Chapter 60 Helpless

Tokyo, Tokyo Bay.

The sun has been sinking under the sea level for a long time, and the peaks blocked the last few afterglows. Large areas of dark clouds sealed the dusk sky, making the night come early and gloomy.

The night in Tokyo Bay is quiet.

Tokyo Bay, where the whistle once whistled, was unexpectedly quiet. It seemed that the ships disappeared overnight. On the once busy port, the coers yawned. Only a few cargo ships from the United States were moored in the port. The coops unloaded all kinds of supplies from the ship, and some of them were soldiers. It is related to production, and some factories are related to production. From the busy port after the beginning of the war, for the first time, it fell into such a quiet moment.

This silence is by no means what I would like to see, and the current situation is precisely the Second Pacific Fleet under the command of Roger Strinsky, which has experienced a "great voyage" of 18,000 nautical miles, which inadvertently brought almost after the Second Pacific Fleet appeared in Jinlan Bay, and At the beginning of drifting towards the surface of the Beibu Gulf, there has been a great panic in Japan, because the Russians have inadvertently threatened the lifeline of Japan, and the number of ships entering and leaving the port have been greatly reduced. There have been factory shutdowns in the Kansai Osaka area due to the lack of raw materials.

But I don't know all this Russians. I'm trying my best to hide all this. Of course, Roger Strinsky doesn't know that the same Russians, as a mainland nation, can't even imagine such a thing.

But maybe Roger Strinsky doesn't know, but his appearance has made some unexpected changes on the Japanese islands. After a year and a month of war, the current Japanese has cooled down from the fanaticism in the early days of the Russian War, and even their Japanese army in the Manchurian battlefield. Just care about their future fate, instead of shouting to retaliate against China as they did at the beginning.

Even the most fanatical people know that war is not a joke at all. With the arrival of the main force of the Manchurian army and the arrival of the main force of Russia's Second Pacific Fleet, even laymen can see that the prospect of war is loomy. Their numb faces showed a kind of confusion, and then they obeyed their fate. It seemed that they had been like this for thousands of years. They were used to obeying their fate, just like dead fish on the board.

That's it!

Perhaps the vast majority of them think so, especially when their lives change. War will not benefit most of them, but war will take away their husbands, brothers and sons. The vast majority of them say that they are not like some people in the upper class. They buy big maps every day. The small flag was planted on the land that did not belong to them, and then divided the post-war interests there. In their opinion, it should have been like this.

But what about now?

The Manchurian army in Manchuria was surrounded, and the approach of the Second Pacific Fleet threatened the lifeline of Japan. The number of ships entering and leaving the port was greatly reduced, and the production was suspended due to the shortage of raw materials, which made those upper-class societies, especially businessmen, begin to mutter in their hearts. Can they really win?

When those people are concerned about the war, the vast majority of them are more concerned about prices, supplies and food. Because life is inseparable from these things, and the cut-off of Chinese rice and Nanyang rice have caused prices to soar. After the loss of the Chinese market, hundreds of yarn factories and cloth factories have been in trouble. For the first time, I realized that the impact of the war was so great.

Everyone has no confidence in the war. Although there is no confidence in the war, the war will always continue.

On the ringing train, the carriage was full of "one millimeters and five" singing war songs, and one milliseconds were just stamp money. After receiving the letter of conscription, these soldiers gathered in Nagasaki and then drove to Manchuria. The ages of the soldiers were from eighteen or nineteen to thirty-nine years old, and even most of the officers were recruited from the University of Arts. Look Anyone can see one of these soldiers.

The smoke-breathing train runs along the railway line to Nagasaki. Along the way, the train sometimes passes through the cherry blossoms, sometimes through the dark tunnel, and sometimes crosses the bridge over the river. There are almost no men in the field. Even those who work are mostly women. It is rare to see young and strong men with a population of only 36 million. In this war, the cost of 420,000 casualties has exhausted his human resources, at least to a certain extent.

When these recruits to reinforce Manchuria were singing war songs there, in the carriages outside several carriages, several disabled soldiers were sitting there in military uniforms without military ranks.

"Mr. Yamamoto, you soldiers work very hard, don't you?"

A woman said to the wounded soldier who came back from Manchuria, with a look of respect.

"We are not only hardworking, but also dying."

Yamamoto, whose left sleeve was empty, said in a hoarse voice that he had seen too many deaths in Manchuria. In front of the Russian position, in front of the Chinese position, in addition to death, he was still dead.

"Can the war be won?"

The shabby woman blurted out this question. Perhaps even she herself was surprised how a woman could say such a thing.

Yamamoto didn't answer the woman's question. With empty sleeves, he fell into meditation. Can he win the war?

Even his own heart was muttering that in the past, when he was fighting with the Russians, he thought that the war would definitely be won, but now the Chinese have intervened. Perhaps in the mainland, because of censorship, many Manchuria reports have been "corrected", but when he came back from Manchuria, he knew that he was now in Manchuria. The army has the upper hand. As long as they want, it is almost equivalent to 1% of the Japanese army's population, and it is possible to be buried in the grave dug up by the Chinese army.

There will only be the chirp of the wheels at the seams of the rails. As the train enters the station. Few people get on and off the bus. Even if they get off the bus, they rarely see young men. Many men have gone to the army.

Yamamoto was silent and he was not willing to answer any questions. He would never shout like those people in China who wanted to step on China, fight to Nanjing, and capture the Chinese emperor. He knew that it was simply a delusion, and even the Manchurian army was still alive in Manchuria, because the Chinese did not show it. The reason for the full-scale attack.

The car finally entered the station again. Looking at the empty station, Yamamoto found that it was different from when he left last year. When he left last year, the whole railway station cheered the people who sent them away. Today, when he came back, no one came to pick him up. The station was very It is deserted.

At this time, it had long declined. After leaving the railway station, Yamamoto, who was holding a box of ashes, could not see several familiar men of the same age at all. The young man left here with the illusion of "participating in this decisive battle of survival and death". He went to Manchuria, went to Manchuria, to defend the book, to defend the book from Lucia's invasion, and went... to help the people resist Lucia's invasion! But why did the Chinese beat them in turn?

When he walked towards Komatsu's house, he saw the barren fields in the fields and looked at the barren paddy fields. It was difficult for Yamamoto to imagine that this was his hometown in his memory. In his memory, shouldn't it be the time for the fields to grow with rice? Or why is it a large area of desolation now? Now that the men have left, they have gone to defend Japan from invasion. Who is going to cultivate the barren paddy fields that can't get much food? Are those women, the elderly and children?

When he entered the village where Xiaosong was located, he saw that there were only some women left in the village. When the women saw Yamamoto in military uniform, they shouted with surprise.

"Look, isn't that Jiro of the Yamamoto family?"

"Ah! Jiro is back!"

"Jiro is still alive. Have you ever seen a small village?"

"They are not in the same team!"

"Jiro, did you come back from Manchuria? Have you seen Matsui?

The women called Yamamoto's nickname, and they listened to the news of their relatives anxiously. From a month ago, for the vast majority of Manchurian soldiers, the road was cut off, and their families no longer heard from them.

More and more people gathered around. When they saw the box wrapped in white cloth held by Yamamoto's chest, most of them were sad, but with a little sad. When they got the answer from Yamamoto, the women's faces showed a trace of luck, but the sadness was stronger. If Yamamoto brought The ashes of their sons, husbands and brothers may be relieved by this, and they don't need to worry about their family members who don't have any news.

At this time, a slender young woman ran out of the dilapidated thatched hut in the distance. Her cheeks looked a little red because of running. She ran to Yamamoto. Her chest fluctuated while gasping. She looked at Yamamoto.

"It's Jiro from the Yamamoto family. Have you ever seen Komatsu?"

She is Komatsu's wife, who has just been married for two days. Yamamoto looks at her at a depth of 90 degrees.

"Miko, Komatsu...he..."

While talking, Yamamoto picked up the urn hanging around his neck. Komatsu and he received a conscription letter together, in the same brigade of the same team and in the same squadron.

The crying sounded in an instant. Miko's whole body seemed to be paralyzed in an instant. Her soul seemed to disperse. She waited for a year. For a whole year, she looked forward to reading at night, but in the end, it was the news of her husband's death.

"Let's go."

Yamamoto picked up Miko, and then hugged her shoulder. The woman's body smell made Yamamoto take a deep breath. And Miko stood still sadly. After a long time, she opened her mouth and said.

"Thank you, Mr. Yamamoto. Go to my house. My father really wants to see you."

Miko hugged her husband's ashes and said to Yamamoto, and then walked towards her poor home with the help of Yamamoto.

stroking her shoulder, Yamamoto said.

"The war in Manchuria is very cruel."

Yamamoto looked at the vast cumulus clouds. It was dark and it seemed that it was going to rain, and his voice became a little heavy.

"When we fought with the Russians, we killed many of them, and they also killed many of us, but more men in Russia put on military uniforms, and the source was endless. Before we kill them all, our resources have been exhausted, our young people have all died, and now the Chinese have joined in.

Miko didn't say anything, but let Yamamoto hold his shoulder and walk forward. Only then did Yamamoto realize that it was not the time to say this.

"Miko, I came back from Manchuria. Komatsu and I are in the same squadron. He is very brave, like a samurai."

"Yamamoto, the family doesn't need him to be brave. He also has to sacrifice his ancestors, pass on to his ancestors, and take care of his father and me, but why did he die!"

Miko, whose eyes were red and swollen, said in a daze. As she spoke, tears couldn't help flowing down her eyes.

Looking at Miko, Yamamoto took her hand with his right hand and said softly.

"If I can help you with anything, please don't hesitate."

Help, what else can I do to help?

He is a useless person himself. How can he still help Miko? Thinking of this, both of them stopped talking and just walked silently towards Komatsu's house in the southwest.

Whether Japan still has the ability to continue the war, but since the war has begun, it must continue. The same is true for the army and the navy. When the Russian Second Pacific Fleet was floating on the Gulf of Tonkin, after the warships were repaired, the combined fleet went to Zhenhai Bay on the west coast of North Korea. I trained hard there.

Of course, the first item of

training is shooting. A large number of live ammunition shooting. During this period, the amount of ammunition consumed by the joint fleet in ten days is equivalent to the usual use of the navy for a year. While the accuracy of single-gun shooting is increased, new tactics are constantly created from a small building in the town bay, and The training of the combined fleet is based on those new tactics and tactical requirements, and it is Mayuki Akiyama, the chief of staff of the United Fleet, who designed these tactics.

There are no friends in the mountains and counties. It is said that the army can capture Lushun, because there is Yuyuan Taro, and there is no Dongxiang. It is also possible to defeat the Russian navy, because there is Zhenzhi Akiyama. For the chief of staff officer of the Navy, who has designed tactics such as attacking Lushun before the beginning of the war, Akiyama Zhenzhi, has been thinking hard to defeat Lu. At this time, he found that he could not calm down. After a Russian-Russian war, Akiyama couldn't stand this kind of mental pressure and became a strange man. Now he is even more bitter to the extreme. In the room with the smell of sweat and smell of feet, Akiyama, who was messy, was competing with the fleet chief of staff Shimamura. On it.

"...It's impossible. The most dangerous thing now is not the Second Fleet of Luguo, but China, China, China, do you understand?"

Akiyama's roar was more like a desperate shout. He received a telegram from Akiyama Haogu, whose brother was surrounded by the Chinese army in Tieling. The severity of the Manchurian front mentioned in the telegram was far greater than he imagined.

"Now we have 240,000 troops surrounded by the China Guard Corps. In Kanto Prefecture, there are nearly 60,000 troops facing the Chinese army. The main force of the army has been completely surrounded. In order to win the excellent situation in Manchuria, we have mobilized 100,000 people. What are the 100,000 soldiers? The vast majority of the soldiers are in the age of 30 or 40. In the old age, the military Cao is a primary school teacher, and the officers are college students. The weapons they hold are even the Murata rifles in the Qing Dynasty War, and even the cannons that captured the Qing Dynasty. Can such an army defeat the Chinese army?

"If you are invincible, you can always maintain the battlefield!"

Suo Shimamura said softly.

"Now the battle of fate is the upcoming naval decisive battle between the two countries. As long as we win the naval battle, defeat the Russian fleet, and the troops of the joint fleet appear off the coast of China, then China will take the initiative to return to the negotiating table..."

"You are delusional!"

Akiyama really roared and wiped his hand on his forehead.

"The enemy is not a fool. How can they not know? If they wait until then, all the battlefield advantages they have gained now will be in vain, and they will definitely take action!"

"Action, can they destroy our army in Manchuria!"

Although he admired Akiyama's tactical achievements in his heart, Suo Shimamura did not believe his alarmism. Several naval officers knew about the land war. What's more, if the Chinese army wanted to act, I'm afraid they would have done it long ago. How could they wait until now? They also understood that it was quite One percent of the army was really anniversed by them in Manchuria. At that time, the two countries were afraid that they could only die, and there was no possibility of reconciliation at all.

"For China, they want to control the scale of the war far more than anyone else. They have forts, but what if they have forts? We also have a joint fleet, but after the second fleet reached Jinlan Bay and Beibu Bay, most of our merchant ships were nestled in ports. Many factories stopped production because there were no raw materials, even the Pacific route. If Chinanied the army was completely annitied, the scale of the war would inevitably expand, and the navy would not even need it. To bombard the cities of China, they only need to attack the merchant ships to China. Soon, their economy will collapse. Do the Chinese have the courage to expand the war?

"Seriously, Mr. Shimamura, I"

Akiyama will suddenly raise his head, with a trace of chaos on his tired face.

"I really hope to get the news of the China Army's full-scale attack on the besieged army now. If that's the case, I won't have to worry about the variables on the land. China people are by no means fools. They did it when the army was exhausted and our fleet could not deter them at all. They chose one. It is the most favorable time to force us to control the scale of the war even more than they do. Shimamura, I always feel that if the Chinese army will definitely do it, and it will do it in the most deadly place for us. If that's the case, I'm afraid we won't have it at all except for accepting the conditions of the Chinese people. Other options!"

In Akiyama's heavy sigh, Suo Shimamura frowned and shouted.

"Qishan, you should know that whether the whole day can win this war now depends on the tactics you have formulated. Do you have to use your energy on it? As for the army, they are worried about their marshals and generals!"

(to be continued)