Chapter 69: The War of Law and Order in the State

Japan, southeastern Tokyo metropolitan area, Chiba Prefecture

It was a hot summer day, and it was originally the noisiest farming season in the countryside. www.biquge.info However, in the densely populated and economically developed Kanto Plain, Japan's largest agricultural region, the Kanto Plain, is now a scene of decay and decay. There are no green seedlings in the fertile paddy fields, only all kinds of wild weeds. There is no smoke to be seen in the deserted villages, no human voices to be heard, only the disturbance of birds and beasts...... Everything is like the world after the disappearance of human beings......

It is true that the vast majority of the indigenous people of this land have disappeared without a trace by the invasion of another group of foreigners.

Carrying a stained Stars and Stripes and a camel cigarette in his mouth, Second Lieutenant Martin walked nonchalantly in the middle of the ranks of C Company, wiping the sweat from his forehead from time to time - he had walked almost ten kilometers from morning to now, and it was all muddy and narrow country ridges, and he could not drive a truck, so that except for the company commander on a motorcycle, the group of American GIs had to trek slowly on two legs.

Although strictly speaking, it is not too far, but for the American GIs who have to take a car for a distance of more than five kilometers, it is still equivalent to pouring blood mold -- when the superior commander selected a team to go to the countryside to sweep, several units were pushed to me by you and I pushed to you, and no one was willing to participate in the operation and go that far, and in the end, C Company, which was mainly composed of black people, was unfortunately hit and kicked out of the camp with a kick in the ass.

Hey, don't have human rights! Even with himself, an officer who was inserted into the black army, he was also unlucky without human rights!

Thankfully, the journey was tiring, but not dangerous. The operation was more of a routine armed march than a "sweep", as the route had already been patrolled and "swept up" at least a dozen times. Don't say anything about the Japanese partisans along the way, and there are not even a few people left alive...... After getting out of the car and walking about three kilometers off the road, Second Lieutenant Martin saw a familiar village ruins, and small animals were occasionally disturbed by passing American troops between the ruins. The village had been burned down by the U.S. military three months earlier in the name of clearing out the guerrillas, and the women and children in the village were taken to comfort stations, and the rest of the young men were forced to do hard labor, except for some who were executed on the spot.

After setting up camp in this deserted and deserted village, and resting for a while, Second Lieutenant Martin's black company was ordered to leave the area, which had been largely safe after repeated patrols and sweeps, and continued to search separately in a strange place further away from the lines of communication.

It was only then that the troops had some sense of battle and began to change from marching formations to battle formations...... The silence was eeri, with only the occasional chirping of insects and birds, and the atmosphere became more and more oppressive, and the wilderness seemed endless, but no one knew what danger was hidden behind the artemisia grass and the woods.

The boring and unprogressing search continued unhurriedly, and as time went on, the black soldiers, who were already generally tired, began to slack off, and the once strict formation gradually became disjointed. At this moment, sporadic gunfire suddenly came from the woods ahead, but before Ensign Martin could react, a shrill rocket tore through the air, and a bright fireball exploded in the center of the sweeping company!

As the target of this individual rocket, Company Commander Thomson's motorcycle was blown up by the violent explosion, rolled on the ground several times before disintegrating, the fragments flew like scattered flowers, and the company commander himself was torn into a mess of rotten flesh in the explosion and firelight......

The next moment, the shouts of "enemy attack" rang out, and the black soldiers of Company C hurriedly scattered to dodge, it can be said that the reaction speed of these black soldiers was still very fast, and they immediately lay down and relied on the terrain to find cover. Next, a machine gun was set up, constantly turning the muzzle of the gun to look for suspicious targets, but not firing indiscriminately - everyone knows that Japanese planes often dropped weapons to partisans in the occupied areas, and the number was surprisingly large. In terms of firepower alone, a small force of sweeping forces may not have an advantage in front of them.

Sure enough, the first to lose their breath was still the Japanese. After a brief silence, several more rockets were fired from the opposite side, but only one hit the middle of the American troops, but nothing but sand and blades of grass exploded. The rest of them landed far away.

“…… It's Iron Fist! Damn it! The iron fist bazooka of the Germans! And those that didn't hit the grenadiers of the Japanese! ”

Ensign Martin muttered as he cooperated with his assistant to set up a mortar as fast as he could, and fired a shot at the woods where the Japanese partisans were ambushed, followed by a second, and then a third...... The U.S. machine guns also rang out, firing at the Japanese on the other side.

Although the firepower of the Japanese guerrillas did not seem to be weak, they put the grenadiers like firecrackers. There were back and forth with the US military, but after all, the quality was not good, and he seemed very flustered. When the U.S. troops began to crawl forward and press forward step by step, the Japanese guerrillas only knew how to lie down in the grass and raise their rifles above their heads to shoot indiscriminately, or throw grenades indiscriminately, but they were still overwhelmed by the U.S. machine guns -- the fierce and accurate fire of semi-automatic rifles, the constant bombardment of mortars, and the repeated strafing of light and heavy machine guns caused the Japanese guerrillas to suffer more and more casualties, and one after another they fell in a pool of blood and convulsed or were shot and rolled on the ground and wailed, all of which constantly stimulated the fragile nerves of these irregular soldiers.

After a quarter of an hour of fierce firefighting, although the Japanese could barely hold on to the terrain, reinforcements from the American side arrived first.

A "Sherman" tank rumbled through an overgrown deserted field and fired a shot at the grove where the Japanese partisans were strong. This became the last straw that broke the nerves of the Japanese guerrillas, and I don't know who shouted, almost all of them began to turn and flee, and the guns and artillery on the side of the American army were in unison, calmly knocking them to the ground from behind with bullets and shells, and continued to harvest the lives of the Japanese unhurriedly......

Now that the dust has settled on an encounter, it's time for the victors to "enjoy" themselves.

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A few more hours later, Ensign Martin sat on a tree stump next to the battlefield, took out a pen and wrote down his diary, and out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at a female corpse that had been discarded not far away—the white-skinned female corpse in front of her had struggled desperately just now, but now it was like a dummy placed in a clothing store, her hands were tied with ropes, her body was facing the sky in a large shape, her stomach and chest were viscous white liquid, and a twig the thickness of a bowl was forced into her lower body at least half a foot. All sorts of messy organ fragments flowed out.

But Second Lieutenant Martin had no mercy on her tragic fate—a few hours earlier, it had been this slender, thin-haired, thin-haired Japanese woman with a slender waist and a delicate face, wielding a bazooka and machine gun, killing Second Lieutenant Martin's orderly, John, the doctor of C Company, Tom, Sergeant Priest, Corporal Gaidar, and several other black colleagues whom he could not name. As an enemy, she's definitely a good hand. And as a woman, she was definitely a stunner: so, when she was stunned by the cannonball and became a prisoner, she was immediately stripped naked by more than twenty.

-- These black soldiers of Company C have been on this bloody and cruel island nation for too long, have gone through too many hard battles, and have sacrificed too many people, and they have long since given up on themselves, just thinking about having some fun. It's hard to catch such a beautiful girl, how can you be willing to let it go?

At this point, all morality and law do not work. Even the military police of the U.S. Army simply watched with indifference as the hugged her and stripped her of her clothes in her desperate cries...... I have to admit that this Japanese girl's vitality is really tenacious, even if she is taken by more than 40 in turn, she hasn't breathed yet. Eventually, the, tired of playing, picked up a twig with the thickness of a bowl and stuffed it into her lower body. The woman struggled violently, blood gushing out of her mouth and nose, but the laughed and stirred cruelly with the branches, smashing her abdominal organs until she spat out a series of black, bloodshot foam......

Then, the reason why these Japanese guerrillas did not hesitate to expose themselves to stop the American troops here was also discovered: not far behind the woods, in a densely vegetated valley, there was a dilapidated Buddhist temple, in which hundreds of terrified Japanese civilians were hiding, mostly women and children, and few adult men. And the U.S. troops who came to sweep just blocked all their escape routes......

What made these US soldiers feel even more angry was that on the tree outside the gate of this Buddhist temple, there was a ragged and dying American pilot, who seemed to have been caught after a plane crash and parachute. The poor white pilot was like Jesus, with long iron drills nailed to both palms and ankles. He was covered in bruises, his genitals had been cut off, and a small dark red, blood-colored swamp had accumulated under his feet.

At this time, it seemed that a few days had passed since the capture and torture of this unfortunate pilot, and his wounds were no longer bleeding, only some yellow-green mixed fishy pus, sticky and greasy flowing on his body, black and festering flesh, and even maggots crawled out...... Even the most brilliant medic could do nothing about it, so he could only pull out his pistol and aim it at his temple to give the tortured fellow a happy end......

Then, under the slogan of avenging the pilots' fellow pilots, a bloody and brutal grand carnival immediately began...... After eliminating the weak resistance of the last few guerrillas, a large group of golden-eyed rushed in, and every sight of the old man and the man was basically killed with one shot. In the case of small children, they are beaten with sticks and fists like sandbags. If he found a young woman who was not too ugly, he immediately stripped naked on the floor without saying a word, and a dozen people took turns to get on it like crazy people, and finally when he was tired of playing, he shot a few bullets into the lower body of the dying woman. Sometimes too many bullets are accidentally fired, and even the woman's uterus and intestines are knocked out of the body...... Even pregnant women are not immune, and even more miserable, after being played to the point of dying, usually hold the pregnant woman's limbs down, and then draw their bayonets, throwing the pregnant woman's belly out of the way, pulling out the baby inside...... In the end, he pulled out the safety bolt of a grenade and stuffed it into the pregnant woman's cut belly, and after a loud bang, the vivisected pregnant woman turned into a pile of tattered and charred flesh.

But even such a scene is not the most perverted. What's even more terrifying is that Ensign Martin was horrified to see several black soldiers raise bonfires, put the corpses of women and children, and even living people who were still gasping for breath, directly on them, roasted them with oil, and then laughed and cut off half-cooked roast meat from the corpses to feed the dogs, or put it into their mouths to chew on the aftertaste, saying that the meat of women and children was really tender......

-- Half a year after landing in Japan, the US military's method of sweeping up has changed from suppressing bandits to slaughtering and then to torture. The goal of the war has changed from conquering and transforming Japan to exterminating the Japanese nation like the Indians...... In short, by the end of the summer sweeps of '46, the Kanto Plain, the most densely populated and economically developed part of the Japanese archipelago, had become even more empty than Hokkaido.

Second Lieutenant Martin's company swept through the rear for more than a month, destroying more than a dozen hidden refugee cottages, burning down seven or eight remote temples and shrines, killing three or four guerrilla units, raping and killing countless women and children, skinning countless shells as trophies, and holding several feasts of human flesh...... Of course, they themselves also paid a heavy price, with more than a quarter of their soldiers and officers killed by the partisans and then beheaded as souvenirs......

This is war, which turns both warring parties into madmen and devils, obliterating all goodness and benevolence.

The victim may become a murderer at any time, and the murderer may be tortured and killed at any time, no one can be said to be innocent, and no one has lost their humanity.

What Second Lieutenant Martin didn't know was that shortly after they left a hellish slaughterhouse, guerrillas would secretly arrive with cameras to film the deplorable sight of the U.S. troops sweeping up the countryside and massacring the villagers...... The photographs were then first sent to the desk of the frowning Admiral Okamura Ninji, and after he selected and reviewed them, they were immediately published in the official newspaper "Light Red Japan" and made into a brochure that was widely distributed throughout Japan. Some of the brochures were also loaded onto military planes and transported even further afield......

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PS: The documents that hackers searched from Congressman McCain's computer on the 12th once again refreshed the lower limit of US imperialism - the beheading, burning, and torture videos of ISIS were actually CIA agents setting up the background, arranging the script and soundtrack, and filming and editing...... No wonder it's so professional! The decapitated American journalist was simply killed by the CIA itself! It's really quite a legacy of Yoshiko Kawashima's assassination of the Japanese monk and the 19th Route Army!