"This kind of desperate counterattack is a bit like Ardennes counterattack." Zhou Changfeng said with emotion.

This persuasion made him laugh - more like Ardennes counterattack.

The first signature of the leaflet was Brigadier General Charles White, Supreme Commander of the Oahu Ground Forces, and was accompanied by the signatures of a series of senior generals, including Chester Nimitz.

The leaflets were printed in color, similar to propaganda posters, but they were a little rough due to the haste of the work.

The front depicts the current situation in a typical American comic book style—more than 10,000 Ming troops are forced to retreat to a corner of the northwest corner of Oahu, where three large blue arrows point straight in.

On the reverse side, sumptuous dishes, clean hospital beds, and sentences of persuasion are written.

"With this leaflet, you can enter the area controlled by the U.S. Army, you won't be harmed, we will provide food, hot water, and healing."

"Bravely escape from the officers, please be responsible for your family, they want to see you again! Come to us and live!"

"Man, look at the sea behind you, you are surrounded, please give up your resistance to save your life."

"How many rounds of such propaganda bombs have been fired?"

"Back to the general army, there are not a few specific ones, and it is estimated that there are hundreds of rounds."

Zhou Changfeng thought thoughtfully, "This kind of leaflet should have fallen on the entire front, and it will have an impact on morale to some extent." ”

When the intelligence staff officer who had been working hard heard this, he asked: "Do you want to order it to be confiscated?" ”

"Bad idea, isn't that counterproductive?" Zhou Changfeng rolled his eyes, "It seems that he has no confidence at all." ”

"Oh, too, I didn't think much about it."

"Order, urge the Air Force, they now want planes and planes, ammunition and ammunition, why are they still so abrasive? Isn't it showy? Let them send a few to show off. ”

"Tricks? Good! ”

At present, what makes Zhou Changfeng even more anxious is the shortage of ammunition, because the US fleet has shelled at any cost, and most of the supplies piled up on the beachheads have been destroyed.

The total amount of supplies transferred in advance and rushed back in the face of artillery fire was only a few tens of tons, and the total amount of basic ammunition carried by the combat units themselves was really small, and it had been exhausted in this day and night of high-intensity fighting.

Although he had already asked the air force unit on Kauai yesterday to drop supplies by air, Jiang Xuan refused on the grounds that "the enemy air force has not been completely suppressed."

Now, another whole day has passed, and if some important ammunition is not provided, I am afraid that the front line will go wrong.

Although the aggressive U.S. military is in full decline, God knows if they will come back again. If you are defeated in the last five minutes, you will regret it, but it is better to be on the safe side and replenish some ammo.

As the sun set in the west, a group of Type 35 transport planes flew to Oahu, and the formation of these seven transport planes adjusted their course along the coastline, and then dropped a series of drop boxes.

The soldiers below cheered, and for a moment there was a cheer in three languages.

Many drop boxes fell to the beachhead, and the soldiers rushed straight through the water to find precious supplies.

The naval battle from the night before to the early hours of yesterday morning is still vivid, or rather, the signs of the naval battle are still there - countless wreckage fragments and the corpses of naval officers and soldiers of both sides have been pushed ashore by the tide.

Standing on the beachhead and looking out at the water, the endless coastline is full of remains of different shapes, and there is no one to bury them for the time being.

Someone couldn't help but say: "When is the time to put it away, how can you expose the corpse beach like this." ”

The pacesetter beside him threw the burned cigarette butt in his hand, "I can't take care of it now, wait for this battle to be over." ”

The sergeant who came with him made a chest salute facing the sea, and said in a deep voice: "We have to persevere to the end, otherwise thousands of people from the army, navy, and air force will die in vain." ”

On the evening of July 29, several American prisoners of war were released with a reply written by someone Zhou.

The rear headquarters of the U.S. Army was located on the anticline of a hill east of the Wheeler Army Airfield, a few kilometers away from the area of engagement, which was not only safe but also had a good view.

"Silly, even European armies will not surrender when hope is still alive. I think you know who is the end of the road between your army and our army, and I advise you to wait and assess the situation, so that you can do it yourself, so as to avoid unnecessary casualties. If it is stubborn, our army will accompany it to the end. Cut this cloth."

In this regard, Zhou is quite considerate, and he also wrote an English translation on the reverse side of the letter - the "stupid mouth" in the beginning of the text naturally became "nuts".

Brigadier General Charles White read the reply, his expression calm and silent.

Several officers next to him were full of anticipation, and they almost guessed the result when they saw this.

"Damn, they're not going to give up."

"We couldn't continue the offensive, and the unloading yard of the logistics battalion of the 7th Infantry Division was hit by an air strike, and more than 100,000 pounds of supplies were blown up."

"The losses of several infantry regiments are close to the limit, and it is impossible to continue the offensive."

Although the large-scale counterattack with all its might seemed to be effective at first, repelling the Ming army on the island, as the opponent retreated to defend the line, his offensive was stopped at once.

The entire front is in a stalemate, and the brutal tug-of-war consumes steel, explosives, gasoline, and lives every minute.

The US air force is gradually exhausted, and in the face of an opponent with numerical superiority, the pilots can be said to be powerless.

In the latest air battle, twice as many Ming planes besieged US planes, and the commander of the air force, Colonel Clarence, said that he could hold out for up to six hours after dawn tomorrow, after which the sky over Oahu would once again be a playground for the Ming army.

On July 29, a total of 31 US fighters and 18 bombers were shot down, and the Ming army also lost 22 fighters and 29 bombers.

From dawn to sunset, the U.S. army's all-day assault did not make much progress, only capturing a battalion-level position of the Ming army in the direction of the main axis, and even if the results were achieved, the rest of the place was lost in the end.

In stark contrast to the few results were heavy losses in personnel and equipment, in the words of Lieutenant Colonel Robert Zink, commander of the 501st Airborne Regiment, as follows:

"The rough hills are full of bushes and woods, and the terrain is rugged and complex, which is very conducive to defensive operations, and there are hidden fire points and foxholes everywhere. Enemy crossfire is sudden, often from bushes or other hard-to-find locations, often blocking a large area......

"We could only quickly pass through the enemy's gun line in a clear formation under the cover of smoke, and some bunkers and positions could not be bypassed, so we could only try to get close and blow them up with explosive packs and blasting canisters. The enemy's snipers continued to strike us, seriously delaying our preparations for the attack......

The U.S. paratroopers were tasked with advancing gradually along the Wyeoney Ridge, which was relatively easy and could control the pace of the attack on their own.

In contrast, the frontal attack of the 7th Infantry Division can be described as full of sorrow - two of the three regiments are no longer "capable of active attack", and the remaining 60th Infantry Regiment has only five companies that can undertake offensive tasks.

The bloody and bitter fighting all day had wiped out many grassroots companies, and the surviving soldiers were covered in blood and mud, and their eyes were dazed and weak.

The 7th Infantry Division's positions were intermittently weeping, many people were holding their heads and crying, and some officers had even suffered a nervous breakdown.

The field hospital run by the division's field medical battalion was overcrowded, the limited number of beds had long been filled, and the second-class seriously wounded could not get their turns.

Due to the continuous bombing of the railways and highways in central Oahu by Ming planes, the traffic was in a state of serious congestion, and the US engineering units were still rushing to repair them overnight.

Ammunition, food, and other supplies had to be sent to the front line, and the traffic was intermingling, making it extremely difficult to get the wounded to the hospital in downtown Honolulu......

On this night, the U.S. military unexpectedly launched a night attack.

Zhou Changfeng's original worst plan was that the enemy would make one last attempt at a strong attack after dawn, but he never expected it to be a surprise attack at night.

About two reinforced companies of U.S. infantry crossed the line from the junction due east and in the middle of the line, and penetrated deep into the line in one go, and the grenades and mortar shells reached the regimental headquarters of the 50th Regiment of the 17th Division.

The rear of the Ming army, which was strapped for troops, was empty, and for a time there were no troops to adjust, and the only units in the vicinity were such service units as the field cooking platoon and the equipment maintenance platoon.

The confusion of tracer bullets intertwined with the darkness of the night, and the soldiers opened fire with the various weapons at hand, desperately resisting, repulsing the enemy three times in a row.

Finally, when the U.S. infantry rushed into the regimental headquarters, it was empty, and the people went to the headquarters empty, leaving only field telephones, canned food, lunch boxes, flashlights, and other sundries that they had no time to take away.

The American soldiers took away the military cap and saber left by the chief of staff of the 50th Regiment, which could be used as a trophy to brag about.

At this time, a detachment ordered to rush reinforcements from the Mokapu Peninsula arrived in time.

In the evening, they set off from Caneohe Bay in nine landing craft and circled north along the Oahu coastline, and now they have finally arrived.

This detachment was two of the 2nd Battalion of the 6th Regiment of the 3rd Marine Brigade - it turned out that because the Mokapu area was relatively isolated, it was more than enough to have the 4th Marine Brigade to hold the pass after seizing the Nuanupari Storm.

"Okay, there's a timely rain, let them go over at once and eat this enemy that has penetrated into the depths!"

Zhou Changfeng immediately ordered this detachment to go non-stop to clear the enemy who was attacking at night in order to solve the urgent need.

This infantry detachment, numbering only about 300 men, moved quickly and galloped from the beachhead in only a quarter of an hour.

The battle was extremely fierce, and there were no less than five dazzling points floating in the night sky at any moment, and under the snow-white light emitted by the flares, the officers and soldiers of the two sides were fighting together.

"Rush over there!"

"Come with me, don't stop."

"Rush—"

"Kill them all!"

The sound of gunfire was unexpectedly drowned out by the earth-shattering shouts of killing, and the officers and men of the Marine Corps fought enthusiastically, and the night attack detachment of the US troops, which was fighting and retreating, was entangled and unable to break through.

They had to form a ring on the spot, but were still routed after an hour and a half.

Of the 319 U.S. troops who participated in the night attack, only 95 surrendered, 21 escaped, and the rest were all killed, including 7 officers.

The Ming army also suffered heavy casualties, with corpses of various postures scattered within a three-mile radius, medical soldiers searched for the surviving wounded on the battlefield where the smoke of gunfire had cleared, and many of the fallen officers and soldiers remained lying and prostrate on their stomachs.

While cleaning the battlefield, a fallen soldier was still holding his rifle tightly, and the butt of the rifle was engraved with several deep scratches, and the well-informed field cooking platoon deputy said that this was a record of his own results, and one scratch represented the killing of an enemy soldier.

The morning of July 30 finally came, and more than 1,000 people could not see the rising sun after a day and night of bloody battles yesterday.

The US artillery bombardment also started on time as yesterday, with hundreds of howitzers firing at the same time, but the forward observation posts of the forward positions did not find any signs of US troops gathering.

An air battle ensued, with dozens of fighters of different shapes and colors battling against each other in the blue sky, with the defeated slowly drifting down under white parachutes.

Four Type 38 heavy fighters acted as fighter-bombers, passing at a high speed of only 200 meters at a fairly fast speed, dropping more than a dozen aerial bombs on US positions.

The U.S. offensive stopped, and a large-scale counterattack that lasted two days and two nights, starting with a naval night attack, finally came to an end.

"Hooray! Banzai! ”

"It's not easy to win, it's not easy......"

The officers in the command couldn't help it, some jumped up with joy, and some laughed and cried.

The 17th Infantry Division was basically exhausted, most of the front-line units were left with an empty shelf, and the remaining number of many platoons could be counted on one hand, and what was even more embarrassing was that there was little ammunition left.

"The last time we encountered such a battle was in Darwin, and the 27th Division was almost wiped out." Zhou Changfeng breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling a sense of refreshment that he had never felt before, and the big stone in his heart finally fell after hanging high for several days.

"The 27th Division has enough ammunition and can fight openly." Zhong Dexin pretended to be calm, smiled wryly and stretched out his hand to point in the direction of the beach in the distance, "All the supplies under my command have been blown up to the sky. ”

"Your division is the first merit in this battle, and it deserves it." Zhou Changfeng commented seriously.

Zhong Dexin sighed, "If you fight like this, I don't know how long it will take to recover." ”

"The elite divisions are getting stronger and stronger, and the spirit and courage of a heroic army can be passed on for a long time."

"This ...... That's true. ”

After several days of continuous rotation, Zhou Changfeng couldn't hold on, and when sleepiness hit, he decided to sleep well to replenish his spirit.

"Good news! Great news! A communications staff officer rushed over with a telegram in his hand, stood up straight and handed it with both hands, "Reinforcements will arrive at Kauai tomorrow night, and the 1st Marine Brigade is coming!" ”

"How's that gyroplane going? The ship wasn't sunk, was it? ”

"Uh...... The circumstances are unknown, and the fleet says that only one ship was attacked and sunk. ”

【Schematic map of the Battle of Oahu】

(End of chapter)