Two tank landing craft are parked on the beach on the east coast of Fernando de Noronha.
Two groups of fully armed warriors, using their shields as cover, quickly rushed onto the beach.
The bombers and fighter planes in the sky were flying over their heads, heading straight towards the island.
This is obviously a standard beach landing tactic.
But the strange thing is that there is no enemy defense line on the island at all.
This made the commandos, who were already a little nervous, feel a little confused.
It was like a heavy punch on cotton.
It's so uncomfortable.
"Strange, why is there no one to defend?"
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"Yeah! The bombing and shelling just now weren't in vain, were they?"
"What nonsense! The air force members are not blind. How could they do such a stupid thing?"
"In my opinion, these Japanese dwarfs don't know how to fight at all. They haven't even built fortifications."
"How do you know they're not trying to lure us into the jungle and ambush us?"
"I am a little worried that they might have been wiped out by planes and naval guns."
"No way! If so, wouldn't we have worked in vain?"
"Don't tell me, this is really possible.
These Japanese dwarfs might not even have gotten up yet!
Directly in **, they were all wiped out by the bombing of the planes. "
"Yeah! There are only a few hundred of them. They wouldn't have been wiped out in the bomb!"
"Assholes, look, these airmen are here again. Don't they even give us some soup?"
"Fuck, the plane flew directly into the island."
"Don't worry, the plane can only lay an egg, and it's up to us to reap the rewards in the end.
I don’t believe they could have killed all the Japanese in such a dense jungle.”
Although everyone felt it, the enemies on the island did not organize any effective resistance.
There may be no enemy defense on the opposite side of them.
But this is war, and the training they received does not allow them to act recklessly.
So, even though they were talking a lot, their hands did not move in any way.
After the spears advanced to a reef that could provide cover, the team's soldiers from the back began to leave the team one by one, hiding behind the reefs and looking for the enemy with guns raised.
Trying to provide fire support to the soldiers still advancing ahead.
Obviously, their actions were in vain because there was no enemy on the other side.
But everyone still followed the training process to rush to the beach. When each soldier felt that the soldier behind him had left the team, he would pat himself on the back with his hand to indicate that he was leaving the team.
Next it was my turn to find cover and leave the team.
Soon everyone found their own shelter on the landing site, and the soldiers in the front row had already dropped their heavy shields.
We still didn't find any enemy.
The sound of bomber bombs exploding was heard again not far away. It was obvious that the enemy had been discovered by the bombers again.
The Marines are still landing according to their own tactical movements.
The squad leader waved his hand, and the soldiers holding new rifles and submachine guns were the first to rush out of the bunker and rush to the shore.
The comrades behind them who were holding rifles to provide cover filled in the gaps left by their comrades moving forward and backward, while covering each other as they advanced forward.
The whole action was smooth and coordinated, and it was all faithfully recorded by the camera.
After covering and advancing all the way, the soldiers finally entered the jungle and infiltrated towards the place where the bombing occurred.
But at this time, the Japanese had actually lost their combat effectiveness.
After the last one hundred or so enemies were bombed again by the second batch of bombers led by Sam Dudley, there were less than thirty enemies still able to stand normally.
Kobayashi Hisasaku knew they were doomed.
But he was a veteran and he could not accept his fate of failure.
He was not a samurai, and there were no thorns on his side that he could use to commit suicide.
Therefore, he had no choice but to fight the enemy to the death.
Seeing Mizuno Nobuyoshi clearly collapsed beside him, Kobayashi Hisasaku walked up to him and slapped him twice in the face.
Both Mizuno Nobuyoshi and the Japanese around him were stunned.
All eyes were focused on Kobayashi Hisasaku.
"Baga! Mizuno-kun, do you want to be a coward?
Our enemies are strong and we are doomed.
But are you willing to just lie here and wait for death in obscurity?
No, we will never allow it. We are the people of His Majesty Tianhuang, and we are brave warriors.
I won't allow myself to die silently without even a chance to shoot.
Believe me, the enemy infantry must have already landed.
Even if we die, we will die on the way to charge.
We must let the enemies of the Great Japanese Empire know how terrible the brave warriors of His Majesty Tianhuang are.
Everyone, check your weapons and follow me to prepare for the enemy."
After saying that, he picked up a usable rifle on the ground and stuffed it into Mizuno Nobuyoshi's arms.
Ignoring Mizuno Nobuyoshi's reaction, Kobayashi Hisasaku was like a trapped beast.
He revealed an unprecedented fierce look.
He walked up to every Japanese who looked like they could still survive and gave them a slap or a kick.
Put the weapons beside them into his arms.
These people are either confused, numb, frightened, excited, timid, or crying in pain.
The expressions vary.
However, everyone stood up shakily as he requested.
There was a young man, about 16 years old, crying in agony, muttering, "Mom! Mom!"
When Kobayashi Hisasaku heard this, he slapped him four or five times in a row, leaving his face swollen.
He grabbed his collar with a fierce look in his eyes and scolded him in a cold tone:
"If I hear you make such a cowardly noise again, I will shoot you dead."
After saying that, he turned around and looked around at the Japanese around him, and said fiercely:
"Everyone, bayonets.
For the sake of His Majesty Tianhuang, we must die on the charge.
If anyone dares to retreat, I will kill him with my own hands."
At this time, Kobayashi Hisasaku was like a bloodthirsty wolf. He was not only cruel to his enemies, but even more cruel to his own people.
Mizuno Nobuyoshi has completely lost his energy and leadership of the team.
The current wolf king is Kobayashi Hisasaku.
I don’t know whether it was Kobayashi Hisasaku’s intimidation that worked, or whether it was for the sake of their Majesty Tianhuang.
These people actually gradually cheered up and began to check their weapons.
The rifle was equipped with a bayonet.
Seeing this, Kobayashi Hisasaku nodded with satisfaction and took the lead in leading everyone towards the beach.
The two teams heading towards each other soon met in the jungle.
No one knows who discovered whom first, nor does anyone know which side fired the first shot.
But as the first gunshot began, the sound of fierce gunfire began to rang out in the jungle.
On one side are the Japanese who are ready to die, and on the other side are the well-trained Brazilian Marines.
In terms of combat effectiveness, the Japanese were obviously unable to compete with the Marines. In terms of numbers, the Marines had more than three times the number of the other side.
So, it was a battle with a huge disparity in strength.
The battle lasted less than a quarter of an hour before it was completely over.
After being bombed, the short and fat Mizuno Xinyi has been in a dazed state, and no one knows what he is thinking.
At this moment, he was lying under a big tree with lush branches and leaves, covering his wound that was oozing blood.
My eyes passed through the dense jungle and looked at the rising sun that had already jumped out of the sea, as if I saw the Japanese flag.
But what came out of the corners of his mouth was not a smile, but a bitter look.
At this moment, he felt very regretful. If he had known this would happen, he should not have continued to stay in Brazil.
Maybe returning to Japan is the right choice.
Less than five meters away from him, a gray-haired figure was lying face down on the ground.
That was his former assistant Kobayashi Hisasaku. At this time, he no longer dared to look at the other person with any contempt.
This is a crazy guy.
He knew that the other person was not dead yet, and he was holding three grenades in his arms.
Needless to say, he also knew what the other party wanted to do.
Given the distance between him and me, I would definitely be affected.
Mizuno Nobuyoshi knew that he was dead. There was no way this crazy old guy would let himself be caught by the Brazilians alive.
As the organizer of this team, if I fell into the hands of the Brazilians alive.
Everything they had done would become meaningless and become a huge joke.
But if it were me and others, they would defend their honor with their lives at the last moment.
People in later generations will surely remember the bravery of us and others.
Spread your own deeds and establish yourself and others as new heroes.
However, Mizuno Nobuyoshi did not want to be a hero, he felt that he could still save the situation.
Having surrendered once, he didn't mind surrendering again.
His younger sister, Mizuno Korei, is still in Brazil. With the strength of his brother-in-law's family, they must be able to get him out of prison.
At that time, I can continue to enjoy a good life.
Instead of throwing away your life just to become this shitty hero.
Now, he just wants to live a good life. Tianhuang, Empire, honor and heroism are all bullshit.
Even the sun that looks like the Japanese flag on the horizon should be the afterglow of sunset.
In the jungle in the distance, several figures holding weapons were jumping flexibly in the jungle.
Gunfire still spurted out from the muzzle of the weapon in his hand from time to time.
Mizuno Nobuyoshi knew this was his last chance.
He endured the pain, released the wound that was pressing on his abdomen, and raised his hands high above his head.
He noticed a soldier who had been aiming at him and moved his gun to the side.
Mizuno Nobuyoshi breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to use his hand to remind the other party to pay attention to Kobayashi Hisasaku not far away.
But when he looked at Kobayashi Hisasaku, he found that the other person had turned his face, which was lying on the ground, towards him at some point.
The blood-stained face had a ferocious expression and a pair of eyes staring at him intently.
As if it wanted to eat me alive.
Mizuno Xinyi, who was already losing blood, felt a chill rising from his heart and his body shivered involuntarily.
The hand that wanted to point at the other person paused unconsciously.
Even his raised hands seemed to have lost their strength and fell down dejectedly.
But when the two soldiers approached Kobayashi Hisasaku, the other party's hand that was pressed under his body pulled it violently.
White smoke began to emerge from beneath him.
Mizuno Shinji closed his eyes with a miserable smile on his face, cursing Kobayashi Hisasaku's ancestors for eighteen generations in his heart.
Even Tianhuang, whom he believed in, was scolded by him.
Only then did he suddenly realize that everything was fake, and the only real thing was his death.
Kobayashi Hisasaku, who was lying on the ground, waited for three seconds and then suddenly turned over.
Revealing the smoking grenade in his arms.
The two commandos who had just walked up to him were startled.
He wanted to turn around and dodge, but it was too late.
With a loud "bang", shrapnel flew across a range of more than ten meters and shot in all directions.
When everything settled down, Kobayashi Hisasaku had disappeared.
Two commandos were also thrown to the ground and lost their lives.
Mizuno Xinyi, who was leaning against the tree, was covered in blood and pieces of flesh.
Blood was gushing out of his mouth.
I heard the Portuguese shouting loudly:
"Damn it! These damn Japanese dwarfs.
Everyone, be careful of the enemy's suicide attacks and re-shoot all enemies.
Don’t take any alive.”
A miserable smile escaped Mizuno Shinki's lips and he closed his eyes weakly.
At noon, Fang Lang, sitting on the bridge of the aircraft carrier, received a report from his subordinates.
"General, our army has completely recaptured the Fernando de Noronha Islands and annihilated the invading enemy."
The intelligence officer stood at attention beside Fang Lang and saluted.
Fang Lang nodded and asked casually:
"What are the casualties?"
"In this battle, five of our soldiers were killed and sixteen were wounded, both seriously and lightly."
Hearing this, Fang Lang frowned and said unsatisfactorily:
"What's going on? Five people died fighting against a group of untrained peasants?"
“General, four of our men died in enemy suicide attacks and one died from a stray bullet.
These little Japanese guys are just crazy.
Several people detonated the grenades on their bodies, wanting to die together with our soldiers.
If the soldiers hadn't reacted promptly and shot all the bodies, there would have been even greater casualties."
Fang Lang sighed lightly. He knew that the Japanese were crazy, but he didn't expect that these Japanese farmers far away in Brazil were as crazy as the Japanese who had been educated in Japanese militarism.
It was my own carelessness. I should have reminded the soldiers earlier to be on guard against this move by the Japanese.
In fact, Fang Lang initially thought about using incendiary bombs to burn all the Japanese on the island to death.
But considering that this is Brazil's own territory after all, we don't want to damage the island's environment too much.
I am also worried that some people in the country will use this cruel weapon to make a fuss.
I didn't use it. I didn't expect these little Japanese would cause casualties to my own troops.
It seems that we really can't underestimate any Japanese!
We must be more careful and cruel when dealing with the Japanese in the future.
Sighing, Fang Lang said to De La Torre beside him:
"Collect the remains of our soldiers, they are heroes who sacrificed their lives on the battlefield against the invasion.
Provide double death benefit to their families.
Arrange their families to work in factories and find them some easier jobs.
We cannot let our soldiers shed blood and tears."
The soldiers on the bridge were all moved.
De La Torre stood at attention and saluted, then loudly received the order:
"Yes, boss!"
The Brazilian army has corresponding pension standards for fallen soldiers, which is just to give a sum of money.
No officer ever cared about how the soldiers' families would live after their death.
Because human lives in Brazil are worthless.
Therefore, Fang Lang's arrangement seemed very unique in Brazil, and it also touched the soldiers, making them more loyal to Fang Lang.
When the battle was over, the soldiers rushed into the Japanese camp that had been bombed into ruins.
The particularly glaring Japanese flag was lowered in front of the cameras.
The Brazilian flag was raised.
These will all become great fodder for tomorrow's TV news.
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