The sound of Tokyo Rose is as warm and delicate as in the past, like spring breeze and rain, completely different from the storm in the Sendai area at this moment, forming a huge contrast in the hearts of the US military.

When the US military soldiers were addicted to such voices, tens of thousands of members of the Japanese civilian volunteer team quietly approached the US military's positions, and their actions were very secretive.

Marshal Sugiyama, the commander of the First Japanese General Army, was at the back of the front line. Instead of staying in the bunker, he stood on the small mountain bag in a raincoat.

Sugiyama Moto held up the telescope in his hand, his expression cold and calm.

The rain dripped from his forehead, and he was unmoved, still standing like a wooden man.

In front of him, the chariot division, infantry division and other units were ready for attack.

Ordinary soldiers did not wear raincoats, they either squatted or lay in the pouring rain, waiting for the order to attack.

The rain in October was biting cold, but these Japanese were unmoved.

In order to win this counterattack, Sugiyama Sora joined the two most elite chariot divisions under his command, as well as the First Guards and Third Guards Divisions.

As time passes by minute by minute, the civilian volunteer team responsible for launching suicide attacks at the forefront are getting closer and closer to the US military's position.

The rain and mud hit the civilians, and their bodies trembled unconsciously.

It's not because of the cold, but because of the excitement and tension that approaches the destination.

Through the layers of rain, the outline of the US military's position became clearer and clearer. The civilian volunteers crawling forward stopped one after another, waiting for the order to charge.

At 10 a.m., a strange voice suddenly came from the periphery of the US military's defense line.

The observer who remained on the position looked up in shock.

"Bang bang bang..."

I don't know which corner of the rain curtain it shot, and it hit the observer's head.

The last moment the U.S. military observers saw countless clay figures standing up from the pouring rain, with their ferocious faces and their chests open.

“Onboard!!!”

The sudden sound of gunfire was hazy in the heavy rain, and the US soldiers in the bunker were still addicted to the soft and soft words of Tokyo Rose.

Some people noticed the abnormality and suddenly opened their eyes.

But then came the sound of the shaking sound of the on-board, which even overshadowed the sound of rain that enveloped the sky and the earth.

All the American soldiers heard the crazy shouts and jumped up from the ground.

Without the officer's order, the soldiers grabbed their weapons and rushed towards the trenches outside the bunker.

General Stilwell, who was in the rear command, was also alarmed. His heart skipped a beat, and his face became extremely solemn in an instant.

"Boom boom boom..."

The sound of onboard was followed by continuous explosions, which made people's hearts tremble.

The US soldiers who rushed to the position saw countless civilian volunteers rushing towards them, with shadows stacked, and they could not see at all.

Just now, the weapon was put on the trenches, and the scene in front of the soldiers was trembling with fear and blood was clotting.

The Japanese who were swarming in ignored the barbed wire in front of them and all kinds of obstacles that were broken by the typhoon. They did not hide or avoid them, but only rushed forward with their heads.

Countless people rushed into the minefield, and the mines soaked in the rain were detonated one after another.

At that moment, the continuous rain curtain seemed to turn bright red.

Burned in front of the position is a type of castrated landmine. After being triggered, the mine propulsion medicine made the landmine jump out of the ground, reaching a waist-length height, it exploded and cracked.

The mine was filled with 360 steel balls or metal fragments. After the explosion, these things splashed around in a radial shape, ruthlessly reaping life.

The civilian volunteer team's charge was a sudden start, and a large number of people turned into minced flesh flying in the air.

Blood covered the vision of the people in front and behind, and only a scarlet red could be seen in the eyes of the Japanese.

In order to prevent such suicide attacks, the Allied landing forces spared no effort when building positions.

The minefield in front of the position is at least 100 meters wide, and it almost surrounds the entire Allied defense line, without any gaps.

The scene of the mine detonation was bloody and shocking the soul. The Japanese from the civilian volunteer team had never seen such a scene. They were a little panicked and afraid for a moment.

But there were tens of thousands of civilian volunteer team members who launched the attack. The volunteer team who witnessed the bloody and tragic front stopped and more fanatical volunteer teams rushed from the rear.

No matter how scared or feared they were in their hearts, the people in front were still pushed and charged forward by their companions behind them.

Chaos, miserable, helpless, desperate, horrified……

Amid the surging of crazy crowds, castrated landmines kept exploding and exploding.

The US soldiers on the position stared at these scenes in a daze, almost forgot to shoot.

Soon, the 100-meter minefield was filled with human flesh and blood.

The rain turned red, and the earth was scarlet.

The smell of blood is so strong that it cannot be dissolved, making the brain dizzy.

More crazy Japanese people charged towards the U.S. positions on the road paved with flesh and blood from their companions.

Their bodies were stained with blood, and they looked like demons rushing out of hell, with ferocious expressions.

Behind the minefield is the already fragmented barbed wire.

These things could not stop the civilian volunteers who were flocking to the crowd. The US military soldiers saw that many Japanese people had pulled out the fuze of the explosive pack in their arms.

Before he could calm down his shock, the light and heavy machine guns and semi-automatic rifles on the position began to fire.

The Japanese in the front row fell down like cut wheat, pulled out the explosive packs and grenades that had been removed from the fuse and exploded everywhere, splashing a lot of mud and sand.

The soldiers kept stuffing shells into the barrel of the mortar, and they didn't have time to look up and check the results.

Howitzers and infantry artillery of the rear artillery regiment began to support the front line positions. The Sherman tanks, armored vehicles and self-propelled howitzers equipped by the independent tank battalion became mobile artillery fire, constantly pouring shells over the heads of the surging Japanese.

The shouts of killing became more and more intense. Under this same situation, the soldiers on both sides were red in their eyes.

Some Sherman tanks drove directly to the trenches and shot the Japanese who rushed over from a high place.

These crazy people seemed to have come to die. They were the slaughtered party, but they were fearless.

More than ten minutes later, the position was covered with layers of corpses, scattered and bloody.

The US military suffered very few casualties, and they suffered psychological impacts at the most.

The barrel of the machine gun was almost red. When the surging people in front of him dispersed, many soldiers' bodies began to tremble uncontrollably.

Some people lie on the trenches and vomit, looking very painful.

The bloody storm just now seemed like a nightmare, and when you are fully focused on your body, you cannot feel pain or pressure.

After the enemy retreated, shock and pain surged into my heart like a tide.

The grassroots commander suddenly sucked a few sips of humid air mixed with gunpowder and bloody smell. Did the Japanese monkey send civilian volunteers to die? What is their purpose?

Such a question just came to my mind, and there was another huge noise in the rain curtain.

"Swish swish swish swish..."

The faces of the US military officers on the front line changed instantly, and they shouted loudly about lying down or looking for hidden things.

The soldiers who were suffering from pain were slow to react and their positions were immediately covered by Japanese artillery fire.

In such heavy rainy weather, the US planes could not take off and the warships were still hundreds of kilometers away. Sugiyama Tsuki took out all the artillery of the 11th Front and some of the 12th Front without any scruples.

The crazy impact of tens of thousands of civilian volunteers has two purposes.

The first is to clear minefields and various obstacles outside the US military's positions to facilitate subsequent attack forces.

The second point is more critical, that is, use your life to conduct firepower reconnaissance.

The scene just now was too shocking, and almost all frontline positions called for artillery reinforcements.

As a result, all the artillery positions in the rear of the US military and various firepower points on the front line were exposed.

Sugiyama's goal was achieved, and what he followed was a huge bombing.

The machine gun fire points, mortars, tanks, armored vehicles, self-propelled artillery, etc. on the front positions of the Allied 10th Army and the 6th Army were countered by the Japanese artillery fire and suffered heavy losses.

The sherman tank that was just now arrogant has already ignited a raging fire.

The soldier hugged his head in the trenches, and had no extra energy to take care of his weapons and equipment.

Sugiyama Sora had been planning for a long time. Under the overwhelming bombing, two chariot divisions were vanguards, and the regular Japanese troops began to attack.
Chapter completed!