The Japanese army built a hidden military airport on this small island. This airport could originally accommodate more than 50 fighter jets, but now there are only 2 transport planes and 4 fighter jets here. These poor planes are docked in aircraft hangars covered with camouflage nets, and one plane cannot take off because it lacks some parts.

It is impossible to expect this air force to pose a fatal threat to the US Navy. Even the air commander of the 6th Army on this small island has given up all efforts. He drank desperately all day long, and did not even care about or care about the situation that should be inquired about.

After a morning of fatigue, Taro Takemoto was finally transferred to a post in the port, which was a rotational rest. He held his Type 38 rifle and looked at the ocean in front of him. This was once a place he yearned for. If it weren't for the boss at home, he might have become a brave sailor and rode the wind and waves on a whaling ship in Japan.

But in reality, although he did not become a sailor because of his family's obstruction, he was unable to stay away from danger because of the outbreak of war and became a soldier on this island who would be killed at any time. The island lacks the most basic medical insurance, and malaria may die at any time. In addition, hundreds of wounded people in field hospitals who were not in time to transport them to the rear, it is not surprising that this place will deteriorate into a place where the plague is raging at any time.

"Have you heard it? The new seawater desalination machine on the island is broken." A comrade chewed with a shriveled lunch similar to a rice ball, while telling the news on the island in a vague language. The device is very unstable and will break from time to time, so most of the source of drinking water on the island is rainfall rather than desalted seawater.

Taro Takemoto was holding a ball of rice balls that looked very unpalatable in his hand, and a smile squeezed out from the corner of his dry mouth: "If that thing works normally, it is really confusing. Compared to that unreliable machine, I don't think I have to worry about not having water to drink now."

"Why?" the soldier asked in confusion.

"You ask why? The Americans will come soon, and we will all die here." Takemoto Taro complained, "Those bastards won't let us build those trenches and fortifications for no reason, so I'm going to say that this place will soon become the frontline."

"Then are we not going to transfer? Let those of us who have only machine guns go against the Americans? Isn't it crazy?" The soldier looked around and finally looked at the new soldiers who walked out of the dock in the distance, and then waited for his eyes: "My God, Baga Road! Are we going to fight with the Americans with the new ones?"

Just as he was feeling, on the hillside in the distance, a Japanese soldier in charge of looking at the air defense alarm in his hand, he shook his life, hoping to convey his urgent mood to everyone. Because in the distance of the sky, small black dots were rapidly expanding, and then splitting, eventually forming a terrible black cloud.

"These American bastards." Before he could swallow the food in his hand, Taro Takemoto stood up in a hurry, panickedly stuffed the uneasy rice balls in his hand into his clean pocket, and then carried his rifle to the dock of the port to rescue the military supplies that had just been sent ashore. For those trapped on the isolated island, each of these supplies was a very precious treasure.

These American B-17 bombers that took off from other distant islands were densely packed with attack formations over this small island. The failure of bombing Norway allowed the top American executives to put all the newly produced B-17 bombers into the Pacific battlefield. These strategic bombers with amazing ranges did live up to expectations and immediately blew up several small islands trapped by the Japanese army into ruins.

The Japanese army had no weapons, and could head-on with the same terrible gunboats flying in the air like the Luftwaffe. Japanese fighters that highlighted their agile fighting performance did nothing in front of these aircraft, and their barely took off and intercepted ended only to increase the record for the Allied bomber troops.

But what is inexplicable is that these bombers did not make any moves against the port composed of several simple marinas exposed outside. They only began to bomb further into the middle of the island, destroying the Japanese villages on the island and blowing some of the cultivated sugarcane fields into a sea of ​​fire.

After opening the bullet cabin, these B-17 bombers actually lowered their flight altitude and carried out precise bombing attacks at an altitude of about 6 ooo meters. A large number of bombs destroyed several important Japanese warehouses and destroyed some newly built fortifications built on the mountains and forests on the island.

"Report to General!" A Japanese officer walked to Major General Ishida's command center in the cave and stood attentively to Ishida and the lieutenant general beside him: "The Americans bombed our warehouse and airport, because some of the supplies had been transferred to the cave bunker in advance according to the order, so the loss was not large."

The Americans obviously have a strong interest in docks or ports, and they are more willing to occupy facilities that can be used immediately than to completely destroy them. In addition to the escort 2O American fighter jets firing Japanese ships docked in the port with machine guns, the large-scale bombing did not launch a target for the most vulnerable port terminals.

Another person who followed in was the new commander of the supplementary army. He had a frustrated expression on his face. Before Ishida could ask, he lowered his head and reported the heavy losses of his troops by the air strike: "My troops have very limited training. They have suffered such an attack for the first time, so the chaos has caused more casualties. About 20 soldiers were killed in battle, and more than 350 people were injured."

Major General Ishida frowned involuntarily after hearing the casualties report. He had just received supplements from 2ooo soldiers, but the soldiers lost more than a quarter of the first day. This kind of news will make people feel the urge to curse.

Unfortunately, when he heard that the soldiers of the original 28o Division on the island had also lost more than 10 people during the bombing, he had no urge to be angry. Major General Ishida had to accept the fact that his troops had no combat experience, and he had to use such an inexperienced force to block the progress of the US Navy Team 6.

"God of General! You must leave here." Ishida put down a bunch of difficult problems in front of him, and instead persuaded the old general beside him: "Now the American plane has started bombing, and it is no longer safe here. You can take that transport ship immediately and go!"

"Ishida Jun! To be honest, if I could choose myself, I would rather die here in battle than live to face a more embarrassing future." The old general said helplessly. After saying that, he felt that what he said just now was a bit pessimistic, so he squeezed out a smile and said to Major General Ishida: "I'll leave yourself, so I'll do it myself."

While Taro Takemoto was helping some frightened soldiers carry boxes of ammunition on the dock, he saw a small car driving past him. The car stopped at the end of the dock. The officers above walked along the vanished transport ship along the stairs, surrounded by stomach problems and adjutants.

The bombing just now made these ships afraid to continue to stay, so the seriously injured people who were originally arranged to leave with the ship were temporarily changed to slightly injured soldiers. They could get on the ship by themselves, so they boarded faster. For these wounded soldiers, what they are now experiencing is already in Solomon or Darwin Harbor, and the seriously injured people were left behind. The mildly injured people retreated and then delayed treatment. The mildly injured people eventually deteriorated into serious wounds and were left on a small island due to lack of medicine and medical conditions.

"Look, look! That general is gone!" The comrades on the side put down a box of heavy machine gun bullets, wiped their heads of sweat, and said to Takemoto Taro beside him: "It seems that it is really the same as you said. It's going to fight. These officials are about to run away."

"I saw it!" Takemoto Taro really wanted to run over and board the ship with the general and leave the island that became the front line. But he couldn't, because he knew that if he did this, he would soon be dragged off the ship by the military police, and then shot him, the deserter who was trying to escape in front of everyone.

So all he could do was envy, and then comfort himself silently in his heart, saying to himself that in this situation, it was not a very safe thing to leave by boat. Seeing the transport ship leaving far away and finally disappearing on the sea level, he closed his eyes. It was still the endless sea, and it was still the place he yearned for. Unfortunately, he might not have the chance to travel on the sea again in his life, because he had to work with all the people who stayed to defend the island under his feet to the death.

In the evening, it was still bright. Major General Ishida received a condolence message from the navy in his underground bunker. Several other ships that left him were seen by US Navy carrier-based aircraft and were all sunk more than ten kilometers away. Except for a destroyer named Xuefeng who was lucky enough to escape, the people on the ship were not injured, no one survived. The lieutenant general who was supposed to command the battle in Malaysia, now only one name is left, left at the top of the list of deaths.

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