Chapter 241 The Blessing of the Wind God
Major General Vandergrift is feeling very uneasy now, because since the early morning, tens of thousands of U.S. troops have rushed to the beachhead, prepared to pay huge casualties. So far, the landing force has not fired a single bomb, and has suffered 0 casualties.
Where are the Japanese troops on guard?
Previously, the reconnaissance plane clearly reported that it saw a large number of Japanese troops repairing the airport. How come there was no resistance at all when tens of thousands of our own troops landed on the island?
This is not normal.
In fact, the major general thought too much. The real reason was not that complicated. They did not see the Japanese army mainly because there were too few people on the other side.
The total area of Guadalcanal is approximately 5,302 square kilometers, which is slightly smaller than the area of ordinary prefecture-level cities in China.
How many Japanese troops are there in such a big place at this time?
The answer is 3,000 people, and among these 3,000 people, the only one who can really fight with guns is a full brigade, which is only worth 900 people. As a defense, it is impossible to cover all areas.
The key is that the main task of this brigade is to watch the "engineers" repairing the airport in front of them and not let them escape or even move at will.
"Damn, it looks like we're lost." The major general cursed in a low voice, and then said uncertainly, "Are there really Japanese on this island?"
"Mr. major general, I can probably do this. "Definitely. Oh, be careful~" He Chi's voice came from behind, and then the major general felt his arm being pulled, and the general bypassed some kind of obstacle on the ground.
Looking down through the unclear moonlight, I found that the dark thing on the ground turned out to be a tree stump that had been sawed off entirely.
“This is teak, which is an excellent material for construction. And look at the cut.” He Chi touched the flat cut section on the wooden pile. “The local indigenous people are not good at metallurgy, so they exchanged a small amount from the British. The iron tools that came here will not be used for rough work like logging."
"Does that mean the Japanese are nearby?" The major general immediately became alert.
At this time, the native guides suddenly jumped up and down, pointed in the distance and said something in a croaking voice.
"Hey, what are they talking about?" the major general turned around and asked.
"They said they felt that the God of Wind was conveying a message of victory." He Chi translated casually, and then pointed in the opposite direction.
wtf? ? ! ! ! Playing mysticism on the battlefield? ! !
"Such a baseless statement..." The major general frowned.
"But we don't have any other reference, right? Since it's just a coin toss, we might as well just choose this direction." He Chi tilted his head in the direction of the native.
Major General Vandergrift looked at the empty woods, and then gritted his teeth and said, "Let the troops follow these natives to the northeast!"
In the dark night, the soldiers carried The heavy weapons, supporting each other, stumbled through the woods.
During the more than two hours of march, there were more than twenty non-combat attrition due to sprained feet and scratches from plants. When they almost walked out of the woods, the American soldiers were exhausted.
The commanders of the First Division, including Major General Vandergrift, are very nervous now. If the troops are in this state and are attacked in a planned way, even if the opponent only has a few hundred people, it will bring serious consequences. Huge casualties.
"God, we are in such a mess just because we listened to those guys who can only wear leaves. How can we believe these words that are similar to witchcraft..." A major adjutant complained softly, but because of something before landing, He did not dare to point the finger at He Chi.
The major was stunned for the next second.
The moment he stepped out of the woods, a flat piece of land appeared in front of him. An oversized pot was set up in the middle, and more than thirty Japanese soldiers were sitting around eating breakfast in military lunch boxes.
A Japanese soldier wearing glasses just raised his head, and the major looked directly at him. Bang, a piece of meat from an unknown animal fell from the chopsticks into the lunch box, and the soup splashed onto the glasses...
! ! ! ! !
"It'stheJapanese!!!fire!fire!!"
"Mijun が来た!撃て!撃て!撃て!"
Bang bang bang bang bang bang ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Puff puff puff puff! ! ! ! ! !
The encounter on Guadalcanal unfolded inexplicably, but the US military's luck was surprisingly good - they arrived just in time to encounter the Japanese soldiers who were guarding them for breakfast. Most of the Japanese soldiers only had chopsticks in their hands. And lunch boxes!
A one-sided massacre ended in less than twenty minutes. Except for about 30 Japanese soldiers who fled into the jungle, all the remaining Japanese garrison troops were annihilated.
The losses of the 1st U.S. Marine Division were minor, no one was killed, and the number of injured was not as many as the non-combat casualties in the woods.
Major General Vandergrift felt that this was simply unbelievable. They chose a direction according to the instructions of the natives, and the exit happened to be the weakest logistics area of the Japanese army. The timing was also the node where the opponent was most lax. The probability of all coincidences happening together is like tossing a coin and landing it on the ground.
What kind of protection is this really from the God of Wind? The major general shook his head to drive this ridiculous idea out of his mind.
He had some kind of guess.
"He, is what you just translated them really about the protection of the God of Wind?" the major general stopped the Easterner who was directing the moving of things and said.
"Sir, why are you thinking so much? Isn't this a good result?" He Chi walked away without comment.
This actually strengthened the major general's original idea. After that conflict, he learned about the other party's intelligence in detail with Carlson. It sounded a bit like a third-rate lonely hero novel.
But even if half of the information is true, it makes sense that the other party can grasp some information about the Japanese army in advance.
It seems that this person’s opinion should be considered more in the future.
"Sir, there is some trouble here. Please take a look." Someone interrupted the major general's train of thought.
Eighty percent of the Japanese airport has been built. The people who built the airport were controlled at the beginning of the battle. Their facial expressions were very panicked, and they seemed unaware of the white people who suddenly rushed in front of them. At a loss.
“What are they talking about?” Major General Vandergrift asked the Japanese translator accompanying the army.
"Sorry, sir, I can't understand, because they are not speaking Japanese." The second lieutenant who acted as the translator took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat on his head.
"It's not Japanese? But they are all wearing Japanese military uniforms?" The major general looked at the guy in front of him shaking like a quail, and subconsciously looked at the Oriental. At this time, he realized that he had already encountered a problem. I started to get used to asking He Chi for advice.
"Please wait a moment, let me ask." He Chi knelt down and listened to what the other party said before standing up.
"They are not Japanese, they are Koreans, and they speak Korean."
"Do you still understand Korean?" The major general felt that the other party seemed to know a little too many things.
"It's just a daily personal hobby." The Oriental replied.
(End of this chapter)