Tank cannons were completely unnecessary in dealing with small Japanese pirate ships.
The 1150 machine guns were more than enough; in just over ten seconds, Kameda's ship was reduced to pieces.
The Japanese pirates on the shore were stunned by what they saw.
The other ships that came to greet them also stopped.
As a red flag slowly rose, the Japanese pirates on the island gradually realized that the soldiers on the ship did not seem to be from the Eight-Nation Alliance.
But they reacted a little too slowly.
Li Chang'an sat inside the tank, watching the Japanese pirates on the island who were beginning to panic, his eyes calm.
This time, he's going to give these Japanese pirates a barbecue.
Chang'an Barbecue!
"fire!"
"A volley!"
As the order was relayed, all the tanks aimed at Iwo Jima.
"Bang!"
There was no reciprocation, nor was the group of Japanese pirates notified.
Back then, they used cannons to blast open the gates of China; this time, Li Chang'an will also use cannons to blast open the gates of the island nation.
Li Chang'an wanted to repeat everything that the Japanese pirates did in China back then in the island nation.
There was neither magnanimity nor forgiveness.
Forgiving them is what the victims should do; all Li Chang'an can do is send them to see the victims.
Three thousand tanks and three thousand shells fell on Iwo Jima like meteors.
Countless Japanese pirates, celebrating their victory with flowers, heard the sharp sound of cannonballs whistling through the sky.
They watched helplessly as the shell traced a beautiful arc before finally landing.
"boom!"
A mushroom cloud shot into the sky, and the temperature at the center of the explosion instantly reached an astonishing 6,000 degrees Celsius.
The shells on tanks, except that they don't emit nuclear radiation, are about as powerful as atomic bombs.
Therefore, the moment the shell exploded, the Japanese pirates at the center of the explosion were instantly vaporized and turned into a cloud of gas.
Three thousand shells landed one after another on Iwo Jima, creating mushroom clouds one after another.
Countless Japanese pirates became familiar faces inside the mushroom cloud.
Those Japanese pirates who were lucky were blown up on the spot, their souls drifting in the sea of fire before being sucked into the Hell Lamp in Li Chang'an's hand.
The unlucky Japanese pirates were on the very edge of the explosion, blown over by the blast wave, and then felt the shells falling one after another.
Most of the houses on the island are wooden huts.
Once ignited by the flames of the explosion, it basically burst into flames.
The rest of the area is mostly covered with trees, so if one place catches fire, it will trigger a series of reactions.
After a salvo, Iwo Jima was engulfed in flames.
The scorching temperature could be felt even across the ocean.
Ma Guocheng was planning to visit the island, but now it seems there is no need for him to do so.
Looking at Iwo Jima, now a sea of fire, everyone fell into deep thought.
Xiong Er glanced at Li Chang'an cautiously before speaking.
"Young master, please give us a chance to do it next time, okay?"
"Otherwise, by the time we make a move, the enemy will be almost dead."
"We don't feel like we're fighting at all. The brothers have been spoiled rotten."
Li Chang'an scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly.
"It's alright, there are still a few ships left. Brothers, let's take care of these Japanese pirates to pass the time."
"Once we land on the island, there are still over ten million Japanese pirates there. Don't rush."
"I promise you'll get your fill next time too."
Upon hearing this, the soldiers of Tai'an City were relieved and turned to sail their ships towards the Japanese pirates on the high seas.
Ichiro Nemoto hid behind a large rock, his face ashen.
He only now realized that the people standing on Okamura Yasuichi's ship were soldiers from the Ming Dynasty.
The Eight-Nation Alliance failed to conquer the Ming Dynasty; instead, their ships were seized and then used in retaliation.
When the explosions stopped, he slowly raised his head and looked around.
The once bustling and vibrant Iwo Jima has been transformed into a sea of fire.
Those arrogant pirates who used to spout vulgarities have vanished.
The women on the island who were holding flowers to welcome Okamura Yasuaki have also disappeared.
All he could see were flames and thick smoke.
Amidst the flames, several people were burning, emitting painful cries.
Beside him, General Dekang Muchuan of Iwo Jima had gone mad.
In just a moment, Iwo Jima, which the Decon family had painstakingly built, was turned into a sea of fire.
He screamed at the top of his lungs, begging for help to put out the fire.
Unfortunately, no one responded to him; most of the Japanese pirates who usually fawned over him had already vaporized.
Even those that weren't vaporized have already started burning.
Those who survived were terrified by the explosion.
They knelt on the ground, praying that Amaterasu would save them.
Unfortunately, Amaterasu ignored them, and the temperature brought by the fire only continued to rise.
Thick smoke began to rise, enveloping the remaining survivors.
The fires have caused Iwo Jima's temperature to rise steadily every year.
The remaining Japanese pirates began to panic and fled in all directions, but unfortunately, the fire had already spread completely.
Flames from all directions had completely surrounded them.
With nowhere to escape, the Japanese pirates became like headless flies, wandering aimlessly in the smoke.
Despair and pain permeated their lives.
For them, the most painful thing was the scorching heat waves that kept surging over them.
The skin on most people's bodies was already bright red from the burn.
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