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"Baka! It's an incendiary bomb!"

The Japanese were completely dumbfounded!

If it were a regular aerial bomb, you might be able to dodge it by luck.

But it turned out to be an incendiary bomb!

The Japanese soldiers who were drenched in the rain didn't even have time to scream.

The flames engulfed them in an instant, enveloping them from head to toe in a bright, blinding light.

Their hands were outstretched, but their fingers were melting; their legs were still running, but they collapsed after two steps, falling on the road, falling into the fire, falling on their fellow burning comrades.

In just a few seconds, it burned into a curled-up, charred mass, indistinguishable from head to toe.

Even the smoke was white, thin, and rose straight up, as if it were coming from a furnace.

But how should I put it, those who were burned to death were actually lucky, the kind whose ancestral graves were emitting auspicious smoke.

Those who only got a small splash were the ones who were truly unlucky.

A Japanese soldier was hit on the right arm by a sticky mess.

It was just a tiny piece, about the size of a palm, stuck to my sleeve, making a sizzling sound.

He froze for a moment, then subconsciously reached out to slap it. The moment his hand touched the lump, his fingers got stuck and started burning.

He screamed in agony, shaking his hand, but couldn't shake it off. The lump seemed to be stuck to his flesh; the more he shook, the stickier it became, and the deeper the burning sensation.

He used his left hand to pull it off, and his left hand got covered in it too.

Two hands were burning in front of his eyes, the flesh was sizzling, oil was dripping down, and the bones were slowly being exposed.

He knelt on the ground, watching his hands grow smaller, blacker, and shorter in the fire, letting out inhuman howls.

"Ah—ah—ah—!"

Each cry was lower and more hoarse than the last, until finally he collapsed to the ground, motionless.

Both hands were still raised, the fingers, burned to the bone, looked like two charred tree branches sticking out of the air.

Another Japanese soldier had his leg burned. A large patch of solidified gasoline was stuck to his right leg, burning from his knee down to his ankle.

He was in so much pain that he rolled on the ground, but the fire didn't go out. Instead, it set the dry grass by the roadside ablaze, burning his back.

He got up, hopped on one leg, took two steps and fell down, got up again and fell down again.

His voice was hoarse from shouting, and he could only make hissing sounds like a broken bellows.

Finally, he stopped struggling, lay on the ground, and dug his hands into the dirt until his nails were torn off and his fingers were covered in blood.

He just lay there, burning in the fire, twitching repeatedly, like a worm that had been crushed.

Some people even had their faces burned.

He was a young soldier, looking no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, with a youthful innocence still lingering on his face.

A splash of solidified gasoline splattered on his left cheek, covering half of his face.

He covered his face with his hands and rolled on the ground, rolling into the ditch, rolling to the other side of the ditch, rolling onto the edge of the field.

A yellow, transparent liquid was seeping from between his fingers; it was impossible to tell whether it was oil or melted flesh.

Finally, he rolled down the edge of the field and stopped moving.

He was lying face down, his hands still covering his face, his fingers were charred and stuck to his face, unable to be separated.

People are still running.

A Japanese soldier, engulfed in flames, burst out of the inferno and ran north along the official road, moving incredibly fast, like a burning scarecrow.

His clothes were burning, his hair was burning, and the skin on his face was peeling off, revealing patches of red and white flesh.

……

Two H-6 bombers, carrying a total of eighteen tons of incendiary bombs, plowed through the entire marching column of the 87th Regiment from beginning to end.

The impact points stretched from the front of the column all the way to the back, with a sea of ​​fire every few dozen meters.

The entire official road was transformed into a burning inferno.

Burning along the official road, burning in the ditch, burning on the field ridges, burning on the hillside.

The gravel road crackled and popped as it burned, sending stones flying everywhere with flames.

Fire everywhere!

White, yellow, and red, layered upon layer, laid out piece by piece.

The shadow of a person was twisting, shrinking, and getting smaller in the fire.

Some shadows ran out of the fire, took a few steps and fell down; others crawled out of the fire, crawled a few steps and then stopped moving.

Someone is crying.

A soldier with half his hand burned off knelt on the ground, tucking the severed hand into his chest, head down, his shoulders trembling, muttering something that was hard to hear, sounding like "Mom" or "pain".

Someone was shouting "Amaterasu Omikami".

A Japanese soldier who looked like an officer knelt by the roadside, his hands clasped together, bowing to the east, shouting "Amaterasu Omikami" with each bow.

Half of his face was burned away, revealing the bone and teeth underneath. His eye remained, just one, round and wide open, filled with fear and despair.

He bowed more than a dozen times, his voice growing softer and softer until finally he lay down on the ground and stopped moving.

The eye was still open, staring blankly at the eastern sky.

Some people were even begging for mercy.

A soldier with his leg burned off leaned against the ditch wall, his lips trembling, repeatedly saying, "Spare me, spare me, I'll never come again, I'll never come to China again."

But no one could hear it.

Fire was everywhere, smoke was everywhere, and there were charred, half-charred, and still-burning people everywhere.

The air was distorted by the heat.

Smoke is billowing everywhere!

Even some Japanese soldiers, if they were lucky, were not hit by the incendiary bombs.

But even in such an extremely oxygen-deficient environment, they wouldn't survive more than two minutes.

They wanted to breathe deeply, but sorry, the smoke was also toxic!

And it's highly poisonous!

The 87th Regiment, nearly four thousand beasts, were plowed from beginning to end on this official road, under these eighteen tons of incendiary bombs.

Of course, some Japanese soldiers were not affected.

However, these lucky individuals were so terrified by what they saw that their legs went weak!

Someone was squatting on the ground, holding their head in their hands, their shoulders shaking.

A man stood there, leaning on a gun, his face as white as paper, his lips blue, and his Adam's apple bobbing incessantly, as if he were trying to suppress something he was about to vomit.

Some people simply collapsed to the ground, staring blankly at the sea of ​​fire, muttering, "It's over, it's over, it's all over."

An old soldier knelt on the ground, kowtowed once to the north, then once to the west, and then once to the east.

His lips trembled as he chanted some incantation. When he finished, he stood up, put the gun in his mouth, and flicked the trigger with his toe.

……

at the same time.

The 88th Regiment, the 89th Regiment, the 90th Artillery Regiment, the Cavalry Regiment, and the Supply Regiment—none of them escaped.

It also suffered an unprecedented and devastating blow since the establishment of the unit.

The artillery regiment suffered the most.

When the incendiary bombs landed on the ammunition truck, the scene was like fireworks during Chinese New Year.

Shells exploded one after another in the fire, shrapnel cut off half the people on the street, the shockwave overturned the artillery vehicles, and the draft horses, their intestines spilling out, were still neighing.

The artillery regiment commander was standing on the command vehicle when he was hit directly by a secondary explosion of a grenade, and both he and the vehicle were reduced to rubble!

In short, scum!