In the original historical space and time, Japan's Kamikaze suicide attack only had a psychological deterrent effect on most of the Allies. In fact, compared with the price they paid, the tactical value of the Japanese Kamikaze special attack aircraft was very limited. In the battles of Wright Bay and Okinawa, Japan's suicide aircraft took off in total, but there were only more than 40 Allied ships sunk. This level of exchange can only be said to be a loss, but it was just a "stoppable measure" adopted by Japan because it was unable to train qualified pilots.

In fact, you will know the fundamental reason after thinking about it: few aircraft can directly hit the waterline part of the warship like torpedoes. Even if the pilot successfully approaches the warship, he can only crash into the decks and superstructures of these warships.

However, these places are also key areas for warships to protect. Some places are even prepared for 380mm caliber giant cannon shells. Obviously, these Kamibo aircraft, which are relatively slower and have less charge, cannot penetrate the armor of these places and cause a fatal blow to the warships. Therefore, the "one aircraft for one ship" that Japan clamors to promote is just a joke to entertain themselves.

Another reason is that most of the pilots of these aircraft are simply trained suicide squadrons. They can be said to have fallen into madness mentally, and it is even more impossible to take any effective response after receiving the enemy to fly to the destination. It is a bit too difficult to require these novice pilots to fight with the US fighter force. Therefore, after initially causing certain losses to the US military, these aircraft will be shot down halfway by skilled American pilots.

But Yagi still completed his plan. He flew his own plane and gave a supply ship to the US landing force a fierce moment. I don’t know if Yagi’s luck was so good, or if the Americans were so bad. The plane just hit a ship transporting arms, so the huge explosion helped Yagi complete the final attack. The American transport ship burst into a ball of flames and instantly sank into a storm water.

Four warships were injured in the U.S. landing fleet and one munition ship was sunk. This news suddenly made the US Navy, which was originally preparing to easily defeat the Japanese army, suddenly awakened from its arrogant state. They began to send planes on a large scale to harass the Japanese-controlled islands to land, and implemented stricter air alerts.

The landing plan would not be cancelled because of such a small setback, so the US Navy began the island's strategic battle according to the original combat plan. When the US Navy's warships spread out at sea level, Major General Ishida, who stood on the top of the mountain and watched everything with a telescope, realized how pale and powerless the preparations made by his troops were in front of the American giant.

He had ordered the troops to dig trenches for several days, but these trenches and fortifications were as small as an ant nest in front of the American Navy fleet he saw. He put down the telescope in his hand, and then pointed his eyes at more than a dozen insignificant trenches not far from his feet, next to the beach.

"Boom!" The roar of distant cannons fired from the sky, and the distant American warships did not enter the range of Japan's 70mm and 105mm caliber cannons. Ishida carefully prepared firepower was placed in front of the main gun of the US 203mm caliber cruiser and a massive 155mm caliber cannon, and there was no room for performance.

Hundreds of shells swept across the Japanese Army's positions on the beach in an instant. These large-caliber shells were never seen by these Japanese recruits. You should know that the Japanese Army was once shot by the Soviet 122mm caliber artillery in Nomenkan, and you can think about what kind of mentality it was like when you appeared in the Japanese defenders huddled in the trenches.

"Baga Road!" Ishida suddenly had the urge to kill people. He wanted to find a chance to go back to the base camp, and then he asked those guys who tried every means to conceal the news of the defeat on the front line: "Which group are you from?"

As the hidden news of the defeat was covered up, there was also a specific analysis and description of the strong strength of the US Navy. Ishida built his position to fight against landing in a relatively dangerous position along the coast according to the requirements mentioned in the Japanese Army's combat manual. However, 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 in the face of the US Navy's superior naval artillery fire, his battle had already lost before it even started, and his soldiers had collapsed before they could see the enemy they should have seen. Ishida pressed the command knife with one hand and squeezed out his order from his teeth: "Send a telegram to the base camp directly! Tell them to hide the American naval strength, that is, to cause trouble for those who are deploying defenses behind... Tell them as much as possible, and use honorific words."

In the end, reason defeated his urge to curse. Looking at the defensive positions that were already covered in thick smoke, he knew that his defense line was completely finished. Now all he could do was pray, pray that the US Marines could land quickly, and allow him to retain some strength to consume the lives of some American soldiers.

Unfortunately, the Americans obviously did not intend to speed up their landing pace. The destroyers and the large-caliber naval guns on the cruisers seemed to be free of money, pouring shells onto the Japanese positions. One explosion after another brought out black smoke. The entire island seemed to be trembling, trembling because of the round of shelling.

"The enemy has at least 5 cruisers, more than 10 destroyers and light cruisers... The shelling was very fierce. The commander of the Akino Brigade just called and said that his troops had killed more than 200 soldiers." The chief of staff stood behind Major General Ishida, holding a telegram in his hand and reported: "The two artillery artillery of the Independent Anti-Tank Brigade have also been destroyed."

Major General Ishida didn't expect that the two 37mm caliber can really destroy all the US Marines' tanks on the beach. He would rather believe that the anti-tank mines he buried could have an effect. But his mines were also destroyed with these artillery and were blown away by the US Navy's shells.

The shelling began at 10 a.m. on that day and continued until Major General Ishida was so numb that he didn't even bother to convey the order to abandon the second-line position. Then the overwhelming US troops ships began to gather in the direction of the beach, and the landing craft was put down and leaned against the coastline densely.

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

Just a few minutes after the shelling, the command of the Akino Brigade could still contact, but an hour later the phone could no longer be reached and the radio could not be contacted. Ishida's command had lost control of the first line of defense.

Seeing the landing ships starting to unload the soldiers, and groups of American soldiers were already staggering in the knee-length sea. When the nearest American troops were only a few dozen meters away from the first line of defense he arranged, he finally heard the sparse gunfire sounds bursting out from the line of defense.

Some grenades were thrown out and exploded, causing a small splash on the beach. Compared to the huge shelling of the United States just now, these Japanese counterattacks were like jokes, but the gunfire and explosions still made Ishida's heart slightly wider, because his first line of defense was still there, and his fortifications could still play the expected role.

Taro Takemoto shouted in his trench, searching for a familiar foot everywhere. His comrade-in-arms, the comrade-in-arms who complained with him to carry the wood together, had just flew up with the shells. Before his death, the other party moaned and begged him to find his foot. He bent over and searched everywhere in the trench that had been torn into a gentle slope by the shells, hoping to find the missing foot.

Occasionally, soldiers passed by him, shouting the Americans with weapons and other words, and ran in another direction. Taro Takemoto didn't care. He just lowered his head to look for his companion's feet. But soon he stopped because he saw his captain and the bodies of several officers lying in an open machine gun position.

At this time, he realized that he should leave here quickly. After all, the highest commander of hundreds of soldiers in this trench was dead. A big man who was usually commanding more than 1,000 officers and soldiers was only half of his body lying in the cold trench.

Taro Takemoto quickly ran backwards, ignoring the passing trenches, and there were soldiers who were desperately firing towards the beach. Some of these people threw ready grenades, some kept pulling the bolts to try to load the ammunition faster, and occasionally they could hear the sound of machine guns from afar.

This battle was different from what Taro Takemoto originally imagined. It was not the fire shooting from both sides, they took advantage of it. On the contrary, he had not seen an American until now, and was beaten by American cannons to flee. He jumped over a corpse in a trench, held the helmet and ran to the traffic trench in the distance. It was dug by him by himself, and he was familiar with the terrain there-
Chapter completed!