The next day's shelling came as scheduled, this time clearly targeting industrial facilities in Tokyo.

Yesterday's shelling, which was the focus of most of the residential areas, caused a fire that has not been extinguished until now, and when the shells landed on the industrial area where large quantities of flammable and explosive substances and industrial fuels were stored, the scene could only be described as "purgatory on earth".

Moreover, Tachibana suspected that the Americans used special shells similar to those of the Type 3 land attack grenades secretly developed by the Japanese Navy during the shelling, on the grounds that today's battleship heavy guns caused less noise than yesterday, but the damage effect was significantly improved, and there was a similar difference between the Type 3 land attack grenades and ordinary high-explosive shells.

"It's horrible." Asami's voice came through the magic channel, "I hope the retreat from these areas has been completed." ”

Tachibana didn't speak, and it was impossible for her to tell Asami the truth at this time. What's more, even if the evacuation is completely complete, the attacked factories will still leave many workers who have signed volunteer letters to work overtime. And as long as there are workers who stay, their families are likely to stay.

In addition, there are state employees such as police and firefighters and their families.

It can be predicted that the raging flames below are devouring the lives of many people.

The American Shenji is still the same as yesterday, staying far away in the sky above the fleet, but this time the Americans' Zhanji did not take off, it seems that they want to save the mental power of the Zhanji.

In contrast, on the Japanese side, even if the warriors wanted to land and rest, they would immediately attract artillery bombardment, so they could only fly out of the observation range of the battleship observation plane to land and change shifts.

Of course, this side is not completely without countermeasures, early this morning, there are army flying warriors from Hachioji and other bases in a ground maneuver, ambushed in various places around Tokyo, as long as the Americans launch a real attack with real swords and guns, these warriors will pour out to surprise the Americans.

But unfortunately, the Americans do not seem to plan to take the initiative to attack today, they just want to give full play to the advantage of the firepower of the naval guns as much as possible.

No, Qin Li shook his head, this is only the superficial purpose, the Americans are actually waiting for the impatient Japanese god to take the initiative to send it to the door.

As long as they continue to press for a few more days, this is very likely to happen.

In fact, now Qin Li has the urge to rush forward and fight the enemy to the death, and maybe there will be a chance to fight one or two gods. Even if it can't be defeated, after the power of the god is crushed, Japan will not have the strength of a battle, so this terrible shelling in front of him can end here.

From a civilian point of view, this may be a good thing.

No, it's certainly a good thing, but they may be thrown into chaos and grief because of the propaganda that has been instilling in the common people that Japan is a great emerging country and that the future belongs to the great Japan.

And now, this great Japan has been defeated in such a short period of time, and the people will surely fall into chaos.

But after that, they will surely gradually realize that it is better to be blown to pieces than to be blown to pieces by a cannon flying from where they can't see.

Thinking about these inconsequential things, Jeanri watched as the Americans' artillery turned Tokyo beneath his feet into a burning ruin.

**

Hachioji, not far from Tokyo, is in the midst of a tense meeting in front of the Imperial Palace.

"When will the mediation of the League of Nations come?" Emperor Hirohito asked his foreign minister in a loud voice, "Didn't you say that our representatives in the League of Nations were particularly eloquent and would definitely be able to try to mediate?" ”

The foreign minister just kept his head down and didn't say a word.

In fact, it is clear to everyone here that the League of Nations is not a just organization, and which country that can speak in the League of Nations is not a commodity that eats human flesh and does not spit out bones.

Now that the U.S. fleet is progressing so smoothly that the League of Nations will not mediate, the countries should be thinking more about how to divide up the legacy left by Japan.

This is the international community, where there is never such a thing as justice, there is only pure law of the jungle.

The strong eat meat, and the weak die.

Emperor Hirohito was still in a tantrum, and while he was reprimanding the foreign minister, he also kept insinuating and scolding the army and navy generals who were resisting unfavorably.

Everyone except for Saionji Gongwang bowed their heads and silently endured the emperor's wrath.

Finally, Emperor Hirohito himself was tired of scolding, and he gasped for breath while picking up the water cup on the table and taking a big sip of water.

After putting down the glass, he let out a long sigh.

"I might as well have listened to Miss Tachibana in the first place, and let the navy take the initiative to attack and fight hard."

The emperor's words made the faces of the generals of the army very ugly.

But as soon as the emperor changed his words, he directly pointed the finger at the navy: "And the navy guys, you have remained silent from beginning to end when I was about to make a choice, and I think this is also a manifestation of dereliction of duty!" I can't give advice when I need it, what use do I want you to do! ”

As a result, the expressions of the admirals of the navy all became the same as those of the army.

Emperor Hirohito let out a long sigh and stopped talking, and the atmosphere in the makeshift conference room, which was used for the Imperial Meeting, was extremely depressing.

At this moment, Hayashi took a deep breath, looked up at Emperor Hirohito and suggested, "At the moment, the minister thinks that the only way to change the current situation is to transfer our last god from the mainland side. In this way, we can gather the strength of the four gods and attack together to fight the Americans in Tokyo Bay. ”

"Hmph," Emperor Hirohito glanced at Hayashi Milling Juro, in fact, this plan had been discussed in the previous meeting, but at that time, the army insisted that there should be a god queen on the mainland side, so they rejected this plan, and now they brought it up again, which naturally made Emperor Hirohito very unhappy, "I knew that Lu Dao was like this, why did you oppose the plan of concentrating four god queens at the beginning?" Wouldn't it give the Americans a chance to sneak up on the sea if Miss Ringo was to be transferred back now? Judging from the report of the surveillance post on Jeju Island, the American submarine must have infiltrated the Tsushima Strait. There's already a transport ship missing! ”

"All you need to do is do everything in your power to protect Miss Ringo and her magic armor." Lin Mijuro glared at the navy generals with a sharp gaze, "After all, according to the plan agreed upon by the previous imperial council, shouldn't it be the responsibility of the navy to ensure the sea communication between the island and the Korean Peninsula!" Why did you lose four transport ships in less than a week? ”

"The U.S. submarines are well-equipped and well-trained, so they are really invincible. In order to deal with the threat of U.S. submarines, the Navy has long applied to build a number of specialized anti-submarine destroyers, but in the end, this proposal was taken by the Army members to build fortifications on the mainland. The navy was also unceremonious, and immediately began to turn over old accounts.

Emperor Hirohito couldn't help but hold his forehead, it seemed that he must have a headache at this time.

"Enough!" He said that he did not have such strength in another time and space, and repeatedly shouted to stop the mutual accusations between the navy and the army, "There is no point in arguing about these anymore." Now it seems that we have no way to achieve victory except for the simultaneous dispatch of all the gods, and without victory, what awaits us is the hatred of the country. The Navy immediately rushed out to ensure the safety of maritime traffic between North Korea and the island of Honshu, and the Army immediately began preparations for Miss Ringo's transfer. All actions must be taken as soon as possible! That's it! ”

After saying that, Emperor Hirohito stood up, didn't look at the members of the Imperial Council, stood up and left the room without looking back.

The officials who were left behind, all of them stood up and bowed their heads in silence until the emperor left.

**

While Emperor Hirohito and the high-ranking officials were discussing a strategy to retreat from the enemy, Injiro was on his way back to Tokyo.

The refugees who fled looked at Injiro with strange eyes, wondering what the man with only a small suitcase was going to do in such a hurry.

A well-wisher opened his mouth to remind Injiro: "Don't go back!" Tokyo is over! ”

Whenever this happens, Injiro smiles, thanks the people who reminded him, and then continues to move towards Tokyo steadfastly.

On the way, he gave his leather shoes to a young man who had no shoes to wear, and the soles of his feet were all covered with blood, and he took out the spare slippers from the luggage in the suitcase and put them on.

After saying goodbye to the young man, he walked a short distance before he gave his suit to a child who looked feverish, and asked him to cover him as a quilt.

Japan is already full of cold in October, but Injiro, who only wears a thin cotton coat, is not afraid of the cold wind at all.

Every now and then, planes flew over Injiro's head, and each time he cheered with other refugees waving what he had in his hands. But it was almost noon, when a two-plane formation flew over the refugees again, the anti-aircraft guns hidden on the hillside next to the railway suddenly opened fire.

A plane was immediately hit, planted from the sky, and fell into a rice field next to the railway, not far from Injiro.

Curious, Injiro got a little closer to the plane, but suddenly found that the corpse poking out of the cockpit had yellow hair.

"Oh my God, we were all cheering at someone!" Injiro shook his head as he continued to walk against the flow of people towards Tokyo.

Around noon, Injiro heard thunder.

He looked up at the sky suspiciously, and muttered, "This weather is very good, it doesn't look like it's going to rain, how can it be thundering?" ”

At this time, the middle-aged man who passed by him said in a voice mixed with exhaustion and fear: "That's not thunder, it's the shelling of the Americans." ”

Injiro looked at the middle-aged man and froze in place, and after a moment he turned his head to look in the direction where the voice came from, and muttered in a low voice: "Shelling? ”