"Your Excellency General! The commander of the Akino Brigade has just been on the position, and the jade has been shattered along with 50 wounded soldiers!" The chief of staff lowered his head and reported to Major General Ishida, who was standing at the entrance of the cave and looking at the Japanese position at his feet, and the smoke was everywhere, "The Nakamura brigade stationed at the port is coming, and if they can prevent the American troops from occupying the field hospital, we can still stabilize the defensive line." ”

"The field airfield on the other side of the island must be blown up as soon as possible...... Major General Ishida put down the binoculars in his hand and ordered his subordinates in a very calm tone: "In addition, all the materials, if they are not needed, they will be destroyed immediately, the cave where the grain is buried, and the soldiers who know the location will all be broken, and you will personally supervise it!"

"Your Excellency General! As long as we can hold out until night, we will be able to take advantage of the US army's poor night fighting to counterattack and regain our position!" The chief of staff anxiously persuaded: "We still have a reserve force of more than 2,000 people, and we can still hold on! Your Excellency General, please don't give up." ”

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"Three, two, one. "The Japanese sappers in the harbor are counting down to the blasting. Taro Takemoto held his rifle and looked at the smallest pier in the distance, which was lifted into the sky by explosives more than ten meters high, and then shattered into pieces and fell on the nearby sea, stirring up a huge column of water.

"Pier No. 1 is blasted! Pier No. 2 is now being blasted!" shouted the commander of the engineer unit in the distance, and his men carried boxes of tools to Pier No. 2, where the holes for the explosives had been laid, and began to fuse the explosives in Pier No. 2, which had been prepared long ago.

"We used our own hands to resist it, and the stones that were piled up there were going to be blown away. Taro Takemoto said to himself, the comrade-in-arms who carried the stone with him had died on the battlefield, the bloody lower half of his body, and the picture of his comrades temporarily praying for him to find the lost foot, he had never been able to forget.

It is a very unpleasant thing to watch the dock built by himself be easily blown up. Taro Takemoto held his rifle and watched as the sappers busied the docks, dodging the American planes that flew in. The nearby anti-aircraft guns were all pushed away by the Nakamura brigade, and that was the only weapon they could use against the tank, so the dock now had no air defense and could only let the American planes rage.

We are fighting bloody battles here, can we really live better in our hometown? Taro Takemoto thought sullenly as he looked at the sappers and fellow soldiers in the distance who were hurriedly arranging wires under the interference of American fighter jets.

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And at the same time, in the rolling mountains of the distant Caucasus, next to a road. A Soviet partisan was lurking behind a clump of weeds, his eyes wary at the end of the road in the distance.

A German car drove slowly from there, with four heavily armed guards standing on it, and two German soldiers sitting in the cockpit of the truck. German cars often pass by on this road, but many of the cars passing on this road are crouched with heavily armed German soldiers.

On the radio they heard Stalin's call to all Soviet partisans behind enemy lines, and the great leader asked them to destroy the enemy's transport lines as much as possible in order to support combat operations on the frontal battlefield. They gathered all the helpers they could muster and lurked here in the hope of cutting off this supply line, which was so important to the Germans.

Before the Germans opened the oil railway line between Baku and St. Rudolph from the war, this road was an important supply line for the German army in the Caucasus, and it was obviously a very beneficial thing for the Soviet Union to be able to create problems for this supply line.

So the partisan slowly aimed the muzzle of his gun at the German car in the distance, and finally pulled the trigger of his gun in a good position.

"Bah!", the German soldier sitting in the main driver covered his chest with the gunshot, he screamed, and then fell to the steering wheel. The horn of the car was pressed by the dead Germans, and the Germans on the car immediately panicked.

Eventually, the car overturned on the road, and the food and ammunition inside were scattered in the ditch on the side of the road. The German soldiers in the car staggered into the ditch as the truck overturned, and were soon surrounded by the Soviet partisans who rushed towards them.

"Phew!" a German soldier leaned on an overturned truck on the side of the road and fired a shot at a partisan dressed in ordinary pauper clothes, and the partisan running on the opposite side immediately fell to the ground clutching his chest. The German soldiers panicked and quickly pulled the bolt to load the new bullets. However, he was immediately shot down by the Soviet partisans around him, and died on his back where he had fired.

The German soldier in the passenger seat of the car had just climbed out of the car and poked his head out of the window when he was hit in the head by a bullet and hung directly on his back on the overturned roof, his hands hanging weakly. Another German soldier in the back of the car was crushed to death by the overturned car, and only his legs and a pool of blood were visible on the ground.

The two remaining Germans hurriedly dropped their weapons on the ground and raised their hands in the air, saying the word surrender repeatedly in German, looking with horrified eyes at the large group of partisans pointing at them with their weapons.

"Whew!" a partisan did not hesitate to pull the weapon in his hand, and a bullet accurately hit the chest of a German soldier who raised his hand in surrender, and the opponent's body trembled for a moment, and then he fell backwards with the force of the bullet.

Another German soldier looked at his comrade who had been shot and before he could recover his senses, he was shot in the head and also fell into the ditch. The six Germans who were escorting the truck all died in this nameless place, and the Soviet partisans began to rummage through the contents of the truck, taking as many useful things as they could.

A sentry guerrilla in the distance began to gesture frequently, so that these men no longer remembered the almost empty truck, and ran into the woods by the roadside with some flour bags and vegetable baskets, this ambush was very successful for them, at least what they were doing for their country was worthy of their cheers.

A German armoured patrol car drove up, and apparently the German soldiers inside had spotted the overturned truck on the road. So the armored car stopped and aimed the 20-mm cannon on it at the place where there might be a threat.

"Call Command! We found a truck of our own people on the road, there are soldiers killed, and we need support. "There were only three German soldiers in the armored car, and it was clear that they did not intend to venture out of the car to inspect the battlefield that had already been cleaned. Caution is required in dealing with such matters, because no one can be sure that the guerrillas will go and return.

"This is the Route 6 Defense Headquarters, our men will be here soon, please stay vigilant!" The voice of the officer on duty in the command headquarters in the distance came from the earphones of the German commander in the armored reconnaissance vehicle.

Soon two wheeled armored vehicles arrived at the scene of the incident, covering a truck full of soldiers, and the Germans began to deploy around it, and then carefully identified the traces that had not had time to be erased. These things were not very helpful in the fight against the partisans, but they could help the Germans determine the approximate size of the nearby partisans.

"There were about 40 people, so it was a big team. A German sergeant looked at the chaotic footprints, and then turned around again before he reported to the sergeant leading the team: "It should be the group that attacked the truck last time." They were larger again, and it seemed that they had gathered some scattered routs. ”

"One of them was killed. The sergeant pointed to a pool of blood on the side of the truck and a long trail of dragging, saying, "These men took the bodies of their comrades, but because our patrol car came too fast, they didn't have time to deal with the traces." ”

The sergeant led by "Strengthening the patrol and search ...... around here" reluctantly gave an order: "Inform the battalion headquarters that we need support." ”

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The guerrillas, carrying flour and vegetables, returned to their villages, where they were strongholds and home to many of them. If there was no village, then they would not have been able to persevere in this kind of mountainous area, and most of the things they grabbed were distributed to the villagers who supported them.

However, when they reached the entrance of the village, they found that it was not the same as when they left, the entrance of the village, which was still lively in the past, was empty, and it was supposed to be the time to make a fire for cooking, but there was no light smoke coming out of the chimney of a family. The guerrillas cautiously approached the village, only to find that everyone here had disappeared inexplicably.

They found the bodies of more than a dozen elderly villagers in the village, the oldest in the village, and one who was deliberately left alive and digging a grave for his dead neighbor.

"It's the Germans! It's the Germans who took them all. The old man was expressionless and digging in the ground with a wooden stick, and when he spoke, he did not stop: "They said that there were guerrillas in the neighborhood and asked everyone to go with them, but we didn't want to leave at first, so they killed the older ones. ”

"These bastards! this is breaking the very essence of our people!" said one of the guerrillas, who was so angry that he almost threw the vegetable basket he was carrying to the ground. The rest were also more depressed - now they were homeless duckweed, and it seemed easier for the Germans to look for them -

In this chapter, thanks to the leader of the reward, Benson · Chu, thank you for your support of the Third Reich! I owe you a long time, and today I finally paid it back!