Just half a month after the capture of Utsunomiya, the Japanese Liberation Army, which attacked from the direction of Niigata, also attacked the central mountainous area of Gunma and captured Takasaki, so that the flames of war officially burned to the Kanto Plain, and the three divisions of the American army were squeezed on less than 10,000 square kilometers of land with Tokyo as the core, and there was no danger to defend, all of them were plains with a flat river, and if they continued to retreat, they could only retreat into the Tokyo metropolitan area to play Stalingrad.

At this time, domestic public opinion in the United States has already shouted the voice of withdrawing troops.

After all, no matter how you look at it, the situation in the Wa Kingdom is irreparable, it can be said that the gods are difficult to save, and even the high-ranking officials of the Wa State government have begun to flee quietly, and the merchant ships sent by the two kings of Wa and Goryeo to Tokyo to pick up refugees are crowded with rich merchants who are waiting to flee the city every day. Of course, not everyone can board this ship, it is necessary to show asset certificates or academic certificates, and they must also accept historical review, not all cats and dogs can become the people of the Ming Dynasty, even if they are the people of the Ming Dynasty.

However, what is surprising is that neither the newly elected Kennedy nor the outgoing Nixon have relented on this issue, and the Republican-controlled media is still desperately advocating war and desperately emphasizing the importance of the Japanese state to the United States.

The Democrats, for their part, are silent on the topic.

In this strange state, time finally entered the new year, and on the same day that the New Year's bell rang, the First Division of the Third Front Army of the Japanese Liberation Army captured Kyoto, followed by the Osaka workers' riots, and then evolved into a large-scale riot that spread throughout the Osaka metropolitan area. Millions of rebels frantically roamed the streets, looting everything they could see, killing with clubs and katanas all the rich and officials they did not like, robbing them of their wealth, raping their wives and daughters, and seizing their houses. Shouting the slogan of freedom, complete the redistribution of social wealth.

Under these circumstances, the 20th Division of the US Army stationed in Osaka retreated gloomily.

Of the 20,000-strong division, less than 13,000 men boarded the warships anchored at Osaka Port and moved to Nagoya to reinforce the 12th Infantry Division there. The latter had retreated to the east bank of the Kiso River by this time, relying on this not very wide river, and fighting a bloody battle with the hundreds of thousands of Japanese Liberation Army attacking Nagoya, or it could be said that it was struggling to support.

But even so, the Pentagon still did not issue an order to withdraw troops.

It was fast to late January.

The First Front Army of the Japanese Liberation Army, which was heading south from Utsunomiya, arrived on the north bank of the Tone River, thousands of gates of various calibers lined up, the roar of Katyusha resounded in the sky, and more than 800,000 soldiers of the Japanese Liberation Army carrying AK47s rushed into the waist-deep river with ice floes like migrating African wildebeest herds with flames of hatred and shouts of victory. Without hesitation, they rushed to the opposite shore, and in the distance on their shore, the ruins of Tokyo loomed into view.

In the smoke of gunpowder, the city looks like hell.

The final offensive began.

"Ma's, Ma's, why can't they finish killing them!"

On the defensive position on the south bank, Clark shouted in despair.

In his hand was a Browning M2 machine gun, and the 12.7mm bullets were converging into a flaming whip with tracer light. kept whipping the surface of the river, and the terrifying power continued to tear apart the bodies of one after another soldiers of the Japanese People's Liberation Army. The blood stained the river red, but in the red blood water, it seemed that the endless soldiers of the Japanese People's Liberation Army were still moving forward, ignoring the corpses of their companions floating beside them.

It is true that it cannot be killed, this is a forced crossing of 800,000 people.

A cannonball suddenly exploded beside him, interrupting Clark's shouting. As if he had been hit by a car, he flew up with his machine gun, then smashed into the ground that had been blown up a little soft by countless shells, and then half buried in the rain of earth, when he struggled to open his eyes. When I looked ahead with the vertigo left by the explosion, the first soldiers of the Japanese Liberation Army had already stepped on the riverbank.

And his companions were in a hasty retreat.

He braced himself hard to get up, but then a sharp pain came, and one of his legs was blown off.

Enduring the pain, he used a first-aid kit to treat the wound as quickly as possible, but only then did he find that his position had been breached, and countless soldiers of the Japanese Liberation Army wearing Soviet-style military uniforms were rushing over with AK47 rifles, and he could no longer see a single American soldier on either side except for the corpses of his companions. Even after a long war, he immediately made a very smart choice, he grabbed a handful of blood-soaked sludge and wiped it on his face, and then dragged the leg he had just held in the same sludge a few times, and closed his eyes as quickly as possible and lay in the blood and muddy water.

Soon the first soldier of the People's Liberation Army appeared, didn't even look at him, and rushed straight to his body.

Clark endured the excruciating pain and continued to pretend to be a dead body.

Then at least one battalion of the Japanese Liberation Army rushed past him, and no one was interested in looking at him, and they who were eager to attack Tokyo in one fell swoop did not have the time to care about the battlefield, and this situation lasted for nearly half an hour before no more Japanese Liberation Army soldiers ran past him. Clark let out a long breath and opened his eyes, and after making sure that there was no danger, he moved his body and raised his head, and Tokyo in the distance was already in a sea of fire, billowing smoke into the sky, and a fleet of T55 tanks could be seen in the field of vision.

In the sky overhead, dense traces of cannonballs kept flashing.

After 16 years of defeat, the U.S. forces finally had their last day in the country, and on the same day, the Japanese Liberation Army on the battlefield of Nagoya also broke through the Kiso River defense line, where two U.S. divisions were shrinking towards the port, ready to board ships and flee the country that had left them with more than 80,000 corpses.

Of course, Clark was not interested in any of this, he needed to think about how to escape now, but this was probably impossible, he was destined to wait for fate in the prisoner of war camp, and he couldn't help but shudder when he thought of the horrors of Bataan's death march, and he lay in despair on the cold ground, lying in the blood and mud, staring blankly at the gray sky overhead.

Suddenly, a silver-gray figure appeared in view.

He sat up subconsciously.

It was a large plane that had never been seen before, it looked like a fighter plane, the wings were stretched out at a strange angle, and on the fuselage was a striking red sign, and before he could see it, the fierce roar of the engine pressed overhead, and then five more of the same plane appeared, like the previous one, diving down in his field of vision while turning right to the sea.

These are six bombers that have just finished dropping bombs.

He hurriedly turned his head to look at Tokyo again, almost at the moment when he turned his head, there was a violent tremor on the ground under him, accompanied by a series of loud noises like the sky and the earth cracking, in the area just occupied by the Japanese People's Liberation Army on the outskirts of Tokyo, twelve terrifying fire balls were expanding wildly, and he could even see that the tank just now was completely swallowed by the fire ball in an instant, and above the head of the fire ball, twelve mushroom clouds were slowly accumulating.

"Nuclear bomb, nuclear bomb, nuclear bomb!"

Clark screamed like madness, ignoring the wound on his leg and waving his arm vigorously into the sky, apparently believing that this was the Pentagon's final use of nuclear bombs to punish the Japanese again.

However, he was wrong.

"It's not a nuclear bomb."

At the headquarters of the U.S. military base in Yokosuka, an officer told Admiral Laniltz that on the docks outside, dozens of warships and troop carriers of various types were waiting to evacuate the U.S. troops from Tokyo at any time, and next to them there were even ships destroyed by the River Styx sitting on the shore from time to time, and on the sea of Tokyo Bay, dozens of large warships, including two battleships, were bombarding Tokyo, and destroyer cruisers carrying ship-to-air missiles were cruising, ready to shoot down incoming missiles at any time.

"They said they were using their mother of bombs, a conventional bomb, but the explosion was slightly more powerful."

The officer continued.

"The Führer's gift to Kennedy is not light!"

Admiral Lanilz said with a sneer.

The Ming army entered the war, and the mother of the twelve bombs that had just dropped was six Yinglong bombers that took off from Jeju Island, which flew at an ultra-low altitude to avoid the air defense radar set up by the Japanese Liberation Army in Utsunomiya, and avoided the radar of the SAM-2 missiles on the ground, and left with a sudden raid, using twelve super bombs as a congratulatory gift to Kennedy, because at this time, the new president of the United States had just been sworn in and was riding in a car to receive the cheers of the people.

"Admiral, the latest order from the Pentagon, hold on to Tokyo and Nagoya, two mechanized infantry brigades of the Ming Army have set off and will arrive in twenty-four hours at the latest."

Immediately after that, another officer reported.

"It seems that Your Excellency the Führer, he really doesn't want this war to end, he has tossed the Japanese people for fifteen years, tossed and killed tens of millions of people, and he is still not satisfied, Ike still miscalculated, if I am not mistaken, Kennedy and his secret agreement may have been reached a long time ago, just waiting for our new president to come to power before he will make a move, these dirty politicians, don't they know that because of their dirty deals, at least 20,000 soldiers of the country have been left dead on the battlefield?"

Admiral Lanilz said hatefully.

He was a close confidant of Eisenhower, and the feeling of being sold at this time can be imagined, and there is no suspense that he will be dismissed after Kennedy takes office.

"Admiral, what about Hirohito?"

The officer asked cautiously.

At this time, Hirohito was hiding in the US military base with his family, waiting for the US military to retreat so that he could be carried!

"I'll let him die!"

Admiral Laniltz roared. (To be continued.) )