Seeing his soldiers burying explosive packs with unprecedented efficiency, Fukuchijiro felt no relief at all.

The Chinese must have had a conspiracy, which is almost certain. This is a nearly truth-based conclusion he came to fight against the Chinese for several consecutive days.

But as the blasters were all retreating, the long leads of the explosive packs placed in the Sihang Warehouse, the four-handling dead corners were already emitting white smoke, and the Chinese in the warehouse remained silent.

Deadly silent.

No matter how hard Jiro Yoshidai racked his brains, he couldn't figure out why such a strange situation occurred.

The biggest reason why people are afraid of death is the unknown. They are extremely afraid of the unknown world after death, so they fabricated heaven and hell. Good people enter heaven and evil people enter hell, and the most typical psychological self-soothing.

The Japanese colonel was not dead, but the vest was sweating like pulp. This was caused by psychological fear of the unknown.

Of course, this is mainly because the warehouse guards stepped on the poor Japanese army colonel a few days ago, so that one day he suddenly became "warm and affectionate", and he was extremely uncomfortable.

What a terrible inertial mentality! Even the hatred was chosen to obey.

"Order, except for the vanguard, an infantry squadron involved in the blasting, the rest of the troops must not act rashly." Weichijiro finally ordered.

Even if the Chinese had earth-shaking conspiracy, there were only more than one hundred people who had finished it. The Japanese colonel was still an infantry captain now, and he had no intention of really playing himself as an infantry squadron leader.

‘Where are the troops coming from? There are only five squadrons left in total!’ The Japanese Nakasaku complained fiercely in his heart with his eyelids down.

His future was lost by the stupid boss in front of him. If he didn't complain about him at any time, the Japanese army's central master felt that he was almost depressed.

With a few loud "boom boom" sounds, the huge Sihang warehouse was trembling.

Six or seven explosive packs were buried in all four corners, and the thick walls of the Sihang Warehouse could no longer hold on.

The smoke of gunpowder disappeared, and the large walls of Sihang Warehouse, which had once blocked the infantry cannon and blocked the heavy cannon, collapsed, forming new ruins under the warehouse.

If there weren't enough load-bearing columns in the warehouse, the blasting everywhere would be enough to blow up a building, but if it didn't collapse, what's the use?

Behind the collapsed wall is the building of Sihang Warehouse. It was the first time that Sihang Warehouse had shown its internal structure so clearly in front of everyone.

The rooms, stairs, sandbags and fortifications, and scattered bullet boxes are extremely clear under the bright autumn sun.

Sihang Warehouse has lost its most important shield.

The call from the south bank of the concession disappeared.

The middle-aged man in the suit was speechless and felt that it was a mistake for the first time that he had come here. He felt that he had been deceived by the female reporter with a nice name.

So what kind of bravery is there? Some are just cowardly, even so cowardly that they didn't even let a shot go. The originally impregnable fortress was blasted in front of him by the Japanese army.

The rickshaw driver was incredible. He didn't understand why this happened. What about the endless tactics that had emerged in the past? What about the Chinese soldiers who were fearless? Why were they all gone?

Dan Tai Mingyue was just as surprised, but she had a firm confidence in Tang Dao. Tang Dao would never disappoint her, and it should be the same this time.

Therefore, even if the wall of the warehouse was opened, she was only shocked but not panic.

But this scene was a great joy and ecstasy for the Japanese colonel!

Because he is a soldier, he is not like ordinary Chinese, who only builds his victory on confidence born from his previous record.

Without the strong walls of artillery, he did not even need to dispatch infantry. With the infantry artillery and grenade launchers alone, he could destroy the Chinese soldiers who dared to resist into artillery fire.

At this point, no matter what conspiracy the Chinese have, victory is only a matter of time. He doesn't even have to wait until today's sunset to raise the military flag of his unit on the roof of the warehouse building.

"Instructions, the vanguard will split one-third and enter the building to reconnaissance first. If the Chinese use the familiar terrain to fight back, there is no need to fight with it. The artillery of the corps will buried him little by little." The Japanese colonel who re-established confidence even began to take care of the lives of the soldiers under his command.

Since victory has become a fact, he must consider it for the future.

If the losses continue to increase, relying on the heads of more than 100 Chinese soldiers alone would not be enough to make up for the anger of the division commander. He had even thought about getting some Chinese civilian bodies to make up for the numbers. The division commander should not refuse such a nasty fool.

The 36th Infantry Regiment lost all its face, but it wasn’t the entire 3rd Division taking the blame!

As the military orders were conveyed one by one, more than 170 Japanese troops hid in temporary field fortifications more than 100 meters away and rushed towards the warehouse.

The first floor, which was opened with seven or eight large holes, was no longer as dark as before, and almost even the Chinese civilians more than 200 meters away could see the structure clearly.

Because of the need to take soil, the ground was already in a mess. Several chasms stretched across the ground. Concrete ruins smashed by artillery and explosives were everywhere. The entire first floor was already full of holes.

But what is worse than this messy look is naturally the hearts of the Chinese people.

"Why didn't he explode his grandson? Why didn't there even be anyone who shot? What about brothers? They were all there yesterday!" The rickshaw driver murmured to himself with a strong crying voice.

As a person who is at the bottom of society in Songhu, the rickshaw driver who has been here in Songhu for more than ten years is certainly afraid of offending the boss who spent fifty copper coins to wrap his day, but the most important thing is that it is difficult for him to accept the scene in front of him.

Others don’t understand, but he knows why he squats here for most of the days, not because there is free porridge here, but because this is the only place where he can feel that he still has dignity.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Here, he can join the well-dressed and high-end people to cheer for every victory of the soldiers. There is even a master in brocade robe patting his shoulder and smiling at the dusk after the battle, throwing dozens of bronze coins to him and invite him: "Let's go, Alah is happy today, take him to the place and invite him to have a drink."

Although he wouldn't go, he could feel that he was here and the nobles had never seen it, and he could feel that he was in the same identity as the nobles - Chinese.

Even the foreigners who had always frowned even when they saw him extremely humble, no longer showed such obvious expression of disgusting the strong smell of sweat on his body.

He dreamed that one day he would not have to bend over to say hello to the foreigners with yellow hair and blue eyes, nor would he have to bend over to pick up the copper coins they threw on the ground. Although such a life had actually numbed the strong laborers who had been working hard in this prosperous city for ten years.

But it does not mean that this ordinary Chinese person has no dreams. He dreams that his son will not do this again.

Now, the dream has come true.

He understood that it was given by the brothers who sacrificed their lives on the opposite side.

It can be said that the defenders of Sixing Warehouse are his spiritual totems, although there has never been any words such as spiritual or totems in the world of strong labor at the bottom of this city.

Now, will the dream return to reality? Will the foreigners show disgust again and scatter copper coins on the ground and let him lie down and pick them up?

"Membersman! Let's go, send me away from here!" The middle-aged man in the suit looked disappointed and looked at the Japanese infantry who were rushing into the warehouse.

He himself didn't know that his emotions would be so depressed. He didn't want to look at the warehouse again.

Perhaps, the fire of hope was just ignited and was blown to death by a basin of cold water!

Whether it is Japanese or Chinese, one thing is clear.

Defeat is a foregone conclusion.
Chapter completed!