Forget it, suicide is also death, and being killed by the enemy is also death. Since he was already destined to leave the island alive, how he died really didn't matter that much. He sighed, once again thinking of his own family on the distant land of his motherland.

The sound of gunfire on the battlefield reminded Taro Takemoto that he was still in danger, and he finally pulled the trigger pressed by his finger in his weapon, and fired the last bullet out of his chamber. He didn't have time to hesitate at this time, and not far away, the American soldiers had already rushed into the trench, and he saw with his own eyes a Japanese soldier being beaten into a sieve and then falling down covered in blood.

"Click" he pulled the trigger a second time, because there were no bullets in the chamber of the gun, so there could only be a slight sound, he pulled the trigger a third time, and the response was still a slight click in the rifle, he had no bullets, but he was still frequently pulling the trigger, pulling the trigger. The bloody battlefield made his muscles tense, and his whole body began to lose his soul, he didn't know what he was doing, he was just unconsciously repeating the movements in his hands.

He instinctively wanted to live, to survive in such a bloody and desperate environment, but what was in front of him really made him lose hope of living. "Ah!" he let out a cry of hysterical despair, hoping to vent the inexplicable feeling of remorse in his heart: he shouldn't have died here, he shouldn't have died here in such a humble way.

An American soldier spotted Taro Takemoto who was shouting, and aimed his M1 Garand rifle at the crazy Japanese soldier, he couldn't understand why the other party was screaming like a beast, and he didn't understand why these Japanese still didn't choose to surrender neatly in such a desperate situation.

The second American soldier who jumped into the trench was not as polite as the first American soldier, he pulled the trigger directly at Taro Takemoto with his M1 rifle, and the bullet flew towards the target, tearing Taro Takemoto's clothes directly and hitting his body. One shot went through his ribcage and the other two hit him in the stomach.

So the Japanese soldier fell to the ground on his back, convulsed twice and closed his eyes, he did not choose to break the jade on his own position like other Japanese soldiers, but died in his own post with his own weapon. It cannot be said whether this soldier is brave or cowardly, the difference between him and others is nothing more than the difference in the way of death.

The two American soldiers crossed the corpse of Taro Takemoto, one behind the other, and continued to grope their way forward, and within a few steps they saw what seemed to be a hell on earth, a Japanese soldier stacked on top of each other, they were blown apart by the grenade in their arms, and they looked as disgusting as a pork slaughterhouse.

As the gunfire had gradually subsided, the Japanese resistance was getting weaker, and the Americans began to search for the surviving Japanese prisoners of war, but unfortunately most of their efforts ended in failure. More than 18,000 Japanese troops remained on the island, but the American military can now find nothing but corpses. These Japanese not only committed suicide, but also massacred their own wounded and their unwilling companions, shooting each other, sometimes even killing each other with knives and bayonets.

The American soldiers could not imagine the state in which a person would choose such a desperate approach, and they could not understand why those who would rather blow themselves up with a grenade did not raise their hands and surrender. However, when they packed up the things left by the Japanese army, they realized what kind of desperation this group of Japanese soldiers had experienced.

The beach was littered with the skulls of hundreds of soldiers and steel helmets that had been pierced by bullets, and at first the American soldiers even thought it was a cemetery or some kind of memorial ceremony peculiar to Japan - and later when they interrogated the few prisoners of war, they learned that it was originally a special "farmland" for grain production.

The Japanese army fastened the skeletons and broken steel helmets on the beach, and at high tide, countless small crabs and fish and shrimp would burrow into these hole-filled "habitats" to hide, and most of them would not have time to leave at low tide, and they would be left in these skeletons and broken steel helmets, and eaten by the Japanese soldiers who had been hungry for several days.

However, these seafood contain a lot of bacteria, and the Japanese army did not have many conditions to fully heat it before eating it, so eating these seafood is accompanied by a huge risk, of course, if you don't eat it, the risk is just as huge. It's a difficult choice: either eat these things and die of dysentery the next day, or don't eat them and die of starvation the next day. Hundreds of Japanese soldiers chose to be a full ghost, and thousands more starved into mummies and died the next or third day.

Don't think of American soldiers as mighty and civilized, they behave on the battlefield like all other armies: they fire at all seemingly unsafe places and mistreat their captives with bayonets...... The armored units of the Marine Corps would also cut off the heads of Japanese soldiers and hang them on tank turrets to become shriveled skinned skeletons to intimidate the Japanese troops on the other side who did not surrender.

War has made everyone forget their basic humanity, and killing and cruelty have become the only rules here. Perhaps with the exception of a few beautiful moments that have been recorded, all life here tends to be more demonic than human. It is precisely because they are precious that those moments that retain the brilliance of humanity will be so precious and so moving.

"Sir, the Japanese army here has been completely annihilated. An hour ago, there was no more gunfire on the island, and we checked some of the tunnels dug by the Japanese army, which were full of corpses, or empty. An officer reported the situation on the island to the division commander of the Marine Corps front-line command: "We found the command of the Japanese army, it was very chaotic, the radio stations were all vandalized, and the code books were burned...... Their commander committed suicide inside. ”

"Let's go, go see these crazy people. "The American commander walked behind his back in a trench that was slightly muddy because of too much blood. Even though the soldiers had cleaned it up once, it was still so terrifying that everyone had to resist the urge to vomit.

Compared with the distant battlefields of the Eastern Front, the battles here are more brutal and primitive, revealing ancient savagery and the coldness and cruelty that come from the bottom of the human heart. The battle in the Pacific reveals more of an indescribable grievance that all those who have lived through the war do not want to talk about it again.

Walking into this simple headquarters from the entrance to the trench without a door, looking at the map of the island marked with Japanese on the wall, and a few temporary papers cluttered on the table, the American officer finally glanced at the three corpses lying on the ground after scanning for a week.

"Have them buried. After the American commander finished speaking, he turned and walked out of the room: "Hell, this is a disgusting place. ”

There was still light smoke wafting out of the crater not far away, and in the crater there were the bodies of Japanese officers, some of whom were still alive when the American troops attacked, holding their weapons and trying to return fire. It's a pity that they are not qualified and soldiers who have been in battle for a long time after all, and they were quickly killed by the soldiers of the United States Marine Corps.

Not far away, American engineers are desperately repairing the airfield on the island, and they want to restore it to the point of service as soon as possible, and then a large number of American bombers can take off from here and directly bomb the Japanese soldiers deployed on the islands in Southeast Asia.

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And just when the U.S. troops occupied the island and completely annihilated the defenders of the island, Guderian's armored forces had already occupied almost all of the Kursk region, and the 200,000 Soviet infantry could only raise their hands and surrender in the face of the powerful German offensive and lay down their weapons.

The German armored forces advanced all the way to the Kursk, the core defense of the Soviet army, and these new tanks, under the cover of a large number of aircraft and heavy artillery, the fast-advancing German army, there were still more than 200,000 Soviet troops struggling in the encirclement.

These troops were not random farmers or factory workers, they were fundamentally different from the rabble gathered by Stalin, because these soldiers had experienced the war and could be regarded as qualified soldiers. The loss of so many veterans and officers made the shortage of Soviet soldiers even worse.

But if these soldiers were not left behind, where would the Soviets find a way to hold back the German troops and let other more elite troops go north? Zhukov was on the rickety car at this moment, looking out the window of the car, the troops on both sides of the road carrying their weapons and advancing towards the north with a dejected expression on their faces, and he felt indescribable discomfort in his heart.

Not long ago, he led these troops from the area south of Moscow to the south, and at Kursk the Soviet counterattack was fired, and the troops lived up to expectations, quickly repelling the Germans and recapturing a large German-occupied area south of Kursk and Voronezh.

They used to be the hope of the entire USSR, they were the hope of retaking Stalingrad. Unfortunately, now that everything is in ashes, half of these so-called hope forces are now struggling in the German encirclement, while the other half is leaving their companions behind and fleeing north.