Bright Sword: I took Li Yunlong to work in military industry

When Li Yunlong issued the order to distribute individual fuel-air explosive bombs, he also issued another order: "After entering the city, there will definitely be very difficult street fighting.

Don’t bother me with these bowls and plates. As long as they’re not factories, I’ll kick the fuck out of them.

When they got there and shouted, if they heard anyone with a Japanese accent or who kept silent, they would just throw a pack of explosives or a fuel-air bomb.

Just fight me like this, and push me all the way through!"

"I don't want the figures of ammunition consumption. I just want to kill all the devils who dare to stand in the way of the independent regiment. I will blow up all the bunkers!"

Zhang Dabiao led a battalion as the vanguard and carried out Lao Li's orders to the letter, blowing up one house after another.

They had already advanced to the second half of a street, and the entire vanguard battalion had not suffered a single casualty, not even a scratch.

If Yu Ye knew about this scene, he would definitely be very happy. I made so many high-powered artillery shells for you just to do this job.

Before I came, you suffered heavy casualties in the siege. After I came, your casualties in the siege were still heavy. Didn’t my coming here in vain?

So when no sound came from the house in front of him, which was at the core of the shooting range, Zhang Dabiao decisively grabbed the individual fuel-air explosive bomb carried by the soldier next to him and fired it at the door of the house.

Koto Eiji opened his eyes wide and saw a dark-skinned man from northern China sticking out from the corner of the wall. When he was about to shoot, the iron pipe in the dark man's hand suddenly fired a shell.

And after the fight, the dark man shrank back directly in less than half a second.

"Captain, don't you even take a look?"

A commando soldier asked very puzzledly.

"It's only a few dozen meters away, why are you aiming? The explosive equivalent and range of my fuel-air explosive bomb are here. Does it matter whether I explode over the enemy's head or under his feet?

What are you aiming at? Just pick it up and shoot. If you shoot, you will get it!

You guys, you haven't used the fuel-air explosives enough, the feel is not up to par!"

Zhang Dabiao, who had retreated to the wall, gave a lecture to the commando soldiers around him with a look of disappointment.

From the direction of the Type 38 rifle, Koto Eiji saw a round object flying towards him, rotating axially. No, it was crashing into the house where he was.

It must be that this little devil can't speak Chinese, otherwise he would have said something very Chinese: "Fuck! Damn, is this a fuel-air bomb?"

As soon as this thought came to mind, the fuel-air bomb hit the house directly.

Nowadays, this house is just a brick-concrete structure built with blue bricks. How can it withstand such a terrifyingly powerful individual fuel-air bomb?

boom!

A ball of flames rose into the sky.

Xiao Teng Yingci only felt that he was hit by an extremely violent impact, and then his eyes went black and he completely lost consciousness.

It would not feel that it would be blown into a bloody mud under this ball of flames, and then scattered by the shock wave, completely ending its sinful life.

Before the other eight devils could figure out what was happening, they were instantly turned into minced meat and bloody mud on the ground.

Under the raging flames, all sins will be washed away.

Zhang Dabiao saw the scene of the house flying apart, and also noticed the Japanese soldiers being blown apart. He spat fiercely: "Under Minister Yu's individual cloud bomb, you Japanese soldiers are as ridiculous as your bunkers."

As the fuel-air bomb exploded, violent explosions sounded one after another not far away, as lively as firecrackers during the New Year.

It seems that the fuel-air bomb just now was just a small footnote in this war, and the next war has just begun.

Flames rose into the sky everywhere.

Starting from Zhenyuan Gate, it seemed that the entire Taiyuan City would be set on fire.

The Japanese soldiers in the areas that were gradually recaptured by the Independent Regiment now had an indelible nightmare deep in their hearts. This nightmare was called the Molten City of Living Fire!

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After the city gate was breached, in just half an hour, the entire independent regiment had used up nearly three hundred fuel-air explosive bombs, with almost two bombs exploding every minute.

Four entire city blocks were demolished by the independent regiment.

When this news reached the Japanese temporary command center, the three senior Japanese officers could not believe their ears.

"What? You said that the independent regiment has broken through the defensive positions formed by our two battalions in the block in just half an hour?"

Ningji Okamura's eyes widened, with disbelief written all over them.

"Yes, General."

The Japanese officer who came to report military intelligence answered with gritted teeth.

"Only half an hour, only half an hour..."

Ningji Okamura was a little dazed and muttered to himself.

They had just tried to convince themselves that the independent regiment's combat effectiveness was much stronger than that of the locust army, so it was normal for them to be able to break through the city gate.

But they simply could not accept that the Independent Regiment was able to gain a foothold in the city in just half an hour, and was able to advance so far. At this speed, it would take at most another half an hour to reach the headquarters of the First Army of the Locust Army's North China Expeditionary Force, and then another half an hour to reach their temporary command post.

Prince Asaka Naruhiko was trembling with fear at the thought of facing the powerful force of the Independent Regiment. This was the first time that he ignored his dignity as a prince and directly ordered Okamura Neiji: "Quick, arrange a team to take me out of Taiyuan City, quickly!"

The dignity of a prince was completely gone, and he looked like a clown.

Ningji Okamura could only advise again and again to prevent the Japanese prince, who was already on the verge of collapse, from doing anything extreme. He told the prince that there were still more than 20,000 locust soldiers in the city and most of Taiyuan City was still in the hands of the locust soldiers. As long as they could withstand the attack of the independent regiment, a turnaround was still possible.

However, these statements were of no use, and instead intensified Prince Higashikuni Naruhiko's panic. He really could not imagine that in just a few short years, how come Jinling City and Taiyuan City at this time were two completely different scenes.

The offensive and defensive dynamics are different.