Chapter 8, Blood Battle

Two F-2 fighter jets swiftly flew over Diaoyu Island with rocket pods, and as they turned back again, the rocket pods opened fire!

From these actions, he derived a satisfaction he had never experienced before. Subsequently, Yamamoto resolutely joined the military. He knew he could not change the current situation in Japan, but he could vent the suppressed anger within him onto the Chinese people

The body of the overweight man had been deformed by the bullets that flew in, and the splattered flesh had covered the faces and bodies of the new recruits and the captain. Looking at his former comrade, now unrecognizable, the captain felt as if he were burdened by a weight of a thousand pounds, each breath feeling incredibly arduous.

The captain once said that as long as the Diaoyu Islands are in our hands, the boundary line in the East China Sea will not exist, and the war will have its justification. However, now not only are the Diaoyu Islands in our hands, but the fishermen are also in our hands, and the justification is even more in our hands. But where are the reinforcements

The new soldier clearly saw the first Japanese soldier charging forward, skillfully pulling the trigger, a burst of hot bullets firing out.

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The gunboat once again fired dozens of shells at the island, and under the cover of the artillery fire, twenty Japanese soldiers successfully landed on the island. Meanwhile, two other rubber boats carefully maneuvered around to the rear of the island, carrying a full complement of soldiers.

"Wake up!" The new recruit clumsily pressed his hand against the gushing wound, shaking the increasingly cold body of the heavyset man with all his might. He held onto the hope that, upon hearing the call, the heavyset man would open his tightly shut eyes just like in the television dramas.

"Captain, it seems that enemies are approaching from behind as well." Suddenly, a comrade behind him pointed at two swaying small boats on the sea and loudly reminded him

It seemed that the command cabin could not truly perceive all of this, and Captain 091 was the first to step onto the deck. The air was filled with the desperate cries of sailors from the fleet and the sounds of ammunition detonating, which made the soldiers on guard around the captain feel quite tense. The sea was shrouded in smoke, and at times, a foul stench of charred bodies wafted through the air. Not far away, the bodies of Japanese sailors bobbed up and down with the waves, colliding against the wreckage of the ship, creating a scene so tragic that it was unbearable to look at. Many soldiers from 091 turned their heads away, while the captain watched with great interest, as if he were enjoying an American blockbuster.

It is lamentable that the Japanese soldiers across the way reveal at most half of a steel helmet and a gun barrel, alternately providing cover for their assault, while the weapons in our hands are utterly ineffective in suppressing them.

As he grew up, Yamamoto came to understand that it was not his father's fault, but rather a country called China that had spread what they referred to as Confucianism throughout Great Japan. Under this so-called cultural oppression, Yamamoto was astonished to find that his peers were all suppressed into uniform covers, uniform packaging, and uniform functions, destined for a common fate. Realizing all of this, Yamamoto began to seek revenge against the Chinese, targeting Chinese prostitutes, creating trouble for Chinese people, and participating in demonstrations against China. Under this so-called cultural oppression, Yamamoto was astonished to find that his peers were all suppressed into uniform covers, uniform packaging, and uniform functions, destined for a common fate. Realizing all of this, Yamamoto began to seek revenge against the Chinese, targeting Chinese prostitutes, creating trouble for Chinese people, and participating in demonstrations against China.

The trigger of the 40mm rocket launcher was pressed down forcefully, and the rocket shot straight towards the patrol boat that was in the process of reloading, like a stubborn child. The captain of the patrol boat, seeing the rocket trailing white smoke approaching, immediately dropped to the floor of the cockpit in a standard prone position

"Tell all the soldiers to come in turn and show themselves to me. Anyone who dares to rescue someone will be shot. Also, you won't get any of the scrambled eggs with tomatoes tonight, and you will be confined for an additional three days." After the captain finished speaking, he returned to his cabin.

"Throw him away!" the fat man shouted at the new recruit beside him. Unfortunately, the new recruit was already numb at that moment, instinctively knowing only to move closer to the fat man.

Boom! A dull explosion echoed, the damage caused by the 40mm rocket launcher to the several hundred-ton patrol boat was minimal, yet it still frightened the patrol boat into a rapid retreat.

Boom! After the tremendous sound, thick smoke engulfed the foxhole where the heavyset man was located. The new recruit only felt the heavyset man collide forcefully with him, and then his entire body fell back weakly.

In the position behind, everyone witnessed the sacrifice of the fat man with their own eyes, and the captain observed it particularly clearly

091 Slowly cruising around the remnants of the former Japanese fleet, one can see the scattered wreckage of warships within a radius of several kilometers.

Upon seeing this scenario at https://www.hetushu.com, the captain, who was originally in a good mood, suddenly became furious and exclaimed, "What do you want to do?"

"What are you moving him for?" The new recruit seemed not to understand the question and asked fiercely.

Just when both sides were feeling utterly bored, the reinforcements finally arrived

Repaying hatred with virtue only invites more resentment; repaying blood with blood, however, earns respect and reverence

Zuo Teng is currently feeling extremely anxious. The firepower counterattack on the island indicates that there are at most less than one company of troops stationed there. Yet now, with his own company plus two gunboats launching an attack, they have still suffered casualties.

At this moment, Kōta Yōji, who had just had his weapon seized by the captain and others, was staring blankly as the 091 arrogantly circled around his former fleet. If anger could kill, then the rage in his heart was enough to annihilate the entire Chinese fleet. He wished he could transform into a missile to sink the 091. However, unfortunately, as the only flagship still afloat, not to mention the weapon systems, even basic navigation was nearly a luxury.

"Captain, they are too pitiful," the sailor timidly replied, pointing to the Japanese sailors who were still struggling in the water

In the face of the enemy's brutality, the soldiers seemed to have lost their will to fight, retreating in disarray. Meanwhile, those despicable enemies showed no mercy, wielding their sabers and viciously stabbing into their young bodies

If we do not repel the enemy's attack, we will be surrounded like dumplings. The captain glanced at the small boats rapidly approaching from behind and then at the Japanese vessels anchored on the sea ahead. Suddenly, he shouted: "Brothers, fix bayonets"

The blood continued to flow, but gradually it slowed and grew cold. The new soldier's heart also turned cold. He slowly lowered the body of the heavyset man, grabbed the submachine gun beside him, skillfully chambered a round, and once again rested the gun's muzzle on the cover.

After leaving behind two corpses, the Japanese army retreated once more, followed by a continuous barrage of artillery fire

He knew that the fat man could completely avoid death; he could even save his life simply by jumping out of the pit. The stationed soldiers and fishermen in Taiwan greatly restricted the mobility of the team, yet even so, the battle had to continue.

On the coast, one of the commandos, Yamamoto, is currently lying in wait behind the rocks at the base of the cliff, intently watching the protruding black muzzle of the gun above his head

In a certain sense, offensive and defensive warfare can be considered the fairest form of combat, where numbers, weapons, and firepower determine everything. However, at times, it can also be the most unfair, as confidence, willpower, and spirit can influence the outcome of the battle

Yamamoto harbors a deep-seated hatred for Chinese people; he believes that all Chinese thought should be discarded, even to the extent of rejecting the Chinese ethnicity itself

The captain dares not think about what will happen in the future; he now hopes that the Japanese artillery will hit him directly, putting an end to his life. Otherwise, if he were to survive and return, how would he explain to the families of those soldiers? Would he say, "I failed to protect your son?" How could he have the face to return alive?

The Japanese soldiers crawled on the sharp rocky ground of the island like maggots. After the shelling ended, Zoten issued the order for the first collective charge.

However, history is not a toy that can be whimsically overturned by online writers, nor is it a reversible calculation process. Both chance and necessity govern the entirety of history; perhaps it is merely a misfired shell or a lost soldier that can alter the outcome of a battle. Today, high-tech warfare not only brings about a more gratifying slaughter but also presents greater possibilities and contingencies.

Bang, bang, bang bang bang— the gunfire erupted again, but the sound was twice as loud as before

"It certainly isn't the Taiwanese military on the island." After rubbing his face vigorously and taking a deep breath, Zuo Teng reached his conclusion

The brief and intense close-quarters combat seemed to have drained the captain's energy, and when several of them wearily returned to their positions, the artillery fire from the Japanese patrol boats arrived as expected

At the foot of the cliff, the soldiers behind Yamamoto were inspired by his brave actions, rushing forward towards the cliff in a competitive frenzy. Yamamoto led the charge, but unfortunately, what awaited them were the dark muzzles of guns.

Zoteng could not have anticipated that the enemy would launch a counterattack. Through the telescope, he saw the enemy fiercely charging at his soldiers, brandishing their bayonets and ruthlessly pursuing the defeated troops

"What are you doing?" an angry voice with a heavy accent inquired, accompanied by the dark muzzle of a gun. The new recruit looked at the captain with a face full of anger

Crawling slowly on the cold sandy ground, Yamamoto moved forward bit by bit, while the forward machine gun position on the cliff remained unaware of his approach, continuing to fire rapid short bursts in a rhythmic manner

The speedboat's rapid-fire cannon inflicts little damage unless it hits directly. Through the cover, the captain watched as the Japanese soldiers awkwardly swam towards the landing ship, yet he felt no joy in his heart. This counteroffensive had cost him two brothers. One was shot in the artery; although his body continued to convulse, he was beyond saving. The other was besieged by two enemy soldiers, receiving a stab to both his chest and back. In his final moments, he clutched himself and repeatedly called for his mother, but his body still lay on the beach, unable to be retrieved.

In his childhood, Yamamoto enjoyed painting, but his father insisted that he study the sciences. Stubborn as he was, he once vehemently resisted, yet what he received in return was an even harsher beating

Upon hearing the command, amidst the astonished gazes of all, under the sunlight, the military knives glinted with a cold aura. Nine robust figures swiftly leaped out of the trench, brandishing their sharp bayonets as they charged towards the enemy

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The acrid smoke mixed with the moisture of the sea surprisingly smelled like the earthy smoke of one's hometown. The stout man discarded the machine gun in his hand and pulled the new recruit behind him.

Watching his soldiers retreat into the sea one after another, Zoten helplessly called for artillery fire once again

Yoko Koda has sent a distress signal to headquarters, and on the radar supported by backup power, those so-called 'fishing boats' that were originally arranged in a semicircle around the fleet, including the 112 ship, vanished immediately after launching their attack. As the defeated commander, he will bear all the responsibilities for the defeat

There are no stones here, we need to protect ourselves. If I don't position him here, the bullets flying over will turn us into a sieve. If you want to vent your anger, do it later against them; it was the damned Japanese who killed the fat man, not me. If it weren't for them, we wouldn't have to come here at all. Upon hearing the new recruit's furious inquiry, the captain seemed to be suddenly infected by the anger as well. He abruptly grabbed the recruit's collar and shouted at him: "And don't point your gun at me." After saying this, the captain forcefully threw the recruit aside. The captain seemed to be suddenly infected by the anger as well, abruptly grabbing the recruit's collar and shouting at him: "And don't point your gun at me." After saying this, the captain forcefully threw the recruit aside.

091 slowly submerged underwater under the furious gaze of the Japanese soldiers, ultimately disappearing from everyone's sight

"The little Japanese will not give up on https://www.hetushu.com, and they will come over again," the captain said with a rational yet somewhat cold demeanor

Zoteng witnessed a Chinese soldier standing on the beach with a bayonet in hand, viciously stabbing an injured soldier lying on the ground until he became motionless. Blood gushed out like a spring, flowing into the sea with the rising and falling tides.

In the foxhole where the new recruits were located, the shelter had long been reduced to chaos from the bombardment. Both the captain and the new recruit had their upper bodies exposed. In order to shield the two, the captain helplessly lifted the corpse of the heavyset man and propped it up outside the pit

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Slowly approaching beneath the machine gun, Yamamoto suppressed his anxious feelings, took out a grenade, and gently pulled the safety pin.

Thinking of this, the captain grabbed the rifle in his hand, quickly leaped out of the trench, and jumped into the spot where the fat man had just sacrificed himself.

The new recruit hurriedly crawled over to the fat man, striving to help him up, but what he grasped was a sticky, warm liquid

"Go to hell, stop pretending to be a good person here. Who are they? They are your enemies. It is already merciful enough that I don't let you shoot them. Now you are here spreading kindness. Fine, since you like it, why don't you jump down and save them?" Upon hearing the soldier's response, the captain suddenly roared loudly, simultaneously raising his foot to kick the soldier.

The grenade emitted a hissing blue smoke, passing over the head of the overweight man, and fell into the foxhole.

The Japanese artillery quickly ceased fire, and they prudently refrained from launching another attack, as both sides seemed to be waiting for reinforcements. During this prolonged wait, time appeared to slow down significantly, as if the sun were nailed to the sky, refusing to set.

Yamamoto felt a heavy weight in his chest, as if a heavy hammer had struck him hard, and then he was swept off the cliff by a tremendous force

At this moment, Kojiro Kōden is reflecting on the numerous mistakes he has made. Why did he not directly eliminate the Chinese submarines? Why did he not allow the air force to provide support? Why did he not directly occupy the Diaoyu Islands? Why did he not take the initiative to attack Ship 112 when the enemy hesitated for just a moment? Why... Countless questions occupy every corner of his mind. If even one of those questions had been possible, then the Combined Fleet would certainly not be in its current situation.

Upon seeing 091 surface, the Japanese sailors struggling in the water swam towards the submarine in hopes of receiving assistance. The sailors on the deck instinctively grabbed a life ring, preparing to throw it out.