Lowpe
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From all across the Empire, Tanaka's pleas for help were heard: At Wyndham, victorious elements of the 1st Raiding Regiment worked to clear the airfield as transports touched down unloading men and materials...soon IJA fighter planes arrived doing a victory roll over the airfield before touching down. Tomorrow they would be in mortal combat over the contested landings at Derby facing a hodgepodge of Allied fighters: the dreaded Lightning, the Airacobra and Kittyhawks. In addtion, the IJAAF was sending a very low bombing raid of Helens to hit the Allied airfields, their only escort, the unproven KAI Dinah. This raid was going to go screaming in very low...would there be balloons? Over the invasion fleet itself, now damaged from some air attacks, the workhorse, the A6M2 would fly, but now joined by the latest IJA fighter the KI43IIa Oscar. Army and Navy rivalries forgotten in the press of the moment. The IJN was rushing in men and materials, two tank regiments would now steam full speed for Derby...their plans hastily changed to Derby, while Captain Nishidia would bring the Kongo and Hei in to attack the 4th Australian Division, and remain in harms way, looking for a second bombardment or to draw off Allied bombers from the transports. At Soerabaja, a reserve infantry division, the 38th, one of the four shattered division from early July's debacles on Java, hastily loaded onto waiting ships...their destination Derby! At Derby, the cauldron of battle swirled, ebbed and flowed. The transports had disgorged all but support squads, the cooks, the division band, were scheduled all land, plus needed ammunition and food. But would they get the chance to...where was the Prince of Wales? And would the fighter coverage be strong enough? And on the beach itself, struggling under the withering fire from the Australians, the 21st ID stood battered, but dauntless. Their morale, if anything, had improved since their landing for now each soldier had a chance to fight and die for the Empire! In times of crisis there could be but one call: BANZAI! And at the center of the hurricane stood one man. He stood tall, sword of his Fathers' at his waist, the Nambu counterbalancing the sword....could he be anything but victorious?
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