94: Chapter 94 The Final Offensive

The Little Devils' fire attack lasted for a whole day.

Incendiary bombs were continuously thrown toward The Warehouse.

The defending troops inside The Warehouse had absolutely no way to counter it.

They could only extinguish the fires while bearing the brunt of it.

As evening approached, the flames burning on the outer walls were extinguished.

The Little Devils had exhausted their supply of incendiary bombs.

Fortunately, The Warehouse itself was fireproof; the only things that needed attention were the windows.

After continuous burning by the flames, many holes had appeared in the windows.

These areas needed to be patched up immediately.

Regimental Adjutant Xie Jin, once the open flames had mostly disappeared, immediately arranged for men to reinforce the windows to prevent the Little Devils from taking the opportunity to storm into The Warehouse.

Just at this moment, the scouting Chinese Soldiers discovered a new situation.

On the fifth floor, a Chinese Soldier gripping a machine gun saw the Little Devils continuously approaching.

The sunset in the distance had not yet fully set, taking advantage of the remaining light in the sky.

The Little Devils were bringing flamethrowers, with a tanker truck following behind them, as they rushed toward The Warehouse.

Seeing this, the Chinese Soldier on the fifth floor continuously laid down suppressive machine gun fire in that direction.

They all recognized what that thing was.

The range of a flamethrower was thirty meters; once they were allowed to get close, even those on the fifth floor would be burned.

"Damn it, these Little Devils are still coming to burn us!"

"Dammit, will this never end!"

Having been burned for a whole day, the stifled and heavy anger in the hearts of the Chinese Soldiers had nowhere to be released.

Now, seeing that the Little Devils had actually run over with flamethrowers again.

Bullets continuously swept toward the Little Devils over there.

They no longer cared about conserving ammunition; they just wanted to kill that group of Little Devils first.

They burned from day until night.

As a result, these Little Devils were still coming to burn at night.

On the top floor, Wang Ye heard the commotion below and looked over.

When he saw what the Little Devils were holding in the distance, someone in the livestream room immediately recognized what it was.

Then they told Wang Ye.

"Flamethrowers? Damn, these Little Devils are too disgusting, right? They threw incendiary bombs all day, and now they're bringing flamethrowers at night to keep burning?"

"I'm getting furious just watching this; these Little Devils really aren't human."

"Although anything goes on the battlefield, these Little Devils are truly disgusting."

"They've even used fire attacks, why haven't we seen them use poison gas?"

"Do they dare use poison gas? The International Settlement is right next door."

After Wang Ye learned that it was a flamethrower, his expression immediately turned grim.

During the day, he had been half-suffocated by the thick smoke caused by the Little Devils' fire attack, and he had finally managed to make it to the evening.

And now this group of Little Devils was coming back again.

"Damn it, these Little Devils are going too far."

Wang Ye felt an impulse in his heart to strap grenades to his body, jump down, and blow those Little Devils to death.

However, before he could take action, someone else had already started.

He saw a Chinese Soldier on the fifth floor using the cover of night to slide down the drainage pipe of The Warehouse from the fifth floor.

Wang Ye could see that the Chinese Soldier seemed to be carrying explosives and grenades on his back.

Seeing this scene, Wang Ye stared fixedly at the man.

He saw the man nimbly slide down the drum tower step by step to the first floor.

Then, carrying the explosives and grenades, he used the surrounding architectural cover to run toward the Little Devils.

In the livestream room, the audience was very shocked to see this scene.

"Damn, a flying man! Climbing down from the fifth floor with bare hands."

"Wait, is he trying to run over and die together with the Little Devils?"

"Awesome, he dared to climb down from the fifth-floor drainage pipe without any protective measures; could our modern soldiers do this?"

"They probably could, isn't this something that gets trained?"

"That's only for special forces, right? Where would ordinary soldiers train for this?"

"Could the two who sacrificed themselves earlier have climbed down this way too? If they also climbed down like this, doesn't that mean everyone is a flying man?"

The Little Devils dared not get within ten meters of The Warehouse.

Because they were afraid that Chinese Soldiers would strap grenades to themselves and jump down from the building.

However, they did not expect that Chinese Soldiers would climb down from the building and actively attack them.

Wang Ye kept his eyes fixed on the man, watching him move quickly to the side of the Little Devils.

Upon seeing the man, the Little Devils immediately panicked and wanted to flee to the side.

Subsequently, Wang Ye heard a roar.

"Burn! I'll let you burn to your heart's content."

After a few gunshots, there was a huge explosion.

Brilliant flames and fireworks illuminated the surroundings.

Like a sun, it was extraordinarily dazzling and eye-catching.

Just when Wang Ye thought it was over, there was an even larger explosion.

A huge mushroom of fire shot up into the sky; seeing this scene, Wang Ye was instantly stunned in place.

In the livestream room, the audience was also very shocked to see this scene.

"Wait, are these explosive satchels this powerful?"

"A mushroom cloud was blown up? Only missiles have this kind of power, right?"

"This must be because the Little Devils' tanker truck exploded; grenades and explosive satchels definitely don't have this much power."

"Wow, I can even feel that vibration watching from the livestream room."

Wang Ye ignored the barrage; he was still immersed in the shock from just a moment ago.

The shockwave generated by the explosion of the tanker truck shook him so much that he was a bit unsteady on his feet.

Even the Chinese Soldiers inside The Warehouse felt the movement from the explosion just now.

After feeling this huge explosion, Regimental Adjutant Xie Jin immediately sent someone to ask about the situation.

Very quickly, the person sent out brought back news for him.

After listening to the person's report, Regimental Adjutant Xie Jin was silent for a moment.

"They are all good men. What is his name? The hero's name must be recorded; his contribution cannot be forgotten."

Regimental Adjutant Xie Jin asked.

"Report, Lieutenant Colonel Xie, he is Zhang Qiuming from the machine gun company."

Upon hearing this name, Regimental Adjutant Xie Jin opened his notebook for recording battle reports and recorded everything that had just happened in the notebook.

At the same time, he took out another notebook; this was his diary, in which he wrote his diary entries.

Regimental Adjutant Xie Jin had always had the habit of keeping a diary in the army.

As a soldier, on the battlefield, one could die at any moment.

He did not want to leave nothing behind after his death.

He had written a lot in this diary, in case he accidentally sacrificed his life.

This diary could be left behind.

To be left for his relatives and friends, it could have some final value.

After the explosion, at the Little Devils' regimental Command Post.

Upon hearing this huge explosion, Takamori Sho knew that the mission must have failed.

His expression was somewhat ugly.

After attacking for so many days, he had not made any progress.

Instead, the people he sent out died wave after wave.

The pressure from his superiors was immense.

Overwhelming public opinion was pressing down on his superiors, and his superiors in turn put the pressure on him.

Several dozen minutes after the explosion, the surviving Little Devils fled back.

Upon hearing that surviving soldiers had returned, Takamori Sho immediately gathered these soldiers and asked them about the situation.

A Little Devil, covered in soot from the explosion, said tremblingly: "Those Chinese people have no regard for their lives. They came down from the building without us noticing, charging over with explosive satchels and grenades strapped to their bodies."

"Our tanker truck was detonated, and everyone near the tanker truck died."