The huishan pier was busy. In addition to the machine-gun emporium, the Japanese, dressed in black naval garb, were assembling artillery and mortars and were already pointing in the direction of the gate. Huge warships were adrift nearby, the muzzle of their guns pointed ashore in the direction of Broadway. Three minutes earlier, they had received a distress telegram from their commander in charge of land defense, Tojiro Koinu, who, as a third Fleet subordinate, had to work together to fend o...
