And at the moment when the explosion point was detonated, the nails and glass shards on it, as well as those tiny steel balls, also flew out at the first time. Molotov cocktails filled with napalm near the explosion site were also ignited and exploded at this time, and then the ferocious flames were splattered in all directions.

Flames, fragments of destruction, and shockwaves of explosions filled the entire Ping'an Street block at this time.

This has become a living hell!

But fortunately, the people in this purgatory are the Japanese soldiers who rushed over. They would never have imagined that so many explosives and Molotov cocktails would be planted in this occupied neighborhood.

"Ah!!h

The screams and wails of the Japanese soldiers can be clearly heard everywhere. Some of them were injured by the explosion, some were killed by nails and steel balls, and many were covered with napalm that had been scattered everywhere with the explosion, and they became burning men.

Xiao Chuan was stunned by the explosions around him, and he was lucky that he was not directly blown up by the explosives. However, the shock wave generated by the violent explosion around him made him feel as if his internal organs were about to be torn apart.

The violent explosion sound lasted in Zhan Ping's ears for about a minute, and his eardrums were even cracked by the violent explosion, and blood flowed out of his ears.

And when the Japanese army was ravaged by so many explosives and napalm, Qin Chuan and his three battalion soldiers were already ready to attack, as if they were a group of wolves about to hunt the yellow sheep.

When the last explosion came from Ping'an Street, which was already filled with gunsmoke, Qin Chuan immediately shouted: "Rush!" Recapture Ping An Street !! Destroy little Japan!! ”

Shouting like this, he was the first to rush out of the position. And the soldiers behind him also roared angrily, like vicious wolves, and pounced on the Japanese position.

Most of the Japanese soldiers in Ping'an Street have been killed and injured, and only a few surviving ones are still in the smoke and dust, looking for their wailing comrades.

But at this time, the roar came from the direction beyond the gunsmoke.

The earth-shattering shouts seemed to make the ground tremble under their feet. Those Japanese soldiers who were stunned by the bomb subconsciously looked in the direction where the sound came from at this time.

Qin Chuan ran the fastest and rushed over first. He held a flower trap in his hand, and ran wildly while shooting wildly at the Japanese army.

He used up a magazine in just a few seconds. But his two Nepalese sabers also appeared in his hands at this time.

Because of the exponential improvement of physical functions, Qin Chuan ran in the smoke at this time, and those remnants of the Japanese army could often only see an afterimage, and then they felt that their necks lit up, and their throats had been cut by Qin Chuan with a Nepalese saber.

Behind Qin Chuan, hundreds of soldiers from the third battalion roared angrily while rushing towards the remaining Japanese troops on Ping'an Street.

Some of those Japanese soldiers also knew how to pick up the blackened rifle in their hands and shoot back. Many more are completely stunned.

As for the wounded soldiers who were still wailing in the smoke and flames of the Japanese army, they became fish and meat on the board, and they were slaughtered by the soldiers of the third battalion.

The violent explosion on Ping'an Street was also clearly seen through the telescope in the distance of Matsui Ishigen.

The moment the explosion began, he realized that something was wrong, and that everything could be going in the worst direction.

By the time the explosion was over, Matsui knew that the attack had once again ended in failure. And this time the loss is greater than any previous loss.

With such a violent explosion, he could almost conclude that all the Japanese soldiers who rushed into Ping'an Street were either dead or wounded, and there may be less than 100 people left to rush out.

The situation was actually more serious than he expected, because the soldiers of the third battalion were advancing too fast. The Japanese soldiers who were lucky not to be injured by the bombs and were not burned to death by napalm had not had time to retreat before the bayonets of the soldiers of the third battalion were already pressed into their faces.

"Kill !!"

In the smoke of gunfire, there was a mixture of gunfire and shouts of killing. The remaining Japanese troops also reacted slowly, and began to shout "Onboard (Long live)" and rushed directly to the soldiers of the third battalion.

And the few surviving Japanese tanks also started again and rushed towards the soldiers of the third battalion.

Fierce fighting continued throughout Ping'an Street, and the soldiers of the 3rd Battalion rushed into the smoke one after another, strangling the remaining tanks and soldiers of the Japanese army.

After the explosion, it took less time for the soldiers of the 3rd Battalion to retake Ping'an Street from the Japanese than it took for the Japanese to take Ping'an Street.

Just ten minutes later, most of the Japanese troops who were killed and wounded were already in a state of rout, and they were directly driven out of Ping'an Street by the soldiers of the third battalion with bayonets stabbed in the buttocks.

The little devil was driven away, but many of the little devil's tanks were abandoned on Ping'an Street.

The Japanese tanks were so heavy that it was difficult to steer through the streets that had been bombed into ruins.

In addition, most of the tanks have been turned into a pile of scrap metal in the extremely violent explosion just now, and only four Japanese Type 89 medium tanks are still intact on the entire Ping'an Street.

Three of the tanks, although the tanks are still intact, the members of the tanks have fled.

The other was shocked by the violent explosion, and all of them were killed inside the tank.

There was only one tank, a man in a Japanese officer's uniform, standing at the top of the tank, holding a katana, and looking at the soldiers of the third battalion who had surrounded him with blood on his face.

"Camp, there is a living one, or a middle one! I think eighty percent of them are the captain who drew with Ogawa. Wang Daliu said happily to Qin Chuan.

Hearing this, Qin Chuan rushed to the vicinity of the tank, and at this time there were already more than a dozen soldiers there, surrounding the man in the middle.

This Japanese officer with a bloody face was none other than Ogawa.

Although he was the only one left, he was still roaring at the top of the tank: "さあ、戦死はお前たちの手の中にあって、俺は無上だ (Come on, it is my supreme honor to be able to die on the battlefield)."

He is like the wolf king of a pack of wolves, who has lost all his men, but still refuses to stop fighting.

"Ogawa と引き分けたのだろうか (Your Excellency is the draw Ogawa!) Qin Chuan walked in front of the tank and looked at the bloody face of the battle against Xiaochuan Road.