As predicted by the Huya warriors, the tunnel was filled in as the earth and rocks above their heads and on both sides collapsed. The Japanese soldiers in the tunnel were buried alive inside.

The position where the tunnel did not collapse was also due to the fall of soil and rocks, and the air was polluted and it was difficult to breathe, which made it even more difficult for the Japanese soldiers who were already short of oxygen to breathe.

The fear of the Japanese army has been incomprehensible, in the violent shock, they know that they are already outcasts, even after countless bloody battles, their minds have been tough enough, but they still can't avoid collapse.

In the violent explosion, in those tunnels that did not collapse, the Japanese soldiers were shaking one after another, crawling towards the exit of the runway in the loud noise, howling in their mouths, and not staying in this dark tomb.

As soon as the riots were in place, it was difficult to control, and the Japanese troops swarmed to the exit, unwilling to be buried alive in the tunnels, unwilling to be suffocated to death, even if they were torn apart by bombs, it was more painful than this kind of torment in fear.

Those who are soldiers and officials can no longer distinguish at this time, and they are already mixed, and it is even more difficult to achieve orders and prohibitions.

As the panic and riots formed, there was no crackling gunfire in the tunnel.

It was the gunfire of the suicidal, it was the gunfire of the crumbling Japanese army, and as for the shouting, it had been muffled by the deafening roar, and their ears were buzzing, and the sound could no longer be heard, only the trembling of their hearts was felt.

However, most of the Ken Road crossing has been blown up at this time, and even if it has not collapsed, it has been buried by the soil and rocks that have been lifted. Besides, the violent shock wave would not let the Japanese troops get out, and most of them were shocked to death near the mouth of the tunnel, blocking the way of life of their companions behind them with their corpses.

Throw the oil drums!

After 20 minutes of bombing, after all the bombs in the plane had been dropped, the handheld plane leading the team issued the order to attack as soon as possible.

With the order, the sixty planes carrying oil drums flew into the dusty area.

At this time. It was impossible to estimate the height of the ground, and it was all about feeling the detonation of the dropped oil drums.

In the roar, oil drums exploded one after another at a height of forty or fifty meters from the ground and thirty or forty meters, and some of them fell to the ground before they exploded, and the plastic barrels were smashed by the impact force. The thickened gasoline inside splattered everywhere.

The flames in the sky were burning, and the flames were thrown down like a sea of fire, and in the whirring sound, they were spread to the ground in the smoke and dust.

The enemy, the moment the flames fell, burst into flames, and the dust in the explosion area tumbled even more violently, and was pushed by the air flow generated by the scorching flames to roll and scatter, and in just a few moments, all the smoke-covered areas were replaced by flames.

The Japanese troops in those tunnels. The entrance to the passage was blocked, but I couldn't feel the suffocating baking. Those who didn't get their mouth blocked were miserable. The scorching heat came from the surface, and the almost instantaneous feeling of suffocation made the Japanese soldiers who were desperately approaching breathe for a moment, and then they were completely haircut, clutching their throats and mouth and nose in pain, and struggling to fall.

The same is true of the collapsed tunnels, and the thickened gasoline that flows down from the exposed section burns rapidly, and then quickly evacuates the air in the tunnel. Let the Japanese soldiers, who were already far away from the collapse position, use their hands and feet even more fearfully, and crawl to the cool position.

The heat wave swallows up the thin air around it. It also devoured the lives of Japanese soldiers. It wasn't blown up, but it couldn't escape suffocation and barbecue.

They will free their filthy souls in the destruction and atone for the sins they have committed. If there is an afterlife, it is estimated that these Japanese soldiers will no longer have the courage to face this kind of death. It's too painful.

The flames burned fiercely, and all the helicopters that had dropped their bombs hovered over Lhasa, where the ground was no longer clear. Looking for the yellow skins mixed in the crowd, looking for the figure carrying the gun.

With the sound of banging gunfire, the Japanese soldiers who hid in the houses and fled to the Potala Palace with the Tibetans were killed, how could they escape the eyes of eagles in the sky?

When the last oil drum falls. The planes gathered in circles, closed their hatches, and roared away.

After they left, what was left here was a sea of fire, surrounding the whole of Lhasa, like a huge ring of fire, around the city that towered on the roof of the world.

The blow of destruction caused heavy losses to the remaining Japanese troops and puppet troops, but not all Japanese troops were wiped out in Northern Europe.

They dug tunnels under the houses, and the vents were all in the courtyards, houses, and even entrances and exits. And the inhabitants of this place have not been driven away, and the Japanese army are counting on them as shields.

The collapse of the external tunnels did not affect the tunnels in residential areas too much. The violent explosion did not destroy many nearby buildings, allowing the Japanese soldiers who were close to the houses to survive.

They listened under the houses until they were sure that the plane was gone.

Approaching here were the elite left by the Japanese army, although they escaped and were not in danger for the time being, they did not dare to leave the tunnel, because there was still a wave of planes arriving soon.

Nanda Shinichi's heart was pounding, he forced himself to press the command knife calmly, and sat in the reinforced headquarters, not knowing what Lu Dao would face him.

No enemy vanguard was found at the observation post, suggesting that the enemy would attack a few days later, or more. Even if the judgment is wrong, it is impossible for the ground troops to arrive within three days, because no matter how fast they are at these 300 kilometers, it will take them three days to march.

But before the second wave of planes could arrive, another message came from the observation post.

Before the group of planes that had finished the Lhasa air raid had returned, there were planes flying in the sky again, and the number of bombers was also 300.

And also......

Nanda Shinichi weakly put down the message he had just read, and in the light of the flashlight, his face was like ashes.

He could only pray that the advance army would not bomb the houses, but would bomb the periphery of the houses and the ditches on the side of the mountains as before, so that he would be able to escape the catastrophe and survive for the time being.

But his luck was obviously a fantasy, and after waiting for less than an hour, while the Japanese troops were desperately reinforcing the tunnel to stop vomiting, the plane flew over Lhasa, and the second wave of air raids began.

One bomb after another fell in the air, exploding in the obvious burn marks in the circle where the flames were still still reflecting you, and the area was the dwellings forty or fifty meters away from the flame circle.

Shinichi Minamida knew that the position he thought was safe had been exposed, and although there was no guidance from the ground, the Circle of Flames had already pointed the way for the subsequent bombardment.

As the bombs fell in the air, the earth trembled violently, and the sand and gravel rolled down the tunnel, flowing down the cracks between the wood and stone slabs that supported the roof.

"Not good! They're going to kill them all!! ”

A Japanese soldier howled loudly.

"They're going to blow up the whole of Lhasa!!"

One of the chief of staff of Osa's howled in fear.

At this moment, they understood the intention of the enemy to surround the whole Lhasa with flames, that is, to prevent them from escaping, that is, to bury them all here!

But what if you think of it, in the trembling of the enemy, let alone the management and running, in the pit of less than one and a half meters, it is difficult to crawl and escape? Where to flee?

The loud roar continued, and a group of five helicopters, hovering in one position, dropped bombs at the apex, and constantly shook off the dirt on the tunnel in the splash of dirt and stones. As for the houses, they were of course gone long before the bombs fell. This is not the concrete building of a plain city.

Nantian Shinichi covered his mouth and nose with a wet towel, and in the midst of the fierce struggle, leaning against the corner of the solid headquarters, he already knew his end at this moment, and he had no chance to go up to the ground.

The loud bang lasted for more than 20 minutes, and under the watchful eyes of the Tibetans who surrounded the Potala Palace, it was in ruins, covered in billowing dust and smoke. As for the situation inside, I believe that no one who is still alive, whether it is the Tibetans, the serf owners, or the Japanese Zeen, who is more intelligent and has changed into Tibetan clothes, will not have the curiosity to go there to see.

The explosion ended with a loud bang at the end of the last day. The world was quiet again. But the helicopter did not leave, and in the dust, it still hovered over the blast area. Even above the head of the Potala Palace, there were more than a dozen planes circling, but they did not fire, just whistling back and forth, cruising under the fearful gaze of the Tibetans.

They were waiting, waiting for the last blow to come, waiting for the Japanese soldiers who dared to burrow out of the ground, they couldn't let the Japanese troops who fled into the ground escape the blow of this destruction, and buried as many as possible.

Shinichi Nanda was almost unconscious at this moment, and although his headquarters was sturdy, reinforced by the scarce wood here without collapsing, it could not stop the violent concussion and the invasion of the shock wave.

The radio and flashlights in the headquarters were all destroyed, and there was not much breathing left in the dark. At least thirty bombs fell on their heads. It wasn't a shell that weighed dozens of pounds, it was a 150-kilogram bomb, and even if it didn't blow up their headquarters, the shock would have killed them.

This is the reason why the bombs are dropped at a fixed point, according to the information obtained by the Huya fighters who infiltrated the bombs, they continue to explode violently, and if they can't open the tunnel, they will also collapse the tunnel. After all, there is a lack of trees here, and it is difficult to have enough trees to support the roof like the plains.

And in just one month, the Japanese army didn't have time to dig enough tunnels in the mountains to hide heavy soldiers, besides, most of the materials were destroyed, and there were not enough explosives for them to blow up the rocks, right?

Before Shinichi Nanda had yet to wake up from his coma, the third wave of planes flew over Lhasa, and in the gray fog where the ground could already be seen, the third round of bombardment began after the two groups of planes exchanged control of the area.

The third wave of planes was not full of bombs, but 200 full of oil drums, and now there are 100 bombs. Here, in the final explosion, it will turn into a sea of burning fire...... (To be continued......)