The airport oil depot was not only ablaze with fire, but its aura was also soaring to the sky.

The wind howled, disturbing the clothes of the Japanese soldiers on the runway.

The fire added to the wind's momentum, and the wind amplified the fire's power!

The fire at the oil depot grew fiercer as time went on.

The sound of explosions from the burning oil depot was incessant.

When the oil depot first started burning, the above-ground depot roof stubbornly suppressed the flames, not allowing them to be too rampant.

The flames could only spew out of the oil depot's air vents.

The long flames twisted, cheered, and grew continuously on the black night curtain.

The oil inside the depot, tainted by the fire, evaporated more and faster under the roasting of the flames.

Fueling the flames on them, they grew longer and higher.

The oil depot buildings exposed above ground, which had already been compromised by Lin Fan's bombing,

slowly, silently, gently deformed and collapsed in everyone's eyes.

When the entire building fell, it was as if a piece of tofu had gently slipped, without making a sound.

It was like a slow-motion movie, played with special effects, falling slowly.

After the oil depot buildings collapsed, the fire seemed intimidated for a moment.

The surging flames subsided, but in less than five minutes, the fire returned with renewed vigor.

The moment for those flame performances had arrived.

The towering pillar of fire was forty or fifty meters high, disturbing the entire airport, and the sudden gust of wind concentrated entirely on the pillar of fire.

At the same time, there was a continuous crackling sound of burning, which reached everyone's ears.

The people who were still putting out the fire on the airport felt that the temperature of the entire airport had risen a lot, even from such a distance.

They were not afraid when they watched their companions rush into the sea of fire.

They were not afraid when they watched their companions turn into torches.

But now, seeing that the fire pillar formed by the burning oil depot was more than ten meters in diameter and reached unimaginable heights,

these people finally showed despair on their faces as they looked at the raging fire.

It was hopeless!

The airport was beyond saving!

These hundreds of people stood on the runway, surrounded by the sounds of burning planes, and the sounds of unknown objects inside the planes exploding from time to time, scattering sparks in all directions.

These people were completely unaware of the battle taking place outside.

They were only temporarily disappointed with the firefighting efforts, after so much time and life had been spent.

The attackers in the distance did not show a shred of sympathy, and continued to attack their minds and bodies.

These Japanese soldiers standing on the runway looked at the planes still struggling on the apron.

They regained their fighting spirit, the planes were still there, and the battle continued!

They were still unaware of the attackers who had already entered the airport.

But they would soon find out.

Xiao Dongbei's Fourth Squad and Zhen Danxiao's Fifth Squad were heading straight for these people on the runway.

They easily occupied several high points of the airport.

In fact, these were originally high points guarding the airport, but now there were no Japanese guards at all.

Because all the Japanese soldiers were either discussing plans in the combat command room, or fighting the raging fire on the runway.

In these fortifications, there were two anti-aircraft machine guns and two heavy machine guns, fair enough!

These machine guns were left behind by several squadrons that had gone out to search for the raiding party earlier tonight.

At night, the road was dark and slippery, and such weapons were inconvenient to carry, so they were left here.

After all, they were only going out for a short trip, and in the eyes of those infantry squadrons that went out to search for the attackers: the attackers would run away as soon as they saw them.

Therefore, they would be back soon.

The Fourth and Fifth Squads immediately assigned the use of several machine guns: one anti-aircraft machine gun and one heavy machine gun for each squad.

The two machine guns that each squad carried were also set up.

At this time, Xiao Dongbei fiercely ordered: "Fire!"

So many machine guns all fired at the people on the runway two hundred meters away.

After the bullets left the chamber, they instantly entered their chests!

The machine gunners fired their machine guns, and the soldiers without machine guns also used their Type 38 rifles.

All the weapons of the entire special forces company now were Japanese equipment, which Lin Fan had specially chosen to make it easier to find supplies.

In his eyes, it was easier for the special forces to grab supplies from the Japanese than from the Nationalists.

The soldiers of the two squads ignored the planes struggling on the airport, and only focused on attacking the living forces on the runway.

The Japanese soldiers on the runway who were desperately fighting the fire were the target of these two squads.

The planes would be left for the company commander to take care of.

Those people on the airport who had just been distracted and then started to rescue the planes again, suddenly encountered this fierce rain of bullets.

The crowd immediately split: some people immediately rushed to the nearby buildings, were they trying to avoid the bullets, or were they going to get guns to fight back?

No one knew yet, it would have to wait until those Japanese soldiers rushed into the buildings to find out.

Some people ignored the bullet rain like splashing water, and continued to persevere with the useless work they had been doing.

Still others were obviously trying to escape for their lives, they were panicked and ran around in terror, without any direction at all.

Miyashiro Yoko was one of these people running around like a headless fly.

She followed a group of people running towards the two-story building next to them, but had only run a few meters.

The people running in the front fell down in rows, and those following behind were frightened and immediately changed direction and fled.

No matter how fast human feet run, they can't outrun bullets flying in the air, and as she ran, Miyashiro Yoko clearly felt the people around her falling down one by one.

When she stopped, she saw that many people had fallen on the runway, as if they were tired and sleepy and had fallen asleep on the ground?

Many of the people who had fallen on the ground had a pool of blood spreading slowly on the runway under them.

A person lying on the ground was quietly dragging the person next to him, who was bleeding but had no sound, onto himself.

Like the Chief of Staff Takachen Kentaro's habit of pressing himself on her.

I don't know how the person who was doing this felt Miyashiro Yoko's gaze.

That person showed Yoko a smile that was more ugly than crying: "Yoko, do as I do!"

Miyashiro Yoko didn't know this person at all, but she didn't know that she was a very famous person in the entire airport.

The Japanese soldiers in the airport always saw Yoko when she was taking a walk, and when she was looking at the scenery.

She had also become the scenery in the eyes of all these Japanese soldiers at the airport, and had become the protagonist of their infinite reverie.

The soldiers regarded her as a scenery to look at, and in private, Yoko was the object of discussion for most of the soldiers.

It is difficult for a hero to know everyone, but easy for everyone to know a hero!

It was very normal for Yoko to be recognized by everyone in this situation.

Miyashiro Yoko, who had no idea what to do, was used to following orders, and now someone was giving her orders again.

She immediately fell to the ground and, imitating that person, laboriously dragged a corpse and pressed it on herself.

Takachen Kentaro looked at the runway again, but he couldn't find the figure he was concerned about there, he didn't know how she was doing.

Now he couldn't care about Miyashiro Yoko's fate anymore, the people who came to attack had already rushed up.

Now Takachen Kentaro also understood: these people were not from the Marine Corps at all.

Nor were they imperial soldiers! They were just a group of Chinese people wearing Marine Corps uniforms.

Because these people spoke different dialects when they communicated with each other.

Although there were some that he couldn't understand, what did it matter?

Even if the soldiers of the Marine Corps learned Chinese, they wouldn't have so many dialects.

When the bullet hit his chest, Takachen Kentaro suddenly broke free from his thoughts of Miyashiro Yoko and thought of his little daughter: "Eiko! Never come here!"

Lin Fan watched the towering fire that had already started at the airport oil depot, and then turned around to bomb the remaining planes on the apron.

Just now, when he was bombing the oil depot, several planes on the apron were set on fire because they were too close to the burning plane wreckage.

Now the airport fire trucks were no longer trying to put out the fire, but were focusing their main efforts on watering and cooling down the few remaining planes to prevent them from spontaneously combusting.

Lin Fan obviously made these people's efforts in vain.

After he fired a shell and accurately destroyed the last plane,

the bombing target turned to the Japanese soldiers who were being machine-gunned.

Before a round of bombing was completely over, the flares that had just risen into the sky flashed a few last times and finally went out.

Feng Junya immediately replenished a flare, they needed this to clean up the battlefield.

Lin Fan put down the mortar and said in a low voice: "I'll go down for a while!

You guys wait here, and when the people from the Seventh Squad come up, then come down the mountain together."

When he rushed to the front of the directly subordinate team's position, he ordered Feng Junya and Yang Daren: "The Seventh Squad will send people to guard the mortars and clean up the battlefield.

Pay attention to guarding the surroundings, and don't let the Japanese soldiers take advantage of the situation.

The directly subordinate team will follow me."

When Lin Fan led the directly subordinate team into the airport, the battle inside the entire airport was already coming to an end.

Li Xian was organizing the soldiers to clean up the battlefield one by one:

The First and Second Squads will clean up all the rooms.

The Third and Fourth Squads will clean up the airport runway.

The Fifth and Sixth Squads will clean up the Japanese soldiers on the road outside the gate.

He was saying to several soldiers: "The radio must be taken away."

As a reporter, he had a natural sensitivity to things like radios.

Hearing that a radio had been captured, there must also be a codebook!

Lin Fan immediately searched carefully.

To his disappointment, in this room, he could clearly see a pile of ashes with still-glowing embers.

It seemed that the Japanese soldiers here had destroyed the most important things at the last moment.

Jia Shusheng led the soldiers to give each of the bodies lying on the runway a supplementary knife.

Regardless of whether they were lying on the ground alone, or how far the bloodstains under the bodies had spread.

Anyway, the soldiers of the special forces company gave each of these bodies a supplementary knife.

Miyashiro Yoko listened to the sound of footsteps slowly approaching in the distance.

She tightly closed her eyes and pretended to be dead, but her trembling body betrayed her fear.

When she heard a painful howl coming from beside her, she couldn't bear it anymore.

She opened her eyes and saw the man who had just told her to lie down and pretend to be dead was struggling under a bayonet.

Then he was stepped on by a big foot, and stabbed in the back with a knife.

The man's hand tried hard to reach behind him, vainly trying to pull out the bayonet in his back.

Without the man having to try too hard, the bayonet in his back had already been pulled out, and then stabbed in again.

Seeing this scene, Miyashiro Yoko screamed.

She was afraid.

Xiao Dongbei and Jia Shusheng, hearing the scream, ran over.

They saw this Oriental woman lying on the ground, judging from the childishness on her face, she was not very old.

This woman was really beautiful!

The two squad leaders were a little dazed!

After a slight hesitation, Xiao Dongbei's bayonet immediately stabbed down, piercing the woman's body fiercely.

Jia Shusheng "Ah!"ed.

Xiao Dongbei sneered: "At this time, the Japanese soldiers in this place are all Japanese soldiers!"

Jia Shusheng could understand Xiao Dongbei's somewhat incoherent words.

He didn't speak, but admired Miyashiro Yoko's beautiful body again.

Turning around: It was really a pity!

Xiao Dongbei gritted his teeth and stabbed the bayonet into Miyashiro Yoko's body again.

The first to complete their mission were the soldiers who cleaned up the runway and the road outside the airport gate.

Tonight, the soldiers' cleaning was not as thorough as before, and they didn't even strip off the Japanese soldiers' uniforms.

They just searched each Japanese soldier's body.

The soldiers of the First and Second Squads searched the buildings of the entire airport one by one.

Soon there was a surprise, they found the warehouse where the Japanese soldiers collected supplies.

The weapons and ammunition depot were also found.

In a small warehouse next to the weapons depot, they found something that made everyone happy.

Lin Fan walked into this small warehouse and saw five small wooden boxes inside, the box lids were already opened.

Lin Fan looked at the gold jewelry, silver bars, and three boxes of banknotes inside, and his eyes also straightened.

Underneath those gold ornaments were layers of gold bars of various sizes, and it was obvious that these things were not produced by the same company.

These were all plundered by the Japanese soldiers and stored here!

Lin Fan looked at the soldiers around him whose eyes were glowing, and said with a smile: "Drinking wine in large bowls! Dividing gold with large scales?

Take a look at these things, take a look at this bracelet, there are still bloodstains on it."

He picked up a gold bracelet and pointed to the stains in the middle of the bracelet's pattern.

He handed the bracelet to the soldiers who were standing here looking at it, the bracelet had the words "wealth, longevity" and cloud patterns on it, and the workmanship was exquisite.

However, now there were some dark brown stains in those cloud patterns.

The soldiers who had been rolling around on the battlefield for so long, of course, could recognize that this was left by dried blood.

Lin Fan pointed to the bracelet: "This bracelet, a few days ago, may have still been worn on the wrists of our elders, our sisters.

When the Japanese soldiers came, they chopped off their wrists and took this away.

Then they put it here, if we use it to give to our relatives.

What will the original owner of this bracelet think?

How should her revenge be calculated?

We will use these gold and silver treasures to exchange for weapons and ammunition, to fight the Japanese soldiers well.

To let the dead rest in peace, and the departed feel at ease!

Here I guarantee: as long as everyone follows me to fight the Japanese soldiers.

When we drive away the Japanese soldiers, I will give each of you a big gold medal!

Now! Cover these things up and take them away!

We can't leave any of it to the Japanese soldiers."

Lin Fan's words were finished, and the soldiers' eyes finally began to move.

Lin Fan also wanted to take away all the weapons and ammunition in the side warehouse.

The cave that Ji Wuming pointed out could still hold so many weapons and ammunition.

With so much equipment, it was impossible for the hundred-plus soldiers of the special forces company to carry it all away.

Lin Fan was a little embarrassed, he first selected the bullets and three hundred mortar shells, ready to take them away.

If it was really impossible to move them, these things could only be destroyed.

Ji Wudi was not very interested in those gold and silver treasures just now, but was obviously much more interested in these weapons.

She saw Lin Fan ordering people to place explosives in this warehouse, and then she understood his idea.

She said anxiously: "Move them to the cave!"

Lin Fan smiled wryly: "I want to too! But we can't move them."

"The Japanese soldiers have mule and horse teams, their mules and horses must still be there.

As long as we find the Japanese mule and horse teams." Ji Wudi said.

Lin Fan waved his hand to let the soldiers continue to arrange, and then said: "Find the mule and horse teams first, and prepare for destruction now."

Leading the team to the three artillery positions of the Japanese soldiers, he gave the order to those anti-aircraft guns that were still intact:

"Blow up all these guns, I want to make sure the Japanese soldiers can't find a single usable part."

Walking to the third artillery position, Lin Fan looked at Watanabe Saiseiichiro, who was leaning against the howitzer and had not fallen down even in death, looking at his eyes that would not close even in death.

He sneered: "Heaven has no favorites, it always helps the virtuous!

It was a mistake for you to bring planes and cannons here.

It is even more of a mistake for you to rely on these planes and cannons to try to conquer a country.

You insist on running wildly on a wrong path, failure is inevitable, what is there to be restless about in death?"

He walked forward, reached out and gently wiped, and Watanabe Saiseiichiro's eyes closed.

Lin Fan instructed: "Carry this person to the side, don't hurt him when we blow up this gun later."

This was his last bit of pity for this Japanese soldier who had not fallen down until his death.

On the opposite artillery position, the sound of explosions had already sounded, it was those remaining artillery pieces on the Japanese artillery position that were being destroyed.

Just at this time, a buzzing, low sound came from the sky.

"Enemy planes!" Feng Junya was very familiar with this sound.

Lin Fan sneered: "Go to the anti-aircraft guns!"

There were two anti-aircraft guns less than thirty meters away from this artillery position.

There were a total of six anti-aircraft guns in the entire airport, distributed in three artillery positions.

Nishimaru Mitsuki was a small captain in the Fengsongshan Airport Brigade in Taiwan stationed by the Japanese army.

Tonight it was his squadron's turn to be on duty, after receiving the request from Chief of Staff Takachen Kentaro of Shanghai Hongqiao Airport for air force guidance.

He was sent out by his superiors.

Along the way, Captain Nishimaru Mitsuki did not understand: They were both air forces, why did he need to come to guide them?