bookrandom Chapter 632 The Japs Must Go to Hell
Chapter 632 The Japs Must Go to Hell
Mark Mitchell, a general known for his bravery in the White Eagle Navy, even had his uniform a little messy at the moment.
"General You," Mitchell said, extending his hand and shaking it firmly. "First, on behalf of the entire 58th Task Force, please allow me to express my sincerest gratitude to the Nanyang Navy for their timely radar warning.
Without your advanced equipment and vigilance today, the losses we suffered... would probably be far greater than this."
His gratitude came from the heart. If it weren't for those crucial few minutes of warning, the consequences would have been disastrous.
You Hongxuan shook his hand vigorously, a smile on his face:
"General Mitchell, we are allies, and this is our duty. It's a shame we couldn't stop all the attacks."
His gaze also turned to the huge ship with billowing smoke in the distance, with a hint of solemnity.
You Hongxuan also had to admit that the White Eagle Navy's damage control was quite effective.
The Essex-class aircraft carrier that was hit by a Sakura missile looked quite miserable, but it seemed that the damage had been controlled and the situation was improving.
This is the century-old navy.
Nanyang can rely on the special channels of Commander Zhang Chi to obtain a large number of light cruisers and purchase destroyers, light aircraft carriers, and shallow-water heavy gunboats from White Eagle, but skilled crew members and excellent damage control team members require a long time to train.
As a navy man, You Hongxuan still admires his fellow White Eagles.
Mitchell, who was sitting opposite him, sighed heavily and shook his head, his face showing a mixture of annoyance and a hint of helpless admiration for the enemy's tactics.
“No, you did the best you could.
It was us... who underestimated the cunning and... utter madness of the Neon people.
They first used the first wave of fighters and pilots, who were almost cannon fodder, to perfectly consume the fuel and ammunition of our CAP (combat air patrol), accurately seizing the window period when our fleet's air defense was most vulnerable.
And then release these... these damn, unprecedented killer weapons.
This tactic is extremely vicious, but it also really... hits our vital point."
He paused, looked straight at You Hongxuan, and asked the biggest question in his mind:
"General You, do you know anything about this high-speed flying 'rocket'?
It was moving so fast that our gunners could hardly keep track of it.
Is it using some new type of seeker that we don't know about?
Or is it a radio-controlled bomb like the Fritz-X or HS-293, like the ones the Hans used?"
As a naval commander known for his technical prowess, Vice Admiral White Eagle instinctively made his guess from a technical perspective.
You Hongxuan thought that Commander-in-Chief Zhang Chi had not specifically asked for this information to be kept confidential, and out of consideration for consolidating the alliance and sharing intelligence, he decided to tell the truth.
He motioned Mitchell to the chart table, picked up a pencil, and drew a simple but accurate outline of a cigar with short wings on the paper.
"General Mitchell," You Hongxuan said calmly, but what he said was enough to send a chill down the spine of any professional soldier.
"We call it the 'Sakura' special attack machine.
But it's not any precision-guided weapon like you might imagine. It's essentially a large, winged rocket packed with over 800 kilograms of high explosives."
He paused, looking at Mitchell's blue eyes that were gradually filled with suspicion, and then he emphasized his tone and revealed the cruelest truth:
"And its 'guidance system'... is a living person. A pilot is locked in a cockpit at the very front, too narrow to turn around. His only task is to steer it towards its target in the final stages.
No landing gear, no return possible, the hatch is mechanically locked from the outside. It's a... one-way trip."
"My God...what?!" Lieutenant General Mitchell's eyes widened instantly, the blood drained from his face, filled with incredible shock and a kind of physiological horror. He even subconsciously took half a step back, as if to stay away from this terrible concept.
"You mean... there's a person inside that thing?! A pilot who volunteered to die?! Jesus Christ! This... this is just..."
He couldn't find the right words to describe this behavior, which completely exceeded his understanding of war and military duties.
After a brief moment of extreme shock, there was immense anger and contempt that erupted like a volcano.
Mitchell slammed his fist on the solid chart table, making a dull "bang" sound, and growled:
"First it was the kamikaze planes, and now this... this 'human guided missile'.
The Neons...they're completely crazy.
They have completely abandoned the bottom line of being human. They are a group of lunatics who have been completely poisoned by militarism! Demons!
You Hongxuan looked at Mitchell, who was a little excited and lost his composure. He shrugged his shoulders, imitating the behavior of the White Eagle officers he had seen before. His tone was cold, as if he was stating a simple fact:
"They are all crazy, General. And the best way to deal with crazy people is..."
He paused, and cast his gaze again towards the aircraft carrier in the distance outside the window, and the Ryukyu Islands further away, which were occupied by the enemy and about to face a more severe attack, and spoke word by word.
"...is to send them all to hell."
This sentence, full of ruthlessness and ultimate judgment, was spoken in the slightly accented but extremely clear and fluent Ansa language, and it actually had a particularly heart-pounding sense of power.
You Hongxuan, a naval general from the Republic of China, gave all Chinese people of this era the only expectation for the Japanese devils - complete destruction.
Mitchell was stunned for a moment when he heard this, as if he was shocked by the bluntness and cruelty of the words. Then, the anger and distortion on his face disappeared, revealing a smile that was almost ferocious and relieved.
He patted You Hongxuan's shoulder heavily, as if he had found the ultimate resonance that transcended culture and language.
“Hahahaha, that’s right.
You are absolutely right, General You."
Mitchell's laughter, carrying the pungency of gunpowder and the pleasure of revenge, echoed in the bridge.
"Destroy all these damn Japs. Wipe them off the map. Leave no one alive. For Pearl Harbor, for all the good guys who have died so far, and for all the people they've killed."
Two generals, one from the emerging South Sea Republic and the other from the industrial giant White Eagle, stood on the bridge under the blood-stained sunset.
Different backgrounds, different experiences, but when facing extremely crazy and cruel enemies, the most primitive and direct anger and determination to destroy connects them closely together.
A great battle, where both sides fought side by side, inspired friendship. At the same time, You Hongxuan also instilled a belief in the generals of the White Eagle Navy.
The Japanese must be thoroughly punished.