In the eyes of the Chinese people dozens of meters away with deep sadness.
Wakiitajiro pulled out his command sword with a bang.
It was a sword that had been passed down to the Wakita family for more than a hundred years. There was still a little bit of butter on the sharp blade. Only such a sharp knife could easily cut off a person's head.
With a ferocious look on his face, Wakiitajiro 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 wielding his sword and sheathing it with great satisfaction. 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 southeastern China and the most prosperous financial center in China, just like Yanjing, the largest northern city in China, has fallen into Japanese hands.
The Chinese people on the south bank of the Suzhou River could not conceal their grief and left quickly, unable to bear to see the Japanese invaders display their majesty on the positions where their own soldiers had fought for several days.
But no one can see it.
There is a transparent thin wire inside the hollow flagpole, and a piece of broken iron about 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 sheet collided.
However, a gap of tens of centimeters would not cause much noise, especially after the flagpole was cut off, and the cheers of "prosperous military fortunes of the empire" echoed throughout the battlefield by the 320 Japanese soldiers, it was even less audible.
Not even the nearest Japanese commander heard it, let alone the Japanese soldiers who were shouting so loudly.
At this time, the Japanese colonel had a solemn expression on his face, stretched out his hand to pick up the chrysanthemum-petal-shaped military flag, and suddenly displayed it.
The military flag with chrysanthemums surrounding the sun rises to the sky under the bright sunshine.
"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 didn't 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. The tiny flames were extremely powerful.
Extending downward at an exaggerated speed, a line of fire followed the corner of the wall, 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.
The Sihang Warehouse was too big, and the Japanese engineers couldn't just run all the way and leave everything outside.
As a result, these harmful soil and dust were piled in 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 directions of his fellow villagers and looking far into the distance, but the fire had already risen, burning his eyes.
Before I had time to marvel, a terrible scene happened.
With a muffled sound of "Bang!", the warehouse suddenly spurted flames around.
It was like an erupting volcano. Even though they were 200 meters apart, both of them could feel a burst of heat rushing towards their faces.
I also tell everyone a truth: when a fire gets 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 couldn't have burned like this in just a moment!
Of course they don't know that this kind of knowledge principle that was discovered in the future does not exist in their world.
If Tang Dao were here, he could teach them about the 'principle of dust explosion'.
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 this dust.
The high enough temperature, the gasoline factors dispersed 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 the soles of their feet tremble, as if someone had turned on a fire switch remotely, and the intense stimulation that raised their hairs suddenly disappeared in an instant.
"Baga! What's going on?" Jiro Wakiita roared angrily and turned to the Japanese engineer squadron leader who was watching the ceremony.
However, this time, he did not wait for an answer.
Because, "boom, boom, boom" dull explosions kept coming from the ground.
There was no smoke and no flash of fire. All the explosions occurred at least five meters underground, and the explosive yield should not be large. It was not as imagined that once the explosive exploded, it would blow up the behemoth Sihang Warehouse into the sky.
However, with each 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?
The Japanese troops on the roof could no longer maintain their neat formation. The previously domineering breasts and buttocks were no longer in sight. They were like little quails without their mother, scurrying around on the roof in panic.
That look gave me a very panicky look like, "It's thundering, it's raining, go home and collect your clothes!"
But only the Japanese soldiers inside knew what they were afraid of.
It's 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 stunned boss, and made a decision immediately. He took the lead and jumped into the corridor. He had to get out of here before the building collapsed.
As for the simplest thing, jumping down from the stairs...
It's 26 meters high. Do you want to jump to see it? If you jump down, you will die, and you won't be disabled at all. 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 these 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 was to lower his vigilance, even to the point of putting out a few hand grenades to make him think that they had used up all their explosives.
The Chinese succeeded. Not only did they deceive him, the 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 Japanese colonel's thoughts flowed very quickly, and many key points were cleared up in a thousand flashbacks. 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, along with the Japanese colonel carrying the flag of the 36th Infantry Regiment that had not had time to be hoisted, it took three seconds to turn it into a pile of seven or eight meters high.
hill.
Of course, everyone fled in embarrassment first, and after escaping the dust that was coming like the 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 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 clanging sound could be heard by the whole audience.
