"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! "The loud explosion quickly overwhelmed the piercing air raid sirens and echoed over Tokyo.

In those days, even Japanese people didn't have much nighttime entertainment, and most Japanese people went to bed early. When many Japanese people wake up from their sleep and look out, they are obscured by a thick night.

Only the dull sound of explosions, the constant sound of air defense sirens, the cries of people, the scolding of soldiers, the sound of hurried footsteps, the sound of car engines, the sound of wooden doors and windows crashing, and even the crisp cracking sound of glass and other glass, can tear open the cracks and reach people's ears.

The lights were soon extinguished by the roar of soldiers and police. Only more and more anti-aircraft artillery tracer shells were left trailing their long tails and rushing into the night sky in the thick searchlight columns that were swaying around.

Tokyo has experienced at least a few air defense drills, and at night, any light on could have given bombers in the air direction.

The Japanese did not know that radar was used in the strategic bomber formations in Huaxia to confirm targets everywhere, but they quickly began to control the lights in accordance with the drill regulations.

However, in the event of a sudden change, even enough management personnel cannot be in place, so how can such a large city be successfully managed in place? The flickering lights and the flare of fires in some places obscured the dim flare of most aerial bombs, and if it weren't for the loud noise, many Japanese who had just woken up from their sleep would have gone unnoticed.

As for the smoke scattered from these dull explosions, it was completely obscured by the night.

"It smells so good! Who brought the apple today? "In a workshop that made aluminum lunch boxes for the Japanese army, Shinji Sakata twitched his nose a few times.

It is limited by geography, technology and resources. During World War II, Japan's industry was not like the Americans' large factories. In addition to a few large factories, there are more small workshops scattered in residential areas.

Even in the military industry, those small workshops, even handicraft workshops, are the backbone of it.

There are also a surprising number of small workshops scattered throughout Tokyo.

Sakata's family runs an aluminum processing workshop in Shinjuku Ward.

If it weren't for Indonesia, which was one of the six major bauxite producing areas at this time, the output of bauxite from Indonesia exceeded 500,000 tons. I'm afraid their factories won't be running at such full capacity.

The demand for aluminum in domestic fighter production is high, and most of the demand for aluminum must first make way for fighter production.

Even some soldiers in the south did not have enough aluminum lunch boxes, and even a batch of lunch boxes made of bamboo tubes appeared.

The restrictions on aluminum metal, and the lack of enough technology to receive orders for aluminum products for some fighters, made the business of the Sakata family difficult. Almost bankrupt. Recently, I received an order to supply aluminum lunch boxes to the military, which is better, and now I am working overtime day and night to catch up with the production.

It's just that now because of the air raid alarm, the lights in the workshop are also forcibly controlled, and there are only a few dim indoor lights.

The Japanese are worried about the guidance of the lights, and even some indoor lights are banned.

Many workshops were unable to produce and had to wait for the ban to be lifted. It is also an opportunity to get the workers who work 14 hours a day to get some exercise.

Shinji Sakata, who was his turn to be the supervisor today, smelled the fragrance of apples at this time.

Since the Japanese evacuated from China, apples have become a sought-after luxury. Even if the army going south captured Nanyang, there were more tropical fruits on the market that were still expensive because of poor preservation, but temperate fruits such as apples were under the joint blockade of Britain and the United States and China. It's still hard to see in the market. Ordinary families can't afford to spend at all, which makes Sakata Shinji unforgettable.

"Looks like it's outside?" Shinji Sakata, who has always boasted of his sensitive nose, finally smelled the direction where the smell of apples was wafting from.

"Don't open the door, there's just a bomb exploded outside!" The two female workers hiding in the corner persuaded with trembling voices.

"It's okay, I'll just open the door and take a look......" Shinji Sakata said with a smile as he opened the door, but only by a palm's width of the door. And he fell headlong to the ground.

"Ahh ......" There were several exclamations from the female workers in the room, but soon the sound was completely gone.

Under the night sky of Tokyo, screams that resemble an abrupt stop can be heard in many places. There are also many people who are lying on the street without realizing it, and there are many Japanese people who never wake up from their sleep.

"It's poison gas!" Some soldiers quickly reacted, and this was the smell when they released mustard gas to Huaxia and others on the battlefield.

"Cover your mouth with a wet towel!" Some retired veterans and numerous officers in Tokyo reacted quickly and proposed countermeasures.

It's a pity that they only smell the mustard smell of the rotten apples, but ignore the smell of another fresh apple in the air.

Sarin. The pure ones are colorless and odorless, and the ones that contain impurities have an apple smell. Mixed with the smell of rotten apples like mustard gas, not many people can distinguish it. Even if someone sniffs out the difference, how many people can tell that this is sarin gas, which was only discovered by the Germans in 38 years and has never been used?

Even if they covered their mouths and noses, people kept falling. Also apple-like, sarin is far more toxic than mustard gas.

It works not only through the respiratory tract, but also through the mucocutaneous membranes. It can kill a person in minutes, and a drop of sarin the size of a needle's eye can kill an adult in a flash.

Just plugging the mouth and nose doesn't work, and more people don't even know how to block the mouth and nose.

I just saw someone fall down inexplicably, and I was even more panicked. More frightened Japanese ran out of the house shouting, but soon fell like a log to the street forever in the accelerated blood and expanded breathing.

Even though the effect of poison gas was much worse under the severe convective weather at this time, it spread farther away with the air current.

People are constantly dying and being injured, especially in the many workshops and factories in Tokyo, where even cats and dogs are silent.

"Damn the Shina people!" After hurrying to the palace to find Hirohito temporarily unharmed, Hideki Tojo, who was relieved, jumped violently.

"This is the revenge of the Shina people!" Konoe Fumiro said lightly, "If we use poison gas, they will retaliate with a tooth for a tooth!" ”

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"Tokyo is full of wooden houses, and it would be better to use incendiary bombs. If we send more bombers, we might burn all of Tokyo to the ground. Meng Xiang muttered to himself, in the entire command room of the main base, only the little flowers on the big screen were listening.

"I'm conflicted right now! Internally, I want to burn the whole of Tokyo with an incendiary bomb in one go. Meng Xiang sighed, and turned to whisper to Xiaohua on the big screen.

Although Meng Xiang has the weapon of the golden finger in his hand, his words and deeds are likely to determine the life and death of thousands of people, so he can't be careless. Being in a high position, if the huge pressure is not channeled for a long time, it is easy to drive people crazy. Meng Xiang couldn't say a lot of things to others, but Xiaohua has always been a good listener.

"Then you're going to burn it. We have enough incendiary bombs, and we have enough bombers. Xiaohua's speech is really becoming more and more humane now, and when she responds to Meng Xiang's confiding, she still has a smile on her face. However, to understate what Meng Xiang said about burning the whole of Tokyo is like pinching a cockroach to death, it is not in line with the normal emotions of human beings.

In Xiaohua's eyes, it is enough to make Commander Xiaobai happy, what else does it matter to her?

Meng Xiang smiled bitterly: "You don't understand! ”

"I don't understand?" Xiaohua's mood fluctuated a little, "Because of internationalism? Humanitarianism? Slaughter is not allowed, right? ”

"It's not! Even if all the Japanese are exterminated, I won't shed half a tear! Meng Xiang categorically denied that maybe he would be a little unbearable to let him do it himself, but just giving the order to slaughter all the Japanese, Meng Xiang was confident that he still didn't have too much pressure.

But the Japanese have robbed too many precious cultural relics and all kinds of books from China, and China has lost a lot of cultural destruction from the pseudo-Qing Dynasty, and even books like "Tiangong Kaiwu" have been transferred back to China from Japan. The Japanese, who have been stealing from China, must still have a lot of information that can restore a more authentic Chinese civilization.

I am confident that as long as there is enough time, with the base and the memories in my mind, China's economy and strong industrial power will soon rise to become the world's number one power. But what about culture? The revival of Chinese civilization is not only economic and military, but more importantly, the Chinese culture of the Western world.

The cultural relics that carry the cultural precipitation handed down from generation to generation by the ancestors cannot be bought with money. In particular, those records with Chinese characters are fundamental to the continuity of Chinese civilization. Maybe the Americans will not feel sorry for the bombing of Tokyo, they only pursue victory, but I still hope to keep a more imprint of China for our future generations! ”

"Rat-throwing bogey!" Xiaohua suddenly came up with an idiom, "Do you want to indulge them like this, until you finally fight in the streets with great sacrifices?" You must know that street fighting also requires a huge price, and even the whole city is in ruins, destroying all the cultural relics! ”

"That's why I used the gas bomb first!" Meng Xiang touched his nose and smiled, "When people die, things will still be left, maybe those industrial machines in Japan can also be left to Huaxia." We don't dislike it, we will all pack it in the future! ”