Chapter 69: Honshu’s security war Japan, southeastern metropolitan area, Chiba Prefecture It’s hot summer, which is the busiest farming season in the countryside.
However, in the densely populated and economically developed Kanto Plain, the largest agricultural region in Japan, there is now a decayed and decadent scene everywhere.
There are no green seedlings in the fertile paddy fields, only all kinds of wild weeds.
In the abandoned village, there is no smoke or sound of people, only the disturbance of birds and animals.
Everything is like the world after the disappearance of human beings.
Indeed, most of the indigenous people in this land have disappeared without a trace due to the invasion of another group of foreigners.
Carrying a stained Stars and Stripes flag and holding a Camel cigarette in his mouth, Second Lieutenant Martin walked casually in the center of C Company, wiping the sweat dripping from his forehead from time to time.
From morning to now, he has walked It was almost ten kilometers of road, and it was all muddy and narrow rural fields.
It was impossible to drive a truck, so except for the company commander riding a motorcycle, this group of American soldiers could only trek slowly on two legs.
Although strictly speaking, the walk is not too far, but for American soldiers who have to travel by car for a distance of more than five kilometers, it is still equivalent to the time when the superior commander selected a team to go to the countryside to raid the countryside before the bad luck. , several troops were pushed to me and I pushed to you.
No one was willing to participate in the operation and go such a long way.
In the end, C Company, which was mainly composed of black people, was unfortunately recruited and kicked out of the camp. .
Hey, niggas don’t have human rights.
Even myself, an officer who was placed in the black army, also has no human rights and is in trouble.
Fortunately, walking such a long distance in full gear is tiring, but not dangerous at all.
This operation was more of a routine armed march than a "sweep", because this route has been patrolled and "swept" at least a dozen times.
Not to mention the Japanese guerrillas everywhere along the way, there were not even a few living people left.
After getting off the bus and walking for about three kilometers, Lieutenant Martin saw the ruins of a familiar village.
From time to time, small animals were passing by among the ruins.
The U.S. military rushed out in panic.
As early as three months ago, this village was burned down by the US military in the name of suppressing the guerrillas.
The women and children in the village were taken into comfort stations.
Except for some of the young adults who were executed on the spot, the rest were serving forced labor. servitude.
After setting up camp in this deserted and deserted village and taking a short rest, Lieutenant Martin's black company was ordered to leave this basically safe area that had been patrolled and swept repeatedly before, heading further away from the traffic line. strange place, continue to search separately.
Only then did the troops gain some fighting consciousness and began to change from a marching formation to a fighting formation.
The surroundings were eerily quiet, with only the occasional chirping of insects and birds.
The atmosphere became increasingly depressing.
The wilderness seemed endless, but no one was there.
Know what dangers lurk behind the wormwood and woods.
The boring and lack of progress search operation continued unhurriedly.
As time passed, the black soldiers, who were generally tired, began to slack off, and the once strict formation gradually became disorganized.
At this moment, sporadic gunshots suddenly came from the woods ahead, but before Lieutenant Martin could react, the scream of a rocket tore through the air, and a ball exploded in the center of the mopping up company. bright fireball As the target of this individual rocket, Captain Thomson's motorcycle was lifted up by the violent explosion.
After rolling on the ground for several times, it disintegrated.
The fragments flew like a goddess scattering flowers, and the company commander himself was also exploding. and was torn into a ball of rotten flesh in the firelight.
The next moment, shouts of "enemy attack" were heard everywhere, and the black soldiers of Company C hurriedly fled.
It can be said that these black soldiers reacted very quickly.
They immediately lay down and relied on the terrain to find cover.
Next, machine guns were set up one after another, and they kept turning their muzzles to look for suspicious targets, but did not fire indiscriminately.
As we all know, Japanese aircraft often airdropped weapons to guerrillas in the US-occupied areas, and the quantities were astonishing. .
In terms of firepower alone, a small group of mopping up troops may not have an advantage in front of them.
Sure enough, the Japanese were still the first to lose their composure.
After a brief silence, several more rockets were fired from the opposite side, but only one hit the middle of the American army, but it didn't hit anything except sand and grass blades.
The rest landed far away.
"It's the Panzerfaust damn German Panzerfaust rocket launcher, and the ones that aren't firing are Japanese grenades."
Second Lieutenant Martin muttered and cooperated with the assistant next to him, setting up a mortar as quickly as possible, and fired one shot at the woods where the Japanese guerrillas were ambush, followed by a second shot and a third shot.
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The U.S. machine guns also fired, firing at the Japanese on the opposite side.
Although the firepower of the Japanese guerrillas does not seem to be weak, they set off the grenades like firecrackers.
The fight went back and forth with the US military, but after all, their quality was not good and they seemed very flustered.
When the U.S. military began to crawl forward and press forward step by step, the Japanese guerrillas only knew how to lie down in the grass, raise their rifles above their heads and shoot randomly, or throw grenades randomly, but they were still beaten hard by the U.S. machine guns and semi-automatic rifles. accurate shooting, The continuous bombardment of mortars and repeated strafing of light and heavy machine guns caused the casualties of the Japanese guerrillas to continue to increase.
One by one they fell in a pool of blood and twitched or rolled on the ground and wailed after being shot.
This constantly stimulated these irregular soldiers. fragile nerves.
After a quarter of an hour of fierce fighting, although the Japanese could barely hold on depending on the terrain, reinforcements from the US military arrived first.
A "Sherman" tank rumbled across an abandoned field overgrown with weeds and fired a shot at a grove guarded by Japanese guerrillas.
This became the last straw that broke the nerves of the Japanese guerrillas.
I don't know who shouted, and almost everyone started to turn around and run away.
The guns and artillery on the US side fired in unison, calmly killing them from behind with bullets and shells.
Knocked to the ground, he continued to harvest Japanese lives unhurriedly.
At this point, the dust of the encounter has settled, and then it is time for the winner to "enjoy" to the fullest.
A few hours later, Lieutenant Martin sat on a tree stump next to the battlefield.
While taking out a pen to write down his diary, he glanced at a casually abandoned female corpse not far away from the corner of his eye.
The white female corpse in front of him had just been there.
It was a life-and-death struggle, but now it looks like a clothing store The dummy was placed inside, her hands were tied with ropes, her body was facing up in a large shape, her belly and chest were filled with viscous white liquid, and a branch as thick as a bowl was forcefully stuffed into her lower body.
At least half a foot was inserted, and all kinds of messy organ fragments flowed out.
But Lieutenant Martin had no mercy for her miserable fate.
A few hours ago, it was this black-haired Japanese woman with a slender waist and a delicate face who operated a rocket launcher and a machine gun, killing Lieutenant Martin's orderly John, C Company's medic Tom, and Sergeant Priest, Corporal Gaidar, and several other black colleagues whom he could not name.
As an enemy, she is definitely a good one.
As a woman, she was definitely a beauty: so when she was knocked unconscious by the cannonball blast and became a prisoner, she was immediately stripped naked by more than twenty black men without any explanation.
These black soldiers of Company C have been on this bloody and cruel island country for too long.
They have experienced too many hard battles and sacrificed too many people.
They have long since given up on themselves and just want to have some fun.
It’s so hard to catch such a beautiful girl, how can I let her go?
At this point, all morals and laws have no effect.
Even the military police of the US military just turned a blind eye and watched as the niggas hugged her and took off her clothes amidst her desperate cries.
They had to admit that this Japanese girl's vitality was really tenacious, even if she was beaten by forty Several niggas took turns to fuck her again, but they still didn't die.
Finally, the niggas who were tired of playing picked up a branch as thick as a bowl and stuffed it through her lower body.
The woman struggled violently, and blood spurted out from her mouth and nose, but the niggas still laughed and stirred her cruelly with branches, desperately destroying her internal organs until she spit out a series of black blood-streaked foam.
The struggle finally stopped Then, the reason why these Japanese guerrillas wanted to stop the US military here without exposing themselves was also discovered.
Not far behind the woods, in a valley with dense vegetation, there was a dilapidated Buddhist temple.
Hundreds of terrified Japanese civilians were hiding inside, mostly women and children, with only a few adult men.
The U.S. troops who came to raid just blocked all their escape routes.
What made these American soldiers even more furious was that a ragged and dying American pilot was nailed to a tree outside the gate of this Buddhist temple.
He seemed to have been caught after a plane crash and parachuting.
This poor white pilot was like Jesus, with long iron pins nailed into his hands and ankles.
His body was covered in bruises and his genitals had been cut off.
A small dark red and smelly bloody swamp had accumulated under his feet.
At this time, it seemed that a few days had passed since the unfortunate pilot was captured and tortured.
His wounds were no longer bleeding, and there was only some yellow-green mixed fishy pus, sticky and greasy flowing on his body, black and festering.
There were even maggots crawling out of his skin.
Even the best military doctor could do nothing about it.
He could only take out his pistol and point it at his temple, giving this tortured guy a happy end.
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Then, under the slogan of avenging fellow pilots, a bloody and cruel grand carnival immediately began.
After wiping out the weak resistance of the last few guerrillas, a large group of black ghosts with golden eyes rushed in hastily. , all old people and men found were basically shot to death.
If it is a child, beat it into a pulp with sticks and fists like punching sandbags.
If they find a young woman who is not too ugly, they will immediately push her down on the floor and strip off her clothes without any explanation.
More than a dozen people will take turns to fuck her like crazy people.
Finally, when they are tired of playing, they will cum a few times into the dying woman's lower body.
Bullet finish.
Sometimes too many bullets are accidentally shot, and even the uterus and intestines of the woman will be ejected from the body.
Even pregnant women are not immune, and it is even more tragic.
After being played until they are dying, the niggas usually Hold down the pregnant woman's limbs, and then Then he pulled out the bayonet, threw away the pregnant woman's belly, pulled out the baby inside, and finally pulled out the safety bolt of a grenade and stuffed it into the pregnant woman's cut belly.
After a loud noise, the pregnant woman was vivisected.
It turned into a pile of tattered, charred flesh.
But even this scene is not the most perverted.
What was even more horrifying was that Lieutenant Martin was horrified to see several black soldiers setting up a bonfire, placing the corpses of women and children, and even living people who were still breathing, directly on top of them, roasting them until they were sizzling and oily, and then Smilingly cutting off half-cooked roasted human meat from the corpse and feeding it to the dogs, or putting it in his mouth to chew with endless aftertaste, saying that the meat of women and children is really tender and so on.
Half a year after landing in Japan, the US military's raiding methods have changed from bandit suppression to massacre, and then to massacre.
The goal of the war has changed from conquering and transforming Japan to annihilating the Japanese nation like the Indians.
In short, after the summer sweeps of 46 years ended, the Kanto Plain, which was originally the most densely populated and economically developed area of the Japanese archipelago, It has become even more empty than Hokkaido.
Second Lieutenant Martin's company raided the rear for more than a month, destroying more than a dozen hidden refugee cottages, burning seven or eight remote temples and shrines, killing three or four guerrilla groups, and raping and killing countless women.
Children, took off countless scalps as trophies, and then did After several feasts of roasted human flesh, they returned to the station leisurely, leaving behind countless mutilated and putrid corpses.
Of course, they themselves also paid a heavy price, with more than a quarter of the soldiers and officers Killed by guerrillas and then beheaded as a souvenir This is war, which turns both warring parties into madmen and devils, obliterating all kindness and kindness.
The victim may become a murderer at any time, and the murderer may be tortured and killed at any time.
No one can be called innocent, and everyone has lost their humanity.
Moreover, what Lieutenant Martin didn't know was that every time they left a hell-like slaughterhouse, guerrillas would come secretly with cameras and record the tragic scenes of the U.S. military going to the countryside to raid and massacre the villagers.
Then, these photos were first sent to the desk of the frowning General Okamura Neiji.
After his selection and review, they were immediately published in the official newspaper of "Light Red Japan" and made into a promotional album.
Distributed widely throughout the country.
Some of the brochures were also loaded onto military aircraft and transported to more distant places. s: The files that hackers found from Congressman McCain's computer on the 12th once again set the limits of US imperialism.
ISIS videos of beheadings, burnings and killings were actually CIA agents who arranged the background, script and soundtrack, and No wonder the filming and editing were so professional.
The American journalist who was beheaded was simply killed by the CIA itself.
It’s really like Kawashima Yoshiko’s assassination of a Japanese monk and the blaming of the 19th Route Army. oshow7: