Not enough Japanese devils to kill? 1.4 billion people volunteer for the Battle of Shanghai.

His head remained open in death.

His eyes were still open.

Staring at Mr. Xiaoxi.

Xiao west's lips were trembling.

He opened his mouth.

What do you want to say?

But from his throat, only broken, incoherent sounds came out:

"Safe...safe..."

"I said...it's safe..."

His eyes were wide open.

His eyes were bloodshot.

Blood vessels, like a spider web, covered the whites of the eyes.

The burning red was reflected in his pupils.

That red sky.

That area—

The sky is falling.

He suddenly roared:

"I'm talking about safety—!"

"The Chinese can't defeat us—!!!"

He stared at the sergeant's head.

Staring into those open eyes.

"But this is divine punishment—!"

"It's divine punishment—!!!"

His voice grew louder and louder.

It's getting sharper and sharper.

In the end, it turned into screaming:

"It must be the Imperial Army on Chinese soil—!"

"You've done too many evil deeds—!"

"Heavenly punishment descended—!!!"

As soon as Officer Konishi finished speaking...

That burning sky—

It landed.

It's not a metaphor.

It really has fallen behind.

At the epicenter of the explosion, the second shockwave arrived.

The temperature reached as high as 3,000 degrees Celsius.

The steel is melting.

The stone is vaporizing.

The stones piled up to form a shelter evaporated like ice.

People are here—

disappear.

It's not death.

It disappeared.

It was wiped off the face of the earth.

Those corpses that are still burning.

Those wounded soldiers who were still groaning.

Those still-moving limbs.

In an instant—

Everything is gone.

There was only a red light.

There was only a gust of scorching wind.

only--

ash.

I don't know how much time passed.

The explosions finally stopped.

But the fire was still burning.

There was no one left on this artillery position.

not a single one.

That group of artillerymen originally had the lowest casualty rate in the war.

Hiding in the back.

They fired the cannons from several kilometers away.

It's perfectly safe.

now--

They're all dead.

It's all gone.

Everything turned to ash.

This area has become a living hell.

No.

It's more terrifying than purgatory.

Purgatory also has souls.

Here, not even a soul remains.

Only scorched earth remained.

Only wreckage remains.

only--

That sky that is still burning.

On the Chinese front.

Inside the Qilin 102 car.

The embroiderer stared at the thermal imaging screen.

On the screen, the heat signature of that artillery position was rapidly disappearing.

One red dot after another.

It turned gray.

It turned black.

All died.

Not one left.

The embroiderer's lips curled up slightly.

It was a very faint smile.

So faint as to be almost invisible.

But it was a genuine laugh.

It was a satisfied smile.

Yes--

A laugh that came from having a good time.

She pressed the communication button.

"Well done, anvil."

The sound of an anvil could be heard.

With a smug look on his face.

With that kind of—

The smugness of "I'm awesome!"

"Just a little water."

He paused for a moment.

He added another sentence.

Her tone became a little distressed:

"I just feel sorry for that high-explosive bomb I fired at high altitude..."

The embroiderer smiled.

But this time, he laughed in anger.

"Feeling sorry for you?!"

she says:

"That single shot wiped out at least an artillery company, twelve cannons, and over a hundred Japanese soldiers."

"It was worth it."

The anvil chuckled.

That laughter was sleazy:

"It's worth it..."

He paused:

"But when Bian Yun comes, you have to tell him to make it up to me."

"Two more shots."

The embroiderer rolled her eyes.

Although she couldn't see the anvil, she still flipped it over.

Okay, I'll pay you back.

she says:

"When Bian Yun arrives, have him leave a box of high-explosive bombs specifically for you."

The anvil was overjoyed:

"It's a deal—!!!"

The sound was so loud it almost shattered the communication channel.

at this time.

Japanese 3rd Division Command.

The temporary command post was set up in a requisitioned ancestral hall.

Refined and elegant.

Quaint.

But now, it's been ruined by sandbags and antennas.

It's surrounded by barbed wire.

Sandbags were piled up.

The antenna is mounted.

The place where ancestral tablets were once enshrined is now filled with maps and documents.

Fujita Susumu sat in a grand chair.

His face was expressionless.

Chief of Staff Tanaka stood in front of him.

He held a newly compiled battle damage report in his hand.

His hands were shaking.

His lips were trembling.

My whole body was shaking.

"Commander... Commander..."

His voice was trembling:

"The 3rd Division infantry has suffered nearly two thousand casualties..."

He paused, then swallowed hard.

"Machine gun company, 300 casualties..."

"And our artillery..."

His Adam's apple bobbed.

He spoke with difficulty:

"It was shot down seven kilometers away without a single shot being fired."

"and……"

He paused:

"The manner of the death was gruesome."

Fujita Susumu did not move.

He didn't even blink.

Tanaka continued.

The voice trembled more and more:

"Commander, this can't go on..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Fujita Susumu raised his hand.

I interrupted him.

"These are necessary casualties."

Fujita Susumu spoke up.

Tanaka's mouth was open.

He stood there, stunned.

Like a fish with its throat being choked.

Fujita got up and stood up.

I walked to the window.

Outside the window, the burning sky in the distance is slowly dying down.

But that red light was already deeply imprinted in his eyes.

It was imprinted in his pupils.

Like a brand.

He stared at it for a long time.

Then he turned around.

face--

ferocious.

That ferocity wasn't anger.

It is a kind of—

The calm after the madness.

Madness beneath the calm.

"and--"

He spoke each word clearly:

"That artillery position, and the artillerymen on it, a dozen or so cannons—"

"I arranged it all on purpose."

Tanaka's face turned deathly pale instantly.

Ashen white as a dead person.

"Commander... what... what did you say?"

His voice had completely changed.

Fujita Shinichi, word by word:

"I said, I deliberately placed that artillery position there."

"I deliberately exposed them."

"I deliberately sent them to their deaths."

Tanaka's legs went weak.

He held onto the table to keep from falling.

"Why...why?"

His voice sounded like a dream.

Fujita walked up to the map.

The finger points to the location on the north bank of Luodian.

Poke it hard.

The map was dented from being poked so much.

"Because those Chinese people have—"

他 说:

"There is something."

"Something that can fly."

"Something that can strike with precision."

He looked up at Tanaka:

"Did you see that burning sky just now?"

Tanaka nodded.

His lips were still trembling.

"That is their 'divine punishment'."

Fujita Susumu's voice was eerily calm.

"I don't know what that is."

"Cannonballs? Bombs? Or some kind of sorcery?"

"But I know one thing—"

He paused.

Word by word:

"How many times can they create such 'divine punishment'?"

Tanaka stared at him blankly.

Like looking at a stranger.

Fujita Susumu continued:

"If they had endless divine punishment, we would be dead by now."

"It has long since turned into that burning sky."

"It's long gone."

But they didn't.

"They only had a limited number of times."

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

That smile was awful.

"That last shot was probably one of their last trump cards."

He turned around.

He walked back to the armchair.

sit down.

The movements are very slow.

Very stable.

It was as if nothing had happened.

"So, I traded an artillery position for one of their trump cards."

He looked at Tanaka.

Waiting for an answer.

That look in his eyes was like a hunter eyeing its prey.

Tanaka's Adam's apple bobbed.

He swallowed hard.

Then he spoke.

hoarse voice:

"Commander...you are wise."

Those three words were difficult to say.

Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

Fujita nodded.

"Therefore, continue the attack."

他 说:

"They're being punished by heaven; their punishment will eventually come to an end."

He clenched his fists.

White knuckles:

"Wait until they're done fighting—"

"That's when we flattened Luodian."