"Vengeful Spirit Dragon, enter the drop zone and begin dropping!”
The first wave of B-29 bomber formation entered the sky above the intended target. They opened the bomb bay towards the Japanese's front traffic moat hub and the main fortifications on the front line. Under the operation of the bombarder, they dropped the 7-ton gasoline bomb on the plane.
The five B-29 wingmen following closely behind the lead aircraft also dropped their bombs. Nearly 40 tons of napalm bombs whistled down from the sky.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
At an altitude of 200 meters, the napalm bombs exploded one after another, turning into densely packed bomblets that rolled down from the sky. These bomblets without tails would accumulate more centrifugal force during the rolling process. Once they exploded, the napalm inside could splash further on the ground.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Countless dazzling orange fireballs rose from the ground. The light even covered the flares in the sky, causing the reporters on the high ground to see double images. However, they gritted their teeth and continued to take photos.
The terrifying heat wave swept over in the summer wind, evaporating the moisture in the soil at the front line of the 52nd division's defense line a kilometer away. The wet soil that had rained a few days ago dried up in an instant, steaming the faces of the soldiers at the front line like they were on fire. Some of their hair and eyebrows were even slightly curled up by the steam.
The soldiers held their painful faces and looked at each other. They were secretly glad that their superiors had ordered them to abandon the frontline that they had taken from the 11th Brigade. Otherwise, if they had advanced a few hundred meters…
On the other side of the Japanese camp, apart from the occasional explosion of ammunition, the area that was hit by the incendiary bombs was dead silent. On the other hand, a little further away from the landing point, countless fire people climbed out of the red hot fortifications and struggled desperately on the ground. The flames rolled more and more. The Japanese people on the side wanted to save them, but they were also on fire when they touched them.
Taro Inoue, who was still boasting proudly just now, dropped a bomb near the exit of his fortifications. A wave of scorching fire instantly rolled up, burning the Japanese in the fortifications until they screamed.
"Burn bombs?"
The squad leader who was near the door, whose face was scalded, said subconsciously. As soon as he opened his mouth, steam instantly came out of his respiratory tract. He covered his throat and rolled on the ground.
"Ahhhhh…"
A Japanese soldier covered in fire rolled to the entrance of the fortifications. As he struggled, many balls of fire were thrown out of his body. These were napalm stuck to his body. Taro Inoue saw that the balls of fire hit a few of the soldiers in the fortifications. The soldiers were also burned. He pulled out his pistol in horror.
"Sorry, I can't die here.”
Pa, pa, pa, pa…
After firing a full magazine and killing all the people on fire, Dalang Inoue covered his mouth and nose and shouted at the soldiers,""Block the door!"
The remaining soldiers seemed to have woken up from a dream. They pushed a desk that had been transformed from a cannonball box in the bunker and blocked the door.
The burning air no longer blew in, but the burning corpses in the room emitted thick smoke.
"Cough cough cough…"
After a moment of silence, the Japanese in the room coughed at the same time. Each cough was more intense than the last, and they were about to cough their lungs out.
The temperature was still rising. The burnt smell came not only from the corpses but also from their red and swollen skin.
" Dameiga, Inoue Chief, we can't take it anymore. There's not enough air…" One of the Japanese men didn't even finish his sentence before he fell headfirst.
Boom!
The fortifications next door exploded, and there was a violent tremor. Taro Inoue suddenly remembered that these fortifications were not only used to hide people. There were cubicles inside, and the cubicles were full of ammunition. Being roasted by the fire like this...
He turned his neck stiffly and saw a pile of red cannonballs in the storage warehouse one door away.
If the shells were filled with TNT, nothing would happen, but the Japanese's shells were filled with picric acid explosives...
"Run!"
Boom!
As soon as he pulled the desk that was blocking the door open, an explosion swept through the already roasted red fortification. The storage warehouse was blown to pieces. Taro Inoue jumped with all his might and jumped over the half-opened desk. The remaining shock wave did not find him, but the wooden blocks and earth on the top of the collapsed fortification pressed him down.
"Ahhhhh!"
The sound of his bones breaking made him want to faint. The red-hot rocks that were pressing on him and the flames inside the fortifications instantly made a sizzling sound of frying him. Only the upper body of Taro Inoue was left outside the ruins. Feeling the heat of the flames, a familiar scene appeared in his mind.
It was a disabled Chinese farmer who was begging with his mother. When he and a few Japanese soldiers met in northern Hebei, they pressed the disabled farmer into the military stove and roasted him. The old and skinny mother begged desperately, but he kicked her away until her son was roasted to death.
"Kasang…"
Taro Inoue suddenly overlapped the face of his mother, who was far away in China, with the face of his despairing Chinese mother. A sense of despair enveloped him.
As his only son, after he died here, those polite and ruthless relatives of the Wei Nation would only split his pension and chase his mother out of that shabby house in Yamagata Prefecture to fend for herself.
"Kasang, Guomaina…I'm sorry…"
Before his death, Taro Inoue remembered that a week after the sin he committed, he saw the beggar's mother at the station. She starved to death by a dirt road, her mouth stuffed with dead branches, leaves, and roots that she had not swallowed.
The dried up corpse curled up on the ground was so similar to her mother's body.
Was this…retribution?
Boom!
There was another explosion, and more debris fell on his body, making his body that had been numb from the heat come alive again. He felt intense pain.
Despair, the despair brought about by the longing for life, shrouded his dying soul. The raging fire seemed to have burned away the hostility in his heart, leaving only regret. He knew that the powerful Chinese army in front of him would definitely take revenge on their homeland and make them pay for their sins. He was extremely regretful. Why did he come to China and why did he create so much hatred?
"Ah!" Taro Inoue let out a howl and looked up at the sky of Huaxia. He shouted,"Is this retribution? Even if I only have half of my body left, I can still go to the workshop to do crafts. I can also bring my mother to beg. Please give our family a way out!”
"Taxi Gada! Help!"
As if in response to his prayers, a few figures appeared in the distance of the red smoke.
"Taxi Gada!" His heart, which was on the verge of dying from the flames, began to beat rapidly. He shouted for help, ignoring the Hou Yi Army uniform on his opponent.
The other party walked over, and the hatred in the eyes of the Chinese soldiers made him completely cold.
Yes, he had committed so many sins. What right did he have to beg the other party to let him off?
" Water, please give me some water…" Taro Inoue looked at the water bottle hanging on her waist with a nearly devout attitude.
"F * cking Japanese, you can slowly burn here!”The soldier from Houyi's army cursed in Chinese and picked up a few pieces of wood that were scattered on the ground. He threw them at Taro Murakami and turned to leave.
The wooden blocks weighed less than a pound, but they represented the deep hatred of the Chinese.
" Pull…pull me…" Taro Inoue, who didn't know Chinese, used his hands to push away the wood on his body and shouted out the only Chinese he knew.
He had learned this Chinese from the Chinese beggar he had burned alive.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
In the distance, napalm bombs were still falling, and half of the sky was dyed in blood-red flames.
The other party left without looking back and walked back to his own camp, leaving Taro Inoue alone in the fire, gradually swallowed by the darkness.
"Taxi Gada…"
"Pull me…Pull me…"
"Kasang…"
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