Chapter 552: Smoke over Seoul
Smoke rose from Seoul as sirens blared across the distance. The Imperial Japanese Army Air Corps had been mustered and was in the sky. Its planes spiraled toward the earth below at terminal velocity.
And those were the ones not disintegrated before their smoldering wreckages crashed into the city’s streets. Artillery rocked the world, and those who lived within it.
Gunfire raged, fiercer, and fierce, and then softer. Until. Finally, only a few crackles here and there could be heard. Like the pitter patter of a storm in its final moments.
Then finally silence. The spring of 1932 brought with it a fierce offensive by the Russians in the North, who had spent the last year mobilizing 250,000 additional men to support what remained of the initial 100,000 who crossed into the Korean peninsula in the fall of 1929.
Time and again the Japanese refused to surrender, fighting until the last man, the last bullet fired, and the last blade in hand. It caused significant enough casualties, and an expense of resources so monumental that Russia was forced to halt its advance and wait for resupply time and again.
Despite their advanced technology and massive industrial output, transporting logistics across the entire Asian continent took time.
Because of this, the Imperial Russian Army had simply not fell upon the Japanese like a fierce tidal wave of steel and lead.
Instead, minimizing casualties through advanced tactics learned from the Germans and the advisors sent to ensure that the Russians had properly integrated with Bruno’s doctrine.
Major General Georgy Zhukov had been given the task of taking Seoul, and he now walked in its streets.
The Imperial Japanese Army which defended the occupied city lie dead in the streets, not a single one willing to surrender. To do so would be to dishonor their fallen emperor.