Anti-Japanese War, weapons designer at Fengtian Arsenal

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The Penal Corps soldiers in the gas tanks aimed at the other two buildings and sent all the pressure from the cylinders out.

After three consecutive sprays, the first floors of the other two buildings were also set on fire. The oil columns shot out by the flamethrower bounced everywhere and burned the corridors in the room. The Japanese now couldn't rush out.

One advantage of a flamethrower is that the position it has been sprayed on cannot be occupied again until the semi-solidified napalm is completely burned out. This is very important for the attacker.

It's a pity that after three sprays, the booster bottle has no pressure. The motorcycle engine needs to be boosted for 20 seconds before it can be fired again. Forced firing is not impossible, but the sprayed fire column will be as soft and weak as the last few seconds of peeing.

After twenty seconds of pressurization, the soldier controlling the flamethrower saw that the pressure gauge had reached the pressure that could be used for another fire. Without saying a word, he aimed at the leftmost window on the second floor of the telegraph office and sprayed it again. This time the second floor was also set on fire, and the Japanese became even more panicked.

The Japanese in the buildings on both sides of the telegraph office had been burned into roast ducks. The two buildings had only two floors, and when the first floor was on fire, the people on the second floor were also scalded and suffocated to death.

All that's left is to wait for the gas cylinder to be pressurized and then spray the third and fourth floors of the telegraph office a few times.

During this process, the Japanese kept shooting at the fire truck through the window, but the Punishment Army tanks could silence them with a single shot.

At this time, the Japanese in the building were already panicked to the extreme. The screams of their colleagues who were burned to death by flamethrowers on the first floor were still lingering in their ears. The screams were so miserable and so intense. It must have been painful. They were scared.

The fire truck sprayed towards the second floor again. After a loud bang, the second floor was completely turned into a sea of ​​fire.

Several Japanese soldiers who were on fire ran around screaming. Other Japanese soldiers took off their military uniforms and wanted to go up to help them put out the fire, but their actions were useless. No matter how they covered their teammates who were on fire, they could not put out the fire. Instead, they spread the fire evenly and burned themselves.

Now no one dared to rescue them and they could only watch their colleagues being burned to charcoal. Their struggles and screams before death brought the Japanese morale to a negative level.

The fire-breathing monster was still spewing flames rhythmically out of the windows. The second floor was completely uninhabitable, and the third floor was next.

In this desperate situation, the Japanese captain ordered a desperate charge.

50 soldiers carrying explosive packs shouted "Load!" and rushed from the third floor to the burning second and first floors. They were screaming in pain from the fire before they could get out of the building. Some of them were blinded by the smoke and burns, and could not find their way, got lost in the sea of ​​fire, and were burned to charcoal.

But some Japanese soldiers still rushed downstairs screaming and found the exit, trying to use the explosives on their bodies to blow up the fire-breathing monster.

But the tanks of the Punishment Army ruthlessly shattered their fantasies. Each tank had at least two heavy machine guns, and a random burst of fire from these heavy machine guns could turn anyone who wanted to charge into pieces.

Several Japanese soldiers who turned into flame warriors were killed by heavy machine guns before they could even rush out of the sea of ​​fire. The explosive packs on their bodies were roasted by the flames on the first floor. After a burst of bombardment, rubble and stones flew everywhere, and the Japanese soldiers' desperate charge failed.

The explosion of the explosive packs of the Japanese suicide squad destroyed a few walls on the first floor, but prevented the whole building from collapsing. The Japanese on the third and fourth floors were knocked to the ground, but soon got up again.

Now the Japanese captain was helpless. The strange car was still spewing flames, and every time there was a roar, he trembled all over.

The person who was being burned by the fire next to him was still screaming. He didn't want to die, especially not in such a miserable way.

He looked at his soldiers with confused eyes and found that the soldiers were also looking at him with fear, as if they had all become stray dogs.

"Surrender...we surrender..."

The Japanese captain chose to surrender. They no longer had the courage and weapons to resist.

A Japanese soldier climbed up to the rooftop of the fourth floor, tied the white and yellow loincloth with a rifle with a bayonet inserted, and shook it there, shouting "surrender".

Seeing this, Da Ji Ba remained unmoved. Throughout the history of World War II, there were many cases where the Japanese pretended to surrender and then suddenly attacked. The US military was disgusted by this, and later the front-line troops simply refused to accept the Japanese surrender.

There were only 100 infantrymen following the tank of the Big Machine King. If the Japanese in the building pretended to surrender, it was possible that he would be defeated, so he refused to accept the surrender and let the fire truck continue to attack.

The fire was raging so fiercely that the floor of the third floor of the telegraph office was burned. More than 300 Japanese soldiers had no choice but to rush to the fourth floor, and soon they had only the rooftop to stay.

"Why don't you accept surrender? Why?"

The Japanese captain is about to cry. They have already surrendered, what else do they want?

At this time, a Japanese squadron leader said: "Sir, maybe they are afraid that we are pretending to surrender and that's why they don't want to accept our surrender. Why don't we let the soldiers throw their weapons down the building so that they can see our sincerity in surrendering!"

He felt ashamed when he said this. He was obviously a warrior of the empire, but he was discussing how to surrender so that the other party would accept it.

But there is no way around it. No matter how brave a person is, when you see your colleagues being burned into black charcoal and letting out the loudest and most miserable screams you have ever heard in your life, you will choose to surrender.

The Japanese captain thought this was a good idea and made some additions.

"Yes! Throw all the weapons downstairs. Also, take off your clothes, pants, and loincloth. We can't hide weapons like this. Go to the rooftop naked!"

Then, a strange scene appeared on the battlefield. More than 300 surviving Japanese soldiers stood on the rooftop, threw rifles, grenades, bullet belts and other things downstairs, and then began to take off their clothes and pants. Soon, 300 people were standing naked on the roof, jumping and shouting to surrender.

The soldiers of the 19th Route Army hiding at the intersection in the distance were all stunned. How could these devils be so shameless? They were Japanese soldiers. Wouldn't this make Japan lose face?

Da Jiba also realized this, and quickly contacted Li Qinwu, asking him to open a portal in an empty place, send a few cameras over, and take crazy photos of the Japanese. Then, a famous scene photo that has been passed down through the ages was born.

I saw a raging fire on the first and second floors of the telegraph office. A group of naked Japanese soldiers stood on the rooftop, all waving white loincloths and requesting surrender.

Their hurried look looked ridiculous, as if the burning telegraph office building had become a frying pan and the Japanese soldiers on the rooftop had become hairy crabs waiting to be fried.