"Detonate!" Bazel saw that the time was ripe and gave an order.

The sappers, who had been prepared for a long time, pressed the electric gate with all their might, only to hear a series of loud "booms", and one or two violent explosions occurred next to each street.

The explosion was secondary, the oil drums and flames that were kicked off by the shock wave were the main ones, and they quickly ignited the surrounding ruins that had been infiltrated by gasoline, which made them ignite like torches.

Then, the flames spread like dominoes to other places, and in a short time the western half of Tengeteng was burning, and from a distance it looked like a city of fire.

And the British army was inside.

So the mournful shouts soon rang out, and at that moment, Qin Chuan really realized what "ghost crying and howling" was...... Some of the screams were like wolf roars, some were like monkey screams, and some were like the sounds of some kind of birds, but no matter what they were, they were desperate cries made by struggling with the last bit of strength in extreme pain, and it was like an ice blade plunging straight into the depths of Qin Chuan's soul, making Qin Chuan shiver even in front of the high temperature of this desert and flames.

Then Qin Chuan saw some people in the flames, to be precise, fire people, they were like evil ghosts from hell, waving their hands and running around the streets and buildings, and some were rolling on the ground, as if they wanted to extinguish the flames on their bodies...... But this is obviously in vain, because there is no place for them in the flames everywhere.

The situation was similar for the British tanks, which were invincible to German fire and bullets, but extremely vulnerable to fire...... This is not to say that the flames will burn through the armor, but that the flames will ignite the engine and the entire tank, and the tank will explode into a fireball with a "boom".

Some tank crews are smarter, and they increase the throttle in the hope of rushing out of the fire as quickly as possible, and although this may still be a dead death, at least it will not be that bad.

However, this idea is destined to be just a luxury...... The heat of the desert itself, combined with the barbecue of gasoline, caused the temperature in the vicinity to rise dramatically, and the engine of the "Matilda" tank could hardly work properly at such high temperatures.

After a while, the tank stopped, and then flames spread like pythons and climbed onto the tank.

Qin Chuan saw that the hatch of the tank was opened, and several British tank crews climbed out of it, they looked at the surrounding flames and were at a loss...... Soon they knew they were hopeless, so someone pulled out a pistol and pointed it at their head, and then ended their lives with a "bang".

The others were reluctant to do so, but they had to follow suit as the flames approached.

The German soldiers watched in silence as they fell, not moving, knowing that whatever they did was superfluous, or rather, they were equally shocked by the brutal scene before them, even though it was the enemy who were engulfed in flames.

As Qin Chuan, who made this suggestion...... He was just thinking about how to defeat the enemy and save the lives of himself and his comrades, but now when he really saw this scene, he realized that it was not as easy to accept as he imagined.

However, it doesn't end there.

One of the streets was not equipped with much gasoline due to the casualties of the gang leaders, so it became the only escape route in the fire.

This caused many British survivors to move to this street, which was overcrowded for a while, and even some British soldiers with fire rushed in desperately...... This inevitably caused some riots in the British army.

However, this is only a small thing, and this escape route is not actually an escape route, because on the other side of the street, the German soldiers have prepared cars full of oil drums for them......

"Attack!" Bazel gritted his teeth and ordered, and he seemed a little unbearable at this time, even though he was already a veteran who had been used to life and death for a long time.

As soon as the German soldiers received the order, they started the car and pressed the prepared stones on the accelerator, and then the car rushed towards the British with a roar.

The panicked British hurriedly fired rows of bullets at the car...... The car should have lost power halfway through, it had an engine in front of it, and it was unarmoured, so bullets could easily penetrate the engine and destroy it.

But the car rushed towards the British army at the same speed due to inertia and the inclination of the street...... Then there was a "bang" and hit the British tank for cover.

The British were just about to breathe a sigh of relief, but they found that gasoline drums had rolled out of the back compartment of the car, and desperate gasoline was flowing in the nick of the oil drum.

Bazel calmly lit a match, lit a cigarette, and threw the match on the ground...... A light blue flame burst out, and then went straight towards the British army like a wave.

"Back off, back off!" The British soldiers shouted.

But it was too late, with a loud "boom", the whole car was blown up into the sky everywhere in the flames, and the oil drums flew everywhere in the sky, and immediately turned into a flame after falling back to the ground, and even worse it was rolling on the ground "sonorous", like a hot wheel.

Qin Chuan retracted his gaze and hid behind the wall, he no longer had the courage to face these things, especially since they were self-inflicted.

At this time, he saw Alfredo squatting in the corner, and he stared at Qin Chuan with a pair of frightened eyes, as if he didn't know Qin Chuan at all.

Qin Chuan knew the meaning contained in Alfredo's eyes, and he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it.

Because Qin Chuan knew that saying anything at this time was just an excuse, and no matter how flowery the rhetoric was, he couldn't change the fact that he had caused the tragic death of these Britons.

So Qin Chuan could only avoid Alfredo's gaze, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one out of it with a trembling hand and put it in his mouth, and when he groped around his pockets, he found that he didn't know where the match went.

With a "whoosh", I don't know when Kuhn had walked to his side, he lit a match to help Qin Chuan light the cigarette, and then patted Qin Chuan on the shoulder and said, "Well done, sergeant, you saved us all!" ”

Qin Chuan didn't answer, he smoked greedily, puffing one puff after another.

To save someone, or to kill someone?

Hero, or demon?

Who can tell...... This may be a battlefield full of contradictions, if you want to save someone, you must kill someone, and you must become the other party's demon while becoming your own hero.