My own war game

Chapter 241 Blessing of the Wind God

Major General Vandergrift is now very uneasy because since early morning, tens of thousands of American troops have rushed onto the beachhead with the psychological preparation of suffering huge casualties, but so far the landing troops have not fired a single shot and have suffered zero casualties.

Where are the Japanese garrison troops?

The reconnaissance plane had clearly reported that it saw a large number of Japanese troops repairing the airport. How come they didn't put up any resistance when faced with tens of thousands of their own troops landing on the island?

This is not normal.

In fact, the major general was overthinking it. The real reason was not that complicated. The main reason they didn't see the Japanese army was because the other side had too few people.

The total area of ​​Guadalcanal is approximately 5302 square kilometers, which is slightly smaller than the area of ​​an ordinary prefecture-level city in China.

How many Japanese troops were there in such a large area at this time?

The answer is 3000 people, but among these 900 people, only a full-strength battalion of people can actually fight with guns. As a defense, it is impossible to cover all areas.

The key point is that the main task of this brigade is to keep an eye on the "engineers" who are building the airport in front of them and prevent them from escaping or even moving at will.

"Damn, it looks like we're lost." The major general cursed in a low voice, and then said uncertainly, "Are there really Japanese on this island?"

"Mr. Major General, I can be sure of this. Oh, be careful~" He Chi's voice came from behind, and then the major general felt someone pulling his arm, and just avoided some obstacle on the ground.

Looking down in the dim moonlight, I discovered that the black thing on the ground was actually a tree stump that had been sawed off entirely.

"This is teak, an excellent material for construction. And look at this cut." He Chi touched the smooth cut surface of the wooden stake. "The local natives are not good at metallurgy. The small amount of iron tools they got from the British will not be used for rough work like logging."

"Does that mean the Japanese are nearby?" The major general immediately became alert.

At this time, the native guides suddenly jumped and pointed into the distance, chattering something.

"He, what are they talking about?" the major general turned around and asked.

"They said they felt the God of Wind was delivering a message of victory." He Chi translated casually and pointed in a direction opposite.

wtf??!!! Playing mysticism on the battlefield?!!!

"Such an unfounded statement..." The major general frowned.

"But we don't have any other reference, right? Since we're just flipping a coin, we might as well choose this direction." He Chi tilted his head in the direction of the natives.

Major General Vandergrift looked at the empty woods, then gritted his teeth and said, "Let the troops follow these natives to the northeast!"

In the dark night, the soldiers carried heavy weapons, supported each other, and stumbled through the woods.

During the more than two hours of marching, more than twenty non-combat casualties occurred due to sprained ankles and scratches by plants. When they were about to walk out of the woods, the American soldiers were exhausted.

The commanders of the First Division, including Major General Vandergrift, are now very nervous. If the troops are attacked in their current state, it will cause huge casualties even if the enemy has only a few hundred people.

"Oh my God, we are in such a mess because we listened to those guys who can only wear leaves. How can we believe these witchcraft-like words..." A major adjutant complained in a low voice, but because of something that happened before the landing, he did not dare to point the finger at He Chi.

The major was stunned for the next second.

The moment he stepped out of the woods, a flat land appeared in front of him. In the middle, an extra-large pot was set up. More than thirty Japanese soldiers were sitting around it and eating breakfast with military lunch boxes.

A Japanese soldier wearing glasses just raised his head, and the major happened to look him straight in the eye. Then, a piece of meat from an unknown animal fell from the chopsticks into the lunch box, and the splashing soup flew onto the glasses...

! ! ! ! !

"It's the Japanese!!! fire! fire!!"

"The rice army is coming! Fight! Fight! Fight!"

BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Puff Puff Puff!!! ...

The encounter on Guadalcanal unfolded inexplicably, but the U.S. military's luck was surprisingly good - they encountered the Japanese garrison just when they were having breakfast, and most of the Japanese soldiers only had chopsticks and lunch boxes in their hands!

The one-sided massacre was over in less than twenty minutes. Except for about thirty Japanese soldiers who escaped into the jungle, the rest of the Japanese garrison were all wiped out.

The 1st Marine Division of the US Army suffered minor losses, with no casualties, and the number of injured was less than the non-combat casualties in the woods.

Major General Vandergrift found this incredible. They chose a direction according to the instructions of the natives, and the exit happened to be the weakest logistics area of ​​the Japanese army. The timing was also the time when the other side was most lax. The probability of all these coincidences happening together was like tossing a coin and the result was standing on the ground.

Is this really the blessing of the wind god? The major general shook his head to get rid of this absurd idea.

He had some guess.

"He, were the words you just translated about them really about the protection of the God of Wind?" the major general stopped the Oriental man who was directing the moving of things and said.

"Sir, why do you have to think so much? Isn't this a good result?" He Chi said without comment.

Gone away.

This actually made the major general firm in his original idea. After the conflict, he discussed the enemy's intelligence in detail with Carlson, which sounded a bit like a third-rate lone hero novel.

However, even if half of the information is true, it makes sense that the other party could obtain certain information about the Japanese army in advance.

It seems that I need to consider this person's opinion more in the future.

"Sir, there is some trouble here. Please come and take a look." Someone interrupted the major general's thoughts.

The Japanese army's airport was already 80 percent completed. The people who were building the airport were controlled as soon as the battle began. Their facial expressions were very panicked, and they seemed at a loss when faced with the white people who suddenly rushed in front of them.

"What are they talking about?" Major General Vandergrift asked the Japanese translator beside him.

"Sorry, sir, I don't understand because they are not speaking Japanese." The second lieutenant who acted as an interpreter took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his head.

"Not Japanese? But they are all wearing Japanese military uniforms?" The major general looked at the guy in front of him who was shaking like a quail, and subconsciously looked at the Oriental man. At this time, he found that he had become accustomed to asking He Chi for advice when he encountered a problem.

"Please wait a moment, let me ask." He Chi squatted down and listened to a few words from the other party before standing up.

"They are not Japanese, they are Korean, and they speak Korean."

"You also know Korean?" The major general felt that the other party seemed to know too much.

"It's just my daily personal hobby." The Oriental man replied.

(End of this chapter)