Major Jō Chūo is dead!
He died without ever understanding how it happened.
Even as he was blasted into the air by artillery, countless questions remained in his mind. He had fought the Chinese for four years—he thought he knew what they were like.
But here, the Chinese he faced were completely different.
If he had known the enemy's firepower was this overwhelming, perhaps he wouldn't have attempted a "Banzai charge." He might have chosen guerrilla warfare in the jungle—provided, of course, that the enemy didn't use chemical agents to turn the rainforest into a wasteland, exposing them all in the open.
If only…
But there are no "if onlys" in this world.
At dawn, the Third Battalion had lost 21 men with 52 wounded, but the grassland and forest in front of their position had become a slaughterhouse—over 1,800 Japanese corpses lay scattered everywhere.
Before their lines, bodies were strewn across the land, and blood flowed like rivers!
