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Although he still couldn't hear anything in his buzzing ears, Hiroji Yamada was still trying to cough loudly, getting louder and louder, because he wanted to hear his own cough, but his ears were still buzzing...... The man lost his balance, and he got up several times and stumbled back down; Then he stood up again, and finally he stood up straight.

Shaking his stunned head vigorously, through the dust that began to become thin, Hiroji Yamada could not see a person or a corpse, in front of him was a large staggered pit on the ground, a large pit, and a few places in the pit were burning and dancing flames, which were the ghost fires in the legendary hell...... One, two, three...... More and more bodies were found by him, but not a single living person was found.

The sky is full of smoke and dust, and you can't see anything at all, every foot down. It's all a fluttering sound. This area was already covered with all kinds of debris, and one foot on a intestine almost slid Hiroji Yamada, and the smoke and fishy smell made him want to vomit. Everywhere were severed limbs and stumps scattered across the smoking, scorched earth.

Looking back, the two armored vehicles were quietly parked, the flames on the bodies were whirring in the scorching sun, and all the soldiers inside were bleeding black from the corners of their mouths and nostrils. Black blood flowed strangely from the corners of the mouths and nostrils of more soldiers, and their half-open eyes seemed to be able to see people, and there were no wounds on their bodies, but the stiffness on their faces indicated that he was dead.

The streets were as silent as death, and all you could hear was the sound of your own heartbeat and a cough.

The smoke was very choking. In this half-suffocating taste, Hiroji Yamada, who was trying to stand, had a feeling of drowsiness, and he was tired, as if he was sick, which made him involuntarily think of his wife at Nara's house. That fever caused him to lie on the bed with weakness and drowsiness, and after Reiko gave him medicine, she kept holding his hand until he fell asleep.

"Bang!" A shot once again brought the entire battlefield that had become dead silent to life, "Dog, you bastard, you don't have a bayonet, save some bullets" A rough voice reprimanded the soldier who had just shot. Several soldiers wearing gas masks walked up to Yamada, "Help me, save me" Hiroji Yamada, whose nose and mouth were constantly splattered with blood, stretched out his arm to the visitor. "Hey, there's still a living little devil here, or a middle one. Take him to the sir. The two soldiers roughly grabbed Hiroji Yamada's arms and dragged them back.

This is the power of the dust explosion, Qin Feng, who planned all this, was also stunned, before pressing the handle of the detonator, Qin Feng was still worried that his arrangement would have no effect, it turned out that his worries were superfluous, the power of the dust explosion was too strong.

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"Boom" "Boom" "Boom" After a shelling, the opposite position finally quieted down. More than a dozen Japanese soldiers trembled and went to the already empty position. Yamamoto finally breathed a sigh of relief, but what happened next made Yamamoto unforgettable for the rest of his life. The three light tanks were spaced 10 meters apart from the front and back, and under the cover of a large group of imperial soldiers, they drove to the opposite position of the Shina Army, and Yamamoto, who had been in the army for 5 years, was not one of the recruits in the squadron, and when everyone was secretly relieved, Yamamoto shrank in the tail of the two light tanks in the middle.

"Huh" "Huh" "Huh" ......, more than a dozen wine bottles dragging flames flipped and fell in the air, "Hidden, it's Molotov cocktails, hidden." Yamamoto shouted and turned around and jumped to the side of the street, and before the Molotov cocktail hit the ground, he jumped through an open window into an empty room on the side of the street. Boom, "boom", "boom......", "boom", the Molotov cocktail exploded on the ground, and there was no shrapnel and air waves scattered after the grenade exploded, but it also exuded a compelling heat wave.

The light tank hit by the Molotov cocktail ignited a fire, and the Japanese soldiers in a mess shouted, "Help put out the fire," and used all the tools they could find to fight the flames on the light tank, and some soldiers even took off their military uniforms to put on the fire on the tank. "Nani? Why can't the fire be extinguished? "The Japanese soldiers who followed the tank had tried their best to extinguish the fire, but no matter how busy they were, the fire on the tank could not be extinguished.

"Boom" An explosion occurred in a light tank covered in flames, and the warming finally caused the ammunition stored inside the tank to detonate. The Japanese Type 97 light tank was equipped with a 57 mm tank gun and two vehicle-mounted machine guns, and the tank had 100 rounds of 5 mm shells and 2,745 rounds of 7.7 mm caliber machine gun ammunition.

The hull of the Japanese light tank full of flames shone brightly, and the gray smoke rose, followed by a loud bang, the blazing flames instantly engulfed the tank, and something similar to the hatch on the top of the tank rushed straight into the air by the "rocket", and the violent explosion caused by the explosion of ammunition shocked everyone on the battlefield. The ammunition of the tank was detonated, and the Japanese soldiers who were busy fighting the flames could not escape the fate, and the closest to the bombed tank were engulfed in the flames, and they only had time to scream a few times, and then fell to the ground and did not move again.

Although the armor of the Japanese Type 97 light tank can defend against 37mm anti-tank gun fire at close range, the riveted hull of the Type 97 light tank cannot withstand the explosion of ammunition from the inside out. "Boom" Another Japanese tank full of flames had an ammunition explosion, and the explosion that occurred inside the tank was like throwing firecrackers in an iron can, and the hull of the Type 97 light tank, which was more than 10 tons, also violently exploded, and the steel hatch cover used to close the hatch was immediately rushed away.

The once invincible chariot cannon also hung its head weakly, and the smoke and flames from the explosion of ammunition poured out of the muzzle of the cannon more than a foot long through the chamber that had not yet been closed. The naked eye could see that the ground shook through the massive explosion, and the gray-white smoke rushed around and above from the Japanese tanks, eventually forming a large mushroom-shaped cloud of smoke tumbling upwards.

The "grenade" was accompanied by the sound of the explosion of ammunition inside the third tank, and a large number of grenades flew from the roofs on both sides of the street, and the Japanese soldiers who were still immersed in the explosion of the tank were not prepared for it, and the grenades emitting green smoke had already fallen into them. In just a few seconds, the flames and smoke from the continuous explosion of the grenade "swallowed" the small half of the street, which was also where Yamamoto's squadron had the highest concentration of troops.

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