allonlinenovel Chapter 789: Yamashita Tomoyuki's Last Telegram
Chapter 789: Yamashita Tomoyuki's Last Telegram
At the front line, in the 107 missile base, the officer in charge of launching the grandfather of bombs walked steadily up to Commander Wang Gong and began to report.
"Commander, our unit has successfully launched four bombs, each of which hit the designated target area accurately. The enemy's defense line has suffered unprecedented damage. According to the latest intelligence, at least one-third of the Fukuoka city area has been reduced to ruins, and the enemy's underground air defense system is in tatters, and can no longer form an effective resistance."
Upon hearing this, Commander Wang Gong's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness, and then he regained his composure. He nodded and said, "Very good, this is exactly the effect we want. Notify all units to immediately conduct a post-war assessment and adjustment to ensure that the second round of launch can be carried out smoothly in half an hour. This time, our target is the Mitsui Bank Building, the enemy's underground command center. We must destroy its core in one fell swoop."
"Yes, commander!" The officer stepped back and immediately went to convey the order. The entire base became busy again, preparing for a new round of attacks.
In the distant city of Fukuoka, under the shadow of the Mitsui Bank Building, the atmosphere in the Kyushu Corps Command Center was so solemn that it almost froze. The continuous explosions were like the roar of a giant beast, penetrating the thick concrete walls and causing the fortress hidden deep underground to feel an unprecedented shock. Thirty meters underground, Commander Yamashita Tomoyuki was standing in front of a huge tactical map, his hands clenched into fists and his brows furrowed.
He could clearly feel the tremors coming from the ground. It was an indescribable feeling of oppression, as if the whole world was shaking.
"Reporting to the commander, the ground shaking has intensified. Preliminary judgment is that the enemy has carried out a larger-scale bombing of the city. Some of our defense facilities have been damaged, and the energy supply has begun to become unstable." A staff officer hurried into the secret room with a hint of panic in his voice.
Yamashita Fengwen took a deep breath and tried to calm the waves in his heart.
He knew that every minute and every second was crucial at this moment, and any wrong decision could lead to the destruction of the entire Kyushu Legion.
"Immediately activate the emergency plan and strengthen the maintenance of energy supply. At the same time, adjust the defense strategy and give priority to protecting key equipment and personnel evacuation routes." He gave the order decisively, his voice steady and powerful.
Yamashita Fengwen clenched his fists, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness in his heart.
Facing such a powerful enemy and such destructive weapons, any defense seemed so fragile. But he also understood that as a commander, he must hold on to the end and fight for every ounce of life for his troops.
"Notify everyone and prepare to face the most severe challenge." Yamashita Tomoyuki's voice echoed in the combat command room.
At this moment, he seemed to have become the soul of this underground fortress, leading everyone to find a glimmer of hope in despair.
In the outside world, as the countdown to the second round of launches of the "Grandpa of Bombs" quietly sounded, the entire sky over Fukuoka City was once again shrouded in the shadow of death.
"Immediately activate the highest level of defense plan," Yamashita Fengwen ordered in a deep voice, "Strengthen monitoring of the outer defense to ensure that no enemy infiltrates. At the same time, prepare an emergency evacuation plan. If the situation worsens, we must ensure the safe transfer of core command personnel and important information."
As the order was issued, the staff in the command center took quick action and carried out various tasks in a tense and orderly manner.
Yamashita Tomoyuki stood in place, his eyes looking through the heavy iron gate, as if he could penetrate the barrier of the ground and see the Fukuoka city outside that had changed beyond all recognition.
In the dim and depressing command center, Yamashita Fengwen slowly sat down, his once resolute face now full of fatigue and helplessness. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm his inner waves, but the tension and despair that permeated the surroundings were like a shadow and difficult to dispel.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a wrinkled cigarette, his fingers trembling slightly from holding the cigarette tightly for so long. The moment he lit it, the faint flame flickered in the dim room, as if it was the only warmth in this desperate world. He took a deep breath, and in the smoke, his eyes became deep and complicated.
After a moment of contemplation, Yamashita Fengwen seemed to have made up his mind. He stood up and walked towards the telegraph machine deep in the command room with heavy but firm steps. Every step seemed to carry the fate of the entire Kyushu Corps and his deep concern for the future of the empire.
Arriving in front of the telegraph machine, he stopped and stared at the machine that served as the lifeblood of information during the war. His hands began to tremble again, not because of fear, but because of the responsibility and sacrifice he was about to take. He took a deep breath, tried to steady his fingers, and began to type on the keyboard one by one.
"On September 1928, 9, the enemy used unprecedented long-range weapons of mass destruction to launch a brutal and devastating attack on Fukuoka City. Every inch of the city was wailing, and the lives of innocent civilians were trampled like grass. The Fukuoka area was on the verge of collapse, and the entire Kyushu Corps was facing an unprecedented survival crisis and could be completely destroyed at any time."
As the text was input, a hint of determination and tragedy flashed in Yamashita Tomoyuki's eyes.
He continued to strike: "As the commander of the Kyushu Army, I know how difficult this battle will be, but I have made up my mind to lead all officers and soldiers to defend the glory of the Fuso Empire until the last drop of blood is shed. However, if God does not bless me and Kyushu Island unfortunately falls into the hands of the enemy, I implore His Majesty the Emperor to put the overall interests of the country first, temporarily put aside his dignity and anger, seek a peaceful path with the enemy country, in order to preserve the foundation of my empire, and wait for the opportunity. One day he will be able to make a comeback, recover the lost territory, and restore the empire."
Every word he typed was like carving a deep scar in his heart.
When the last word fell, Yamashita Tomoyuki slowly stood up and stared at the words on the telegraph machine.
He prayed silently, hoping that the future of the empire would be as he wished, even though at this moment he was ready to face everything that was coming.
"I have to admit that China...is no longer what it used to be." Yamashita Fengwen murmured to himself, his voice low and heavy, as if every word carried a thousand pounds of weight.
He recalled the Fuso Empire's military confidence and arrogance over the years, and how the defenses that were once thought to be indestructible were like paper in front of the Chinese army and were easily torn to pieces.
"We once thought that even if the war spread to our homeland, we would be able to defeat it with our Fuso's strength. However, the reality is so cruel."
Yamashita Tomoyuki's tone was full of bitterness and unwillingness. He had never thought that the neighboring country that they once regarded as a weak country would now have such a strong military strength and crush the imperial army that Fuso was proud of with a devastating force.
He closed his eyes, and a series of tragic scenes emerged in his mind: on the battlefield, Chinese tanks rolled in like a steel torrent, and wherever they passed, both the solid fortifications and the brave imperial soldiers were ruthlessly devoured;
In the sky, advanced fighter planes roared past, dropping bombs like a rain of death, turning piece after piece of land into scorched earth;
On the sea, China's warship fleet was rampaging like a giant beast, making Fuso's proud naval force seem so small and powerless.
"Winning battle after victory... they seem invincible." Yamashita Tomoyuki murmured, his tone filled with helplessness and deep worry about the fate of his country.
He knew very well that facing such a powerful enemy, continuing to fight hard would only result in the deaths of more soldiers and innocent civilians, and the future of the empire would fall into an even darker abyss.
"If we lose this battle, I hope Your Majesty can endure the humiliation for a while, in exchange for a future for Fuso..."