Miss Qiu's yield is 20,000 tons, equivalent to the power of 200 little boys.
So when she fell, the resulting explosion made the whole of Tokyo tremble.
Within the mushroom cloud of the explosion, it seemed as if countless wronged souls were roaring angrily, uttering defiant cries against the Japanese devils.
Meanwhile, the Japanese soldier at the epicenter of the explosion was instantly vaporized amidst Miss Qiu's furious roar, leaving this world without experiencing any pain.
They disappeared without uttering a sound in the scorching heat of over 6,000 degrees Celsius.
The entire Imperial Palace was enveloped by the mushroom cloud that Miss Qiu had created. The light from the explosion made it visible even to cities outside of Tokyo, where a beautiful mushroom cloud was rising above the Imperial Palace.
As the light flashed, they heard the sound of an explosion.
Miss Qiu's earth-shattering voice soared into the sky and resounded throughout the entire city of Tokyo.
The Japanese soldiers near the explosion were just awakened from their sleep when they were hit hard by the blast wave.
The Japanese soldiers who were closer were torn to shreds by the high-temperature shockwave from the explosion.
Even those who were far away could feel a wave of heat coming towards them, followed by a sensation as if they had been pricked by a needle, and goosebumps would rise all over their bodies.
After the mushroom cloud slowly descended, the Tokyo Imperial Palace was reduced to ruins, and the Japanese soldiers near the epicenter of the explosion had all vanished.
The guards responsible for security on the perimeter were also turned into charcoal, their bodies emitting a meaty aroma.
Some of the Japanese soldiers near the palace survived the explosions; they were buried in the ruins, uttering painful cries.
Those who survived kept calling for help.
They didn't realize that surviving might be more painful than dying.
On the other side of Tokyo, Japanese commander Kazuo Kuroda, in charge of air defense, trembled as he watched the magnificent Imperial Palace turn into ruins.
Only one thought occupied his mind: he was probably going to have his abdomen cut off today.
"Lord Kuroda, what should we do now?"
A subordinate rushed over and asked him a question.
Kuroda Kazuo then realized that the enemy was still circling in the sky. What he needed to do now was to direct the others to redeem themselves by destroying these suddenly appearing tanks.
He turned around, slapped the subordinate who had spoken, and gave the order.
"Baka! Quickly call the flight squadron, have them take off, and then have the anti-aircraft guns start firing back! We...!"
Before he could finish speaking, the other tanks in the bombardment squad began bombarding the ground.
A shell landed in front of Kazuo Kuroda, and then a light shone.
Kuroda Kazuo's last thought was that he didn't need to have his abdomen cut open today.
Goodbye, Mom.
I don't need to cook for myself today.
Wang Yousheng's orders were to wait until the division commander opened fire, then immediately bombard the Japanese army's other military bases and factories.
However, the power of Miss Qiu's explosion stunned everyone, so they forgot to fire for a moment.
It wasn't until Li Yunlong's cursing came through their earpieces that these people remembered their mission and began bombarding the ground one by one.
The first to suffer were the Tokyo air squadrons.
Two tanks began their bombing of the chaotic airport.
Two conventional shells were fired, and the entire airport was engulfed in flames.
Although the conventional shells of the Type 59 are not as powerful as Miss Qiu's, they are not much less powerful than Little Boy's.
So after those two shells, the Tokyo air squadron completely disappeared.
Only a few fire-breathing figures managed to escape from the airport, struggled a few times, and then lay motionless on the ground.
Looking at these Japanese soldiers, Wang Yousheng felt a pang of regret. They were too far away to hear their cries of agony as they were engulfed in flames.
He suddenly missed that handsome young comrade. If he were here, he could collect the souls of those Japanese devils into the lantern and make them suffer the torment of being burned by fire for all eternity.
Fifty tanks were bombarding the ground relentlessly.
Li Yunlong, meanwhile, drove his tank towards Mount Fuji, having seen off Miss Qiu, thus completing half of his mission.
The next thing to do is to completely detonate the sacred mountain in the hearts of the island nation.
Let Mount Fuji erupt, so that those little devils will know what it feels like to be beaten.
Sitting atop the tank, Wang Chengzhu watched the ground ablaze with artillery fire and mushroom clouds rising, his hands itching to get involved.
He also wanted to fire a couple of shots and have some fun, but because of the mission, he could only watch the other soldiers fire while he sat on the tank and could only watch helplessly.
Looking at Tokyo engulfed in gunfire, Ding Wei laughed and said, "That was exhilarating! This battle was exhilarating!"
“Li Yunlong, back when we were selecting soldiers, you kept saying that we had to choose those who could fire artillery accurately. Now it seems that we don’t need to aim or do any reconnaissance.”
"With the power of our tanks, we don't need these fancy things at all."
"A single, random bomb could easily achieve full firepower coverage and flatten the entire city of Tokyo."
Li Yunlong grinned when he heard Ding Wei's words.
"Isn't this to appease the other soldiers who didn't come? If there were no requirements, the other soldiers who weren't selected would probably cause a ruckus."
"Leaving aside other things, when Kong Jie knew he was staying behind and didn't have to go on missions, he almost got into a fight with the brigade commander."
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