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"Use incendiary bombs on all of them!"

The captain in charge of loading the ammunition was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted.

His expression changed for a moment, then tightened. Without asking anything, he turned and shouted, "Did you hear me? All incendiary bombs! Hurry up!"

No one said anything.

Everyone has seen what Zhicheng is like these past few days.

People in the city were falling ill one after another. There weren't enough hospital beds, and people were lying in the corridors, courtyards, and even the open spaces in front of the gates.

A soldier, running a high fever, still gripped his gun and refused to let go, saying, "I can fight." He died the next day.

There was an old woman whose son, daughter-in-law, and grandson all had fevers. She took care of all four of them by herself for three days and three nights without closing her eyes. Her eyes were so tired they looked like a rabbit's, and she would ask anyone she met, "Do you have any medicine?"

Who did it?

devil!

Now Mr. Shen says to use incendiary bombs.

The soldiers felt a fire burning in their chests.

It's an incendiary bomb.

Blood for blood, fire for fire.

"Faster! Faster!"

He shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice booming through the airport, startling several ground staff who hurriedly sped up their work.

Ammunition boxes were piled up under the fuselage of the H-6 bomber, and were hoisted up one by one.

The bomb bay door was wide open, dark and gaping like a giant mouth, swallowing box after box of incendiary bombs marked with yellow circles.

The Q-5 is also being assembled; one by one, the mounting brackets under the wings are being fastened, and the ground crew are standing on tiptoe to tighten the fixing bolts.

Shen Wang stood by the runway, watching the bomb bay doors close one by one. Loading hundreds of tons of incendiary bombs was indeed a lot of work, but he wasn't in a hurry.

If it can be installed before dawn, that's fine.

It's too late today. Tomorrow morning will be the end for the Japanese devils!

The sun had already set behind the mountains, leaving only a last glimmer of red on the horizon, like a bowl of blood splashed on the sky, slowly spreading through the clouds.

The runway was lined with long shadows of people, pushing ammunition carts, carrying boxes, and climbing on the wings, busily moving about like a group of ants carrying food for the winter.

Shen Wang withdrew his gaze and glanced to the west.

Yuanxian is in that direction, and the 21st Division is also in that direction.

Don't worry, it'll be quick.

. . .

Eighth Route Army Headquarters.

The telegraph machine had been creaking and groaning all day, but it has finally stopped now.

When the telegraph operator handed over the newly translated message, his hands were still trembling, not from fear, but from excitement.

The vice president took the telegram, scanned it from beginning to end, and then scanned it again.

His lips twitched, as if he wanted to laugh, but he held it back and handed the telegram to the chief of staff next to him.

"Take a look."

The chief of staff took it, looked at it for a few seconds, and his eyes lit up.

"Epidemic prevention supplies? A complete set? And vaccines and effective drugs?"

"This was sent by Zhao Gang. He said that Mr. Shen has arrived in Zhicheng with a large amount of supplies, including protective clothing, disinfection equipment, a decontamination station, and streptomycin."

The vice president's voice was steady, but the shadow that had been building up in his eyes for days had noticeably thinned.

"They also brought an emergency chemical protection manual, which clearly explains how to isolate, disinfect, and use medication."

"good!"

The chief of staff slammed his hand on the table, making the teacup jump and spill water all over the table.

"That's wonderful! Mr. Shen's trip has saved so many lives!"

Another boss leaned over to look at the telegram, and after reading a few lines, his eyes reddened.

"Mr. Shen, this is truly... truly a timely help!"

"More than just a timely rain."

The vice president put down the telegram, leaned back in his chair, and let out a long sigh.

"Help!"

Mr. Shen's actions are always timely and impactful.

The telegram beeped again. The cipher clerk ran over, glanced at it, and then turned back to hand over the second telegram.

"It was sent by Brigade Commander Quancheng." The deputy commander took it, glanced at it, and finally a smile appeared on his lips.

"Mr. Shen said that he would take care of the Japanese."

The room fell silent for a moment.

"The 21st Division has already passed Yuanxian and will be able to advance to the outskirts of southeastern Shanxi by the day after tomorrow at the latest."

The deputy commander relayed the contents of the telegram in a flat tone, as if he were reading a routine military intelligence report.

Mr. Shen said he would handle it.

Upon hearing this, it was clear that the CEOs all breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the epidemic prevention supplies were delivered in time, it will take time to quell the epidemic.

But the Japanese are about to attack, and that's the most pressing issue.

But when they heard Mr. Shen say that he would deal with those Japanese soldiers, the bosses finally relaxed completely.

No one questions the value of this statement.

If anyone else said, "One person can take on an entire division," any of the executives present would think that person was crazy.

But it's different when Mr. Shen says this.

When has Mr. Shen ever disappointed anyone?

Their first appearance was when they rescued people from Beiping City and incidentally blew up the Japanese military police headquarters.

The second time, a man and a tank chased a large battalion of Japanese soldiers all over the mountain.

The third time they appeared, they captured a county in just ten minutes!

The fourth time, the fifth time...

Every move they make is earth-shattering!

Each time, they accomplished things in ways they couldn't comprehend, things they never even dared to dream of.

I believe this time will be the same.

"With Mr. Shen taking action, there's nothing to worry about." A CEO leaned back in his chair, his voice carrying a relaxed tone he hadn't shown in the past few days.

"Yes, yes, Mr. Shen must have some brilliant plan again." Another boss laughed along, his wrinkles smoothing out.

"That's right," someone chimed in. "I haven't been able to relax for days, but now I can finally breathe a sigh of relief."

The group chatted back and forth, their voices growing louder and their tone more relaxed.

The heavy weight on my chest seemed to have been lifted away all at once, and even my breathing became much easier.

The vice president listened without interrupting, but his smile grew wider and wider.

Suddenly, a low snoring sound came from the corner.

Several people looked over at the same time.

The CEO by the window was slumped in his chair, his head drooping to one side, his mouth slightly open, and snoring sounds rolling out of his throat, sometimes high, sometimes low, like a bellows.

He was still clutching a document in his hand, the edges of which were crumpled, but he was already fast asleep.

The room fell silent for a second.

Then the vice president smiled.

The smile was gentle, with an indescribable warmth.

"Old Huang hasn't slept a wink these past few days."

Yes.

From the moment they received news of the plague, and from the moment they received intelligence that the Japanese army was pressing in, these people hadn't had a full night's sleep.

During the day, they held meetings, looked at maps, and mobilized troops; at night, they guarded the telegraph machine, waiting for news.

When I get sleepy, I drink a strong cup of tea. If I really can't stay awake any longer, I take a nap in my chair. I wake up immediately at the slightest sound.

It's been three or four days, and neither of us has actually slept in bed.

it's good now.

Supplies arrived, medicine arrived, and the Japanese soldiers were dealt with.

After being on edge for several days, I suddenly relaxed.

"Go and rest, everyone."

The deputy commander stood up, his voice not loud, but carrying an uncompromising gentleness.

"Don't ruin your health. The battle isn't over yet; you can't afford to collapse."

The bosses stood up one by one, stretched, their joints cracking, and yawned as they walked out.

"Rest well first, then we'll come back tomorrow to see how Mr. Shen fights the Japanese!"

"That's right! There's no rush!"

"Even if Mr. Shen has all the tricks up his sleeve, it's impossible for him to defeat 100,000 Japanese soldiers in just two or three days!"

"Everyone, go and rest first..."