At about nine o'clock, Scauley received a report that telephone communication between the headquarters and the regimental headquarters of the 1st Reserve Regiment had been cut off.

"Send someone to check the line."

Shortly after the order was given, a wireless telegram was received from the 1st Reserve Regiment: the enemy landing force has been found!

Enemy attempts to land on Eva Beach and Sunset Beach at the same time? Or is one of them a feint and the other is the real direction of attack?

After hesitating, Sculley received another call from Colonel Basel, commander of the Wikiki Beach Defense Force - the enemy landing fleet had also been spotted on the Wikiki side!

The staff officers were talking.

"I am afraid that the enemy has gathered more forces than we imagined, and is able to attack from three directions at the same time......"

"No, if that's the case, in order to ensure the size of the first landing force in all directions, it is necessary to prepare a large number of landing boats, I don't think that the enemy has so many landing boats that can be used for landing operations in the three theaters of Indochina, the Philippines and Hawaii at the same time, and it is by no means easy to organize so many small boats to cross the ocean to come here."

"At first, we also thought that there was little point in attacking Pearl Harbor, but what was the result?"

"They can hide the strength of aircraft carriers, but it is impossible to hide the existence of so many small boats, what I say is well-founded-"

"Can you still trust those incompetent intelligence officers? Isn't it all due to their 'professionalism' that we are the way we are now? ”

"And what if the enemy really landed from three directions? Scared? Want to surrender? For the honor of the U.S. Army, even if the enemy lands from every corner in all directions, it is necessary to desperately drive them into the sea. ”

"Nonsense, the crux of the matter is in which direction should the reserves be thrown?"

"Quiet!" Scowley raised his hand impatiently, "No matter how the other party sets up the Ecstasy Formation, there must be only one main direction of attack." ”

The staff officers looked at the commander expectantly, looking forward to his next wise decision.

"We just have to wait a little longer, wait until they start to go ashore and observe the size of the enemy's forces and the intensity of their attacks in the landing zones, so that we can discern the direction of their main attack."

"Yes, the beachhead defenses should be able to hold out for half a day on their own, and the reserves are enough in half a day to reach any beachhead and drive the enemy ashore into the sea—so we just have to wait patiently, as the commander said." Captain Anderson, the chief of staff, squeezed his ass.

Major Black, the chief of staff, said with a tiger face: "I think that the defense in the north is too weak, and it is the farthest away from the reserve station, and if the enemy sets the direction of the main attack there, the defending troops will not be able to support it for too long and will not be able to get reinforcements in time." ”

Chief of Staff, Colonel Charles, retorted: "Colonel Pokaki's abilities are beyond doubt, the terrain of Sunset Beach is also very suitable for defense, and the strength of two battalions is sufficient." ”

"But if the enemy blows up the bridge to the north with planes, and reinforcements cannot get there in time, the defense of the north bank is in danger. We must act as soon as possible. I suggest that a battalion be sent to the north now, it would not be too much of a problem to reduce the reserve by one battalion, but it would be crucial to increase the defense force on the north bank, and besides, if it turns out later that the enemy's main attack direction is not to the north, it can be transferred back halfway. Major Black explained.

"It's stupid, it's just a drain on the troops' stamina-"

"It should be no problem to centralize all the cars and transport one battalion!"

"What should I do if I get an air strike?"

The argument that tended to heat up was interrupted by the sound of an officer's report, and Scowley looked at Lieutenant White, the communications officer who had just been sent to repair the telephone line, with a lanky second lieutenant with a bandaged head and a bloody face beside him.

"We met this ensign as we passed the Pearl Bridge, and his patrol was ambushed south of the Ford Bridge and almost completely annihilated." Lieutenant White reported.

"I'm Second Lieutenant Ben Wright of the 50th Battalion of the 1st Regiment." The wounded ensign introduced himself.

"What's going on? Has the enemy already stormed the Ford Bridge? Captain Anderson was shocked.

Major Black shook his head again and again: "Impossible, it should be just some yellow thugs who have slipped through the net!" ”

"At seven o'clock I spoke on the phone with the bridge guards, and Captain Hudson said that everything was fine, and that Patrol No. 3, which had been stranded on the road last night, was about to leave."

"Could it be that Captain Hudson's troops hit by mistake?"

"Call him!"

Of course, the phone could not be dialed, and the staff officers looked at each other.

"Tell me what happened to you." Scowley motioned for Ensign Ben Wright to sit down.

"Yes, sir," said Second Lieutenant Benwright, sitting down with his teeth bared—the wound was still aching—"my patrol of thirty-six men departed from Pearl City at eight o'clock in the morning in three Ford trucks carrying medicines for the 1st Reserve Regiment. At about 8:40 a.m., there was an attack about five or six hundred yards from Ford Bridge, and the first truck I was in was immediately set on fire. We have no chance to fight back, the enemy's fire is too fierce! There were so many machine guns and small guns on the other side that I could barely hear the sound of single shots, all machine guns fired in bursts! There were explosions everywhere, I don't know how many guns they had, all three trucks were blown up in the blink of an eye, most of them were killed in the first minute or two, I was blown up into the gutter by the roadside, and my head was bleeding, but luckily, I didn't hurt my bones, so I ran back down the gutter, and finally met Lieutenant White's truck at Pearl Bridge, thanks to him bandaging me......"

Hearing this, Scowley pressed his hand: "That's enough, let's stop here, Lieutenant White, take him to the hospital." ”

Second Lieutenant Benwright thanked him, and left staggeringly with Lieutenant White in his arms.

Sculley closed the door and turned to the senior staff: "What do you think about this?" ”

Major Black shook his head in disbelief and said: "I think Ensign Ben Wright was knocked unconscious before he could say such exaggerated words, the enemy has not landed yet, how can there be enemy troops carrying a large number of machine guns and artillery on the island?" Did these troops fall from the sky? ”

Chief of Staff Charles crossed his arms and said: "But the second lieutenant's patrol has indeed been attacked, and the telephone contact with the defenders of Ford Bridge and the defense force on the north shore has also been cut off, which shows that there must be a hostile armed force operating on the island, whether they are the enemy's regular army or the bandits on the island, they must immediately attack it and open up contact with the defense force on the north shore as soon as possible." As the Major just said, a battalion from the reserve was drawn to the Ford Bridge, and after the bridge was recaptured, it rushed along the way to support the North Bank Defense Force. ”

Scowley thought for a moment and said, "Very well, just do it, let the 1st Battalion of the 53rd Regiment take an artillery company and a machine gun platoon, I would like to know what happened at the Ford Bridge." ”

What happened?

On the riverbank south of Ford Bridge, Liang Gensheng reclined in a hastily dug foxhole that smelled of fresh earth, holding a "Kirin" brand cigarette with a filter in his mouth, looking at the blue sky and floating clouds, and his fingers expertly pressed bullets into the 20-round long magazine of the Mauser pistol.

The German-made M1896 7.63mm Mauser pistol did not become the standard weapon of the army and navy because of its high price, but it was once popular in the East Asian triad, which caused a big headache for the police. In addition, the largest users are the internal security forces (mobile forces) under the Ministry of the Interior and the special forces of the army and navy.

Liang Gensheng's Mauser pistol was ordered by him with his own salary.

The reason why he chose to use Mauser instead of the standard Jinling 10-type nine-millimeter automatic pistol is, according to Liang Gensheng, a "movie complex". That's right, in another time and space reflecting China's war and gangster movies from the 20s to the 40s of the 20th century, the Mauser pistol, which is widely known as the "box cannon", was popular among warlords, bandits, gangsters, spies, anti-Japanese heroes, and revolutionary soldiers, representing the "masculinity" and "heroism" of that era. If you want to be handsome enough, cool enough, and full of manliness, just take a handful, no, take a pair of Mausers and stick them in your belt, and when you start fighting, throw your hands together, take a gun and open your bow left and right, don't even need to aim, point where to fight, see God kill God, see ghost kill ghost-

It's just that this special force still has to talk about the image, and the belt is loosely pinned with two box guns running around, which is to be criticized by the top as a guerrilla style, so even if he is a wing commander, he can only choose a self-defense weapon, and the other standard equipment is indispensable: Jinling 12 submachine gun (portable machine gun), Jinling 10 automatic pistol, telescope, map bag, compass, water bottle, gas mask, compressed dry food bag, spare magazine, bulk bullet pack, integrated equipment vest, general backpack......

The result of the battle just now was all he expected, and within three minutes, three trucks and forty American soldiers were all destroyed by the strafing of the three airborne squadrons.

Because of this, Liang Gensheng felt a little bored.

The reason why I chose to stay here in the first place, to put it bluntly, was to satisfy my own desire to kill, to be precise, it was to kill foreigners.

Why do you want to kill foreigners so much?

Could it be that they have been poisoned by the Boxers in the 21st century?

Liang Gensheng has no interest in these issues.

If you have to say a reason, just imagine the ex-girlfriend twisting and moaning under the body of an old American man who can be her grandfather, and then finds out that she has AIDS and jumps from the thirteenth floor; Recall my sister's death-like expression that was stiffened and unable to melt because she was raped and brutalized by skinheads when she was studying in Moscow......

Enough is enough.

In fact, there is no need for practical, detailed, and logical reasons in the first place, and the so-called logical reasons are nothing more than the opium of deception and self-deception.

The experience of killing—the thrill of adrenaline and brain dopamine production—is the fundamental, real meaning.

Is that really the case?

Squatting on the bank of the river were the American soldiers who had been captured during the attack on the bridge last night, and the two female pilots were tending to the wounded among them, and the tall lieutenant Cai seemed to have a good command of English, and he had been chatting with them since just now......

What is there to talk about!

Liang Gen stood up abruptly, picked up his gun and walked over......