northernbook Chapter 748 White Phosphorus Bomb Incinerates Everything
Chapter 748 White Phosphorus Bomb Incinerates Everything
The captain of the Nujiao bomber squadron, an officer with an upright posture and sharp eyes, sat upright on the driving seat of the Nujiao bomber which was full of precise instruments. His eyes penetrated the thick cabin glass, as if they could penetrate the clouds and smoke and reach the war-torn city of Kashima below.
The outline of the city was blurred in the interweaving of fire and black smoke. The once prosperous streets were now only broken walls and ruins, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of burning and despair.
The corners of his mouth rose unconsciously, revealing a hint of sneer, which was a ruthless mockery and judgment of the Japanese devils who committed heinous crimes on Chinese soil.
"All units, all units, all units, all units!" His voice penetrated the roar of the engine through the radio waves and was clearly transmitted to the cabin of each Nu Jiao bomber. His voice was steady and powerful. "I am Nu Jiao No. 1, and I am issuing an order now. Kashima City is already shaky under our first round of attacks, and the enemy's air defense system has been completely paralyzed. This is the best time for us to give them a fatal blow!"
As he finished speaking, the communication channel in the cabin quickly became active, and the pilots of each bomber responded one after another, their voices also filled with passion for battle and desire for victory.
"Nu Jiao No. 2 received, prepare to carry out the second round of bombing mission, drop white phosphorus bombs at low altitude, and make this land a purgatory for the Japanese devils!"
"Angry Dragon No. 3 understands, adjust the flight attitude and prepare to dive!"
"Raging Dragon IV is ready, coordinates confirmed, white phosphorus bombs loaded!"
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The squadron leader nodded with satisfaction, and once again fixed his eyes on Kashima City below. He gently pulled the joystick, and the Nujiao No. 1 bomber slowly descended, approaching the city that was already shrouded in the shadow of death. Inside the cabin, the bombardier tightly grasped the button, as if he had seen how the blazing flames would devour everything after the white phosphorus bomb fell.
Following an order, several white phosphorus bombs poured out from the belly of the plane, streaking through the sky, carrying the flames of revenge, and heading straight for Kashima City. In an instant, the sky above the city was once again illuminated by brilliant flames, but this time the light was a sign of destruction. The burning white phosphorus not only illuminated the night sky, but also illuminated Kashima City, which had almost turned into ruins.
More than thirty white phosphorus bombs were dropped from high altitude. Like messengers carrying the breath of destruction, they cut through the night sky and fell into Kashima City, which was once prosperous but now became a ruin under the smoke of war.
They cut through the air in mid-air, making sharp whistling sounds, as if announcing the arrival of the fire of destruction.
White phosphorus, a terrible substance that reacts violently with oxygen in the air at room temperature, is now showing its destructive power in every corner of Kashima City.
When the white phosphorus bombs touched the ground, they immediately began to burn violently, releasing blazing flames. These flames were like demons from hell, madly devouring all combustible things.
The entire Kashima City seemed to have fallen into the abyss of a sea of fire. On both sides of the street, the once towering buildings began to burn violently under the licking of the flames, making a sharp burning sound. The flames illuminated the entire city as if it were daytime, and the unburned debris looked even more weird and terrifying under the reflection of the flames.
The exterior walls of the buildings were twisted and deformed by the flames, and the glass shattered in the heat wave, making crackling sounds. The fire spread rapidly, engulfing every corner of the city in raging flames.
In the sea of fire, cries for help, screams and shouts for help came one after another, interweaving with the crackling of the flames, forming a thrilling sound and picture. Those Fuso soldiers who were already injured in the war now had nowhere to escape in the sea of fire.
Their clothes were set on fire, their skin was scorched by the high temperature, and their faces were filled with pain and despair. Some people tried to rush to the water, but were blocked by the fire. In the end, they could only struggle in despair and wait for death to come.
However, the fire had no mercy. It devoured all life without hesitation, spreading fear and despair in every corner. Those once prosperous streets now became roads of death. People cried and struggled in the fire, but no one could escape the clutches of the flames.
The thick smoke produced by the burning of white phosphorus made the disaster even worse. The smoke had a pungent smell, suffocated people, and left them with nowhere to escape. Under the cover of darkness, the smoke seemed to be the messenger of death, bringing despair and fear to everyone in the sea of fire.
In the face of such a disaster, human power seemed so small and helpless. The fire engulfed the city and swallowed up lives, leaving only scorched earth and ashes. This disaster caused by white phosphorus bombs has become the eternal nightmare of Kashima City.
In this symphony of fire and smoke, those once prosperous street scenes and those once vibrant lives were completely destroyed in an instant.
Finally, when the fire gradually subsided and the smoke gradually dissipated, Kashima City had become a place completely destroyed by war and flames.
In the ruins of Kashima City engulfed by raging flames, the remnants of the Kumamoto Division and the Fuso people in the city experienced an unspeakable catastrophe together.
The remnants of the Kumamoto Division were shrouded in despair and helplessness at this moment. Many soldiers were in tattered clothes and covered with scars, and some even dragged their incomplete bodies and struggled to crawl in the sea of fire.
Their eyes have lost their former sharpness and fighting spirit, replaced by a desire for survival and confusion about the future.
The soldiers tightly grasped their dull weapons in their hands, trying to find a glimmer of hope for life in despair, but the flames and thick smoke around them mercilessly pushed them step by step into the abyss of death.
The Fusang people in the city suffered an unprecedented disaster. Many of them had no time to escape and could only watch their homes being engulfed by flames. Some families hugged and cried in the sea of fire, trying to use each other's body temperature to resist the biting cold and despair.
The crying of children, the groaning of the elderly and the desperate cries of the young people intertwined to form the most heartbreaking movement in this hellish scene.
Many houses collapsed in the sea of fire, burying innocent people. Those who managed to escape were mostly seriously injured, their faces were covered with smoke and tears, their eyes flashed with desire for life and helplessness towards reality.
They supported each other and struggled forward in the sea of fire, trying to find a glimmer of hope. But in this land destroyed by war and fire, the hope of life seemed to be becoming increasingly slim.
The entire Kashima City seemed to have turned into a hell on earth, with fire, thick smoke and wailing intertwined to form a tragic picture.