February 7, 1990, on the beach of Guadalupe Island.
Night!
Gunfire was everywhere, accompanied by screams.
"Move closer! Bring the boat up along the beach!" Benjamin, holding a telescope, saw the assault boats impeded by a barrage of machine gun fire and, quite irritated, shouted his orders.
A Ro-Ro... storming the beach?
What a micromanagement expert!
The last one to die in such a way was the "Anti-Japanese Hero," "Brutal Mutaguchi!"
The 800-plus ton Ro-Ro vessel thundered forward, commanded toward the northwest section of the beach. Oddly enough, the bullets seemed to have eyes of their own, simply whizzing above the ship.
The hull remained unscathed?
This must surely be good fortune smiling upon them!
Thud~!
With a heavy impact, the Ro-Ro vessel lurched, making everyone on board stagger and stumble. Benjamin, gripping the railing, was excited, "Disembark, get off quickly, fellows, we have already won half the battle!"