My own war game

Chapter 258 More People May Not Be Better

Although Kojiro knew that he would be hated by all of Japan from the first day he decided to rebel, it was not until this night that he clearly realized his special position in the headquarters.

In order to destroy their so-called "regiment", the Japanese army rushed towards the barbed wire guarded by machine guns in squadrons in the dark night without any regard for their lives. These people had no support weapons except grenade launchers and light mortars, and almost every step cost lives.

This crazy tactic put a lot of pressure on Kojiro's soldiers, and finally half an hour after the battle started, deserters appeared on the position - a machine gunner suffered a mental breakdown facing the overwhelming Japanese army, and hysterically dropped his weapon and ran away.

Bang! ! ! ! In a hurry, Iikuni Kojiro pulled out his pistol and shot the deserter on the spot, and finally managed to stop the trend of the soldiers' disintegration. However, judging from the current situation, the morale of his team, which was made up of surrenderers, was at the critical point of collapse.

"I can't run! If I run, I will lose everything I have now, and I will become that little guy that no one cares about, a small character whose life or death no one cares about!" Kojiro warned himself.

Gritting his teeth, he yelled hysterically, "Pull up all the reserves! Get ready to use bayonets! Fight the other side!"

More than thirty people were pushed to the front from the rear of the battlefield. These were the latest soldiers "converted" by Kojiro from among the prisoners. They had not dared to pull them up before because the time was too short, but now they could no longer care about so many things.

Boom boom boom!!!!

As the M101 howitzers once again covered the passage, another organized Japanese army fell on the way to the charge, and the New Japan National Army engaged in a bayonet fight with the few Japanese troops that broke in for the second time.

After all the Japanese troops were wiped out again, Kojiro's side suffered more than a dozen casualties, half of whom were killed by their own people because they deserted.

Artillery and gunfire rang out for half the night, and the American military fired flares all night. When the sky turned pale, the Japanese army began to retreat.

In the night battle that night, the Kawaguchi Detachment suffered a total of 1400 casualties, almost twice the Japanese army's losses in original history.

The US losses were caused by the confusion at the beginning of the encounter, totaling 32 people. However, during the pursuit, the armored force commander went too deep, and the M3 light tank company broke away from the cover of the infantry, and four tanks were destroyed by the Japanese hidden anti-tank guns.

Watanabe, who became a police chief after World War II, once recalled the scene in his diary:
At daybreak, the high ground where desperate fighting had taken place returned to its former tranquility. On the road that had been deformed by artillery shells, enemy corpses were scattered everywhere, and red plasma and other colored body fluids were smeared randomly on the rocks.

Including the Chief of Staff of Fanguo, none of us could make even the slightest sound because our throats had been damaged by the screaming all night.

Only the birds seemed unaware of the fierce battle last night, still standing on the branches and singing loudly...
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A statistical report was placed on the desk.

"Everyone, the artillery bombardment last night was very effective. At least three battalions of people were left behind, and we have almost figured out the enemy's firepower configuration." Major General Vandergrift walked up to the officers of the 1st Division and said.

He Chi sat next to Edson and whispered in his ear, "Your superior doesn't seem very happy. I bet the news is definitely bad."

"No, I don't gamble. I've already lost all my allowance to you."

"Okay, the following is mostly bad news." The major general put the battle report aside and picked up a few other pieces of paper.

He Chi on the side gave Ederson a look that said "you're lucky".

"First, the Japanese have increased their troops. According to the Japanese telegrams we decoded, about 38 people from the 100th Division have confirmed to support the Solomon battlefield, and they are basically going to face us." The major general began his opening remarks, and then added, "What's worse is that according to intelligence, the Japanese troops landing on the island this time are not light infantry, but are equipped with special tank units and heavy artillery of more than mm."

The expressions on the faces of the American officers participating in the discussion were not very good. Although they won last night, the crazy momentum of the Japanese army also brought a great shock to all American troops.

Everyone's scalp went numb at the thought of more than 20,000 soldiers charging towards them, not to mention that the other side had heavy artillery and tanks this time, so their side might not have the advantage in firepower.

He Chi was the only one in the room whose expression remained unchanged, and there was even a hint of amusement in his face.

"He, what are you thinking about?" Major General Vandergrift looked at the Oriental man beside him who always had strange ideas.

"I'm wondering if the Japanese army's increase in troops is really bad news?" He Chi said something that left everyone else confused.

"Hey man, are you okay? Are you sick because of the recent intense fighting?" Edson, who was standing next to him, looked over, as if wanting to confirm whether He Chi was okay.

He Chi ignored the strange looks from others and looked at Lieutenant Colonel Mason Calvin who was in charge of logistics.

"Mason, what are we having for lunch?"

Faced with this rather large jump in the question, the lieutenant colonel paused for a moment before answering, "Pasta with tomato sauce and canned corn salad."

"Damn, I hate canned corn salad." Colonel Edson muttered quietly to the side, and He Chi heard it.

"Mason, the colonel hates canned corn salad. Can you give him two servings of pasta?" He Chi asked the army's logistics officer.

"Sorry, everyone's calorie intake is fixed. This is the rule set at the beginning, and Mr. Major General is no exception." Lieutenant Colonel Mason put on a poker face and adopted a businesslike attitude.

"That's what I said," He Chi stood up. "Our number is just over 10,000, and we have airports and irregular transport ships from Australia to provide supplies. Even so, our supplies are not abundant and we need to eat rations. So how much do more than 20,000 Japanese need?"

"Ladies and gentlemen, our menu today seems a bit thin, so I brought some things for everyone to try." He Chi packed some things in a can and distributed them to everyone present.

Is it fish? Some people saw what was in the box and broke off some pieces of meat and put them in their mouths.

"Oh my God! What is this?!" Several people then vomited out what they had just eaten.

The fish meat is fishy and tough, not only does it taste terrible, but it also contains many tiny fish bones.

"It tastes terrible, doesn't it? These are fish from the nearby sea. Although there are a lot of them, they taste terrible, so normally even the natives won't eat them." He Chi picked up a three-inch-long fish and threw it back into the box. "But they happen to be the main dish for the Japanese troops on the beach. Do you know what this means?"

"This shows that even if they are supplying 5000 people, the Japanese army's supplies are very tight, and their supplies are already on the critical line!"

(End of this chapter)