Republic of Korea in Yeokcheon - Chapter 56



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#56. Don’t surrender!

March 4, 1945, 12:45.

Wooooow!

“hmm? What is this sound?”

Ichiro, who was hurriedly loading machine gun ammunition into the fighter plane, raised his head when he heard a strange engine noise coming from somewhere.

“Chick show! It must be a fighter returning from training somewhere! “Let’s get to work!”

“is it? But isn’t it strange?”

“what?”

“The sound of the engine seems very different from the sound of our fighter jet, doesn’t it?”

The two armed soldiers stopped what they were doing and looked at the southern sky.

“what?”

A lieutenant nearby picked up a pair of binoculars lying in a corner, pointed them at the sky, and placed both eyes on the eyepieces.

The seagull-shaped wings reflected in the lieutenant’s eyes.

“Go, seagull? “Could it be Corsair?”

Eeeeenn!

Only then did the air raid warning sound.

“I am the enemy! It’s the US military! “It’s American soldiers!”

“Hurry up and launch the fighter plane! “If we continue like this, we will all die!”

Purr!

I quickly started the fighter jet and tried my best to take off, but it was already too late.

Piyoyoyoyo!

The Korean Air Force’s Corsair fighter jets, which the Japanese military mistook for the U.S. military, were late-model Corsairs that had just come out of the factory, with an explosive load of up to 1.8 tons and a 20mm cannon.

A total of eight bombs, four 100-pound bombs, began to fall on one wing alone.

Quack! bang! bang!

“Ugh!”

“Bombs explode!”

“Kwaaaak!”

The 100-pound bombs strung up on both wing pylons hit the fighter planes and bombers lined up on the runway, and soon the airfield became a sea of ​​fire.

bang! bang! Quaaaang!

Weeeeeee!

Several fast-acting fighter planes took off.

It was an old Nakajima Type 97 Ki-27 fighter, and the K-43 Japanese type fighter Hayabusa had long ago gone to the south and melted down, so it had no chance of being in the Kwantung Army.

In any case, Type 97 is also slow, but that does not mean that it is not a hero or threat in its own way.

However, as soon as I took off with firm determination, the enemy plane spewed a white stream from its tail and something flew by.

“uh? uh? “What the hell is that…”

That was the end.

bang!

The Shingung missile, which had been converted into an air-to-air weapon, flew in without a doubt and destroyed several fighter planes that could not even take off.

Most of the remaining air force of the Kwantung Army was lost in just one day.

Now the skies of Manchuria are dominated by the Republic of Korea Air Force.

10 o’clock on March 8, 1945.

Expeditionary Force Headquarters Command and Control Room.

“It looks like the Kwantung Army are in a hurry. “We are calling in all the units that protect the Manso border.”

“Ohh? okay? “Are you saying we’re giving up on borders altogether?”

“Do you think I would do that too? Does the Manso border make sense now? The Soviet Union is also in a hurry on the western front, so it is pulling almost all of its troops and deploying them to the west?”

“That’s right. And the Kwantung Army will no longer have a problem with the Soviet Union.”

“Anyway, it’s good news for us. ha ha ha!”

“huh? Good news? Why is this good news?”

“If this isn’t good news, what is? Think about it. Border troops never reach the nerve where the Kwantung Army headquarters is located in time. Because we have an air force now.”

“Oh, I see.”

“All you have to do is bomb it a few times in between. “If this happens, we won’t have to go to that distant border.”

“ha ha ha! “It will save a lot of time.”

“Is that it? Although it is toward the Soviet Union, the Hailar Fortress on the Khorombail Plain on the side of the Great Xinggan Mountains is a very fortress. These guys had built some kind of European star-shaped fortress, so we would have been very tired if we had been stuck there. But now, once you get your nerves, the game is over.”

The fact that the Kwantung Army gave up the Manso border and brought in troops actually helped the Korean Army.

“But we will also have to carefully attack Shin Gyeong (currently Jangchun). In particular, street fighting must be absolutely avoided. You say they set up positions all over the New Special City to prepare for a Soviet offensive, right? This means that Lin Biao did not use the siege and starvation strategy during the Chinese Civil War for no reason.”

“Yes, of course.”

Urban combat, especially in a well-fortified city where the enemy is holding on, is literally a nightmare for the attacker.

There may be a difference in this, but even if we were armed with modern, cutting-edge technology, it was of little use.

Therefore, from the beginning, Lee Kang-cheol repeatedly advised his generals not to engage in street fighting.

“We have plenty of time. “I slowly dry it and kill it.”

“Are you crazy? Are you planning to use the starvation strategy like Lin Biao?”

“Is that possible?”

“Then what are you going to do?”

“It kills hope.”

“Hope? “What are you going to do?”

“You will know when you watch. ha ha ha!”

“…”

March 12, 1945.

The 2nd Corps finally arrived near the nerve.

“As expected, we are the first.”

Jeong Seon-ho, commander of the 1st Division and 2nd Corps, looked at the Gyeonggi Special City in the distance with an expression of great emotion.

It was a splendid achievement 12 days after crossing the Yalu River, and it was even more thrilling because we had defeated Japanese troops resisting in various places along the way.

Currently, the 8th Division has come this far, and the 11th and 15th Divisions are in the process of clearing the rear.

“I thought the 1st Corps would take a few more days.”

Next to me, 8th Division Commander Yoon Han-su spoke.

“I guess so. “Because there are a lot of enemy troops there.”

“Then what will you do?”

“Division Commander Yoon is in charge of this place for a while and is surrounding it. “I have some business to attend to, so I’ll be back for a bit.”

“yes? “Where are you going?”

“I want to go to Harbin first.”

“Harbin? “Why are you there?”

“There is a monster, right? “A monster that eats people.”

“A monster that eats people? that is···. ah!”

“ha ha ha! “Do you understand now?”

“Tsk, I forgot. But are you going to go in person? “Without me coming back or sending the commander of the regiment?”

“No, I’m going to go there myself. I wanted to see it with my own eyes… “I wonder if such a devil really exists.”

“All right. “Then what about your medical history?”

“After checking with Albatross and the drone, Harbin Island as a whole has quite a few troops. I think we’ll need our entire division to take it over quickly. “You can rest here.”

“All right. “Please be careful.”

“Be on strict alert.”

“ha ha ha! You don’t have to worry about albatross. Do not worry.”

Jeong Seon-ho immediately led the 1st Division around the New Special City and headed toward Harbin.

March 13, 1945, 05:30.

30km south of Harbin (currently Pingfang District, Harbin City)

“Hey! cold! cold!”

Jeong Seon-ho urinated outside and quickly entered the K808 command armored vehicle.

“wow! Why is it so cold in mid-March? “How can we live in a place like this?”

“It’s a cold place to begin with.”

“I didn’t know it was this cold though. What is minus 3 degrees? 3 degrees? “Anyway, each regiment is in its proper place, right?”

“Yes, it is. “I’m just waiting for the division commander’s orders.”

“okay! “Then shall we begin?”

Jeong Seon-ho stopped rubbing his hands and put the headset on his head.

“He is the division commander. Each regiment just needs to carry out the mission. What you absolutely need to keep in mind is street fighting. According to the current drone reconnaissance, the troops are concentrated on the outskirts of Harbin and there are no special troops in the city, but if a street battle breaks out, put Patton in the lead as instructed, and if you think that is too much, just get out. “These are my guidelines and the Commander-in-Chief’s guidelines as well.”

– All right.

– Yes, division commander.

– yes!

“And keep in mind the 1st Battalion of the 11th Regiment. “We seize the target in the shortest possible time and pay special attention to prevent them from destroying evidence.”

– All right.

“okay! Then, the operation begins at exactly 05:40. “Everyone, take care of yourselves!”

March 13th 05:30.

Weeeeeee!

The K9 self-propelled gun of the 1st Division Artillery Regiment began to raise its magnificent gun barrel.

and.

bang! bang! bang! bang!

The K9 self-propelled gun spewed fire, and a heavy 155mm high explosive shell hit the target.

Kuaaaaang! Quang! bang!

As the Japanese military units on the outskirts of Harbin city began to burn with lightning, the K105A1 wind-wing 105mm self-propelled guns that followed each regiment followed suit, and even 81mm mortars joined in, pouring out mortar shells.

This method was the FM of the expeditionary force.

First, they are suppressed with firepower, and then with armor, including the Patton.

Only then does the K200 armored vehicle equipped with a machine gun or the M3 half-track donated by the United States fire K6 or M2 machine guns to conclude the battle.

How neat is this?

Of course, from the perspective of the Japanese military, it was absolutely mind-boggling.

First of all, shells come from far away, which is impossible for the Japanese military’s field artillery, and destroy all weapons that could pose a threat, including the field artillery.

If this happens, the only thing left is at most heavy firearms.

Then Patton came forward, but the problem was that the firearms the Japanese army had at the time could never destroy Patton.

Those large-diameter artillery pieces have already been destroyed.

This meant that a one-sided massacre was inevitable, and this massacre was being repeated in Harbin as well.

Meanwhile, troops of the 1st Battalion, 11th Regiment, 1st Division, led by specially supported M48 Patton tanks, rushed toward a huge square building only a few kilometers away from the division headquarters.

Harbin is also Harbin, but today’s main target was this place.

Kwantung County Quarantine and Water Supply Department.

More than 10,000 Chinese, Koreans, Mongolians, and Russians were subjected to human experiments in this shady building and died miserably.

Also known as Unit 731, or Ishii Unit.

The troops of the 1st Battalion split into two branches under the command of the battalion commander and quickly surrounded a huge unit measuring 6.1 km2.

“Shoot the front door! “Fire toward the front door!”

bang!

When the M48 Patton tank fired its main gun at the command of the 1st Battalion commander, the door, which seemed so sturdy, was shattered.

“The 1st Company is entering! “The 1st Company is entering!”

Following the Patton tank, members of the 1st Battalion’s 1st Company aboard the M3 half-track rushed into the unit.

“Kill all those with guns! These guys are monsters! “I’m not human!”

1st Battalion Commander Park Sang-gil was terrified as he watched the smoke coming out of the huge chimney.

I felt sick to my stomach as I imagined what on earth was burning there.

But he quickly shook his head and continued giving instructions through the headset.

“Kill those who are armed! “Let’s beat up the unarmed and unprisoned guys to the point where they won’t die!”

– yes? Battalion commander, this is the 1st company commander. Please check the last instructions.

“hey! Kill those with guns, and kill half of the unarmed ones! Even the higher-ups allowed this!”

– All right!

Boom! Empty!

Tadang! Ta-da-da-dan! Tadang!

There were gunshots everywhere, but it soon quieted down.

Instead, there was a different sound.

“You bastards! “You guys are human bastards!”

puck! puck! Pop! Sigh!

“Ugh! “Wow!”

“Ha, surrender…”

“Don’t surrender!”

“Keuuk!”

After about 20 minutes of this.

In front of 1st Battalion Commander Park Sang-gil, members of the 1st Company dragged what looked like a person who had been beaten so badly that his body was unrecognizable.

“What is this?”

“It’s this guy.”

“This guy?”

“Lieutenant General Shiro Ishii, commander of Unit 731.”

“okay?”

Park Sang-gil looked down at the squirming Shiro Ishii.

“Treat me!”

“Battalion Commander!”

“Take me to a military doctor and treat me! And then I hit it again!”

“Loyalty!”

Shiro Ishii, who had made a deal with the U.S. military and lived in luxury until his death, was not here.

You will suffer until you die and then go to hell.