In the original historical time and space, Japan's kamikaze suicide attacks only played a psychological deterrent effect on the Allied forces, and in fact, compared with the price paid, the tactical value of Japanese kamikaze special attack aircraft was very limited. In the battles of Leyte Gulf and Okinawa, more than 2,000 Japanese suicide planes took off, but only about 40 Allied ships were sunk.

In fact, if you think about it, you can see the root cause of this: very few planes can directly ram the waterline of battleships like torpedoes, and even if the pilots manage to approach the battleships, they can only crash into the decks and superstructures of these battleships.

However, these places are also the key parts of the battleship, and in some places the armor is even prepared for 380 mm caliber cannon shells. Obviously, these kamikaze aircraft, which are relatively slower and have less charge, will not be able to penetrate the armor of these parts and inflict a fatal blow on the battleship. Therefore, Japan's clamoring and propaganda of "one plane for one ship" is simply a joke to entertain itself.

Another reason is that most of the pilots of these aircraft are simply trained daredevils. It can be said that they have fallen into a mental frenzy, and it is even more impossible for them to take any effective response after engaging the enemy -- being able to fly to the destination is already considered to be overperforming, and it is a bit too difficult to ask these novice pilots to dogfight with the US fighter unit. Therefore, after inflicting certain losses on the US military at the beginning, these planes will be shot down by skilled American pilots on the way.

But Yagi still completed his plan, piloting his own plane to give a supply ship to the American landing force. I don't know if Yagi's luck was too good, or if it should be said that the Americans' luck was too bad, the plane happened to crash into a ship transporting munitions, so the huge explosion helped Yagi complete the final attack - the American transport ship burst into a ball of flames and sank in the choppy waters in an instant.

The news that four warships of the US landing fleet were damaged and one munitions ship was sunk suddenly made the US Navy, which had been preparing to easily crush the Japanese army, suddenly wake up from its arrogant state, and they began to send planes on a large scale to attack the Japanese-controlled islands that they were going to land on, and they also implemented stricter air vigilance.

The landing plan would not be canceled because of such a small twist and turn, so the US Navy still began a strategic operation on this island in accordance with the original battle plan. When the warships of the U.S. Navy were spread out on the sea level, Rear Admiral Ishida, who was standing on the top of the hill and watching everything through a telescope, realized how pale the preparations made by his army were in the face of the giant of the United States.

He had ordered his troops to dig trenches for several days on end, but these trenches and fortifications were as small as an ant's nest in front of the American Navy fleet he saw. He lowered the binoculars in his hand, and then set his eyes on a dozen insignificant trenches not far from his feet, next to the beach.

"Boom!" the distant roar of cannon fire could be heard in the sky, and those distant American battleships did not come within range of Japanese 70 mm and 105 mm guns. Ishida's carefully prepared firepower was placed in front of the main guns of American cruisers of 203 mm caliber and the massive number of 155 mm caliber guns, and there was no room for play.

Hundreds of artillery shells swept through the positions of the Japanese Army stationed on the seashore in an instant, and these large-caliber shells were unprecedented to these Japanese recruits. You must know that the Japanese Army was once beaten all over the ground by Soviet 122 mm guns at Nomenkan, and you can think of what kind of mentality the Japanese defenders who appeared in the trenches were had.

"Yaga Ya Road!" Ishida suddenly felt the urge to kill, he wanted to find an opportunity to return to the base camp, and then ask those guys who were doing everything possible to hide the news of the defeat at the front: "Which gang are you from?"

Along with the concealed news of the defeat, there is also a detailed analysis and description of the great strength of the US Navy. In accordance with the requirements mentioned in the Japanese Army's combat manual, Ishida built his position to resist the landing in a relatively dangerous position along the coast. But in the face of such overwhelming artillery fire, he really couldn't think of any reason to prove that those subordinates who were baptized by artillery fire could survive.

It can be said that before the coverage of the superior naval artillery fire of the US Navy, his battle was lost before it had even begun, and his soldiers had collapsed before they could see the enemy they should have seen. Ishida pressed the command knife hard with one hand, and squeezed out his own order from between his teeth: "Send a telegram directly to the base camp! Tell them to conceal the naval strength of the Americans any longer, that is, to cause trouble for the people who are deploying in the back...... Try to be as polite as possible, using honorifics. ”

In the end, reason prevailed over his urge to curse, and looking at the defensive positions that had been covered in smoke, he knew that his defense line was completely finished. All he could do now was pray, praying that the U.S. Marines would land quickly, so that he would retain some strength to consume the lives of some American soldiers.

It is a pity that the Americans obviously did not intend to speed up the pace of their landing, and the large-caliber naval guns on the destroyers and cruisers poured shells on the Japanese positions as if they did not want money, and one explosion after another kicked up one black smoke after another, and the whole island seemed to tremble, trembling from round after round of shelling.

"The enemy has at least 5 cruisers, more than 10 destroyers and light cruisers...... The shelling was so heavy that the commander of the Akino Brigade had just called to say that his unit had lost more than 200 soldiers. The chief of staff stood behind Major General Ishida and reported with a telegram in his hand: "The two guns of the Independent Anti-Tank Brigade have also been destroyed. ”

Rear Admiral Ishida didn't expect the two 37mm guns to actually destroy the U.S. Marine Corps tanks on the beach, preferring to believe that the anti-tank mines he had planted would work. But his mines also ended up with these artillery, and were blown away by the shells of the US Navy.

The shelling began at ten o'clock in the morning of that day and continued until Major General Ishida's numb order to abandon the second-line position was not even too lazy to convey it. Then the overwhelming number of American troop carriers began to assemble in the direction of the beach, and the landing craft were lowered and densely leaned towards the coastline.

"Finally...... Here we go. Major General Ishida felt sweat in the palms of his hands pressed on the command knife, and he didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing for the Americans to start attacking now, because he really couldn't determine how much resistance there was in his first- and second-line positions.

A few minutes after the shelling began, the headquarters of the Akino Brigade could still be contacted, but an hour later, when a round of shelling was launched, the telephone could no longer be reached, and the radio could not be contacted, and Ishida's command had lost control of the situation in the first line of defense.

When he saw that the landing ships began to unload soldiers, the hordes of American soldiers were already staggering forward in knee-high water, and the nearest American unit was only a few dozen meters away from the first line of defense he had arranged, he finally heard the sparse sound of gunfire bursting from the defensive line.

Some grenades were thrown and exploded, making small splashes on the beach. Compared to the massive artillery bombardment of the United States just now, these Japanese troops responded as if they were a joke, but these gunshots and explosions still made Ishida's heart slightly relieved, because his first line of defense was still there, and his fortifications could still play the expected role.

Taro Takemoto was screaming in his trench, looking for a familiar foot, his comrade-in-arms, the comrade-in-arms who had complained with him about carrying the wood with him, whose feet had just flown with the cannonballs, and the other man was moaning and begging him to find his feet before he died. He stooped and searched the trenches that had been torn into a gentle slope by the shells, hoping to find the missing foot.

Occasionally, a soldier passed by him, carrying a weapon and shouting that the Americans were coming, and ran in the other direction, but Taro Takemoto didn't bother to pay attention to it, he just lowered his head to find his companion's foot. But soon he stopped, for he saw the bodies of his captain and several officers lying in an open machine-gun position.

Only then did he realize that he should leave here quickly, after all, the top commander of hundreds of soldiers in this trench had died, and a big man who usually commanded more than 1,000 officers and soldiers with high spirits was left with half of his body lying in the cold trench at this moment.

Taro Takemoto hurriedly ran backwards, ignoring the passing trenches and soldiers desperately firing in the direction of the beach. Some of them threw prepared grenades, some kept pulling the bolts in an attempt to reload their ammunition faster, and occasionally heard the sound of machine guns in the distance.

This battle was not quite what Taro Takemoto had imagined, it was not a face-to-face firing between the two sides, and they condescendingly took advantage. On the contrary, he had not seen a single American until now, and as a result, he was beaten by American artillery and fled. He jumped over a corpse lying in the trench, and ran to the far communication trench with his steel helmet, which he had dug with his own hands, and he knew the terrain there.

Fourth, Long Ling doesn't owe any debts, but he still owes a few book friends for the outbreak, and tomorrow Long Ling will continue to break out, for the sake of rewarding book friends, Long Ling will die!!!!