The Mysterious Soldier of the Anti-Japanese War

Chapter 296 The lone agent's desperate counterattack

Wang Qiang watched the approaching Japanese soldiers from the airport security detail. Enduring the excruciating pain, he tore a strip of cloth from his clothes with trembling hands, biting it fiercely between his teeth as he bound it tightly around the wound on his thigh. Each pull felt like countless needles piercing his flesh. Cold sweat instantly covered his forehead, and beads of sweat dripped onto the parched earth. But he clenched his teeth, remained silent, his eyes filled with determination.

After bandaging the wound, Wang Qiang's breathing became rapid and heavy, his vision blurred by the pain, yet he forced himself to retrieve a high-explosive grenade from behind his waist. His fingers gently stroked the cold outer casing, his mind silently thinking of his wife and children far away. A gentle smile played on his lips, only to be replaced by a determined expression in an instant.

"Come on, little Japs!" Wang Qiang roared in a low voice, his voice filled with endless hatred. He gripped the grenade tightly, the pull ring on his finger. Just a slight pull and they would both perish. He forced his upper body to stand up, leaning against the truck behind him, waiting for the Japanese troops to approach.

The Japanese soldiers slowly closed in on Wang Qiang in a fan-shaped formation, their steps slow yet oppressive. They held their rifles steady, their muzzles trained on him, their eyes alert, watching for any sign of movement. The leading officer raised a flashlight, shining a powerful beam directly into Wang Qiang's face. The blinding light made him squint. Speaking in broken Chinese, the officer shouted at the top of his lungs, "Surrender! You can't escape!" His voice echoed across the empty field, a note of self-satisfaction and arrogance.

Wang Qiang pulled the safety pin off the grenade and held it high. A sinister smile stretched across his lips, his gaze no longer focused on the enemy before him, but drifted off into the distance. He seemed to see his wife's gentle smile, a smile like the warm spring sun that had comforted him through countless weary days; he saw his child's tender face, that innocent look, the softest corner of his heart. At this moment, the Japanese soldiers surrounding him saw the massive high-explosive grenade in Wang Qiang's hand, their faces paled instantly, and fear spread in their eyes. Their once arrogant steps became panicked, and some even turned around and tried to flee. The leading officer shouted at the top of his lungs, "Yamedie!" But his voice was also filled with undisguised fear.

"I'm going to send you devils to hell today!" Wang Qiang roared, his voice echoing in the open space.

As Wang Qiang roared, he used all his strength to throw the grenade in the direction of the fuel supply station. Because the fuel supply station was located on high ground, when Li Ming cut the oil pipeline, the pouring oil flowed downwards, forming a winding "oil river".

The grenade Wang Qiang threw traced a black arc through the air, drawing everyone's attention to it. Their breath seemed to stop. The high-explosive grenade exploded with a resounding bang, its powerful force instantly distorting the surrounding air. The blazing flames at the center of the explosion were like a ferocious beast, baring its fangs and claws as it lunged towards the surroundings.

Burning shrapnel, scorching hot, splashed onto the flowing fuel, instantly igniting the "sea of ​​oil." The flames spread rapidly, following the path of the oil flow, racing towards the higher ground of the fuel supply station. The flames illuminated half the sky red, and thick smoke billowed like a giant black dragon, rising into the sky. Wherever the fire reached, it devoured everything. The Japanese soldiers near the fuel supply station were terrified by the sudden onset of the fire and stood there frozen, their faces filled with fear and despair.

Immediately afterwards, the fuel depot was engulfed in flames. The oil tanks sizzled under the scorching heat, as if in their final struggle before death. With several violent explosions, the tanks exploded one after another, sending flames soaring into the sky. The massive blast swept away surrounding buildings, vehicles, and personnel, plunging the entire Japanese base into chaos and flames.

Violent explosions and towering flames threw the entire Japanese base into chaos. The ignited bombers were quickly engulfed in flames, while thick smoke and the sound of exploding aircraft parts filled the sky. The remaining pilots, terrified, hastily launched their fighters, hoping to escape the infernal chaos.

Despite the chaotic scene, five bombers managed to refuel and load themselves with bombs before exploding. Their pilots, maintaining their composure amidst the chaos, focused intently on their instruments, their eyes revealing a desperate determination. The roar of their engines was deafening, and with their exquisite flying skills, they dodged left and right on the runway, deftly avoiding the fleeing ground crew and scattered obstacles.

As a bomber accelerated, several panicked soldiers suddenly appeared in front of it. The pilot's heart suddenly tightened, and beads of sweat instantly appeared on his forehead. Without hesitation, he yanked the control stick, and the nose of the plane quickly rose. In the nick of time, it roared past the soldiers' heads, the belly of the plane almost brushing their hair. The soldiers collapsed to the ground in fear.

Soon after, another bomber faced its own thrilling takeoff moment. During takeoff, the heat from a fire burning on one side of the runway caused the aircraft's fuselage to shake violently. The pilot gripped the control stick tightly, constantly making fine adjustments. Beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks, soaking his flight suit. He gritted his teeth, staring intently ahead. With his unwavering determination and unmatched skill, he finally managed to lift the plane smoothly into the air.

The five bombers took off one after another in the chaos, barely forming a loose formation in the sky, flying towards the target city. The roar of the engines cut through the sky, carrying the malicious intent of aggression, and gradually faded away.

At that moment, Wang Qiang was blown away by the blast. Like a kite with its string cut, he flew uncontrollably and slammed heavily into the guardrail of a truck. With a dull thud, his back collided violently with the hard guardrail, threatening to break his spine. A mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth, splattering the truck bed in a crimson mess.

Wang Qiang's body slowly slid down the guardrail, finally collapsing in the mud beside the truck. His eyes gradually lost focus, his consciousness shrouded in layers of fog, gradually becoming blurred. Yet, even as the candle of life flickered to the point of dying, he relied on a tenacious will to cling to the last shred of consciousness, the flame of unwillingness in his heart still burning stubbornly. He stared at the bombers receding in the sky, his lips trembling slightly. He tried to speak, but only a faint breath came out.

His hands hung limply on the ground, his fingers twitching slightly as he tried to grab something, but there was nothing but cold soil.

The chaos continued all around him. Fires raged, explosions echoed, and the cries and screams of Japanese soldiers mingled. But Wang Qiang could no longer hear any of this. His world gradually grew quieter, and only the sky, glowing crimson with flames, held his last glimpse. The breath of life slowly drained from his body, and the five bombers flew towards the city of Chongqing, where a crisis was about to unfold...