As there was a huge explosion in the four-row warehouse, thick blue flames, representing extremely high temperatures, shot out from each window.
Not only that, all kinds of munitions piled up in the window that could not be taken away, including unused grenades and helmet mines, were sprayed out by the high-temperature air wave almost at the same time.
And when those debris fell to the ground, various types of munitions that had been roasted by high temperature and high pressure began to explode.
The large number of helmet mines that fell on the ground were like the thousand-headed whips set off on New Year's Eve, flashing all the way and making a series of roars, swallowing up everyone nearby.
Artillery shells, explosives, and hand grenades then burst into flames like angry evil spirits in the thick black gunpowder smoke.
No matter which angle you looked at, this explosion could not be seen as clearly as the reporters on the news airship.
"Oh... this explosion reminds me of the way the sailing battleships opened fire in the past. It was a rare salvo. Of course, the battleships opened fire, but compared to the explosion on this building."
"It's so scary, the people in the building..."
Finally withdrawing her gaze from the triangle wing hidden in the Shanghai concession area, Yelena came back to her senses and felt a little embarrassed. She ran her fingers through the broken hair on her temples and smiled unnaturally.
"Dear gentlemen and ladies in the audience, everyone must have heard the huge explosion just now. This is really a surprising explosion. It should be the Chinese defenders of Sihang Warehouse, preparing for the invading Japanese army.
He set a cruel trap. Yes, this trap is extremely cruel..."
"According to our observation with the help of telescopes on the news airship, not a single Japanese soldier came out of the Sihang Warehouse after the explosion. I'm afraid... However, the retreat method of the last defender in the Sihang Warehouse attracted my attention. That
It’s a triangular-winged kite…”
Different from Yelena's report, the two Japanese reporters on the news airship had already roared,
"This, this is a crime, this is murder. There are thousands of people in the building, and that's thousands of lives..."
"Hi"
A Chinese reporter pulled the lever of the camera to roll the film and said smoothly as he raised the camera,
"Hey, this is war."
Then he paused while raising the camera, and then continued,
"No one posted a message to invite you to come. Since it's a war, you can't fight, you naughty kids. If you lose, you'll just do nothing."
The expression on the Japanese reporter's gloomy face suddenly changed, and he asked with a sarcastic smile,
"Oh, Chinese people, the Shanghai stock market seems to have been occupied by us, who loses?"
Feeling that his Japanese colleague had no professional ethics, the Chinese reporter shook his head invisibly and ignored the work.
But when Yelena heard the Japanese's shameless words, a glimmer of displeasure flashed across her beautiful face, and she pointed the microphone in her hand at the Japanese reporter,
"Sir, since you think the Empire of Japan won, then as a journalist, why did you use an irrational attitude to evaluate this battle just now?"
As a reporter, the Japanese reporter knew that what he just said that was almost "wailing" was not easy for others to know. But when faced with Yelena's tricky question, he actually didn't think of the answer for a moment.
Seeing his embarrassed look, Yelena asked reluctantly,
"Sir... oh, it's Mr. Miyamoto from the Asahi Shimbun. During the four days of the Sihang Warehouse defense battle, even with the addition of the 1st Division of the 87th Division of the regular army that had withdrawn in the early stage, as well as those on the south bank at the moment, your army mobilized
Let me see... Marine Corps groups, Chongteng Brigade, tank detachments..."
Yelena did not disclose the detailed numbers and strength of these troops, but I believe the radio listeners also knew that this was a battle with great disparity in strength.
"Let's see... Now this battle has officially ended, but after the final big explosion, except for the Chinese defenders who have retreated to the south bank of the Suzhou River, there are almost no people standing on the battlefield... Mr. Miyamoto...
Miyamoto... Dear listeners, Mr. Miyamoto looked ugly and found it difficult to accept the defeat of the Japanese army in this battle, so he said nothing... This is the live broadcast of KRC Radio on the news airship above Sihang Warehouse...
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In the eyes of reporters, the battle at Sihang Warehouse is not over yet. After all, there is so much to say about such a battle with such a huge disparity in strength.
Therefore, the press will still need to be noisy for a while, but Zhang Sixing is already on the road to creating new "news headlines".
On both sides of the road, there were disarmed White Russian soldiers everywhere. After all, they were militiamen, and no matter how awesome they boasted, they could not resist the regular army that had just come off the battlefield. There were four tanks to help out, and they captured their commander immediately.
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They all raised their hands high and dejectedly. They were escorted by teenagers from the military camp, pointing at them with captured Lee Enfield rifles.
"Help me collect the delta wing and send it back to the command post..."
He casually opened the metal buckles that fixed the folding points on the delta wings, then put them together, and said hello to the soldiers nearby.
Then he ran quickly to the garbage bridge. When he got there, he saw reporters holding cameras to take pictures.
In particular, under the guidance of Guan Shijie, they risked climbing over the railings on the roadside, asking people to point to their clothes, and taking risks to take pictures of the explosives installed under the bridge.
At this time, the soldiers who had withdrawn from the Sihang Warehouse were preparing to march.
There were two Japanese Type 97 tanks at the front and rear, and in the middle were trucks used by the All Nations Merchant Group to transport soldiers, and six armored vehicles. All of them now became the equipment of Zhang Sixing's men, but this was not the time to take it lightly.
After all, if you want to leave the concession, you have already defeated the merchant group of all nations in the concession. But after all, there are more than 4,000 patrol policemen in the concession, many of whom are loyal doglegs serving the concession.
If time were not a little tight, Zhang Sixing would not mind going to the Ministry of Industry Bureau and asking them what rights they had as a concession autonomous organization to intervene in the Anti-Japanese War. He also prevented an anti-Japanese team from retreating after complete combat.
Originally, he had the heart to lead people to snatch Xie Jinyuan and others out of the lone army camp, but when the men of the 87th Division drank with Xie Jinyuan before retreating, the other party made it clear that he wanted to be Yue Fei.
As the saying goes, an ordinary man cannot seize his ambition, so Zhang Sixing had no choice but to give up this idea.
Just as he was about to check the preparation level of the entire convoy, Lu Feizhang saw him and ran towards him in a few steps.
"Sir, Guan Shijie just killed several patrol policemen."
"Why."
"When the patrol captain spoke, he waved a pistol in his hand and said this was a concession..."
What Lu Feizhang didn't expect was that Zhang Sixing asked calmly,
"It's nothing to kill a few patrolmen. I only have one principle. You should use foreigners' money to support your family and do things for others. But if you feel that the concession is great and foreign uncles can't be offended, just kill such traitors."