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, no smoke can be seen, no human voices can be heard, 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 They had already walked almost ten kilometers, and it was all muddy and narrow rural fields. It was impossible to drive a truck, so except for the company commander on 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 bad luck. Previously, the superior commander was selecting teams to go to the countryside for raids. At that time, 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 was kicked out of the camp. out.
Hey, niggas have no human rights! Even he, an officer who was placed in the black army, also lost his human rights and was 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 Japanese guerrillas everywhere along the way, there were not even a few living people left... After getting off the road and walking for about three kilometers, Lieutenant Martin saw the ruins of a familiar village, and there were small animals among the ruins from time to time. He was disturbed by the passing American troops and ran out. 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 who knew? No one knows what danger is hidden behind the grass 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 light of the fire...
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 everyone knows, Japanese aircraft often airdrop weapons to guerrillas in the US-occupied areas, and there are large quantities of them. Astonishingly. 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 did not explode anything except sand and grass blades. The rest landed far away.
"...It's the Panzerfaust! Damn it! The German Panzerfaust bazooka! And those that are not firing are Japanese grenade launchers!"
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. ...The U.S. military'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 US 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 down by the US machine guns - semi-automatic rifles. Fierce and precise 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 were shot and rolled on the ground wailing. This constantly stimulated these irregulars. The fragile nerves of a soldier.
After a quarter of an hour of fierce fighting, although the Japanese could barely hold on relying 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.
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A few hours later, Lieutenant Martin sat on a tree stump next to the battlefield. While taking out a pen to write down a 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. It was struggling desperately just now, but now it's like a costume The dummy placed in the store had her hands tied with ropes and her body was facing up in a large shape. There was thick white liquid on her belly and chest. A branch as thick as a bowl was forcefully stuffed into her vagina. The lower body was inserted for at least half a foot, 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 and killed Lieutenant Martin's orderly John and the medic of C Company. Tom, 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. After finally catching such a beautiful girl, how could he be willing to 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... I have to admit that this Japanese girl's vitality is really tenacious, even if she was More than 40 niggas took turns to have sex, 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. I finally stopped struggling...
Then, the reason why these Japanese guerrillas wanted to block 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 very few adult men. And the US 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 several 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 most brilliant 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 hurriedly rushed in Once inside, any old man or man found would be 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 into the dying woman's lower body with a few more shots. 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 to the point of dying, the niggas Usually, the limbs of the pregnant woman are held down, and then Then he pulled out the bayonet, threw away the pregnant woman's belly, and pulled out the baby... Finally, he still didn't want to finish, he pulled out the safety bolt of a grenade and stuffed it into the pregnant woman's cut belly. After a loud noise, the woman was vivisected. The pregnant woman 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 indeed very tender...
——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, when the summer sweeps of 46 years ended, Kanto, which was originally the most densely populated and economically developed Japanese archipelago, The plains have become even more empty than Hokkaido.
Second Lieutenant Martin's company carried out raids in 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. The children took off countless scalps as trophies and held several fire-roasting events. After a feast of meat, they returned to the station leisurely, leaving behind countless mutilated and putrid corpses... Of course, they themselves also paid a heavy price. More than a quarter of the soldiers and officers were killed by the guerrillas. Killed 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 being selected and reviewed by him, they were immediately published in the official newspaper of "Light Red Japan" and made into a promotional album. It is widely distributed in Japan. Some of the brochures were also loaded onto military aircraft and transported to more distant places...
※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※PS: The files that hackers found from Congressman McCain’s computer on the 12th once again set the lower limit of US imperialism—— ISIS’s videos of beheadings, burnings and torture were actually CIA agents setting up the background, arranging scripts and soundtracks, shooting and editing... No wonder they were so professional! The American journalist who was beheaded was simply killed by the CIA itself! It really has the legacy of Yoshiko Kawashima assassinating a Japanese monk and blaming the 19th Route Army!