You were tasked with guarding the Sihang Warehouse, and you brought out a Tiger tank?

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"Lie down—!!!"

The guards on the rooftop only had time to issue a final warning.

next moment.

Rumble, rumble, rumble—!!!

A deafening roar that shook the earth!

An explosion, ten times more powerful than any artillery barrage, erupted on the rooftop.

A single 240mm howitzer shell from the Japanese army weighs only 200kg. Moreover, due to the enormous impact force generated when it is fired at high speed from the barrel, the shell casing needs to be very thick and sturdy, and the explosive charge is only about 20kg.

A 250kg bomb contains nearly 100kg of explosives.

In an instant, an orange-red fireball shot into the sky, scattering thick smoke, concrete fragments, and twisted metal wildly in all directions.

Even Lin Feng, who was inside the building, felt the building shaking violently beneath his feet.

"What's going on? Feed it? Answer me!"

Ignoring the broken glass in front of him, Lin Feng immediately grabbed the phone.

On the rooftop, around the point of explosion, a huge gap was torn open in the fortifications reinforced with sandbags, steel plates, and concrete.

A nearby 20mm anti-aircraft gun was blown to pieces, and the gun crew members were killed on the spot.

But what stung everyone's eyes the most was...

The military flag, which had been flying at the highest point of the building since the arrival of the First Honor Brigade, and which had withstood countless battles and was riddled with bullet holes but still stood firm, along with its thick flagpole, was completely destroyed in the blast wave and debris.

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South bank of the Suzhou Creek.

Thousands upon thousands of eyes were fixed on that flag.

It is more than just a flag; it is hope, courage, and the last spiritual pillar that the people of this land grasped in their darkest hour.

When they saw the Japanese plane crashing into the roof like a madman, everyone held their breath.

Exclamations rang out as the enormous, all-consuming fireball rose into the sky.

And when I saw that familiar flag broken, fallen, and disappeared amidst the smoke of battle...

"The flag...the flag has fallen."

A woman covered her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes.

"No...no...look more clearly..." An old man stood on tiptoe, his hands trembling.

But the flag is indeed gone.

All that remained was the menacing explosion hole on the rooftop and billowing smoke.

Suppressed, desperate cries began to spread among the crowd on the south bank.

Many people had tears in their eyes, lowered their heads, and couldn't bear to watch any longer.

The children were affected by the adults' emotions and started crying loudly as well.

On the balcony of Sassoon House, several foreign journalists and diplomats lowered their binoculars, exchanged glances, and shook their heads.

"It's over." A John reporter sighed, his tone complex. "The flag has fallen, the last symbol of the Great Xia people's resistance... is gone. Although those neon planes were completely wiped out, they achieved their goal."

Another White Eagle businessman shrugged: "That's war. Willpower can't always withstand steel and explosives. I think the fall of Zhabei is only a matter of time."

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Meanwhile, on the Japanese positions in Zhabei...

After a brief silence, a frenzied, hysterical cheer erupted.

"Banzai! Banzai!"

"Do you see that? The flag has fallen, the Chinese flag has fallen."

"We won! We've won!"

Many Japanese soldiers jumped out of the trenches, waving their rifles and hats, jumping and shouting, their faces filled with twisted ecstasy.

It was as if the fall of that flag represented the victory of the entire battle, or even the entire war.

The junior officers also showed relieved smiles, even though they knew that the Army Aviation Corps had lost an entire fighter squadron because of this collision.

But in any case, the desired effect was achieved.

That obstructive Great Xia military flag is finally gone.

In the 3rd Division headquarters, Lieutenant General Fujita Susumu received the report, and a ferocious smile finally appeared on his usually tense face.

He walked to the artillery scope, looked at the still-lingering smoke on the distant rooftops and the empty flagpole, and let out a long sigh of relief.

Fujita Susumu seemed to already see the scene of the defending army, having lost its flag and morale, collapsing in the next general offensive.

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Inside Fengmao Department Store.

The shockwave from the violent explosion traveled along the reinforced concrete framework to every floor, and dust fell like rain.

"Cough cough..."

Lin Feng waved away the dust in front of him and picked up the microphone of the starter phone again.

With the war at this point, the cowardice and fear that Lin Feng, the wage slave from the peaceful era of his previous life, had long since vanished without a trace.

Under the influence of adrenaline, Lin Feng felt like the protagonist in a war movie, fearless and terrifyingly calm.

"Order the engineering company to immediately take steel plates and sandbags to the roof and plug the breach caused by the explosion. The firefighting team should take water hoses and sand to put out the fire."

Zhang Wenzhong, Li Dadao, and other officers of lower rank were also taken aback by the Japanese soldiers' crazy behavior.

But when they heard Lin Feng's calm and composed voice on the radio, it was as if a stabilizing force had been inserted into their hearts, instantly calming them down.

"Emergency team, move the injured to the safe area on the second floor; the walls are thicker there. And yes, keep the stairs clear, don't block the stairwell!"

"Air defense regiment, inspect the damage to all anti-aircraft guns and their ammunition reserves. All ammunition handlers, be prepared to replenish ammunition to each gun position at any time!"

"All units should inspect for casualties, and the rest of the army should be on high alert to prevent the Japanese from taking advantage of the situation to launch a surprise attack."

Orders were issued in an orderly manner, and the officers and soldiers in the Sihang Warehouse quickly resumed their operations in an organized manner.

Lin Feng put down the walkie-talkie and turned around. He found Zhao Yushu leaning against the wall, her face pale and her legs shaking uncontrollably.

"Cousin...cousin..."

Zhao Yushu swallowed hard, his voice trembling as he pointed to the top of his head:

"These Japanese devils... they're really crazy. Using airplanes as artillery shells? Is this even war? They're utterly reckless."

The impact of that collision was so powerful that it completely exceeded the comprehension of normal people.

Lin Feng squinted and looked through the broken window at the Japanese positions in the distance.

Many Japanese fighter planes crashed there, causing considerable explosions and billowing smoke.

At that moment, he was also feeling puzzled.

Kamikaze attacks? Didn't that only come about at the end of World War II? How come it happened in Shanghai?

"It seems... I've pushed them too far."

Lin Feng quickly reviewed the situation in his mind.

In the Battle of Shanghai, the Japanese suffered heavy losses and setbacks, whether in the marine corps or the army divisions.

What's worse, all of this happened in full view of everyone.

Just across the river was the concession, where countless foreigners watched the show with binoculars, and some even placed bets on how many days it would take the Japanese to conquer it.

For the Japanese high command, who were extremely proud and concerned about their image, this was worse than being killed.

It should be understood that at this time, although Japan was known as a great power, in the eyes of the established Western powers, it was just a nouveau riche who had just put on a suit, an out-and-out poor imperialist.

They desperately tried to prove their military strength to the Westerners, but ended up making a fool of themselves in the muddy swamps of Zhabei.

He could imagine that the Japanese high command, having been repeatedly humiliated by him, must have gone mad by now, which was why they launched the Kamikaze attacks in a fit of rage.

They'd risk their lives to blow up the flag on the rooftop, just to salvage that tiny bit of pitiful face.

With this thought in mind, Lin Feng made a slight movement, and the light blue system interface instantly unfolded on his retina.