latelenovela Chapter 630 Night Battle, Sakura Special Attack is Coming
Chapter 630 Night Battle, Sakura Special Attack is Coming
The commando team, mainly composed of native soldiers, took the field.
These soldiers had dark skin and their eyes sparkled like cheetahs under the night light. They took off their bulky equipment and only carried submachine guns, pistols, machetes, daggers, a large number of grenades and blasting tubes. Their faces were painted with dark oil paint and they disappeared silently into the darkness like ghosts.
Their mission was simple: infiltrate, clear out, blast, and eliminate the devil's hideouts one by one.
This mission was naturally dangerous and would result in heavy casualties, so it was naturally handed over to the native troops.
Sun Fumin looked through the observatory's high-magnification telescope and could barely catch some fragments under the moonlight.
These indigenous soldiers used their natural sensitivity to the terrain to cleverly avoid the front and climb from unexpected places such as cliffs and ravines to approach the caves occupied by the Japanese.
When approaching the cave entrance, do not attack forcefully.
Instead, he carefully used a dagger to eliminate any possible sentries.
Then, there are various "special care" for caves.
Sometimes, they would use walkie-talkies to call the artillery in the rear and fire several rounds of precise shots above the entrance of Huaidong, causing landslides and blocking the exit.
Sometimes, they would throw bundles of cluster grenades or blasting tubes into the cave entrance and then quickly move away.
After a loud "boom", there was a brief silence in the cave, followed by the coughing and wailing of the Japanese soldiers.
But what shocked Sun Fumin the most and even made him feel physically uncomfortable was another kind of fighting method.
He saw several groups of Nanyang engineers dragging long hoses and heavy oil drums, and under the cover of native infantry, they reached the entrances of some large tunnel systems.
They connected the hose and inserted the other end deep into the tunnel.
Then, a pump began to pour a continuous stream of a thick, strong-smelling liquid—gasoline—from a bucket into the cave.
"They are going to..." Sun Fumin didn't finish his words.
After injecting enough gasoline, all personnel quickly retreated.
A soldier raised his signal gun and fired a white phosphorus bullet or a signal flare at the dark hole.
"boom--!!!!!"
An extremely dull explosion suddenly sounded, as if it came from deep underground.
The entire ground shook violently!
A huge fireball and thick smoke instantly spewed out of the cave entrance, and flames even gushed out from other connected exits. The scorching air waves could be felt even from a long distance away.
The violent explosion not only instantly vaporizes all life in the cave, but also often triggers large-scale landslides, completely burying the entire cave system!
As for the smaller caves, the flamethrower man is once again the star.
Under the cover of their comrades, they approached the cave entrance and spewed out death flames dozens of meters long into it, turning the inside into a real purgatory.
The screams, cries, and crackling sounds of burning flesh were horrifying.
Occasionally, hand-to-hand combat would break out at the cave entrance.
Bayonets, machetes, daggers, engineering shovels, grenades, and even teeth became weapons.
The native soldiers sent by the Nanyang Army often have the upper hand due to their better nutrition, more abundant physical strength, more sophisticated protective gear, and more fearless style.
The crazy devils sometimes even fired mortar shells into the fighting crowd, killing indiscriminately.
That night, the entire highland seemed to have turned into a furnace being melted by high temperature. There were explosions everywhere, burning everywhere, and the sound of death echoing everywhere.
Sun Fumin did not sleep all night, and his hands holding the telescope were shaking slightly due to being tense for a long time.
He witnessed firsthand the most brutal and technological aspects of modern warfare.
The Nanyang Army not only possesses overwhelming firepower, but also has the efficiency and organization to transform it into ultimate destruction.
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As daylight dawned, the sounds of gunfire on the hill gradually became sparse.
Most of the main caves that were originally targeted have been cleared or completely sealed.
There were only a few surviving Japanese soldiers, most of whom had suffered mental breakdowns. They crawled out from some hidden corners and surrendered like zombies, with empty eyes and a mixture of burnt stench and gunpowder emitting from their bodies.
The entire plateau was filled with a hellish scene of charred trees, shattered rocks, twisted metal, scattered limbs and ashes everywhere.
The soldiers of the Nanyang Army began to clean up the battlefield.
Their faces were expressionless, their movements were professional, and they communicated with each other using walkie-talkies.
Sun Fumin slowly put down the telescope, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness and shock.
He saw how the industrialized war machine worked.
I saw how money, technology, and organizational power crushed the so-called "Bushido" spirit.
His new 1st Army might be as good as anyone in terms of individual soldier quality and courage, but in the face of this kind of systematic warfare, I'm afraid...
He didn't dare to think about it any more.
The Nanyang staff officer next to him handed over a cigarette and said calmly, "In a few days, this high ground will be almost cleared. The Japanese are very tenacious, but it's useless."
Sun Fumin took the cigarette, lit it, took a deep breath, and only when the pungent smoke entered his lungs did he feel a little sense of reality return.
He looked at the still smoking plateau and muttered, "Yeah... it's useless."
In the face of absolute power, desperate struggle will only make death more tragic.
This was the most profound lesson the Nanyang Army taught him.
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Southern Kyushu, an airport of the Japanese.
Countless twin-engine bombers - Mitsubishi Type 1 land attack aircraft roared on the runway, and their huge bodies cast ominous shadows in the morning light.
Next to the cabin, the atmosphere was strange and solemn.
A group of young pilots in flight suits, with numb expressions and empty eyes, lined up.
They are not ordinary pilots, they are "Sakura", "Divine Thunder", and the guides of human missiles.
An officer held a tray of sake, and each man mechanically took a small cup of the murky liquid and drank it all in one gulp.
This is not a farewell, but more like a farewell.
There were no grand words, only dead silence.
Then, they were guided through a simple ladder set up in a special opening on the belly of the bomber, and climbed one by one into the strangely cigar-shaped "Sakura" Type 11 special attack aircraft hanging under the mother aircraft.
It was more like a huge, winged bomb with a cockpit at the front that was so narrow that only one person could fit in it.
The hatch was closed by the mechanic from the outside and locked with a "click".
Complete confinement.
Without landing gear, there is no possibility of returning.
Its only destination is to serve as a carbon-based navigation chip, carrying 800 kilograms of high explosives and crashing into enemy ships.
The roar of the engines intensified, and a huge group of bombers, carrying these locked "human bombs", staggered onto the runway, rose into the gloomy sky, and flew towards the Ryukyu Sea in the south.