"Your Majesty Commander, it's not that we don't work hard, it's that the enemy is simply too strong."

Inuning Mountain, the headquarters of the Japanese second line of defense, the commander of the Japanese 44th Division, who had just retreated from incendiary bombs and white phosphorus bombs, knelt on the ground and said to Masazumi Inada with tears streaming down his face:

"Most of the fortifications have been destroyed, and there are not enough gas masks in the hands of soldiers and civilians. When the enemy launches an attack, we not only have to deal with the tanks pushing over us, but we also have to worry about whether we will be killed by smoke and choked by poison gas.

die."

"The time you can hold on for a day and a night is already the limit. If your Excellency, Commander, wants to punish me, then punish me and let those poor soldiers go."

"I am willing to have a caesarean section to apologize!"

The commander of the Sixteenth Front Army, Masazumi Inada, did not look back. He was still looking at the soldiers of the 44th Division and the 77th Division as well as a large number of civilian volunteers retreating from the mountain road.

Everyone has injuries on their bodies and fear hidden in their eyes.

Masazumi Inada was already aware of yesterday's bombing by the Central Xia Air Force and last night's bloody battle. He didn't even listen to what the commander of the 44th Division was saying. His mind went blank.

Others did not dare to speak casually, but looked pitifully at the man kneeling on the ground.

After a while, Chief of Staff Major General Matsumoto said first:

"Hattori-kun, please get up. You have done a good job. The headquarters will not blame you."

"Go down and rest for two days. The Japanese Empire still needs your allegiance."

The army's talents are withering, and there are fewer and fewer generals who can command operations. At this time, how can a division commander be easily allowed to disembowel himself to apologize? What is the difference between that and amputating his own arm?

Major General Matsumoto waved his hand and asked everyone to leave the mountaintop headquarters.

When only he and Masazumi Inada were left, Major General Matsumoto finally spoke:

"Your Excellency Commander, the situation is getting worse and worse for us."

"With the speed of the Zhongxia people's advance, they will definitely be able to reach Fukuoka in half a month at most."

"The Nakaha troops that landed from Kagoshima are not idle either. Our army is about to fall into a situation where we are attacked from two sides."

"It's time to ask the Marshal to evacuate us to Shikoku Island."

The Japanese Sixteenth Front cannot afford to fight such a war of attrition. If they don't seize the time to retreat, I'm afraid no one will be able to leave by then.

Inada Masazumi was still looking at the mountain road, but he nodded his head lightly a few times.

..

Hiroshima, Japan's Second General Service Headquarters.

Itagaki Seishiro received a telegram from Inada Masazumi requesting a retreat.

Itagaki Seishiro has also been struggling with the same problem these days. Should he abandon Kyushu Island?

The enemy has already demonstrated their strength and means. Under attack from both sides, the idea of ​​luring the enemy deep and seeking a decisive battle with the main force is impossible to realize.

"well!"

There were too few choices, and Itagaki Seishiro didn't want to make a choice.

Chief of Staff Lieutenant General Okazaki Seisaburo understood Itagaki Seishiro's difficulties and suggested:

"You can report your plans and plans to the base camp, and the base camp will make the decision."

"The offensive method used by the Zhongxia people is really despicable. They don't even care about civilian casualties."

"We must concentrate our superior forces to defend Honshu Island, otherwise..."

Itagaki Seishiro was still hesitating, but at this moment, the air raid siren suddenly sounded.

A staff officer reported hastily:

"Your Excellency, Marshal, we have discovered that the enemy's aircraft is rapidly approaching from the west."

Okazaki Seisaburo will immediately ask:

"How many have come?"

"Um, three bombers and two fighters."

Itagaki Seishiro raised his head instantly, and his brows were furrowed, as if he was confused.

"It seems that we are not here for bombing. Marshal, for the sake of safety, please evacuate to the underground command room immediately." Okazaki Seisaburo finally said.

Itagaki Seishiro waved his hand, picked up the telescope on the table, and walked straight to the dilapidated yard.

Zhongxia's bombers soon arrived overhead, and under everyone's nervous gaze, the bomb hatch door slowly opened.

What appeared in Seishiro Itagaki's field of vision through the telescope was not a terrifying aerial bomb, but a sky full of colorful leaflets.

This was not the first time Itagaki Seishiro saw this scene. He sighed and said:

"Have the Zhongxia people begun to persuade them to surrender? Haha, it's really interesting."

Not long after, colorful leaflets began to float above the ruins of Hiroshima.

Okazaki Seisaburo finally grabbed a red flyer from the air, glanced at it briefly, and his expression changed instantly.

Itagaki Seishiro also caught two flyers. When he looked down, his eyes became cold and stern in an instant.

There were several photos printed on the flyer. The content of the photos was very simple, only human heads, densely packed with human heads.

Although I didn't count them carefully, the number of heads was at least fifty thousand.

The horror of so many heads placed together can make one's scalp explode.

Itagaki Seishiro looked at the Zhongxia bombers flying farther and farther away, and gritted his teeth and uttered two words:

"Jingguan!"

Anger surged in his eyes, and he wanted to be knocked off the plane with his eyes.

Jiangdong possesses the most advanced technology in the world today and has military talents that are most accessible to ordinary people, but in some aspects his behavior is very retro, so retro that it is cruel and inhumane.

By building Beijing temples and Japanese tombs, he wanted to nail the Yamato nation to the pillar of shame in history forever.

"Bagaya road!"

Itagaki Seishiro was like a crazy monkey, tearing the flyer in his hand to pieces.

More flyers fell to the ground like snowflakes, and it was impossible to collect them all.

This approach of the Zhongxia people will lead to two extremes: either they lose their resistance due to fear, or they fight to the end out of hatred.

Itagaki Seishiro belonged to the latter group. His whole body was tensed, and he wanted to fight to the death with the Zhongxia soldiers immediately.

Lieutenant General Okazaki Seisaburo's anger dissipated relatively quickly. He quickly thought of a serious problem and murmured:

"Chinese people won't scatter leaflets to Tokyo..."

Thinking of His Majesty the Emperor's appearance when he saw the flyer, Okazaki Seisaburo felt guilty and sad.

Itagaki Seishiro turned around suddenly, the anger in his eyes dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye, replaced by powerlessness.

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Colorful leaflets not only appeared over Hiroshima, but also appeared in Osaka, Kyoto, Nagoya and Tokyo.

Countless Japanese people saw a scene that they would never forget, the dense mass of heads of their compatriots.

Many people wanted to prevent Emperor Hirohito from seeing these leaflets, but the leaflets were dropped more densely over Tokyo than in other cities.

When the leaflet was spread out in his hand, Emperor Hirohito was frightened and threw it away, his hands trembling.

His lips gradually turned purple and blue, as if he was stuttering and unable to speak a complete sentence.

Suzuki Kantaro was heartbroken when he saw this, and knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

"Your Majesty, you must take care of yourself. The army will definitely avenge the He clan people who died."

"As long as you are still here, the Japanese Empire will never perish."

Emperor Hirohito slumped in his chair, his eyes filled with horror.

Sugiyama Yuan was not surprised that Zhongxia's army could do such a thing. He even felt a little familiar. This was the real Koto.

Suzuki Kantaro, who was kneeling on the ground, was still talking:

"These leaflets are the best evidence of the massacre of civilians. I will collect them and file a humanitarian protest in the international community!"

"The Zhongxia people won't be rampant for much longer. Your Majesty, you must hold on."

Sugiyama Moto glanced at Kantaro Suzuki and looked unimpressed.

After the formation of the 30 million civilian volunteer team, there will be no difference between civilians and soldiers in this land.

The international community will not care about these things.

He sighed in his heart, hoping that the emperor could see clearly the cruelty of war earlier.

On the afternoon of October 8, Allied intelligence sent the collected mid-summer leaflets to MacArthur and Nimitz.

The moment they saw Jingguan, the expressions of MacArthur and Nimitz also changed.

But they were not as exaggerated as Emperor Hirohito and quickly calmed down.

MacArthur handed the leaflets to other people, and General Spruance, General Fraser, General Stilwell and others read them one by one.

Some people find it refreshing, while others think it is too bloody and brutal.

The Allied High Command also issued an order to shoot at any Japanese who posed a threat to their own safety.

"Hey, the Zhongxia people still have many tricks up their sleeves. I wonder how frightened the Japanese will be, and I'm afraid they won't continue their life-threatening attacks."

"Bull" Halsey said with some envy and admiration.

"It's still too cruel. It makes us look like invaders and does not meet the status of liberators." General Fraser shook his head, thinking that the matter did not need to go to this point.

"Zhongxia and Japan are fighting to the death, and the hatred between them cannot be understood by outsiders." General Stilwell said impartially.
Chapter completed!