Just when Vice Admiral Oshima vowed to live and die with Kauai, the artillery of the American fleet came to open the prelude to the landing on Kauai, and more than a dozen cruisers and destroyers opened fire from all directions, raining hundreds of tons of shells on the Japanese positions on Kauai.

The shells hit the beach, setting up a smoke screen several stories high, and the trenches that the Japanese soldiers had dug with great effort quickly collapsed under the destruction of these large-caliber guns. And the so-called large-caliber artillery of the Japanese is too pediatric compared to the Americans.

Most of the support artillery of the Japanese Army is 75 mm caliber mountain artillery, and for other larger caliber artillery, the Japanese Army does not have many of them, because it is a cross-sea landing operation, so it does not carry it at all.

As for the legendary 75 mm caliber mountain gun, it is the important support firepower of the Japanese Army on Kauai, but in the face of the 155 mm caliber cannons of the United States, as well as the cruiser guns and battleship guns of larger calibers, these Japanese small guns really have little room to fight back.

In addition, Japan has not systematically replenished ammunition these days, and the large-caliber ammunition in its hands is really limited, and in the face of the overwhelming fire attack of the US Navy and shore artillery units, the Japanese artillery can only hide in their bunkers and pray for this to pass as soon as possible.

Lieutenant General Oshima is not like the Japanese general Kuribayashi Tadamichi who held on to Iwo Jima in another time and space, he did not have a good study of the mechanization process and combat mode of the United States, and even held the unrealistic idea that Japan is strong and the United States is weak, and he feels that Japan is only temporarily passive, rather than losing the initiative on the battlefield.

As a result, the Japanese soldiers on Kauai did not carefully build underground fortifications, nor did they have the support of tunnels, most of them were trenches and simple bunkers, and the casualties in the face of the American covering blow skyrocketed, and by the time Oshima decided to strengthen the fortifications, it was already too late.

With the bombardment of American artillery, on the sea near the Oahu side of Kauai, American landing craft and barges appeared densely in the field of vision of Japanese soldiers, and the soldiers of the American Marine Corps appeared in the most deserving position when the Japanese soldiers were least willing to appear.

"Boom!" As the U.S. ships approached Kauai's beaches, a new round of fire coverage was ushered in on the Japanese positions. A machine-gun bunker was hit by an American shell due to bad luck, and under the eyes of everyone, the machine guns and shooters on this machine gun position were all blown into the sky and turned into pieces of fragments.

In the horrified eyes of the Japanese soldiers, the first U.S. Marine landing craft to approach the beach lowered the hatch, and the American soldiers inside rushed into the already slightly icy water with their guns held high. The waist-high waters immediately slowed down the American soldiers, who could only move slowly, unable to dodge at all.

"Bah!" a Japanese soldier pulled his trigger, and more Japanese soldiers began to fire wildly, and the machine guns began to roar, and the bullets hit the sea like small cannonballs, splashing miniature small columns of water.

The first American soldier was quickly knocked down by the bullet, and his body trembled and fell into the sea, while the Japanese machine gun was still firing extendedly, and soon the bullet flew into the open hatch of the landing craft, and the American soldiers who had not yet jumped into the water were knocked to the ground one by one, and the blood flowed down the deck into the sea, staining a large area of red.

As Japanese troops defending the shore opened heavy fire, casualties among American Navy soldiers continued to mount. After all, this was not the same as the German landing in England, which had to deal with a small number of British coastal defense forces, because the British judged that the Germans would land in other areas. On Kauai, the Japanese successfully guessed the attack route of the American army, and the troops were more than enough to defend a small island, so the losses of the American landing force skyrocketed.

But when another round of artillery fire fell on the Japanese defenders' positions, more American landing craft rushed up to the soft sand. When groups of American soldiers entered the beach, the firepower of the Japanese defenders was obviously dispersed, and the sparse firepower allowed more American soldiers to rush to the beach safely, and the black pressure began to attack more farther.

"Ammo! Give me ammo!" a Japanese soldier with a heavy machine gun in both hands stared into the distance and called out to his companion loudly, but the machine gun shooter could only look down at the empty ammunition box and sigh. The American soldiers on the opposite side were getting closer and closer, and the artillery fire was smashing on the Japanese positions one by one, because more and more American soldiers landed on the coast, and the coordinates were more accurately transmitted to the nearby American Navy, and the artillery bombardment also changed from covering to accurate point fire, and the Japanese defensive positions began to collapse rapidly.

"No more ammo! Retreat!" the co-shooter, apparently unwilling to die in this foreign land, looked at his accomplices and loudly reminded him that there was no ammo left. On the other side of this machine-gun firing port, the American soldier had even begun to pull the safety of the grenade.

"Fight these Yankees!" the machine gun shooter fiercely picked up the rifle that was set aside, but he was still a step too late, because the grenade in the American GI's hand had already flown over and exploded in front of his machine gun bunker. Dust and shrednel poured into the bunker at once, blowing the heavy machine gun aside, and the machine gun shooter was already lying in a pool of blood.

"...... "It seems that His Majesty the Emperor still has something like a thousand people sewing and the like that really can't guarantee his life, and the deputy shooter hurriedly held on to the steel helmet and crawled out of the improvised machine gun bunker that had collapsed half of it.

Not all Japanese are cold-blooded killers who are not afraid of death and are completely brainwashed by the bushido spirit, and in the face of the absolute firepower of the Americans, there are still many Japanese soldiers who want to escape, but their opponents do not give them a chance to escape, and they do not even leave a chance to surrender to these invaders.

When the assistant shooter emerged from the half-collapsed machine-gun bunker, he saw that not far from the flank, American soldiers with semi-automatic rifles and carbines were firing fiercely at the flanks of the Japanese trenches, and the Japanese soldiers inside fell one after another, screaming incessantly.

The massacre was still going on, but now the roles of both sides of the massacre had changed, and the Japanese soldiers, who had been firing heavily at the American soldiers just now, were now the targets of the American soldiers. More than a dozen Japanese soldiers left their trenches and ran not far behind them, only to be shot by American soldiers on the way, rolled to the ground and did not move.

The Japanese deputy shooter, who had escaped death, saw the scene in the distance, and his heart was terrified to the extreme, and he hurriedly climbed out of the trench with his steel helmet, hoping to avoid the fierce attack of the Americans and flee to the row of trenches behind, after all, he saw that the Japanese soldiers over there were still fighting back, and it seemed that they could resist for a while.

"Bah!Bah!" Before he could take three steps, he was spotted by an American soldier, who raised the Garand M1 rifle in his hand and fired three rounds in one go. Obviously, in the face of such a density of fire, no one could dodge, and the Japanese assistant shooter immediately felt something hammered on his back, and immediately after him, he threw himself to the ground, blood flowing from his mouth, and he convulsed and stopped breathing.

"The front-line positions have been lost! The Americans have gone ashore! The artillery ammunition has run out! The death squad is ready, should you immediately launch a counterattack?" The chief of staff of the Japanese 4th Division put down the phone in his hand, stared at Lieutenant General Oshima, who was looking at the map on the side, and said in a heavy voice: "The front line has suffered heavy losses, about 1,100 soldiers have lost contact, the battle is still continuing, and the Americans have broken through part of the second line of defense." ”

"Throw 300 men here to fight back, try to drag the battle into the night, and then we will concentrate our forces on driving the Americans into the sea!" Although Oshima still believed that the Japanese soldiers had a firmer fighting spirit and were more effective than the weak American soldiers, he also saw the terrifying power of the powerful American firepower, and this was definitely not an enemy that the Japanese soldiers could defeat by faith.

Therefore, Lieutenant General Oshima bet all his bets on night fighting, an area where Japanese soldiers are better suited. After all, at night, the Americans could not give full play to their firepower, and assault white-knuckle combat was the strength of the Japanese soldiers' key training, not to mention saving ammunition, which could better reflect the fearless spirit of the Japanese soldiers.

Originally, he had at least 35,000 soldiers, but hunger and disease reduced his troops to less than 30,000, so Oshima had a full 5,000 counterattack reserves, which made the problem of insufficient troops in his hands suddenly highlighted.

In addition, the high-intensity confrontation consumed an unimaginable ammunition reserve, and the ammunition that had not been in reserve was already stretched out in more than an hour of high-intensity war consumption, and many soldiers were surrounded and annihilated by the Americans after running out of their ammunition.

"His Majesty's soldiers! We will never retreat! Let the Yankees see the strength of our Imperial Japanese Army! Assault of the whole army!" A captain drew his command knife, roared in a fierce voice, and waved his arm raised in the sky sharply forward, and with his command knife, hundreds of Japanese soldiers howled and rushed towards the position that the American troops had just occupied.

"Baga, Ya Lu! Chong!" With bright bayonets, the Japanese soldiers followed one by one, and rushed towards their target in a black manner. But they were greeted not by the spirit of bushido and the American soldiers with good bayonets, but by the rain of bullets fired from machine guns.