Rise From Eight Hundred Chapter 170

Chapter 170 Heavenly Punishment?

In the deep and sad eyes of the Chinese people dozens of meters away.

Wakibajiro pulled out his command sword.

That is a treasured sword that has been passed down to the Wakiita family for more than a hundred years. There is still a little bit of butter on the sharp blade. Only such a sharp knife can easily cut off a person's head.

With a ferocious look on his face, Wakibajiro slashed at the broken flagpole that was surrounded by ten bags of sandbags.

A sharp sword flashed past, and the flagpole as thick as an arm was cut in two, symbolizing the fall of the Chinese military's 'military flag'.

The Japanese army's chrysanthemum-striped military flag has been held flat by the flag guard team, marching in neat steps towards the Japanese colonel who is proudly sheathing his sword. In less than a minute, the military flag of the 36th Infantry Regiment will be raised high. Flying over Sihang Warehouse.

Let the world know that the most important city in the southeast of China and the most prosperous financial center in China, just like Yanjing, the largest northern city in China, have fallen into Japanese hands.

The Chinese people on the south bank of the Suzhou River could not hide their grief and left quickly. They could not bear to see the Japanese invaders show their majesty on the positions where their soldiers had fought for several days.

It's just that no one can see it.

There is a transparent thin wire inside the hollow flagpole, and a piece of broken iron the size of a fist hangs from the other end. As the Japanese colonel cuts off the flagpole and the thin wire with a knife, the iron piece falls downwards, and the iron piece that has been dug to the roof of the hollow building hangs. Another piece of iron collided.

The difference of only a few tens of centimeters would not cause much noise, especially after the flagpole was cut off, and the cheers of "Prosperity in the Empire's military fortune" echoed throughout the battlefield by the 320 Japanese soldiers, it was even less audible.

Even the nearest Japanese commander didn't hear it, let alone the Japanese soldiers who were shouting so loudly.

At this time, the Japanese colonel had already reached out to pick up the chrysanthemum-petal-shaped military flag with a solemn expression on his face, and suddenly displayed it.

Chrysanthemums surround the military flag of the sun. Under the bright sunshine, the spirit of "bastard" rises to the sky.

"Mr. Zhang, let's go! I won't watch anymore." The rickshaw driver stamped his feet and couldn't watch anymore.

“Wait!” The middle-aged man in a suit did not leave. He pulled the rickshaw driver and pointed into the distance. "Fellow, look, there seems to be a fire in the warehouse?"

A group of red light lit up more than a hundred meters away, but because it was daytime, it was not very conspicuous.

Yes, the iron block and the iron sheet collided slightly. The sound was not loud, but it stirred up sparks. But these few small sparks ignited a group of specially treated tinder. Exaggerated speed extended downward, a line of fire along the corner, from the roof to the first floor.

The liquid made by mixing sulfuric acid, white phosphorus, and rubber with gasoline can become the napalm bomb that humans are extremely afraid of. It can be used to start fires. It is absolutely overkill.

It is most common to see black spots on walls that have been damaged by torches and explosives. Naturally, the Japanese engineers would not pay too much attention to these.

In fact, the Japanese engineers were very careful. In order to prevent fire, the mud and dust mixed with oil were shoveled up by the Japanese engineers.

It's just that human beings' subconscious habits have harmed them.

Sihang Warehouse was too big, and the Japanese engineers couldn't just run all the way and leave everything outside.

So, these harmful soil and dust were piled into the corner.

Unfortunately, this rapidly downward fuse is right at the corner.

As the flames gradually grew, the diesel fuel mixed with gasoline was ignited, and then the entire mound was ignited. The fire in the entire corner shot up with a roar, illuminating the entire first floor extremely brightly.

The rickshaw driver was still following the direction of his fellow villager, looking far into the distance, but the fire had already risen, burning his eyes.

Before I had time to marvel, a terrible scene happened.

There was a muffled sound of "Bang!" and flames suddenly shot out from the warehouse in all directions.

Like an erupting volcano, both of them could feel a burst of heat hitting their faces even though they were 200 meters apart.

I also tell everyone a truth: when a fire is big, it is the same as an explosion.

“What's going on?” The two of them stood blankly on the spot.

All Chinese and Westerners who saw this scene were stunned.

Whether it is dignitaries or ordinary people, it is difficult to understand how the Sihang Warehouse, which was just fine, turned into a fire-breathing giant beast?

Even if it was filled with firewood, it would not have burned like this in just a moment!

Of course they don't know that this kind of knowledge principle that was only discovered in the future does not exist in their world. If Tang Dao were here, he could teach them about the 'dust explosion principle'.

Dust explosion refers to when combustible dust encounters a heat source (open flame or high temperature) within the explosion limit, and the flame instantly spreads throughout the mixed dust space. The chemical reaction is extremely fast, and a large amount of heat is released at the same time, forming a very high temperature. With great pressure, the energy is converted into mechanical energy and radiation of light and heat, which is very destructive.

The warehouse was shelled and blasted by Japanese troops all morning, even after more than half an hour. Because it was a confined space, there was definitely a lot of dust.

Of course, the most terrible thing is that there are countless volatilized gasoline factors in these dusts.

The high enough temperature, the gasoline factors scattered in the air and some dust together formed this dust explosion.

Of course, the Sihang Warehouse is still strong enough. Apart from releasing a round of heat radiation to the surroundings, this wave of dust explosion actually does little harm to the main body of the warehouse.

The Japanese soldiers on the roof felt their soles tremble, as if someone had turned on a switch remotely, and the intense stimulation that raised their hairs instantly disappeared.

"Baga! What's going on?" Jiro Wakita roared angrily and turned to the Japanese engineer squadron leader who was watching the ceremony.

Only, this time, he didn't wait for an answer.

Because, "boom, boom, boom" dull explosions kept coming from the ground.

There was no smoke or fire. All the explosions occurred at least five meters underground, and the explosive yield should not be large. It was not the imagined explosives that would blow up the behemoth Sihang Warehouse into the sky once it exploded.

However, with every dull explosion, the behemoth Sihang Warehouse shook violently.

The dull explosions sounded like a barrage of cannons, and the Chinese people on the opposite side, who had been shocked by the incoming flames, were completely petrified.

Is this a divine punishment?

But the Japanese troops on the roof could no longer maintain their neat formation. The previously domineering **** and buttocks were no longer in sight. They were like little quails without their mother, scurrying around on the roof in panic.

That look is very telling: "It's thundering, it's raining, go home and collect your clothes!" ' panic.

But only the Japanese soldiers inside knew what they were afraid of.

It is death.

The dull explosions and the roof of the building shaking like waves under their feet all reminded them that the building was about to collapse.

For the first time in his life, Makino Jun did not talk nonsense with his boss who was still stunned. He made a prompt decision and took the lead to jump into the corridor. He had to get out of here before the building collapsed.

As for the simplest thing, jump down from the building

The height is 26 meters. Do you want to see it? If you jump down, you will definitely die. There is no such thing as becoming disabled. Although one side faces the Suzhou River, it is still seven or eight meters away, right?

“Baga!” Jiro Wakibata roared out the last two words of his life like a wolf, and they were also the two words he used most frequently in the past few days.

Before he died, he finally figured out why the engineering troops were able to discover the explosives buried by the Chinese. It was not because of how professional they were, but because the Chinese deliberately let them discover it.

The purpose is to lower his vigilance, even to the point of putting out a few hand grenades to make himself think that they have used up all their explosives.

The Chinese succeeded. Not only did they deceive his commander into a pile of explosives, but they also took away all the elite members of the flag guard and the 36th Infantry Regiment.

The thoughts of the Japanese colonel flowed very quickly, and many key points were cleared up in a thousand thoughts in an instant. The huge energy of the explosion actually came not too slowly.

After more than 20 explosions within five or six seconds, the once tall and majestic Sihang Warehouse looked like a pile of collapsed building blocks in the eyes of everyone who could see it with stunned disbelief, visible to the naked eye. of collapsing downward.

Together with all the Japanese troops on the roof who had time to run and those who had no time to run, and the Japanese colonel carrying the flag of the 36th Infantry Regiment that had not had time to be raised, it took three seconds to turn into a pile of seven or eight meters high. hill.

Of course, everyone fled in embarrassment first. After escaping from the dust that came like a wind and the remaining clouds, they waited for five minutes. The sea breeze blowing from the distant seaside cleared the thick smoke and dust to the point where people could see it clearly with the naked eye. After the degree, the scene reflected in people's pupils.

The missing warehouse defenders used such an incredible method to annihilate in one fell swoop the last elite of the Japanese 36th Infantry Regiment who thought they had won the final victory.

The number of big, yellow cats and kittens watching this scene in a trench not far from the warehouse was definitely less than a thousand.

A 90-type steel helmet that fell on the top of the mountain rolled down alone from the top of the hill made of reinforced concrete, perhaps because of loose stones.

The clanking sound can be heard by the whole audience.

(End of this chapter)

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