Two tank landing craft parked on the beach on the east coast of Fernando de Noronha Islands.
Two groups of heavily armed warriors, using the cover of shields, quickly rushed onto the beach.
The bombers and fighter jets in the sky were flying over their heads, flying straight towards the island.
This is obviously a standard beach landing tactic.
But the strange thing is that there is no defensive front formed by any enemies on the island at all.
This made the commandos, who were still a little nervous, a little confused.
It was like a hard punch to cotton.
It was indescribably uncomfortable.
"Strange, why are there no defenders?"
"That's right! The bombing and shelling just now didn't make you feel lonely, right?"
"What nonsense are you talking about? People in the aviation force 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 the other party isn't trying to lure us into the jungle and ambush us?"
"I'm a little worried about whether they will be wiped out by planes and naval guns."
"No! If so, aren't we working in vain?"
"Don't tell me, it's really possible.
These little Japanese dwarfs might not have even gotten up just now!
Directly on the bed, a bombardment of planes wiped them all out. "
"That's right! There are only a few hundred of them in total. They couldn't really be destroyed by the bomb, right?"
"Asshole, look, these aviation soldiers are here again. Are they asking for some soup and not giving us any?"
"Fuck, the plane flew directly into the island."
"Don't be anxious, the plane can lay an egg, in the end it's up to us to reap the victory.
In such a dense jungle, I don't believe they can blow up all the Japanese. "
Although everyone felt it, the enemies on the island did not organize effective resistance at all.
There may be no enemy defense at all across from them.
But this is war, and their training doesn't allow them to mess around.
Therefore, although they were talking a lot with their mouths, there was no change in the movements of their hands.
After the shields advance to the rocks that can provide cover, the team begins to break away from the team one by one starting with the warriors at the rear, hiding on the rocks and raising their guns to look for the enemy.
Trying to provide fire support to the soldiers who are still advancing ahead.
Obviously, their actions were in vain because there was no enemy on the other side.
But everyone still followed the training procedures to grab the beach. When every soldier felt that the soldiers behind him had left the team, he patted himself with the hand on his body to signal to leave the team.
Next it was his turn to find cover and leave the team.
Soon everyone found their own bunkers on the landing plant, and the soldiers in the front row had already dropped their heavy shields.
Everyone still didn't find any enemy situation.
The sound of bomber bombs exploding was heard not far away again. It was obvious that the enemy was discovered by the bombers again.
The Marines were still landing according to their own tactical actions.
The squad leader waved his hand, and the soldiers armed with new rifles and submachine guns took the lead in getting out of the bunker and charging towards the shore.
The comrades holding rifles behind them were filling the gaps left by their comrades as they moved forward and forward while covering each other as they rushed forward.
The whole action was smooth and coordinated, and all of this was faithfully recorded by the camera.
After covering the advance all the way, the soldiers finally entered the jungle and penetrated towards the place where the bombing sounded.
But at this time, the Japanese actually had no fighting capacity.
After the last one hundred or so people were bombed again by the second batch of bombers led by Sam Dudley, there were less than thirty enemies who could still stand normally.
Kobayashi Hisaku knew they were doomed.
But he is a veteran and he cannot accept his fate of failure.
He was not a samurai, and he had no ribs nearby for him to commit seppuku.
Therefore, he could only choose to fight the enemy desperately.
Looking at the clearly collapsed Mizuno Nobui next to him, Kobayashi Kusaku stepped forward and slapped him twice in the face.
Whether it was Mizuno Nobui or the Japanese around him, they were all stunned.
All eyes were focused on Kobayashi Kusaku.
"Baga! Mizuno-kun, do you want to be a coward?
Our enemy is strong and we are doomed.
But are you willing to lie here in obscurity and wait to die?
No, it will never be allowed. We are His Majesty Tianhuang's people, and we are brave warriors.
I didn't allow it. I didn't even have a chance to shoot, so I died quietly.
Believe me, the enemy's infantry must have come ashore.
Even if we die, we will die on the way to charge.
We must let our enemies of the Japanese Empire know how terrifying His Majesty Tianhuang’s warriors are.
Everyone, check your weapons and follow me and prepare to meet the enemy. "
After saying that, he picked up a usable rifle on the ground and stuffed it into Mizuno Nobugi's arms.
Ignoring Mizuno Nobui's reaction, Kobayashi Kusaku seemed like a trapped animal that had fallen into a trap.
He showed an unprecedented fierce look.
He walked up to every Japanese who seemed to be alive and gave him a slap or a kick.
Pushing their side weapons into his arms.
These people are either confused, numb, panicked, excited, timid, or crying in pain.
The expressions vary.
However, everyone stood up staggeringly as he asked.
There was a young man about 16 years old, crying in pain and muttering, "Mom! Mom!"
After Kobayashi Jiuzaku heard this, he slapped him four or five times in a row, causing his face to swell up.
He grabbed his collar with fierce eyes and scolded him in a cold tone:
"If you let me hear you make such a cowardly cry again, I will shoot you directly."
After saying that, he turned around and looked around, looking at the Japanese people around him, and said with fierce eyes:
"Everyone, bayonets on.
For His Majesty Tianhuang, we must die on the way to charge.
If anyone dares to retreat, I will kill him with my own hands. "
At this time, Kobayashi Jiusaku was like a bloodthirsty wolf, not only cruel to his enemies, but even crueler to his own people.
Mizuno Nobugi has completely lost his spirit and leadership of this team.
The current Wolf King is Kobayashi Hisaku.
I don’t know if it was Xiaolin Jiuzaku’s intimidation that worked, or it was for their Majesty Tianhuang.
These people actually slowly cheered up and began to check their weapons.
Mounted a bayonet on the rifle.
Seeing this situation, Kobayashi Jiuzaku nodded with satisfaction and took the lead in leading everyone towards the seaside.
The two groups of people heading towards each other soon met in the jungle.
I don’t know who discovered who first, or who fired the shot first.
But as soon as the first gunfire started, fierce exchanges of fire began to ring out in the jungle.
On one side are the Japanese who are determined to die, and on the other are the well-trained Brazilian Marines.
In terms of combat effectiveness, the Japanese obviously cannot compete with the Marine Corps. In terms of number of people, the Marine Corps is more than three times the number of the opponent.
Therefore, a confrontation of great disparity in strength.
The battle lasted less than a quarter of an hour and was completely over.
The pudgy Mizuno Shingi has been in a state of confusion since he was bombed, and he doesn't know what he is thinking.
At this moment, he was lying under a leafy tree, covering his bleeding wound.
Looking through the dense jungle, looking at the rising sun that has jumped out of the sea, I seem to see the Japanese flag.
But what leaked from the corner of his mouth was indeed not a smile, but a bitter look on his face.
At this moment, he felt very regretful. If he had known this, he should not have stayed in Brazil at all.
Maybe returning to Japan is the real right choice.
Less than five meters away from him, a gray-haired figure was lying face to the ground.
That was his former assistant Kobayashi Hisaku. At this time, he no longer dared to look at him with any contempt.
This is a crazy guy.
He knew that the other party 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.
With the distance between me and him, I will definitely be affected.
Mizuno Nobugi knew he was dead. There was no way this crazy old guy would let himself be caught alive by the Brazilians.
As the organizer of this team, if he falls into the hands of the Brazilians alive.
Everything they were doing would be meaningless and a huge joke.
But if he and others were waiting for him, he would use his own life to defend his honor at the last moment.
People in future generations will definitely commemorate the bravery of himself and others.
Praise your own deeds and establish yourself and others as new heroes.
However, Mizuno Xinyi didn't want to be a hero. He felt that he could still save the life.
Since he had surrendered once, he didn't mind surrendering again.
His younger sister Mizuno Xiaoling is still in Brazil. With the strength of her younger sister's husband's family, they must be able to get her out of prison.
By then, you can continue to enjoy a good life.
Instead of throwing away his life just to become this bullshit hero.
Now, he just wants to live a good life. All the glory, the empire, the honor, and the heroes are bullshit.
Even the sun on the horizon that looks like the Japanese flag should be the afterglow of the setting sun.
In the distant jungle, several figures holding weapons jumped nimbly in the jungle.
Gunfire sprayed out from the muzzle of the weapon in his hand from time to time.
Mizuno Nobugi knew this was his last chance.
He endured the pain, released the wound pressing on his abdomen, and raised his hands high above his head.
Noticing a soldier who was already aiming at him, he moved the muzzle of his gun to one side.
Mizuno Xinyi breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to use his hand to remind the other party to pay attention to Kobayashi Kusaku not far away.
But when he looked at Kobayashi Jiuzaku, he found that the other person had turned his face lying on the ground towards him at some point.
The blood-stained face had a ferocious expression, and a pair of eyes stared at him.
It was as if he was going to eat himself alive.
Mizuno Nobugi, who was already losing blood, felt a chill rising from his heart, and his body shivered involuntarily.
The hand that wanted to point to the other person paused unconsciously.
Even the raised hands seemed to have lost their strength and fell down slumped.
But when the two soldiers approached Kobayashi Jiusaku, the other's hand that was under him suddenly tugged.
White smoke began to come out from underneath him.
Mizuno Nobugi closed his eyes with a sad smile on his face, scolding all the eighteen generations of Kobayashi Kusaku's ancestors in his heart.
Even Tianhuang, who he believed in, was scolded by him for being incompetent.
Only then did he suddenly realize that everything was false, only that he was going to die was real.
Kobayashi Jiuzaku, who was lying on the ground, waited for three seconds and then suddenly turned over.
He revealed the grenade that was smoking in his arms.
The two commandos who had just walked up to him were startled.
I wanted to turn around and avoid it, but it was already too late.
There was a loud "Peng" sound, and shrapnel flew across a range of more than ten meters, shooting in all directions.
When all the dust settled, Kobayashi Kusaku had disappeared.
Two commandos were also knocked to the ground and lost their lives.
Mizuno Xinyi, who was leaning against the tree, was covered in blood and hung with pieces of meat.
Blood was spitting out from his mouth.
I heard Portuguese shouting loudly in my ears:
“Assholes! These damn Japanese dwarfs.
Everyone, be careful of the enemy's suicide attacks and shoot all enemies.
Don't live alive. "
A sad smile escaped from the corner of Mizuno Xinyi's mouth, and he closed his eyes weakly.
At noon, Fang Lang, who was sitting on the bridge of the aircraft carrier, received a report from his subordinates.
"Your Excellency General, our army has completely recovered the Fernando de Noronha Islands and completely wiped out the invading enemies."
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 troops were killed and 16 were lightly or seriously wounded."
Hearing this, Fang Lang frowned and said unsatisfied:
"What's going on, five people died in battle against a group of untrained peasants?"
“Your Majesty General, four of our people were killed by enemy suicide attacks and one was killed by a stray bullet.
These little Japanese guys are so crazy.
Several people fired their grenades and wanted to die with our soldiers.
If the soldiers had not responded in time and shot all the corpses, there might have been greater casualties. "
Fang Lang sighed lightly. He knew that the Japanese were crazy, but he didn't expect that these Japanese farmers in Brazil were as crazy as the Japanese who had been educated by Japanese militarism.
I was also careless. I should have warned the soldiers earlier to beware of the Japanese.
In fact, Fang Lang initially thought about using incendiary bombs to burn 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 make a fuss about this cruel weapon.
I didn't use them. I didn't expect these little Japanese to cause casualties to their own troops.
It seems that we really cannot underestimate any Japanese!
When dealing with the Japanese in the future, we must be more careful and cruel.
Sighing, Fang Lang told De La Torre beside him:
"Collect the remains of our soldiers, they are heroes who died on the battlefield against aggression.
Provide double death benefits to their families.
Arrange their families to work in factories and find easier jobs.
Our soldiers cannot be allowed to bleed and shed tears. "
The soldiers on the bridge were all moved.
De La Torre stood at attention and saluted, loudly receiving the order:
"Yes, boss!"
The Brazilian army has corresponding pension standards for fallen soldiers, which means paying a sum of money.
No officer has ever cared about what will happen to the family members after the soldiers die.
Because human life in Brazil is not valuable.
Therefore, Fang Lang's arrangement seemed very unique in Brazil, and it moved the soldiers very much, and Fang Lang became even more determined to do it.
When the battle was completely over, the soldiers rushed into the Japanese camp that had been bombed into a mess.
Witnessed by cameras, the particularly glaring Japanese flag was lowered.
The Brazilian flag was raised.
These will become important materials for tomorrow's TV news.
