I became Stalin chapter 152

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The soldiers whispered. This saying, which was left behind by a young expeditionary student who was sent to the special attack, while waving his last drink, was always talked about when there was a special attack ceremonial.

Since Pearl Harbor, the leaders of the Navy and the Combined Fleet have seemed to have fallen into a kind of “thunderbolt omnipotence”.

Yamato’s cannon, which he was so proud of, was turned back because it was a decisive battle weapon. I only use that Gaiten torpedo.

‘Is this a tapering interception? At the Yamato Hotel, Musashi Ryokan, while the commander-in-chief is playing, the young people are burning fiercely!’

This is the trend of the navy of the Imperial Japanese Empire these days.

Submarines with 4 to 6 Gaiten torpedoes patrol the sea with supplies from giant ships. If they find a battleship such as an American battleship or aircraft carrier, the commando will sortie.

According to the soldiers, this deadly special attack weapon, which is filled with explosives in a quantity of 2 tons,   sails through the sea at high speed, collides and destroys the demonic US-made battleship. The huge amount of charge of 2 tons could destroy even a new-style giant battleship of the United States if it was hit properly.

Even with any bomber, it was impossible to hit it accurately by flying with a bomb that only weighed 2 tons. However, this innovative manned torpedo was capable of manipulating that much explosive and striking it into the keel of a warship.

“For His Majesty the Emperor! Go forth for the eternal glory of the Great Japanese Empire, gentlemen!”

“Tenno Heika Banzai! Banzai! Banzai!”

Who wants to die? There were no more volunteers for the special attack, no matter what treatment was promised.

They’ve seen too much. Whether it blows a warship and oxidizes to shreds together, or drowns in the cold sea due to a misfire or intercept. what their superiors think of them.

The young men entered the Gaiten torpedoes, which were fired dozens of times a day, and raced to death towards the warship.

Those who resisted wanting to enter were forced to push in and closed the metal lid, or while drunk on opium and kaolyangju, the young men managed to control the run, hoping that their death would have at least the slightest meaning.

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“that… crazy bastards. Is there no way to do this at all?”

“That… That’s right… .”

Of course, this was enough trouble for the Americans. Although it is a self-destruct weapon that no one volunteers for, Japan has been looking for someone to board this torpedo from somewhere. In this way, dozens of super-heavy torpedoes a day rushed toward the American ships.

Due to the speed of 40 knots, it was impossible for the slow giants to dodge. Due to the high speed, it is difficult to avoid even if it is a one-way road going straight, but even a person entered it and was controlling the direction a little. If there was only one direct hit here, it would sink, so there was no way to find a way.

Fortunately, the Gaiten loaded on the submarine was found and avoided by aircraft through patrol. Fortunately, the range of that manned torpedo was not very long, and the submarine, which was supposed to go unnoticed, had to risk getting close to the warship and fire it.

In the process, the Americans were able to sink a number of Japanese suicide bombers before they even fired them.

However, the problem arose in the island attack battles like now.

Torpedoes launched from reefs and atolls around the island, and from submarines hidden offshore, were methodologically crude, but had the power to crush American ships approaching for artillery support.

The Japanese navy took a strategy of preserving their ships by thoroughly turning them back. When the Americans landed on the island, the soldiers stationed on the island were virtually left to die, and how they would preserve their battleships and inflict damage to the American fleet, but it was very clear that they were so intent on it.

“Is it another mine?”

“That’s right. It seems that the Japanese military has no intention of using their ships in this waters at all.”

Dog-like bastards, crazy bastards. Transport planes that occasionally fly in and drop supplies were all the power the Japanese army put into this sea area.

A lot of mines unleashed in the sea and self-destruct manned torpedoes flying frequently. The United States did not know what to do with an old-fashioned weapon with such a crazy idea.

Who would have imagined? That they leave their troops on the island and don’t care if they die or not?

However, as we detoured and passed, Marshal MacArthur demanded that the important strongholds be thoroughly cleaned up.

“If you skip too far, you risk being ambushed! Occupy important islands!”

The ‘important’ island was where the runway was set up and served as a base from which to launch an air strike against the US fleet. Or maybe there’s a target that’s going to be a great publicity street, or maybe Marshal MacArthur just designated it.

Although the US air force had long surpassed that of Japan, there could not be enough air force everywhere. And the soldiers had to fill the gap between enough and catastrophe with blood.

Of course, if you look at the amount of blood alone, Japan shed much more.

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“Fuck… This is a crazy place… .”

“Who is not… .”

Slowly it was time to cool down on the mainland, but the tropical sun was scorching hot. American soldiers were shoveling all day, building a beachhead on the coastline.

I am used to the work now, but I could not get used to the heat and mosquito swarms. I was sweating profusely, and I wanted to tickle something, and when I hit it, the mosquito that sucked in the blood burst and spattered red blood.

“From the Palace of Montezuma to this damn beach~”

“We fight jabs and mosquitoes~”

The soldiers chanted military songs at will and dug trenches on the beach.

Fucking Japs did what they did at sea and did the same on land.

It was always a shock to any American who had experienced a banzai, pulled a sword and charged for the first time. No, it’s been a few years now, do you have a foot sword charge? The soldiers were terrified when they heard the cry of the dark days, bloodshot eyes, and evil.

“Until you use a machine gun. Hey Billy, once you’ve been through it, you’ll get over it.”

“… Oh yes. So last time you peeed… Hmmm.”

“No, it’s just a slight spill!”

There were those who stared at the Americans who were making silly jokes in the thick forest.

Under normal circumstances, the forest with such poor visibility restrictions would have to be devastated by bombardment and bombardment, but the heavy cruiser that came out to support the bombardment was hit by a self-destruct torpedo, and the infantrymen were thrown here alone.

A group of Japanese soldiers used this as an opportunity for the God of Heaven, and quietly targeted the Americans who had dug trenches, set fires, and started cooking.

“Uh… They are preparing a meal.”

“This smell… Doesn’t it smell like spam?”

“Captain! Attack now… !”

Rather than aiming at the Americans, would you say that they are targeting the food of the Americans? The starving Japanese soldiers were drenched in the savory and fragrant smell that flowed from hundreds of meters away.

They were abandoned on the island without supplies. The upper level expressed this as a great sacrifice for the country and ‘singari’ (reserve troops, mainly those who were prepared to die) who threw their lives away like a scorpion.

It was not a very good way to thank the living for the sacrifice, but Lieutenant Kimura accepted his fate anyway. No matter how much I thought about it, it was not good for my wife and children to be humiliated by the US military.

‘It’s not that good either, but… .’

The 3rd Battalion, 2nd Regiment, 89th Division, which was called up as a garrison on an unknown island, was reduced to a company size. The wounded were gathered in a cave on the island for today and tomorrow, and those who could move had to target the Americans with food.

Many of the ammunition and firearms were wet and unusable, so not everyone was armed with firearms.

“Your fucking boss is air supply, and you let go… .”

“Yes? Did I get it wrong?”

“No… .”

After waiting for reinforcements and supplies for a long time, those who opened the cargo box dropped by the transport plane two weeks ago sighed.

There were a lot of items needed for the military sword and its maintenance.

I opened the box to see if there was anything to eat, and the soldiers, who suddenly grabbed a barrel of oil for importing swords, were stunned.

Thanks to that, the soldiers now looked like a swarm of beggars, but they held only their swords in a flashing light.

“They charge while they are eating. When I ate half… .”

“That… Then the food will not disappear?”

“… .”

The soldiers’ expressions deteriorated sharply. The battalion commander sighed in relief, remembering the soldiers who ate grass, claiming to be herbivores, without eating proper food for the past few days. Can I charge that street properly now?

If only the machine guns that the US military had were well removed, I thought that I could somehow try it in close combat. The alert posture seemed hazy, and with the exception of a few guards, I could see some people kicking the ball at all.

“I know. Fuck… .”

“Yes?”

“no. Wait three minutes and charge!”

“Yes! Tenno Heika Banzai!”

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From bloody bloody battles smashing into heavily armed defense lines, to the massacre in which beggar-shaped Japanese soldiers charge into the US machine gun positions with sloppy stainless steel knives. Young living creatures often died on the beaches of the islands of the western Pacific with beautiful jade waters.

Death came equally to both American and Japanese soldiers.

Of course, one was more equal, but the American government valued the lives of its citizens more than the Japanese government, so there was no difference in the reactions of the two groups.

Roosevelt, who became much weaker and fell ill from time to time, tried to find a solution, even considering the lives of young people and the next election. Hundreds of young people dying on an unknown island by no means helped the election, and so did the popularity of the damn MacArthur.

“Cool, cool… Like that stupid bastard… .”

Roosevelt would often joke to his friends about MacArthur and about the military.

But there was a reason Roosevelt hated MacArthur. He deliberately or unintentionally disregarded civilian control of the military. More suited to politicians, MacArthur skillfully used the public and the media to draw support for the government.

There was even a controversy about Roosevelt’s “dragon attack” that the Republican Party deliberately emphasized. Cooperation with the Soviet Union was indispensable, but in any case it was not popular with the public.

Using this as an excuse, Republicans often attacked the Roosevelt administration. Not only Roosevelt, but also progressive and radical Vice President Wallace and Chief of Staff Marshall, who had insisted on full support for the Soviet Union, were sold at wholesale prices.

Meanwhile, the Republican Party secretly promoted MacArthur as a war hero who would defend American values. MacArthur, too, had to remain politically neutral as a soldier, but he continued his political career by attending Republican events and appearing in the pro-Republican media.

The media also showed what readers wanted. Readers did not wish for a great American defeat. MacArthur processed the criminal record according to his taste and threw it to the stingy reporters, and the yellow press ate it up and spread all kinds of delusions.

“I wish the Soviet Union would enter the war and destroy the Japanese army… .”

“Then, even China and Japan could fall into the hands of the Soviet Union, sir!”

“Isn’t it better for America to fall into MacArthur’s hands?”

No one answered that. Roosevelt chuckled a few times, then sighed. After looking around the ministers, he tapped his temples and suddenly brought up another topic.

“By the way… Who the hell is Iza?”

“Yes?”

The newspaper Roosevelt tossed on the table had the face of a young senator engraved on it. It was a third-rate rant as it was indistinguishable from looking at the title of the newspaper, but if the president offered it, it was the fate of the ministers that they should read even the fourth or fifth, not the third.

“… Wisconsin Congressman Joseph McCarthy?”

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