The Beachhead Disaster-Pray for Divine Light

"Hey! Watch this. I'm definitely getting a Distinguished Service Medal this time!"

"Forget it. Maybe our flyboys in the Air Force and those sons of bitches in the Navy already blew every Japanese soldier on the island to bits with 60-kilogram bombs and 180mm naval guns."

"For three straight days, I heard the Navy fired 170,000 sexy, big-caliber shells!"

"Forget it. We'll flush those rats out of their holes, just like we did in the island-clearing operations before!"

Kirk carefully searched among the thousands of landing troops from the First Division. These optimistic US soldiers never dreamed that the American bombardment had accomplished nothing.

The Japanese on Peleliu Island had dug more than 500 caves and built countless camouflaged bunkers, difficult to spot and linked by trenches or tunnels. The First Marine Division was landing in the very area the Japanese had focused on defending. As a result, its troops suffered the heaviest and most devastating casualties during the landing.

Amid the optimistic soldiers, a tall boy who looked a little nervous and shy caught Kirk's attention.

He was Eugene Slage, the person they had to protect this time.

He had chestnut curls, a melancholy gaze, a handsome face, and a straight nose. His refined, well-educated bearing showed that he came from a family of doctors.

Wang Han's eyes immediately lit up.

"He's so handsome! He looks like Keanu Reeves." Wang Han was thrilled.

Little Fatty gaped. "Big bro, you'd better watch out for big sis-in-law. I've never seen her look this lovestruck."

"Ahem." Wang Han coughed twice. "How are we supposed to protect him?"

Kirk smiled. "You go protect him. We just need to keep him from foolishly landing on the beach."

The First Army Division was one of the units that suffered the heaviest casualties in the first