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Bian Yun and Lu Bei's plan was so simple it was insane.

After using a drone to scout the route, the two arrived at a location 300 meters away from Wing On Department Store.

At this moment, the basement here is filled with "peace and tranquility".

The 2nd Platoon of the 3rd Company of the Japanese Army set up a temporary command post here. More than 30 soldiers were crammed into a space of 200 square meters. The air was stuffy, but no one complained.

Because they are safe.

The only entrance was blocked by three Type 92 heavy machine guns, and landmines were buried on both sides of the passage.

The Chinese attacked three times, leaving behind many corpses, and never dared to come back.

"Drink! Drink!"

Squad leader Lieutenant Watanabe, his face flushed, held up the captured Chinese liquor.

In the corner, a gramophone creaked and spun, playing the Japanese folk song "Sakura".

Several soldiers hummed along, and some even broke into an awkward dance.

"The Chinese are like rats!" Watanabe took a swig of sake and laughed loudly. "They only know how to hide in their holes, and they get beaten as soon as they show their heads!"

"The lieutenant is right!" a sergeant fawned, "We'll trample those..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

Because everyone heard it.

A strange, sharp whistling sound came from the direction of the entrance passage.

Getting closer.

on the ground.

Lu Bei, carrying a rocket launcher, knelt behind the ruins.

The scope was aimed at—that dark, gaping crack less than two meters wide.

At a distance of 300 meters and a target width of 2 meters, this is a highly difficult shot.

He held his breath.

My heart was pounding in my ears.

Pull the trigger.

The rocket shot out, leaving a trail of flame that drew a bright, straight line in the dim twilight.

Perfect hit.

The projectile, carrying a thermobaric warhead, precisely penetrated the basement entrance and proceeded downwards along the passageway—

They disappeared into that "peaceful" place.

basement.

Lieutenant Watanabe only saw a dark thing roll in and stop in the center of the room.

"A grenade?!" someone exclaimed.

But it wasn't a hand grenade.

The first wave of explosions occurred—

The first explosion of the thermobaric bomb evenly distributed fuel particles throughout the basement space, while consuming most of the oxygen.

Watanabe felt a tightness in his chest, as if someone had covered his mouth and nose.

Then, the second wave came.

The ignited fuel particles mixed with the remaining air, causing a secondary explosion.

This was no ordinary explosion; it was a shockwave of high temperature and pressure that spread wildly along every corner and every crevice.

The pale white flames engulfed everything.

The phonograph melted instantly, the record turning into black, mushy residue. The liquor bottle exploded, the liquor igniting and becoming flowing flames. And then there were the soldiers dancing, drinking, and singing—

Some people suffered burns to their respiratory tracts from the high-temperature blast wave, collapsed to the ground, scratching their throats but unable to breathe.

Some people were thrown by the shockwave and crashed into concrete pillars, breaking their spines.

The last thing Lieutenant Watanabe saw was the entire basement ceiling collapsing before his eyes—not collapsing, but rising upwards and then crashing down.

The world became a dark, scorching, and silent ruin.

On the ground.

The explosion sound wasn't a "boom," it was a "whoosh—"

A dull, rumbling sound coming from deep underground.

The ground of the entire ruins of Yong'an Department Store suddenly rose half a meter, as if a giant had taken a deep breath and then collapsed back down.

Flames erupted from the basement entrance and from every crevice of the ruins; they were not open flames, but rather a pale, high-temperature shockwave.

Chen Shitou and Shuanzhu lay behind the cover, dumbfounded.

A hot wind blew in, carrying a strange, burnt smell.

"What...is that?" Shuanzhu murmured.

Lu Bei put down the rocket launcher, his face expressionless: "Thermobaric bomb. Specifically for clearing basements, caves, and bunkers."

Chen Shitou stared blankly at the still-smoking ruins for a long time.

So many people died and we still couldn't conquer that place...

Now, it's been taken down so easily by just two people.

He suddenly felt like crying.

"Let's go." Bian Yun patted Chen Shitou on the shoulder, his voice soft. "Let's go find Company Commander Liu."

Chen Shitou looked at Bian Yun, then at Lu Bei, paused, and only said one sentence.

"Thank you."

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Battlefield Clearance Report: Japanese Stronghold in the Basement of Yong'an Department Store

Confirmed annihilation: 2nd Platoon, 3rd Company, Japanese Army (organization size 35 men).

Our casualties: zero

Access cleared: Major obstacles have been removed from the route from Yong'an Street to the bank building.

当前时间：1937年8月15日19:43

Return countdown: 7 hours 21 minutes

Next objective: Arrive at the bank building and rendezvous with Liu Xiaobu of the Second Company.

"We bring not just new weapons, but a new way of fighting—no longer using human lives to fill the void, but using technology to crush the enemy."

—Lu Bei, Action Log