"Hey, I say, Yagi-kun, what are you guys doing here?" As Taro Takemoto, who was in charge of building the trenches, and his companions walked through the hidden field airfield carrying a log, they found several old acquaintances of the Army Air Corps disassembling the fighter with a faulty engine.

"Takemoto-kun, we're getting ready to fix two planes and take off against those damn American mongrels!" said to his old friend Takemoto with a smile as he wiped his pants with his oil-stained hands, "Yesterday's bombing made us feel like we should do something, at least if we had planes, we could stop the enemy bombing as much as possible." ”

Ten times as many planes are given to you, and it is impossible to stop a bombing on the scale of yesterday. Taro Takemoto slandered in his heart, but he still looked very admiring on his face: "Great, Yagi-kun, if you can blow up and sink their aircraft carrier, it will be more effective." The big guys full of planes, as long as you sink them, our island will be defended. ”

The military cao called Yagi was stunned for a moment, and then turned around thoughtfully. He didn't say anything to Takemoto anymore, but put on a look like he had figured something out, and Takemoto Taro saw that his old friend was no longer chatting, so he carried the wood and walked towards their trench. After all, it was the only barrier they had against the American artillery fire and bullets, and everyone wanted to build these fortifications extremely strong, so that they could use these tunnels and bunkers to deal with the American troops who had obvious advantages in firepower.

The Japanese are very industrious, and they face their work hard, and this nation seems to live for rules and obedience, at least all the Japanese soldiers on this island are such a typical Japanese character. In two days, they dug 10 kilometers of trenches, about 1 kilometer in length, and even cut wood to strengthen the sides and firing points.

They covered the heavy machine-gun emplacements, then tamped the dirt and laid weeds on it, trying to camouflage it as much as possible to resemble the surrounding landscape. These bunkers, facing the beach, then became strong and concealed bunkers, which could inflict a large number of casualties when the Americans landed.

These firing points were connected by trenches, where thousands of soldiers were deployed, using Type 38 rifles and light machine guns to cover the crossfire fortifications of these heavy machine guns. These infantry had to delay the U.S. breakthrough as much as possible and delay the heavy machine gun fire point by causing casualties.

Rear Admiral Ishida reported to his new superior, General Yamashita Fumi, known as the "Malay Tiger," from his headquarters, on the preparations for war on the island: "Your Excellency, the entire island is already covered with trenches, and we lack barbed wire and obstacles to prevent enemy warships from approaching. In many places, wooden stakes can only be used instead, but according to the Navy guards, the effect is very bad. ”

Yamashita Fengwen on the other side of the phone didn't know what he said, and Ishida on the other side hurriedly stood up and replied loudly: "Hey! I will definitely hold my position! Hey! I will never take a step back!"

He hung up the phone, but his heart was extremely depressed, those 92 infantry guns that were supposed to be replenished to him were sunk in transit because of the activities of the US Navy. Now he had to rely on grenadiers and the dozens of old field guns that had been issued to him against American warships and landing forces.

On several heights, he deployed all the long-range support forces he could deploy, including 20 92 infantry guns and 10 Meiji 38 105mm field howitzers - this thing was born in 1911, and you know how "bad" this kind of artillery continued to be used in World War II. It is a pity that most of the second-line Japanese divisions only have this kind of artillery, and the third-line divisions and regiments are not even equipped with this kind of pit goods.

While Major General Ishida was in his headquarters studying how to use the broken copper and iron in his hands to repel the landing of the American troops, Yagi Guncho was discussing with his men a tactic that he believed could change the course of the war with his men at his hidden field airfield.

He looked at his beloved fighter and said to the few remaining men, "Gentlemen...... The current situation is very unfavorable for us. There is no way to replace the fighter jets, and most of the time the pilots take off and never return. But we still have hope for victory, because our great Japanese empire will surely achieve the final victory!"

As he uttered the formal words of these slogans, he reached out and stroked the fuselage of the fighter jet, his favorite plane, with which he had even shot down an American fighter jet. But now everything had changed, and he couldn't understand it at all.

He had seen the Navy's cutting-edge Zero fighter, and his terrifying speed and light flight attitude made him envious. It was indeed a very good plane, but it was overwhelmed by the tactical coordination studied by the Americans. He didn't know why the air combat, which was a grappling fight, had lost the spirit of fair bushido, and had turned from dog fighting to a brutal war of attrition for armor and engine power.

Watching his subordinates die in the sky one by one, Yagi Juncao's heart was very uncomfortable. He hoped to avenge the death of his comrades, but he never had an ideal way to deal with the American fighter force, which had outwhelmed the Japanese in quantity and quality.

"We were wrong! We were wrong to compete with the Americans for the speed of our planes and our own flying skills. Yagi touched the plane and continued to speak, "But the Americans can also hone their own skills, and the planes they build can surpass ours." ”

When they heard this, several pilots lowered their heads helplessly, they had no way to deny this cruel fact. By the time the Navy's Zero fighters were defeated by the Americans, they already knew that the sky belonging to the Japanese Air Force had already been thrown away in their hands.

"But! We have one thing that the Americans can't surpass!" Yagi turned his head sharply and stared at his men with his sharp gaze: "That is our spirit! Our great bushido spirit! We can die for our country! We can give our lives for our empire!"

He gritted his teeth and made his decision come out, and decided to use his sacrifice to make a huge contribution to his country: "If we fly the planes and crash directly into the aircraft carriers of the Americans, those damn planes will have no bases at sea! Their planes will not be able to take off, and if the superior air power cannot fight, then our invincible fleet will still have a chance to defeat the US Navy!"

"Load the plane with explosives! Use our piloting skills to dodge the American anti-aircraft guns and crash directly into the American warship, we are shells! We are the shells with eyes that must hit!" He waved his fists viciously, as if he had already piloted the plane to sink the American aircraft carrier.

"Yes! We should do it! Since we can't guarantee that the sky belongs to us, then we should commit suicide and apologize to His Majesty the Emperor! Now there is a more suitable place for us, this is the favor of the heavens!" Another elderly pilot nodded in agreement: "Count me in!"

"Count me in! For the sake of the Great Japanese Empire! For the sake of His Majesty the Emperor!" the young life could not stand the agitation, and the remaining pilots also waved their fists and began to shout excitedly. It's as if they're on a mission to win, not suicide.

So they started documenting what they were doing, because they had to have a complete report of the sortie to prove that they were really attacking the U.S. troops, and not leaving here to avoid the battle. Eventually, the record was sent to Major General Ishida, and when he saw it, he was so moved that he cried.

At this time, these pilots had already strapped explosives to the plane, piloted the plane with insufficient fuel tanks, and took off in the direction of the US Navy. They didn't even conduct reconnaissance, because they had already decided that if they encountered any American warship, they would crash headlong and sacrifice themselves for their comrades in exchange for a greater victory.

Ishida couldn't help but think of his favorite cherry blossom, which was a very short-lived flower. Japanese people have a habit of viewing cherry blossoms, and they regard this momentary splendor as the most beautiful scenery. So he walked to the exit of his headquarters and looked at the sky in the distance: "Go there and bloom, the flower of the warriors of the empire! We will cherish everything you have exchanged for your lives, long live Your Majesty the Emperor!"

In 1274, when the Mongol and Yuan armies across Europe and Asia invaded Japan, a typhoon that destroyed the armor of the Yuan ships wiped out the mighty Mongol and Yuan armies, as the Japanese believed that the gods of the Emperor had helped eradicate the Yuan army. Later, Meng Yuan once again gathered troops to conquer Japan, and as a result, in this campaign, the Yuan army lost more than 10,000 soldiers, most of whom were not killed in battle, but died in a storm in the sea. As a result, the Yuan Dynasty no longer dared to rashly launch an attack on Japan. The Japanese believed that these typhoons were God's salvation of Japan, so they bowed down and called them "kamikaze".

After 665, a group of fanatical Japanese pilots decided to use their spirit to summon a new storm to defend the territory of their homeland behind them. And their deeds were radioed back to the base camp by Ishida, and for a while everyone thought that they could make a fuss about this matter and fight a suicidal naval battle that seemed to see the hope of victory!

The third watch is served! Long Ling stayed up late and went to the fourth watch, if it is too late, everyone can watch it tomorrow morning!