Sato Kenichi's expression shifted, and he hesitated before speaking.
"Excellency, if we do that, the scale will be too great. I'm afraid..."
"Afraid of what?" Tojo Hideki whipped around and glared at him viciously.
"Don't they have new planes? Don't they think they can fight us in the air?"
"Good!"
"Then I'll fight them!"
"I'll crush them with sheer numbers! I'll wear them down with a sea of planes!"
"I'll fill every inch of the sky over Fengtian with our empire's fighter jets! I'll make every drop of their aviation fuel a luxury!"
"Let's see whether they have more pilots, or I have more planes!"
Seeing Tojo Hideki's almost crazed expression, Sato Kenichi swallowed and forced every word of advice back down his throat.
He knew that the Commander could no longer hear anyone's opinions.
He bowed deeply.
"Understood!"
Pine Town.
It could no longer be called a town.
This was a gigantic Meat Grinder.
Shellfire had plowed every inch of earth over and over again, who knew how many times. Between the shattered walls, blackened craters lay packed together, too many to count.
Since the fighting had begun, the Japanese Army's attacks had grown more ferocious with every wave.
Their forces had swelled from an initial probing regiment to more than two divisions.
But the men they faced were Kanto Men with a bellyful of rage.
The Kanto Forest Guard Army, a force Master Wang had brought together, was a motley crew: bandits, hunters, local militia, and even a few thugs and hoodlums with nowhere else to turn.
But now, they had only one identity.
Soldiers defending their homes and country.
Street fighting, sniping, traps—and some even strapped explosives to themselves and jumped from rooftops, taking Japanese light tanks with them in a mutual destruction.
The battle's savagery rivaled