Rise From Eight Hundred

In the deep sorrowful eyes of the Chinese people dozens of meters away.

Jiro Wakita drew out his command knife with a clang.

It was a precious knife that had been passed down in the Wakita family for more than a hundred years. There was still some butter on the sharp blade. Only such a sharp knife could easily cut off a person's head.

Jiro Wakita swung his knife with a ferocious face and chopped the broken flagpole surrounded by more than ten bags of sandbags.

The sharp blade flashed, and the flagpole as thick as a child's arm was cut in half, representing the fall of the Chinese military's "military flag".

The Japanese army's chrysanthemum striped military flag had been held flat by the flag guard team, and they marched in neat steps towards the Japanese colonel who was proud of shrewdly sheathing his sword. In less than a minute, the military flag of the 36th Infantry Regiment would fly high above the Sihang Warehouse.

Announce to the world that China's southeastern city, China's most prosperous financial center, like China's largest northern city---Yanjing, has been completely in the hands of the Japanese.

The Chinese people on the south bank of Suzhou River could not hide their grief and hurried to leave, unable to bear to see the Japanese invaders show their power on the battlefield where their soldiers had fought for several days.

But no one could see it.

There was a transparent thin wire inside the hollow flagpole, and a fist-sized piece of broken iron was hanging on the other end. As the Japanese colonel cut off the flagpole and the thin wire with a knife, the iron block fell down and collided with another piece of iron sheet that had been dug to the hollow roof.

However, a drop of tens of centimeters would not cause much noise, especially after the flagpole was cut off, and the cheers of "The Empire's Military Fortune Prospered" resounding throughout the battlefield by 320 Japanese soldiers were even more inaudible.

Even the nearest Japanese colonel did not hear it, not to mention the Japanese soldiers who were shouting vigorously.

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

The military flag with chrysanthemums surrounding the sun was in the bright sunshine, and the "turtle" spirit rose to the sky.

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

"Wait!" The middle-aged man in a suit didn't leave, but pulled the rickshaw driver and pointed to the distance. "Fellow villager, look, why does the warehouse seem to have a fire?"

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

Yes, the slight collision of iron blocks and iron sheets did not make a loud sound, but it aroused sparks, but these few small sparks ignited a group of specially treated ignition materials, and the tiny flames extended downward at an extremely exaggerated speed, and a line of fire followed the corner of the wall from the roof to the first floor.

The liquid made of sulfuric acid, white phosphorus, rubber and gasoline can become the napalm bomb that humans are extremely afraid of. It is absolutely a waste of resources to use it as a fire starter.

It was common to see black spots on the walls destroyed by torches and explosives, and the Japanese engineers naturally did not pay much attention to them.

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

However, human subconscious habits harmed them.

The Sihang Warehouse was too big, and the Japanese engineers could not run far away to throw everything outside.

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

Unfortunately, this fast-down fuse was in the corner.

As the flames gradually grew, the diesel mixed with gasoline was also ignited, and then the whole pile of soil was ignited. The fire in the corner of the wall rose up with a "boom", illuminating the entire first floor.

The rickshaw driver was still looking far away in the direction his fellow villager pointed, and the fire had already risen, burning his eyes.

Before he could exclaim, a terrible scene happened.

With a muffled sound of "bang!", the warehouse suddenly spewed flames all around.

It was like an erupting volcano. Even though they were 200 meters apart, the two could feel a burst of heat coming towards them.

It also tells everyone a truth: a big fire is the same as an explosion.

"What's going on?" The two stood there in shock.

All the Chinese and Westerners who saw this scene were stunned.

Whether it was dignitaries or ordinary people, it was difficult to understand why the Sihang Warehouse, which was fine just now, became a giant beast that could spit fire?

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

Of course, they didn't know that this kind of knowledge principle that was discovered in the future was not in their world.

If Tang Dao was here, he could give them a popular science introduction on what the "dust explosion principle" is.

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

The warehouse was bombarded and blasted by the Japanese army for a whole morning. Even if it was more than half an hour, because it was a closed space, there was definitely a lot of dust.

Of course, the most fatal 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. In addition to venting a round of heat radiation to the surroundings, this wave of dust explosion is actually not very harmful to the main body of the warehouse.

The Japanese soldiers on the rooftop felt their feet tremble, as if someone had remotely turned on a *** switch, and the intense stimulation of the hair standing on end disappeared instantly.

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

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

Because, "boom boom boom" dull explosions continued to come from underground.

There was no smoke, no flash of fire, all the explosions were at least five meters underground, and the explosive equivalent should not be large, and it was not as imagined that once the explosives exploded, the behemoth Sihang Warehouse would be blown up to the sky.

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

The dull explosions continued like a string of cannons, and the Chinese people on the opposite side, who had been startled by the sudden flames, were completely petrified.

Is this a punishment from heaven?

The Japanese soldiers on the rooftop could no longer maintain their neat formation. Their arrogant chests and buttocks disappeared. They were as frightened as little quails without their mothers, running around on the rooftop.

They looked like a panicked quail, “It’s thundering, it’s raining, go home and collect your clothes!”

But only the Japanese soldiers in the middle of the building knew what they were afraid of.

It was death.

The dull explosions and the rooftop shaking like waves under their feet were telling them one thing: the building was going to collapse.

For the first time in his life, Makino Shun didn’t talk nonsense with his boss who was still dumbfounded. He made a quick decision and led the first to jump into the corridor. He had to leave here before the building collapsed.

As for the simplest one, jumping down from the building...

26 meters high, why don’t you try it? Jumping down will definitely kill you, and 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 Wakiita howled out the last two words of his life, which were also the two words he used most frequently in the past few days.

Before he died, he finally figured out why the engineering corps could find the explosives buried by the Chinese. It was not because they were so professional, but because the Chinese deliberately let them find it.

The purpose was to lower his vigilance, and even put grenades, which were probably not many, to make him think that their explosives had been used up.

The Chinese succeeded. Not only did they trick him, the colonel, into the pile of explosives, but they also wiped out all the elites of the flag guard and the 36th Infantry Regiment.

The Japanese colonel's thoughts flowed quickly, and he thought through many key points in an instant. The huge energy of the explosion was actually not slow.

After more than 20 explosions in five or six seconds, the once tall and majestic Sihang Warehouse, in the stunned and unbelievable eyes of all those who could see it, was like a pile of collapsed building blocks, visibly collapsed downwards.

With all the Japanese soldiers on the roof who had time to run and those who didn't, and the Japanese colonel holding the flag of the 36th Infantry Regiment that hadn't been raised yet, it took three seconds to turn into a small hill seven or eight meters high.

Of course, this was the scene that appeared in people's pupils after everyone fled in a panic and avoided the dust that was like a wind and clouds. After waiting for five minutes, the sea breeze blowing from the distant seashore cleared the thick smoke and dust to the extent that people could see it clearly with their naked eyes.

The missing warehouse defenders actually wiped out the last elite of the 36th Infantry Regiment of the Japanese Army who thought they had won the final victory in such an incredible way.

The number of the shit-yellow cats and kittens who were stunned and watching this scene in the trenches not far from the warehouse was definitely less than a thousand.

A Type 90 steel helmet that fell on the top of the mountain may have rolled down from the top of the small hill made of reinforced concrete alone because of the looseness of the stones.

The sound of ding-dong-dong could be heard by the whole audience.