Nine Songs of Anti-Japanese War

On May 5, a plane belonging to the U.S. Naval Air Force took off from an aircraft carrier in the waters near Okinawa and landed at Kadena Airport on the island.

Kadena Airport and other airports on the island were built in a hurry by the Japanese army, realizing that the air force was too weak in the Pacific competition.This realization came too late, and the mentality of overcorrecting was too strong. It could no longer hinder the rapid progress of the U.S. military as expected. The U.S. military, which was successfully landed shortly after it was built, became its own base and used as wedding clothes for others in vain.However, the Japanese army was not reconciled to the obstruction of the kamikaze by the large number of U.S. fighter jets stationed at the airport. On the 24th, it sent a death-defying airborne force to attack Kadena and Yomitan airports, igniting a fire, which caused the Kadena airport to be paralyzed until yesterday. reuse.

Among the people who got on and off the plane, the guards were the navy, but those in the middle were wearing army uniforms.The highest rank was an army general, with blond hair and warm brown eyes, and a young and handsome face that did not match his rank.He glanced around the muddy ground around the airport and the potholes that could not be covered after hastily repaired. He raised his eyebrows, as if a little unexpected surprise, and then looked towards the stretching and scattered mountains to the southwest stand up.At the airport, two people with the same high military rank greeted him and said hello to him.

"You can't see it from here," Los Angeles said.Compared with the admiral, she and her colleagues in Seattle look much different, and there is not much warmth and kindness in their eyes. "It's a long way to go before we can see clearly."

"How long did it take in the past?"

"If it doesn't rain, it will take two days and two nights."

"Two days?" The admiral repeated in amazement, "Even if it's not a straight-line distance, isn't it too long?"

"The road conditions are too bad."

Los Angeles’ explanation was too brief. After a pause, Seattle saw her look tired and did not continue. She added: “In many places, we can’t even hope for a slightly smooth dirt road. I’m afraid we will have to walk a lot. Mr. Washington, you are on the road will understand."

Washington nodded.That night they reached a camp and slept in their clothes in a planked pit they had dug.The planks have been left in the mud pit for too long, and they are no longer dry. The humid climate and the abundance of mosquitoes are also annoying. Los Angeles and Seattle have already practiced their magic skills. Regardless of these things, they will sleep soundly. Washington cannot adapt so quickly. After lying down for a while, unable to find any sleepiness, he walked out of the pit and quietly looked at the silent night sky and the dark camp in the distance.

Coincidentally, another person got out.Dallas approached him and heard Washington say to him: "It's almost summer. This year always feels like the time flies by very fast."

"Although it's fast, it's probably like a year for the people fighting on this island." Dallas said while knocking out a mosquito that was buzzing strangely in his ear.

"When did you all come to the island?"

"Los Angeles came first, on April 4st, April Fool's Day. When they landed that day, they said they didn't see a single Japanese soldier, just like a standard April Fool's Day joke." Dallas twitched the corner of his mouth as if he knew he had told a bad joke. , "Seattle is later, at the end of April. I have been resting after the battle of Iwo Jima, and I hitchhiked on your first ride to the island. Looking at it today, the environment of Iwo Jima is no better than that of Iwo Jima."

"Did I drag you here?"

"Of course not! I'm going to do my duty sooner or later, but you just happen to... I'll drop by..." Dallas' voice became lower and lower.

Washington looked at him enquiringly.

"Okay. I may have the mentality of avoiding the battle. Logically, I shouldn't have it, but when I heard the news from the island, and thought that this was the first battlefield in Japan, I already looked like this. The following is endless The endless battles scare me. Los Angeles is not in a good state today, and if you talk absent-mindedly, don’t blame her. After fighting on the island for so long, there are mental disorders everywhere, it’s rare for her to be so normal..."

"Of course, why should I blame her? Do I have that qualification?" Washington smiled slightly, still looking at Dallas, "What else?"

"The fighting in the Pacific is bad, and Okinawa has a lot of civilians, who often can't tell the difference between combatants and non-combatants, and the danger is especially great. We all admire the capital's amazing performance on the beaches of Normandy. .But here is no better than Western Europe... Please don't make similar risky moves."

"I see." Washington nodded. "I think my arrival has increased the responsibilities and pressure on you. I'm sorry, and I won't cause you any more trouble. However, I have some things that I must understand, not just through paper reports and pictures. Obtained. Please forgive me for causing trouble to you irreducibly.”

Dallas shook his head: "It's serious, the capital is here, no matter what it is, it encourages us. It's just that sometimes, it's okay to have no frame of reference. After I have it, I always envy those eastern cities, and when I think about the future, my mood follows. It's getting dark..."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the night sky in a daze.The living environment on the ground is harsh, and even looking at the sky is difficult to arouse a good reverie: during the day, it is a piece of gray, and the depth of gray depends on whether it will rain; at night, the deterioration of air quality caused by continuous fighting makes them I can't see a few stars, even if I do, I feel that the stars in a foreign land are like eyes nailed in the sky, watching them coldly and viciously.But Dallas' eyes penetrated them, as if crossing the ocean in an instant, staring at the beautiful and lovely starry sky in his hometown of Texas.Finally, he withdrew his gaze, smiled wryly, told Washington not to stand for too long, and returned to the pothole.

At this time, Washington looked at his figure crawling into the pit, and remembered a photo sent back by war reporters.

In the photo, soldiers of an infantry division who had landed on Okinawa for almost a month were wearing raincoats and listening to the VE Day broadcast in front of the radio.There is protracted sadness on their faces, numbness of indifference, and yearning for their hometown, but there is no joy at all.

Unfortunately, it rained heavily the next day.The hindrance of the raindrops from the sky is still secondary. The trouble is that a large section of the road that was barely passable by vehicles was submerged by the rapid increase in muddy water. The camp has no means of transportation that can pass through this area, so it can only walk to the next stronghold. .Although they had put on high-tube rubber shoes and military raincoats long ago, the group of people walked with great difficulty in the increasingly turbid muddy water where it was difficult to judge their footholds.When Washington and Dallas kept a barely shoulder-to-shoulder distance, they would chat from time to time to break the overly dull atmosphere. Los Angeles and Seattle just kept their heads down and walked forward in silence, occasionally turning around to find that others behind them couldn’t keep up. slow down.In addition to mud pits and dirty water, they were always accompanied by mosquitoes, a specialty of the Pacific Islands, and dead Japanese soldiers scattered all over the battlefield.Their corpses were swollen and smelled like corpses, and their military uniforms had come off, revealing a large area of ​​yellowed and purpled skin, with white spots wriggling on them—they hadn’t observed them closely, so they should be maggots.

On the one hand, they felt disgusted, on the other hand, they were glad that they had not encountered the corpses of soldiers from their own country exposed here, and prayed in their hearts that they would never see such a scene.After the rain stopped, when they arrived at a village that had been destroyed to the point of emptiness, everyone was exhausted and swollen from the knees. Even though the four city avatars could still walk on, the escorting marines The players couldn't hold on anymore.They sat on the stone wall, staring at the dead bodies of the villagers and Japanese soldiers in different postures in a daze.After resting for a while, a nearby reserve team that I contacted sent a heavy tank. Finally, I didn't have to force my legs to continue soaking in the mud bath, jumped into the tank, and drove towards the frontline headquarters across the mountains.

After boarding the vehicle, most people's nerves relaxed, but Washington opened his eyes that were bloodshot due to lack of sleep, and looked out of the cabin after a while.It was impossible to sleep peacefully on the bumpy mountain road. After taking a nap, Seattle saw that Washington was still awake, and asked him, "What's the matter? Is there something wrong?"

"No. It's just..." Washington said after thinking about it, "I'm used to it. Things like tanks look solid. Once they are hit by a powerful enough bomb, they are often destroyed. There is not even a whole body. Ou The death rate of the tankers in the war was too high, and after seeing their remains a few times, I..." He shrugged, "It's hard to forget."

Seattle gave a rare smile: "Then don't worry, the Japanese army here has very few means to deal with tanks, and it's basically quite comfortable to stay inside." He turned to the others, "Finally found a place that is better than Europe. , isn't it easy?"

People laughed knowingly.

Los Angeles said: "But you haven't seen the Japanese in the fort burned to death by flamethrowers. Literally human charcoal, worse than those tankers."

The relaxed atmosphere immediately froze again.

"Well, we'll see you sooner or later," Washington said.

"Angela..." Seattle called out her name with a bit of complaint in his tone.

"What does it matter?" Los Angeles crossed his knees, resting his chin on his forearm, and said with closed eyes, "It's not that we were burned to death, just don't substitute ourselves. The size and skin color are far different, and there is no way Substitute?"

She is the only one in the car with a face that is biased toward Asians. It is really delicate to say this.After that, the silence lasted for a long time. As the sound of gunfire gradually became clearer, they broke free from the drowsy and sleepless situation, knowing that the journey was almost over.

The place where they got off was only a few kilometers away from the capital of Okinawa, Shuri, which was being attacked and defended, but the sound of the exchange of fire disappeared for some reason.After sending the soldiers to the headquarters to announce their arrival, Washington immediately raised his binoculars and looked at the walls of Shuri.A star-spangled banner flashed in front of his eyes, before he could take a closer look at it, a colonel came out of the headquarters, and rushed up to embrace him without knowing who he was.

"It's finally time for you guys!" He yelled loudly, with an uncontrollable expression of excitement, "Don't miss the moment of harvest!"

The colonel was quite strong, and Washington was a little out of breath. "what happen--"

"We broke through the defense line of Shuri, Shuri was just occupied by the marines! Damn, it's a good thing our army responded in time, otherwise those shells would fall on our own heads! The troops in the north advanced more smoothly than us, and the rest of the south It’s a small part. After losing Shuri, the Japanese devils should know how to retreat? General Buckner must be very happy, but it’s a pity that you have worked so hard to come here, but you will never see a decent battle again... eh. The colonel stopped chattering, released Washington from the shackles of his arms, and stepped back to study his face. "I haven't introduced you yet, are you...?"

"It doesn't matter who I am. I just said that there will be no more big battles on the island below. Is it serious?"

"Seriously! The enemy can tell with a little common sense that if he continues to defend the remaining area, he will simply die." The colonel smiled heartily at the other three who surrounded him, "You guys are late, I've had enough of being in this hell Yes! Before I came here, I didn’t know how close to heaven is a place where clothes are dry and free of bugs and mud.”

Dallas took a few words from him and congratulated him, but Los Angeles and Seattle didn't respond. They just raised their heads and looked at the ruined Shuri Castle without a trace of expression.

"Just wait and see..." Seattle said softly.

There was a sound of hurried footsteps in the corridor outside the cell.

Berlin leaned against the wall and raised his eyes.

"I said it all," he said, "you don't have to come again."

Frankfurt was the first German to visit after the capture of Berlin.After Germany formally surrendered, the Allied city lords brought several important prisoners to the city of Potsdam to join them, and Frankfurt still went with them.He kept visiting frequency every few days, and brought some food and clothing with him every time he came. Berlin left soap, cigarettes and lighters, and did not accept the rest, but Frankfurt did not miss it.

Seeing that the other party was silent, Berlin said again: "The food in the prison is pretty good. I won't accept any more food you bring."

Frankfort pursed his lips: "I... didn't bring anything today."

Only then did Berlin notice that Frankfurt was empty-handed.

"I'm going back to Hesse. Things that have been put on hold... too much. I have to go back and take care of things."

"Have you talked to the Allies?"

"Yes. They agreed to give me a ride home."

"... That's right." Berlin smiled, "They expected you to go back a long time ago." A person between a prisoner of war and a civilian, who is harmless but not a friend, does not want to stay in his own jurisdiction and insists on following them However, refusing is not more troublesome to take care of. The allied forces are probably relieved to hear that he is going back.Berlin thought that Frankfurt would not be unaware of this.So why did he follow all the way to Potsdam?Just to see his desperation in prison once a week?

"I heard the news that Moscow will come to see you this afternoon."

"Oh, let him come." Berlin waited for a while, but did not hear the follow-up, and cast doubtful eyes on the person behind the iron fence. "What else?"

"...nothing." Frankfort put his hands in front of him, wringing each other unconsciously, and pronounced the words with difficulty, "I just wanted to say goodbye to you, and wish you well in the future..." His eyes turned to one side, avoiding looking directly , "According to the people of the Allied Forces, you should not be locked up for a long time. Soviet Russia advocates heavier punishment, but it is not very persistent. You have to relax." He stopped wringing his hands and loosely held Fist, put it back to the side, and smiled encouragingly at Berlin, "This farewell, I won't see you for a while. When they let you go, we will all hold another banquet to welcome you back."

"Thank you. But I... I'm not worthy of your concern. I made an unforgivable mistake and dragged you all into trouble. You should hate me."

"Please don't say that. The mistake was made by us together, and the war is over, which is always a good thing. We are still alive, so we have another chance." Frankfurt said, solemnly putting his hand on his chest and heart s position. "In my heart, you are still the person who is trusted and respected by everyone."

"..."

"I'm leaving," Frankfort said softly. "You have to take care of yourself. I hope to see you again soon in good spirits..."

When he finished his words, he turned around and walked towards the exit, with a decisive look as if the hesitation and hesitation in his words just now had never existed, only the footsteps that were fast for a while, and then slowed down for a while could give a little clue.But he never looked back.

If he could predict how long that "goodbye" would be in the future, Berlin would lean over to the fence, look at the back of the brown-haired man who never spoke out against him no matter what the situation was, and would not stop him and tell him to turn around , you only need to watch silently, until you see it when you can no longer see it.

However, his attention at the moment was distracted by the news that Moscow was coming in the afternoon.At two o'clock in the afternoon, Moscow arrived as scheduled.He too is alone, and his hands are empty.

The visitor is not good, but there is no need to be overly nervous.In view of Moscow's identity and responsibilities, it is impossible to come here on the impulse to satisfy personal emotions.So Berlin still sat by the wall, neither dodging nor actively speaking.

Moscow cleared his throat and said, "Your jurisdiction is being occupied by armies from the Soviet Union, the United States, Britain and France."

"That's right," Berlin said.

"You don't have to worry too much about who will take care of your problems in prison, but Britain and the United States don't advocate keeping you in prison for too long, and France's attitude is relatively relaxed this time. In this case, we don't insist that you have to be locked up for many years before you can pay back. What you owe. Then the question arises, after you come out, which party should you take care of?"

"Isn't that what you discussed? What are you doing to me?"

"No no—don't give up on yourself, of course you will do your job." Moskowski lowered his upper body, smiling, and moved closer to Berlin through the railing. "Even if you are defeated, you still need to consider the wishes of the parties involved. What do you think?" ? If you were given the freedom to choose, whose care would you prefer?"

The answer doesn't seem to require much thought.Although the people who can determine his fate were all his enemies in the war just past, the depth of hatred and the degree of victimization are different after all, and the way of dealing with things is even more different.The battles on the Eastern Front were brutal and the casualties were not comparable to those on the Western Front. What the three victorious countries in the West could give him and his country was a relatively mild and predictable future.And the one in the east... Berlin couldn't help sneering, why was he so easily taken away by Moscow's words, and thought he could control his own destiny, so he thought about it seriously?

Unaffected by his sneer, Moscow turned his back to the railing and continued, "Don't worry, I didn't lie to you. The opinions of the parties do have to be considered. But I want to remind you that some things that seem obvious are not easy to understand when you look deeper. Not necessarily so; what you think is right for you is actually not what you want. It’s still early before you get out of prison, so just listen to it and then consider it slowly.” He waited for a while, but he didn’t hear back, facing the high ceiling of the prison sigh. "Do you think I like you when I say these things to you? From my personal feelings, killing you is the best, and secondly, I don't need to see your face. It's a pity that there is no way forward, and I can't even rely on my own temper to retreat. The second is impossible.”

"Since you don't want to see my face, you can leave." Berlin unceremoniously issued an order to evict the guest.No one wants to spend more time with the object of hatred in a gloomy and oppressive prison, he thought, this is also for the good of the other party.

Moscow stood still, with his back turned to him.

Berlin suddenly became angry.He thought that he was already indifferent to external stimuli, and chose to give up on himself, letting the wind blow and the rain just let him go, but in fact he failed to do so.He gave up, but why did Moscow still hold him!

"Is it funny that you tease me like this?" He growled in a low voice, "I have already been defeated, I am your defeated general and prisoner, my city was destroyed by you, my people were insulted by you, even what I do with myself Look at your face. What else can I do to satisfy you?"

silence.The subtle breathing is infinitely magnified, between exhaling and inhaling, it seems that time has passed in a blink of an eye.

The man leaning on the railing turned around.There was no extra movement, just staring at him viciously as if he had exhausted his emotional energy, and the knife light from hell flickered in his pupils.

"I've never seen a more stupid person than you. I only remember the hurt I suffered, and I don't think that it's all your fault! Do you think I said I wanted to kill you casually? After this battle, young men in our country There are not many left, so many good girls, finally regaining a peaceful life, but they will never be able to form a family in their entire lives...It's too early to compare me to you!"

"I didn't intend to compare with you." Berlin immediately denied, but he couldn't stop there. "You think you are miserable, you people are good things? Don't think I don't know about the looting you have done to the women in our city!" He remembered the prophecy made in a soft voice after Munich stopped tears, and at that time He knew it... knew that those prophecies would come true.All the pain from the strong pressure at that time has now opened his heart, making his liver and gallbladder tearful. "Could it be that these are my faults, and you did it to punish me?"

Moscow restrained his expression and looked indifferently in an unknown direction. "You say this. You have to admit, it's really not a good thing. But war always has a price, doesn't it? You also know how hungry men are on the battlefield for wealth and women. For the victory of the motherland, their The sacrifice is too great, and the general secretary believes that there is nothing wrong with allowing them to earn a little reward for themselves..."

Berlin stood up, walked to the railing step by step, grabbed them with both hands, and leaned against his face.He is the same height as Moscow, so leaning forward, there is only a difference of two or three centimeters from the tip of the nose to the tip of the nose: "Our army, no, it has never happened, such a large-scale——"

Moscow was taken aback for a moment, then laughed out loud. "Wait, when did we switch from being miserable to being morally immoral? You don't have any big sex - but aren't you afraid of having children with lowly Slavs? But it doesn't matter, condoms are a Great invention. We have found a lot of sets from your army, it seems to be distributed uniformly, it does not hinder wild food and prevents mixed blood, it is really full of your strict characteristics, hahaha!"

"..." Berlin's face was livid.

"I haven't seriously thought about it, since I can't kill you, in order to get revenge, you should use those condoms you got on your body once. But forget it, it's too disgusting to get involved with you."

"..."

"But I can't say you don't have any cuteness. The Americans said that you will judge the situation and surrender if you can't beat it. When you surrender, you won't hide bombs on your body. I haven't seen you use civilians as human shields. You are cuter than the Japanese army. too much."

"..."

"Let's stop here." Moscow took a step back and withdrew from the tense atmosphere before.Berlin's hand also fell from the railing. "I just wanted you to think about where you are going in the future, but you accidentally talked too much. You can't be so emotional when we meet next time..."

His last words were almost to himself.The sound of Moscow's leaving footsteps disappeared for a while, and Berlin fell down on the simple bed in the cell, with his head bowed deeply and buried in his knees.

Originally intending to be less disturbed by external objects, taking advantage of the darkness and isolation of the prison environment, to sort out and reflect on the past, but in the end, I couldn't help a little excitement that was not carefully planned.I just now... he thought regretfully, what have I done!

Berlin was full of chagrin, and Moscow went out without joy.He frowned and stepped outside the prison door, hitting New York head-on.

It seems too coincidental.Moscow stopped impatiently: "What are you doing here?"

"You seem to be thinking too much, and I am really worried that you will visit the prison alone, so I will follow you." New York said generously, "You came out earlier than expected."

"He is a prisoner I caught, and you can't control what I want to do."

"Of course I can handle it. He is a prisoner of war and is protected by the Geneva Convention. Even if you are full of anger, you can't do anything willful." Hearing Moscow's sneer, New York added, "Well, I know you didn't do anything wrong on the Eastern Front. Take the treaty seriously. But this is not the Eastern Front, and Berlin was taken by you according to the agreement."

"You are enough, I still know how to measure. Washington left Europe alone, and put you here just to spy on me? It's strange that someone like you is willing to be arranged—"

New York's expression changed suddenly, and with a push with both hands, he pushed Moscow, who was caught off guard, to the edge of the wall.The blue color on his irises became as deep as the sea due to concentration, and being stared at by such eyes would produce a feeling of immobility.

"Listen," he said in a low voice, "I'm in charge of the aftermath of Europe. We have already discussed it internally. I am willing. It is not someone who arranges for me to passively obey orders. In your eyes, people only have the relationship between arrangement and being arranged. ? Either play with power, or be played by power?"

Moskow looked down at the hand pressed by the other party in displeasure: "...you overreacted. Don't be so protective like an animal guarding a calf, it's ridiculous."

"I just think it's pathetic that you, as a capital, have that kind of thinking. The capital dedicates itself to protecting the country, and other cities should also love and protect their capitals from the bottom of their hearts. That's spontaneous, not necessarily hierarchical and This is only done because of the oppression of power. If someone is against Washington, I will try my best to make him regret it... What about you? Has anyone among your compatriots ever protected you because of the love from the heart?"

“I repeat,” echoed Moscow’s voice with distinct exasperation, “New York, you are enough.”

New York let go and reverted to its usual happy, carefree American self.He seemed to be demonstrating, as if he had just smiled at Moscow out of frivolity.

"Don't mind what happened just now. But I'm worried to see you so engrossed in the mess of Europe. Remember-your war is not over like ours?"

"You think too much." Moscow said, "How could you forget."

After the capture of Shuri, some optimistic senior military officers, including General Buckner, the commander-in-chief in charge of the battle, were full of joy, thinking that the arduous struggle had been rewarded and the battle would end in a few days.However, the battle between the trapped beasts of the Japanese army only became more intense.The rest of the troops retreated to the last line of defense at the southern tip of the island, which was composed of two mountain peaks, and the terrain was steep. The Japanese army was in a favorable position, relying on the artillery emplacements and tunnel fortifications built there, to resist the U.S. troops pouring in from everywhere.

Unlike the disappointment of the high-level officers, the junior soldiers were not surprised based on their perceptual knowledge: they did not have much hope for the Japanese army's difficulties.Their hope is expressed in their own lame poems, such as "47 years back to heaven" and "48 years back to San Francisco", and most people think that they will be satisfied in 48 years.The road to attacking the Japanese mainland seems endless. Even if the first stop in Okinawa is painful, compared with the future suffering, it seems that it is not worth the effort to get angry.

They now have little hope in their hearts, and the hatred with their opponents has accumulated over time, and their characters have become more cruel and ruthless.The Japanese army did not abide by the rules of war, and they responded with an eye for an eye.In the past, on an island, Japanese soldiers hid in the bushes and would rather starve to death than surrender. The U.S. military let them hide while filling their guns with bullets and practicing shooting as live targets.Even if the veterans who are still in Okinawa are not able to do such things, they are hard-hearted, and they are not far from murderous.

"We must hate the enemy, every fiber of our being must be filled with hatred for the enemy ... we must fight with hunger, we live to kill the enemy ... kill more yellow bastards ..."

While patrolling the front line, Washington heard the murmurs of the soldiers, and seemed to be cheering himself and his teammates.He felt familiar, as if the soldiers spliced ​​it together from the past instructions of different commanders. The commanders who wanted to make these remarks had long been eroded by hatred, and they became no different from their subordinates.Generally speaking, the emotional hatred of the enemy is limited to the lower ranks of officers and soldiers. Commanders understand why wars start and why they end. They are more rational and less susceptible to emotional impulses.But in the Pacific battlefield, much common sense has long been brushed aside, if not completely ignored, like the rules of war.

The tour was not very to his liking.When high-level military officers come to the front to supervise the battle, they can usually boost the morale of their subordinates, but this group of marines lacks interest and courtesy, their eyes are as numb as a pool of stagnant water, and there is no joy from their hearts.

After Dallas arrived at the headquarters, he went to the Army side, and Seattle and Los Angeles accompanied Washington.The three felt that it was almost done, and when they were about to turn back, there was a commotion from the rear troops.At first they thought it was a Japanese reinforcement team that suddenly appeared and landed from a controlled area that was heavily fortified and theoretically impossible to land, or that the remnants of the previous battle were hiding in a cave that the US military had not searched. attacked them.The sequence on the rear side is dominated by artillery, which lacks the ability to fight at close range. A few messy cannons rang out, followed by a thoughtless explosion. The chaos in the scene has not recovered, and it has a tendency to expand .

Even if the enemy is a surprise soldier, it is inconceivable that they can threaten the rear in the final stage of the battle.But the situation no longer allows them to do more analysis in Washington. It would be better to say that the truth will be revealed before they get the results of the analysis. Those "special attackers" who seriously disrupted the troops' position have rushed to the range that they can see with the naked eye, and even approached it. □Range: Some Okinawan women ran forward with a belt around their waists, holding a baby in their arms, and some Japanese soldiers followed behind with their guns in hand.In front of them was the formation of the U.S. Army, and behind them was the urging of the Japanese army. They were shocked and frightened. Many of them had tears on their faces. Even though they knew that they would die no matter what, they instinctively staggered forward when they heard the threatening voice behind them. stand up.As they ran, the explosives tied to their waists detonated in the crowd, and blood and flesh flew everywhere they passed.

Such a scene is not new in Okinawa. Perhaps the artillery did not come into contact with the enemy directly. Perhaps the enemy used his familiarity with the terrain to avoid the eyes and ears of the US military before causing such serious consequences.When people hurriedly raised their guns, the Japanese soldiers who were chasing after them and became the target of public criticism did not flinch: they had already come with the mentality of dying. Since they were destined to fail in Okinawa, they had to respond to the call of "[-] million pieces of jade" , Find a way to cause more casualties to the enemy before going to death.It doesn't matter if they were killed first, the explosives on those women exploded as they should.

The crowd was mixed together, and the artillery did not dare to attack rashly. The infantry on the front line received the signal, but they still had ongoing combat missions and could not immediately turn around to help.While yelling for the officers and soldiers below to stabilize, Seattle untied the gun and gave Los Angeles a wink.

Los Angeles put his hand on Washington's arm and wanted to take him away.Washington said, "I have a weapon, there's no need to—"

"I don't question your combat quality, but we have a higher priority than having one more soldier who can shoot."

Washington hesitated.It's not that he's indecisive. Although the security situation here is not good, it doesn't seem to be at the point where he has to evacuate.A general who joins forces with his soldiers when danger strikes is obviously much better at motivating them than fleeing in a panic.

At this time, Seattle pulled the trigger.One shot after another, very precise and calm bursts, knocking down two or three women who rushed into the range when they had no one around.If they're not down, take another shot and make sure there's no more threat before moving on to the next target.

The baby in their hands rolled to the floor, crying loudly.The explosion followed, drowning the cries quickly and forever.

"Mr. Capital, I hope you understand." Seattle still pointed the muzzle of the gun forward, staring intently, and only spoke while shooting, "We also have selfish intentions. You shouldn't touch this kind of dirty work, and you shouldn't even see it. Seeing is already our negligence; our wish is to do your job well, to ensure that your energy is not consumed by trivial matters, so that you can concentrate on making decisions that are best for everyone from the overall situation, not to make you become like us .If you are forced to take up guns, it will prove that we are not good at doing things, and you will feel... embarrassing."

"...Okay," Washington said.

Los Angeles then covered him and evacuated with him.

Later that day, Los Angeles, Seattle, and Dallas went to Washington's tent to meet him at his request.

"Lieutenant General Buckner has died in the line of duty," Washington told them.

"How come..." Dallas was stunned.

The three looked at each other in disbelief.Not to mention the current battle situation with all the advantages, in a general cruel battle, the probability of a commander-in-chief of an army group dying is very small.

"Today he also went to the front line to supervise the battle. When he was observing the advance of the troops on the hill near the headquarters of the Eighth Marine Regiment, the Japanese army fired a shell and was hit in the head by shrapnel. On the spot..." Washington's voice was a little weak, "Before he arrived, there hadn't been a single bombardment there for several hours. Unfortunately, it has happened. We can only discuss replacement candidates. Everyone agrees with Major General Geiger, the commander of the Third Army. Do you have a better idea? "

Los Angeles hesitated for a moment and said, "Major General Geiger is a nice guy. But he is an officer of the Marine Corps, and the commander of the Tenth Army is an Army post?"

"In extraordinary times, temporary cross-service transfers can be tolerated."