Beckett had always fantasized that he would one day become famous. ,!

He worked as an actor in Hollywood for three years before joining the army, and his very lame role allowed him to barely make ends meet, but he couldn't get a ticket to high society.

Looking at his forgotten back and silhouette in the corner on the big screen, he secretly vowed to have the moment when the world's flash shone on him.

But the war interrupted his dream, and at the age of 28, he was required to serve in the military. Although he did not join the decent Navy or Air Force, as some Hollywood stars do, but joined the Army that others saw as the most unpromising of all, he could not contain the birth of another dream - to become a hero on the battlefield, and let the glory of that hero overwhelm all the flashes of the world.

But from the beginning of the Fijian campaign, he felt that reality was getting farther and farther away from his new dream.

Flares and searchlights will never mirror the battlefield as a stage, in the killing fields created by human industrial civilization, the metal and flames with the luster of death are the protagonists, and an ordinary soldier with a Garand rifle on his back wants to cross the distance of hell and become a hero is simply too far away.

When he also learned to struggle on the battlefield life and death, and was about to forget the dream in his mind, it seemed that the flashing lights of the whole world suddenly shone in front of him.

He'd never seen so many flashes, even more than the flashing lights gathered in front of the Chinese theater in Hollywood before the Oscars, and now they were all coming at him.

Maybe not for him.

Beckett narrowed his eyes that were dazzled by the flash, withdrew his somewhat misfocused gaze, and quickly remembered the incident that had happened less than 24 hours ago.

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"This is our territory. You damn yellow-skinned monkeys, go back to your hometown? Just as the platoon commander Frankimir was negotiating with the opposing Chinese patrol in front, the Gordo corporal next to Beckett suddenly opened fire in a rage.

"Spit and spit and spit on!" The rapid strafing of Thomson's submachine gun knocked the two Chinese soldiers on the opposite side to the ground in an instant.

And the Huaxia patrol team with only 10 people left on the opposite side immediately returned fire, and poor Ensign Frankimir was blown in the head by a bullet from the Suomi submachine gun.

The gunfire was like a signal, immediately triggering a pressure switch on the soldiers on both sides who were nervous because of the confrontation.

Even though several U.S. officers who heard the news tried to suppress the accident, there were more and more gunshots around them.

A friction accident between the two sides. It turned into a skirmish, and then it became involved with a large force of both sides guarding the vicinity of Hamamatsu.

When Beckett, who had been slightly wounded, suddenly withdrew from his superiors, more than a thousand soldiers from both sides who had gradually gathered near the nameless hillside near the Tianlong River had already begun to use machine guns and artillery.

Without waiting for his superiors to reprimand the unenlightened Beckett, he thoroughly taught him how to adapt the process that led to the conflict into an abridged and modified version. A large number of reporters and media rushed to hear the news and surrounded this young man who was closest to the fuse of the conflict.

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"Did you shoot the Huaxia people in the first place?" As a female reporter asked, Beckett saw a pen in her hand, which had almost poked his nostrils, twisting and twisting something in a black-covered notebook.

This couldn't help but make Beckett a little uneasy, recalling the hideous expression of his superiors, he couldn't help lowering his eyelids, and whispered according to the teachings of his superiors: "No! It was the Huaxia who attacked us first......"

"He lied!" Someone in the crowd shouted, "Here is the image provided by the Chinese, it was the Americans who fired the first shot!" ”

An uproar surged from the crowd. Instantly, the crowd began to pour back, and they all went to watch the video recorded by the Chinese people who suddenly appeared. Even though many of them were media reporters called in by Americans, they were carried around to find the truth.

"Liar!" When all the flashlights around him left, leaving only a disdainful scolding, Beckett, whose head was blank, muttered, "I'm not a liar, I'm just an actor." I'm not lying, I'm just performing under the flash. ”

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No one pursued the reasons behind the coincidence of the images recorded by Huaxia, and there were many reporters on the battlefield carrying cameras. Almost all armies have it. All kinds of images are valuable first-hand information, whether they are inspiring propaganda or used as analysis and teaching in the future.

That copy of the Chinese image without the slightest abridgement. The situation at that time is realistically reproduced, and even the sound is recorded.

The truth is revealed, and it is clear that the responsibility for this conflict lies with the Americans.

Zong Li, who was negotiating in Washington, immediately angrily rebuked the American representatives and loudly condemned the ambitions of the Americans.

The Americans wanted to justify, but they simply couldn't explain it clearly, and they didn't have time to explain it.

Just as the gunfire in Lexington sent a signal, not only near Hamamatsu, but also in Sendai in the north, and even in the waters towards the Pacific Ocean, in various areas bordering the military lines of the two sides. Friction and conflict have suddenly intensified and are escalating.

In just three days of emergency consultations between the two sides, nearly 100 incidents of friction and clashes broke out. From minor quarrels and spitting on both sides to group fights, cold guns, and the most serious to a certain American destroyer firing at the Huaxia cargo ship.

Relying on the cooperation of the clone spy, Meng Xiang could easily rub a small spark. It's like the Godot incident that took place on November 25 when the first shot was fired.

Although it is just a small spark that rubs together, it is enough to ignite the fuse of the war between China and the United States.

When the fuse is lit, many things don't need to be done by the clone spy, and the contradictions accumulated between the two sides will automatically erupt.

Of the nearly 100 conflicts, less than a third were planned by Meng Xiang's fuse, and the rest could only be expected accidents.

Compared with the disciplined and arrogant American GIs in the Chinese troops, they were more prone to accidents, which made the culprit of almost all the frictions pointed at the Americans, making the Americans irrefutable.

These clashes could no longer be suppressed, and the rapid counterattack of the Chinese army inflicted heavy losses on the Americans. The conflict between the two sides continues, and it is constantly expanding, but it is basically the Americans who are taking the beatings.

At this time, it is no longer possible for the embarrassed Americans to bow their heads and admit their mistakes and apologize.

It seems that only war is left in front of both sides.

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"Let's fight!" Both the high-level leaders in China and the high-level leaders in the United States, who had long been prepared, unanimously acquiesced in the expansion of the war ahead.

In the face of Chiguoguo's law of power, he can only rely on his fists to speak.

The main forces of the Sixth Army, after the latest round of reorganization of the United States, continued to converge along the Tianlong River. The Eighth Army was eager to try in the direction of Sendai, preparing to launch a large-scale battle against the Chinese army on the opposite side.

The Japanese, who had been following the development of the situation, were overjoyed when they heard this, and immediately cooperated in speeding up their retreat in Guam, the Northern Mariana Islands, the Philippines, and other places, and let more US troops in.

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"Are we going to strengthen our troops on the southern islands so that the US ** team doesn't come in too much?" Koiso Kuniaki really did not want to leave the impression of a nest prime minister for future generations, and the influx of a large number of Americans would undoubtedly mean the alternative fall and surrender of Japan.

"So who do you want to win? Americans, or Chinans? The Speaker of the Privy Council, Admiral Kantaro Suzuki, immediately gave a retort to Kuniaki Koiso, who was born in the Army, and shouted, "If the Americans win this war, our land will be preserved." And if the people of China are victorious, we will only have to destroy the country and destroy the species! ”

Hirohito was silent, no matter which one he was, his hat as a wretched emperor must have been buttoned up. Still, he leaned toward the Americans, who, while greedy, at least retained their royal status. As for the rest, I can't care about it.

"Come in, come in!" He could only sigh in his heart.

Seeing that the friction and conflict between China and the United States are continuous, a large-scale war is about to break out that will decide the fate of Asia and Japan, and the Japanese, who are the main battlefield, can only play soy sauce on the side.

After being annihilated by the Chinese army on the Japanese mainland, more than two million troops were annihilated, and the Japanese had not many troops to fight.

Moreover, the Americans still did not dare to reassure the Japanese, the Japanese army mainly guarded the Nagano and Aizu lines near Tokyo and the northwest direction, and there were not many Japanese troops on the Sendai and Hamamatsu lines, and most of them were guide cannon fodder.

Hirohito couldn't help but think of the numb expressions of the people taken in the main battlefield of Northeast China during the Russo-Japanese War, as well as the various methods of domination over the puppet Manchurian region after Japan's victory, and he couldn't help but feel an inexplicable chill in his heart.

"Thankfully, I already had the arrangement!" Hirohito thought of the huge figure of the lottery ship, and finally clenched his fingers and rejoiced. "Whether it's an American or a Chinese, don't worry too much about whoever wins! We already have a more abundant paradise! (To be continued)

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