In a way, Kagawa became the focus of the world's attention, because it was located in the middle of the Soto Inland Sea, the smallest prefecture in Japan, and it had a different meaning for Japan, as long as it was controlled, the Japanese army could attack and retreat.

"Kagawa can't afford to lose!"

But for the Guards, Kagawa was also of extraordinary significance, because the Guards had to take the entire island of Shikoku, and eventually use Shikoku Island as a base, and the navy entered the Shuto Inland Sea, thus directly threatening the heart of Japan, Honshu Island.

It was precisely because of the threat to the homeland that tens of thousands of Japanese troops were still guarding Kagawa, which they had no way to hold. Proving their loyalty to Japan with their own lives, although everyone knew that there were only a handful of people who could survive until the end of the war, they still persevered, despite the fact that after the grain depot was burned down, the Japanese soldiers guarding Kagawa Prefecture were sick and hungry, and they persevered day by day by relying on the belief of survival and defending the country.

"When a person is really hungry and panics,"

In the trench outside Kagawa Castle, a soldier nestled in the trench spoke.

"He eats everything!"

"Have you ever eaten human flesh?"

Someone immediately asked, now they talk about the most instead of the squadrons that attack every day, but the food, the three grain depots in the city were burned by the squadron's artillery with incendiary bombs, and the squadron, which was short of shells, seemed to want to starve to death the soldiers and civilians guarding Kagawa Prefecture.

"No, I haven't eaten it. I worked at a crematorium in Hokkaido. Working there, you quickly forget that you're fiddling with the dead. If you're disgusting, you can't do cremation. A common man sneaked up to me to find my burned human brain. ”

"Why?"

"I've heard that it cures all diseases."

This conversation between colleagues made Zhengyuan secretly surprised.

"Ahem, ahem......"

A violent cough sounded, and Masagen Arima looked in the direction where the cough came from, and only saw a young man in a school uniform, it was Mayama, Mayama was a middle school student at Kagawa Middle School, who was sick a few days ago, and coughed all day long, his body itself was very thin, and now because of illness, he could only eat one meal a day, making him skinny.

This is the same as the words of his colleagues, and the anti-politics made Masato worry that they would have the idea of eating Mayama. Then he heard his colleagues whispering.

"He's dying anyway!"

Suddenly an explosion interrupted their conversation, and the soldiers' desire to eat human flesh was also interrupted, and almost at the moment of the cannon fire, they immediately poked their heads out and looked ahead in horror, where there were still some stumps hanging between the barbed wire in front of them.

Barbed wire, trenches, this is their first line of defense to guard Kagawa, and it is also the strongest line of defense, for the first time, they realized the usefulness of barbed wire, even more than artillery, if it were not for these barbed wire, maybe their line of defense would have been overtaken by the squadron on the first day, but now?

It's been 15 days!

In the fields of Yima Pingchuan outside Kagawa City, the skirmish line is in this unobstructed field, Cheng Pengcheng is lying under the ridge and aiming ahead, and around him, his comrades-in-arms are struggling to dig and shoot bunkers with sapper shovels.

In the Guards units, each soldier had a small sapper shovel, and as soon as their march stopped somewhere, they would use this shovel to dig a foxhole in the ground, and after three minutes they would have a 15-centimeter-deep shelter, in which the soldier could stretch his arms without being hit by whistling bullets, and the earth dug out of the pit would be piled up in front and on both sides to form a low soil for better protection.

At this time, although everyone had dug out this foxhole, no one stopped what they were doing, and they were still deepening their own foxhole.

The 15 centimeter deep foxhole can be used for soldiers to shoot in a lying position, and soon, after a few minutes, this foxhole becomes a foxhole for kneeling shooting, and after another ten minutes, the foxhole becomes a 110 centimeter deep pit, which allows soldiers to shoot in a standing position, and the soil dug out of the pit is piled up around it to form a breastwork wall that is enough to resist enemy bullets and bullets, and there are also shooting holes in the breastwork wall that allow soldiers to comfortably aim with their guns.

But at this time, Song Pengcheng, like everyone else, did not stop the movement at hand, and continued to dig to the left, and by the evening, all the riflemen were connected by a trench about one meter deep, and the trenches of each platoon were connected to the trenches of other platoons, and even dug anti-artillery holes, although the Japanese had few artillery, but their shells were more abundant than those of the first division. ,

"A bunch of ground rats!"

Looking at the trench that had been working for more than an afternoon at the position a hundred meters away, he cursed on his lips, and at the same time his brow was tightly locked, and he realized that perhaps the general offensive was about to begin, and in this way, they forced the advance position from three hundred meters away to within a hundred meters at once.

"Luckily, there's barbed wire!"

"Gotta fix the barbed wire, understand?"

Giving an order to Song Pengcheng, Wei Ze's eyes stared at Song Pengcheng, who was covered in mud.

"Sergeant Major, don't worry!"

When responding, Song Pengcheng pinned a hook behind him, held a submachine gun in one hand, jumped out of the trench directly, and quickly dragged a rope towards the Japanese barbed wire fence 100 meters ahead.

When in the northeast, the barbed wire fence in front of the Guards position was a nightmare for the Japanese army, and now, under Kagawa Castle, the barbed wire fence in front of this position has become a nightmare for the first division of the Guards Army, because of the difficulties in logistics supply support, so that the first division's shells are getting fewer and fewer, and it is impossible to provide firepower to destroy these barbed wires, and the troops can only use the most primitive method to cut the barbed wire with iron tongs, and now Song Pengcheng is here to test another way to destroy the barbed wire.

Bullets whizzed past Song Pengcheng, and he ran left and right to avoid the Japanese targeting.

"Ding......

Suddenly, the sound of metal grinding on the right side of the steel ash only made him feel like an electric shock, and he immediately felt a burst of electricity from his temples all the way to his heels.

"Hit!"

A layer of goosebumps immediately appeared all over his body, and the blood all over his body surged to the top of his head, and in an instant he felt that the battlefield in front of him had become very unfamiliar, as if he had just walked out of the tunnel and suddenly saw the scenery outside, the whistling sound of shells, clear to his ears, the sound of rifle and machine gun shooting, the sound was arguable, all as if it had just suddenly sounded.

And before that, Song Pengcheng even thought that he was staying in a silent world, and at this time, the bullets whistling around him made him instinctively fall to the ground, and when those bullets flew over his head, then he felt how dangerous his surroundings were, and he couldn't help but tremble all over.

Suppressing his body as much as possible, Song Pengcheng took off the steel helmet and saw that the right side was concave, and the dark green paint on the steel helmet revealed a metal white the size of a finger, and it was only then that he realized that he was not injured, so he let out a long breath, and at the same time pressed his head that was suddenly jumping in pain from his temples to the ground.

"One more inch, this head is a broken melon!"

If that's the case, he will now become a corpse lying on this land, thinking of this, Song Pengcheng only felt afraid for a while, cold sweat oozed from his forehead and intestines, and his whole body was paralyzed, and he didn't even have the strength to lift his hand, this kind of danger of almost losing his life, he experienced it for the first time.

"Why did he stop?"

Zhao Gang, who was lying on the edge of the trench, frowned, and Wei Ze was also stunned, Song Pengcheng was not a timid person, how could he stop?

"Wait a little longer......"

Wei Ze whispered, his eyes staring at Song Pengcheng, but his right hand stretched out, took a rifle from the rifleman beside him, and then "banged" and loaded the rifle.

Just as he was about to aim, Zhao Gang took the rifle from his hand.

"What if...... I'll come personally! ”

The Guards have the military discipline of the Guards, which is cruel and does not have much human touch, and those who retreat from the battle are often directly subjected to battlefield discipline -- execution, and it is the cruel and impersonal military discipline that has become the foundation of the Guards' combat effectiveness.

For no reason, at the moment when he put on the steel helmet again, Song Pengcheng only felt a chill gushing out of his back spine, and looked up at the Japanese barbed wire that was still more than ten meters away.

"Raised by a bitch, maybe that grandson is aiming a gun at me by now!"

Thinking to himself, although the bullets that flew by the steel helmet before made his heart scared, he also knew that he did not have many options, so he jumped up again, unlike before, this time he bent his waist and approached the wire as low as possible.

"Pounce, pounce ......"

Beside him, the sound of bullets breaking through the air and hitting the ground sounded from time to time, and at this time, Song Pengcheng was completely exposed to the muzzles of hundreds of rifles.

"Ah......h

With a deep sigh, when approaching the barbed wire, Song Pengcheng accelerated violently and rushed towards the crater next to the barbed wire.

When he padlocked the iron hook to the wooden beam of the barbed wire fence and began to pull the rope behind him, there was a sound in the air, and an empty spot in the air was rapidly moving in the direction of Kagawa Prefecture. ,

Plane!

Looking at the plane, when the cat was dragging the wire rope tied behind the string in the crater, Song Pengcheng couldn't help but stare at the plane, and at this time, a large white "snowflake" suddenly floated out of the plane, it was a leaflet!

In the past few days, Navy planes would always fly up and scatter leaflets, and sometimes they would shoot a string of bullets or drop a few small bomblets at the Japanese positions, which could be regarded as assists, although such assistance did not have any effect at all, but looking at the planes in the sky, it always made people feel a little confident.

Tens of thousands of leaflets were waved down from the air, the palm-sized white leaflets were like heavy snow in winter, the pieces of paper fluttered with the wind, slowly scattered, and finally some of the leaflets fell into the trenches of the Japanese army, and the cat picked up a leaflet in the trenches, and this leaflet was used to roll paper cigarettes, which was also good.

However, he still habitually glanced at the content of the biography.

*** Nishimura, who had just finished taking a photo, looked at the flyer in the sky, grabbed a flyer in the air in his hand, and unfolded it to see that there was a short sentence written on the palm-sized flyer.

"I can't bear to see the East Asian culture in Kagawa Castle destroyed by the war, so I persuaded you with affection, you have done your duty, and I hope to remember it for the future, and don't make unnecessary sacrifices......

Persuade each other with affection!

Nishimura sneered coldly, these Chinese still have any human affection, if there is any affection, perhaps, they take the initiative to withdraw the army now is the real affection.

Crumpled the leaflet in his hand, *** Nishimura instructed his assistant to carry the camera and walk towards the shelter in the distance, the Kagawa City Wounded Bandaging Shelter is located in an elementary school, and all the classrooms have become a wounded house, which is safer than the hospital, which was destroyed by several shells on the day of the squadron's attack.

After entering the school's classroom, Nishimura only saw about thirty wounded soldiers lying on the floor of one classroom, perhaps to leave a place for the seriously wounded to lie down, and the lightly wounded with leg wounds or shoulder injuries had to sit against the wall.

The education was filled with the smell of blood, this kind of filthy air only made gagging, and the seriously wounded constantly let out faint and painful moans, those girls of the girls' school ran among the wounded, the skirts of the girls' kimonos were covered with blood, and by the light, *** Nishimura could even see the blood flowing down the floor and towards the outside of the room, and in the corridor, a doctor and several nurses were sawing the legs of a soldier who was screaming desperately, and after a while the wounded soldier was unconscious from the severe pain, and the anesthetic had long been used up.

"Hurry up and bandage!"

The soldier gave an order to the nurse as he threw his sawn leg at random, then turned to another operating table made of desks, ready to operate on another wounded soldier.

Walking to the next room, I saw that in addition to the female students who were running, there was also a doctor bent down to treat the wounds of the wounded, and after he finished treating a wounded soldier, he immediately turned to another wounded, and the wounded man stretched out his left hand that was haphazardly wrapped around the bandage, and asked with a trembling point.

"Medic, look at this man, maybe he's dead!"

The medic silently rolled the man's eyelids, then leaned his face over to check his pupils, then unbuttoned his shirt, put his hand into his chest, and returned to the soldier who had just spoken.

"It's not going to work anymore, is it?"

The military doctor didn't say anything, but directly treated the wounded man's wound, the soldier endured the sharp pain of the wound, turned his face, and just faced the face of the soldier who had died, *** Nishimura saw the soldier staring at the deceased, he didn't know the name of the deceased, and he didn't know that he was from that unit, maybe the deceased never said a word to him before his death, but he happened to see him, and at this time his face could be clearly seen, a young, handsome mouth with a few beards growing at the corners, His white face looked tired from the long hours of fighting and exertion, but it seemed that he would be able to relieve himself and no longer need ......

Looking at this soldier, *** Nishimura silently set up the camera stand, and then took a photo, at this time he felt that maybe the soldier at this time was the most real.

When he turned to another room, he saw a soldier lying by the door, his lumbar spine had been shattered by shrapnel, and the doctor was bandaging his wounds.

"Doctor, how long will it be before I can go to the front!"

The doctor, on the other hand, became very rude, but his tone was full of concern.

"Don't talk nonsense, look at your injury!"

"Will it be crippled?"

"Crippled for sure!" ,

When the soldier heard this, he grabbed the doctor's hand and fell violently, perhaps he had no idea that he would become a disabled person and live like this for the rest of his life.

Finally, the doctor left after treating his wounds, and *** Nishimura only glanced at him as he passed by him, and he saw a look of despair in the eyes of the soldier whose lumbar vertebrae had been shattered.

But he didn't care, and just as he was preparing to take a picture in another classroom, he heard a shout.

"Someone killed themselves!"

Listening to this shout, he hurriedly ran over, only to see a few frightened pale students crowded outside the classroom he had passed by, as well as a few wounded soldiers, *** Nishimura ran over to see that it was the soldier with a broken waist, I don't know where to get the bayonet stabbed in the neck, blood gushed from the wound like a fountain, and blood mist can be seen on the wall splashing red spots.

"Hey...... I shouldn't have told him! ”

The doctor who had treated him before sighed helplessly, and then continued to treat the other wounded, and the wounded only watched for a while, and then dispersed, only the few female students clasped their hands together as if praying for this person.

Nishimura watched the soldier silently from the sidelines, when a soldier suddenly burst in.

"Quick, all the lightly wounded immediately go to the front! Middle**...... Medium**, they are about to break through the barbed wire! ”

"Boom ......"

The dust blown up by the grenade that exploded nearby fell on Song Pengcheng's body, and hiding in the crater, he just slapped the dust on his body easily, and then smoked a cigarette by himself, and above his head, the bullets flew sideways, and in the midst of the gunfire, he could still hear the sound of slogans from the already square position.

And above his head, the barbed wire made a "squeak" sound from time to time, and the barbed wire, which was originally upright, had begun to tilt in the other direction at this time.

"One, two......"

Listening to the slogans in the air, thinking about the blushing faces of the brothers when they pulled the wire rope, Song Pengcheng was just happy.

"You have to refuel!"

"One, two, three......"

In the trench, dozens of officers and soldiers dragged the wire rope and howled, pulling the wire rope with all their strength, the wire rope was tight, and the tight wire rope suddenly loosened, only to let these soldiers all fall into the trench dug for the purpose of pulling the barbed wire.

"It's done!"

Seeing that the barbed wire fence was dragged away for more than ten meters, Zhao Gang slapped his chest wall with red light, and then shouted again.

"Go on, tonight, we're going to break the city!"

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