Roosevelt was so angry that he suffered a cerebral hemorrhage in Washington, but Zhang Shusheng sat in front of the 3D screen of the compound eye battlefield observation system, eating He Ning's burning hand that he had just made, while watching the bombing of Tokyo.

"The taste of burning hands is really good, you can be regarded as learning real kung fu from your sister-in-law."

Zhang Shusheng ate a few copies of the bowl of hands, there are still some unfinished, the practice of burning copies of hands is similar to that of burning noodles, belonging to the type of dry mix after cooking, put on the sprouts, pour on the oil and spicy seeds, pour on the vinegar and other seasonings, it tastes very good.

"Giggles, I'll cook another bowl if it's delicious."

He Ning was lying next to him, and at this time, the door of the office was closed, and Zhang Shusheng and her two sat in front of a projection screen, watching the real-time footage sent back from the direction of Tokyo.

After He Ning came to the office, Zhang Shusheng turned off the more amazing 3D projection and changed it to screen projection, which was too epoch-making, and he usually didn't show it in front of his family. It's not that he's afraid that they won't keep it secret, it's just that he doesn't want to affect their perception and feeling of this era too much, so he just needs to be ahead appropriately.

The electrical appliances and many supplies in his home are actually quite years ahead of the times.

The screen is divided into two screens, one showing the situation in Tokyo and the other showing the situation in the sky.

As far as the eye can see, a small part of Tokyo has begun to burn, and the skyrocketing fires can be clearly photographed even at a height of several thousand meters.

That's the infrared signature of the fleeing population labeled by the compound eye system.

So far, more than 20 areas of Tokyo have been bombed, and even more deadly, the fire has also burned.

"The second wave of bombardment has begun!"

Zhang Shusheng put down the bowl and said to He Ning, who seemed to understand whether he understood or not, He Ning nodded, snuggled next to him and asked some questions on the screen from time to time.

…… Tokyo, somewhere in an underground waterway.

Relying on the light of a powerful flashlight in his hand, Yang Masayoshi groped his way through the sewers of Tokyo, the only guiding tool in his hand was a compass, and he continued to navigate the intricate sewers in a predetermined direction.

Although Tokyo is not a metropolis with the surname of the world, it has learned some from the West in terms of urban development.

Along the way, Yang Zhengyi has to deal with the intricate terrain of the underground waterways, and has to wade into the sewage from time to time to pass, which may be difficult for ordinary people, but for a well-trained agent, it is the simplest survival and escape game.

Even if it is in an underground waterway, it does not mean that it is completely safe.

Rumble...... Another violent explosion came, and according to the training he received, he judged that the explosion probably occurred within a range of 200-500 meters, and the sound of a 1,000kg heavy aerial bomb, I don't know which important target in Tokyo was bombed again.

At first, the bombing sound he heard was relatively orderly, basically concentrated in one or several directions, but the next day, he could hear the sound of huge explosions coming from all directions.

This shows that the bombing of the night raid group has begun to change from focused bombing to indiscriminate bombing.

"Maybe it's another wave coming."

Yang Zhengyi guessed as he used the light of the flashlight to move as fast as he could in the underground waterway. If a bomb happens to land on the surface of a certain section of sewer, it will be a big deal.

He found that this section of the underground waterway was particularly complex and had many branches, indicating that there were very busy streets or a large number of people nearby.

"9:40!"

Raising his wrist and looking at his watch, he saw that the night bombing had been going on for almost an hour, and the whole of Tokyo should be chaotic enough.

After walking for more than two minutes, suddenly there was a noise.

“￥￥@%……”

Do you say myself?!

Yang Zhengyi reacted immediately, it seems that someone with the same purpose of escaping for his life has taken refuge in the sewer, judging from the dense explosions, this vicinity should have begun to be bombed, and it seems to have a tendency to intensify.

It is only natural for these people who are familiar with the nearby terrain to escape into the underground waterways.

Touching the MP45 submachine gun in his arms, he did not change his direction, but continued to move on, the main underground road leading to the suburbs.

"There's someone over there!"

As soon as he turned a crooked path, Yang Zhengyi and more than a dozen people discovered each other.

More than a dozen people said that they were in a hurry to get into the underground waterway, it seems that they are in a group, and they have not seen more people come down, in the panic, people would rather choose to run towards the place where they think they are safe, and they can choose to escape from the sewer, either ruthless people like Yang Zhengyi, or they are cornered by explosions or fires.

Yang Zhengyi guessed correctly, at this time, the street above his head was already burning, explosions came and went, the fire began to burn one house after another, the speed of the flames was even faster than the crowded fleeing crowd, sometimes the crowd could not even outrun the spread of the fire, there were too many people, crowded, trampling abounded, how to escape quickly.

The other party's group of more than a dozen people first looked at Yang Zhengyi, and then asked in Chinese.

"Who are you?"

Yang Zhengyi said: "I'm from Sangxia Street, and I just escaped from there. ”

As soon as the flashlight shone on, he found that most of the dozen or so people were wearing only a little clothes, and some even only had crotch cloths, which showed the haste of escape, not to mention flashlights, candles and food.

Before Yang Zhengyi met them, they had been groping their way forward, and they didn't go far for ten minutes.

Seeing Yang Zhengyi's intact clothes, flashlight, and backpack, this group of people suddenly moved their minds.

At this time, on the ground, where the bombardment and fire burned, it was obvious that I was in a terrible situation. Where there was no bombing, it was a man-made tragedy.

In particular, in the streets close to the bombed areas and the fire zones, quite a few people who were barely able to survive by the war, the government, and the emperor began to 'spontaneously riot', and their actions were very simple, that is, to rob, rob and grab the property or food that they liked, and to snatch and tear down the women of rich families who had been thinking about them for a long time.

Obviously, what Yang Zhengyi had on him aroused their great interest.

"Give us your things, or ......"

This group of naked people surrounded him, and it didn't matter who Yang Zhengyi was, whether he was or not, as long as it wasn't one of them, he wouldn't be able to escape this time, and maybe he would be pushed into the sewage and drowned after being robbed.

Yang Zhengyi stood in the thigh-deep sewage, smiled, didn't bother to say, directly took out the mp45 from his arms, and pulled the trigger fiercely in the stunned eyes of the other party.

"-you-, it's all out of this way to escape, Lao Tzu will give you a ride."

For Yue himself, except for his wife, Yang Zhengyi has no good impression of almost any Yue himself, at most he has no bad feelings for some of his students, and the group of Yue himself in front of him is even more casually killed.

As soon as the sudden sound of submachine guns was swept away, more than a dozen people were all buried in the sewage, and the blood stained the sewage.

"It looks like the poisonous smoke from the fire is coming in."

Seeing smoke begin to fall from the sewers, Yang puts on his gas mask again and continues to move on.

He didn't know exactly how long he had walked, but he only felt hungry twice and eaten twice along the way, and in the middle he almost planted him there. A bomb landed in the sewer on his body, and a rock hit his back, and he reached out and wiped it all with blood, and it seemed that the injury was not light.

Explosions were heard all the way, from the initial medium density, to the explosions that began to be heard in all directions, and slowly, until the time came to about 4 o'clock in the morning, the explosions began to thin out, but the smoke from the combustion kept filling the underground waterways.

Finally, after checking the location, Yang Zhengyi came to an exit, pushed open the stone manhole cover on it and drilled out.

After walking in the underground tunnels for seven or eight hours, I found that the sky over Tokyo was lit up just by looking back, and I could see the flames rushing to the sky, let alone the sky illuminated like dawn.

It was a suburb, and he didn't stay long, and in the bright light he could faintly see a hill in front of him.

"Whew!"

Finally climbed the hill, which was not high, and there was no one nearby, it seemed that even the people from the suburbs had already run away, while the people in the city were hindered by bombs and fires.

"What a beautiful night."

As far as the eye could see, Yang saw that most of Tokyo was burning.

He did not know that Chinese bombers that night had more than 700 sorties dropping thousands of tons of bombs and napalm over Tokyo, especially in the next few waves, and the bomber groups were all loaded with napalm.

The rules of the bombing were that fires were set on fire inside the city and set fire everywhere around the city, and eventually there were at least 200 fires in the whole of Tokyo.

For Tokyo, where most of the buildings are made of wood, more than 200 fires that burned in the middle of the night would bring bad luck to the city.

Yang Zhengyi was in a relatively high position, but he could still see the red-lit sky, covered with smoke that even the wind could not blow.

A city with many wooden buildings was set on fire by more than 2,000 napalm, and the end result was that at first glance, the entire city seemed to be on fire.

"This time, at least hundreds of thousands of people will be killed or injured in Tokyo."

Yang Zhengyi didn't know how many people were killed by the bombing, how many people died from looting and smashing, and he didn't know how many people were burned alive and trampled to death.

All he knew was that the whole of Tokyo was in flames, and hundreds of thousands of casualties were still the lightest.

Tokyo is not a domestic country, the fire brigade is still the most primitive, and in today's situation, even if the domestic fire brigade is out of the country, it is useless, and the whole city is about to burn.

He must leave immediately, otherwise a large amount of poisonous smoke will blow in, which is likely to cause damage to the spread of the surname.

One last glance at the burning Tokyo, the Chinese agent, who had retreated with great difficulty from near the Emperor's Palace, was finally on his way home, far away in the suburbs, where his wife and son were waiting for him, and the boat that would pick them up was ready to depart, and they would be waiting to return to their homeland and enjoy a life of true peace and well-being.

(To be continued)