nucmednet Chapter 787 Despair and Depression
Chapter 787 Despair and Depression
People were either sitting or lying down, their faces filled with fatigue and fear.
However, in this seemingly safe shelter, people do not know that a catastrophe has quietly arrived. As the ancestors of bombs launched by the expeditionary force cut through the sky and flew towards Fukuoka City, an unprecedented disaster is about to unfold on this land. Those air-raid shelters that they thought could protect them may become traps of the god of death in the next second.
In the deep and secret command center of the Mitsui Building, thirty-five meters underground, this is the heart of where Yamashita Tomoyuki commands the overall situation. The walls are covered with combat maps and real-time intelligence briefings.
An officer with a stern face hurried into the command center, with a barely perceptible breath in his steps, obviously he had just rushed from the front line. He stood in front of Yamashita Tomoyuki and reported in a professional and slightly hurried tone: "Report to the general, according to the latest intelligence, the enemy did not launch the second long-range attack we expected. To be on the safe side, I have ordered all troops to quickly move to the underground air-raid shelter to ensure the safety of the personnel. At the same time, with the assistance of the army, the 300,000 people in the city have been urgently moved to the underground shelter in the northern district, and the resettlement work is proceeding in an orderly manner."
Yamashita Fengwen heard this, and his tense nerves finally showed some signs of relaxation. He slowly opened his eyes, with a look of praise for his adjutant's efficient execution of orders, as well as deep thinking about the current situation.
"Very good, your arrangements are very thorough." Yamashita Fengwen's voice was steady and powerful, revealing a calmness and composure after going through vicissitudes of life. "Our air-raid shelters and underground shelters were designed with the worst-case scenario in mind. The depth of more than 20 meters underground, plus the five-meter-thick concrete dome and the solid soil and rock layers above, form an indestructible line of defense. Even if the expeditionary force's long-range firepower is powerful, it will be difficult to penetrate such a defense."
However, as an experienced commander, Yamashita Fengwen knew the unpredictable nature of war. He closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, as if he was talking to every detail on the battlefield in his heart, and then opened his eyes: "But we can't let our guard down." He continued, "Let the outer troops remain highly alert and pay attention to the expeditionary force's every move. Although they have temporarily stopped long-range attacks, it does not mean that they will give up the attack. We must be fully prepared to prevent them from launching a general attack at this time and catching us off guard."
After saying this, Yamashita Fengwen once again reviewed the battle map, silently calculating the next response strategy in his mind. The entire command center was once again immersed in a tense and orderly working atmosphere. Everyone knew that every decision and every action they made would have a profound impact on the direction of this war.
In the huge and deep underground shelter in the East District, the dim light barely penetrated the thick dust, casting mottled light and shadows on every inch of space. This place was originally built as a safe haven to deal with natural disasters, but now it has become a temporary shelter for 150,000 soldiers. The air was filled with the smell of sweat, soil, and herbs, as well as a subtle sense of depression and despair.
The soldiers were either sitting or lying down, trying to find their own place in this slightly crowded environment. Most of them had a look of relief on their faces, a relief of having escaped from the clutches of death.
But more of it is the fatigue and confusion that are difficult to conceal. The simple bed sheet spread on the ground became their short-term sleeping place. Although the surrounding environment was noisy, in this rare tranquility, they still relaxed themselves as much as possible and let their tense nerves get a moment of relief.
In the corner where Shanmu Lei and Ono Fumiyasu were, the two were talking in low voices.
Shan Mulei's face was covered in dirt, the marks he left in the battle. Although the wound on his calf had been roughly bandaged, the deep red blood still seeped through the cloth, which was particularly glaring. His eyes showed both grief for the death of his comrades and gratitude for surviving.
"Yamaki-kun, it's great to see you here." There was a slight tremor in Ono Fumiyasu's voice. "I heard that your regiment's base was covered by the enemy's long-range firepower, and suffered heavy casualties." His tone was full of concern and sympathy for Yamaki Lei.
Shan Mulei nodded, his voice low and heavy: "From our regiment, less than 200 soldiers survived. The rest were blown to death. At that moment, I seemed to see the scythe of death waving among us. I was powerless to resist and could only watch my comrades fall one by one."
Ono Fumiyasu was silent for a moment after hearing this, as if he was trying to digest this heavy information. He looked up at the invisible sky above his head, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes: "It's good to be alive, although this sounds a bit pale. I really don't understand why the war suddenly spread to the mainland, and why China, which has been trembling under the pressure of our Fuso Empire, would actually launch a war against Fuso's mainland."
The conversation between the two fell into silence again. The whispers and coughs of the soldiers around them and the faint alarms in the distance seemed to become the background music of this silence. They all knew in their hearts that this war that lasted for nearly a month had taken too many innocent lives. Hundreds of thousands of Fuso soldiers had paid with their lives.
The Fuso soldiers, who have always been known for their fearlessness and tenacity, also felt what despair was at this moment.
Under the dim light of the East District underground shelter, several Fuso soldiers were extremely busy. They were wearing dusty uniforms, carrying half-person-high bags on their shoulders, and moving steadily through the crowded shelter. These bags were heavy, filled with food and water that the soldiers urgently needed - this was the hope of survival and the comfort after fighting.
One of the soldiers carefully untied the knot of his pocket, and the unique aroma of rice balls instantly spread, intertwining with the dust and sweat in the air, forming a unique wartime atmosphere. He gently patted the rice balls with his rough palms, trying to make them softer and more delicious, while whispering encouragement to the soldiers around him.
"Everyone has worked hard. Here are the rice balls and water that have just been delivered. Eat some to replenish your energy." His voice was warm and powerful, like a warm current flowing into everyone's heart. Soldiers cast grateful eyes on him. Some quickly took the rice balls and water and couldn't wait to eat them; others thanked him softly with tears in their eyes, which was the touch of mutual support between comrades.
Another soldier paid more careful attention to the wounded. He walked over to Shan Mulei and Ono Fumiyasu, squatted down, and asked softly, "Are you all right? Here are some soft food and water specially prepared for the wounded. I'll bring some for you." As he spoke, he took out a few specially made, easy-to-chew rice balls and a bottle of clean water from his pocket and handed them to them.
"This rice ball has shredded pork in it, and it tastes like home..."