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Chapter 453 Li Mei: I love this kind of incendiary bomb! (Please give me a gift, please recommend)

Suddenly, the sound of artillery fire rang out.

The barrage of anti-aircraft artillery shells bloomed in the darkness like chrysanthemums of hell.

The Japanese anti-aircraft guns responded, but the density was not enough, the searchlights were too few, and the accuracy was too low to stop this huge bombing formation.

As for the interceptors? The Japanese, lacking radar, had no time to react and all of them were stuck on the ground, with no time to take off.

In the sky, the bomb bay doors of the aircraft group opened, and the howling wind rushed into the cabin, almost tearing the eardrums.

The bombardier gripped the control stick of the bombardier tightly. He still remembered the order at the briefing - "Don't throw too accurately, but make sure it's even."

Incendiary bombs slid out of the bomb bay one after another, whistling towards the ground.

In less than a minute, the entire Fukuoka city was covered by dozens of tons of incendiary bombs.

At first, there were a few orange-red spots of fire dancing quietly on the ground. But then, like tinder ignited by the wind, those spots of fire quickly spread into a crimson wave.

Roy gasped.

"My goodness."

Outside, Fukuoka resembled an upside-down oven, flames leaping from the streets, rooftops, and windows, even the very air burning. Buildings collapsed like playing cards, and long shadows of flames streaked across the city.

A thick cloud of smoke rose from the ground, poured into the sky, and was sucked into the propeller of the B-29.

In the firelight, you can still see a steam locomotive running madly across the rails, but there is a wall of fire ahead. People are screaming and running in the burning environment, but there is nowhere to escape.

"The Yawata Iron Works is on fire too!" the tail gunner yelled. "The main building was hit directly and multiple times. The factory exploded. I repeat, it exploded like a volcano!"

The B-29 formation began to circle and evacuate. Roy looked back at the red ocean - it was no longer a city, it was the embodiment of hell, a purgatory on earth.

"Well done! Burn these sons of bitches to death!"

That morning, the B-29 fleet returned to the Mariana Islands.

When the plane landed, Li Mei was standing by the runway, wearing a clean and neat military uniform, with her hands behind her back.

He didn't smile, but simply nodded, paying silent respect to each returning B-29.

A few days later, in the operations command room, staff officers were busy comparing aerial photos and conducting damage assessments.

Outside the window, the scorching sun was scorching the airport, and the ground crew were busy like bees shuttling between the B-29s.

The room was filled with cigar smoke and something even more intense—Li Mei's murderous aura. Li Mei stared at the map, twirling the cigar in her right hand.

"Hasn't the report come out yet?"

"We're still comparing the aerial data with intercepted Japanese radio transmissions. We also need to verify the intelligence from our insider." Deputy Thomas wiped the sweat from his forehead. "But our initial assessment is... that area is like a Thanksgiving turkey in the oven. The whole city is cooked through."

Li Mei didn't say anything, but just nodded heavily.

This nighttime, low-level bombing run was a gamble, but the napalm was far more powerful than anticipated.

The Fukuoka Castle photographed by the reconnaissance plane looked like a boiling oil refinery, with flames shooting straight into the sky through the clouds, and the thick smoke even affected the clarity of the aerial photography the next morning.

"The fire burned all day and all night," Thomas grinned. "According to our 'local friends,' the Japanese fire department collapsed. The water pumps burned, the pipes melted, and even the river water was hot enough to make tea."

Obviously, the weak Japanese fire brigade was unable to extinguish this hellfire.

Li Mei then smiled, her smile like a child who had just lit firecrackers with her own hands.

He turned his head and looked at the runway outside the window, his eyes filled with naked greed and confidence.

"This is what strategic bombing should be like," he murmured.

Now, with his confidence doubled, his target is no longer Fukuoka or the factories, but to undermine the will of the entire devil country.

However, a few days later, Deputy Thomas approached him with an awkward smile.

"General, there's something you need to know..." He coughed, trying to use a lighthearted tone to conceal the upcoming bad news, "Our ammunition inventory seems to be—"

"Don't act like that." Li Mei turned her gaze and said, "We are soldiers. Please speak more clearly."

"Inventory is sold out." Thomas said, enunciating each word as if he were delivering a eulogy.

The air in the room froze instantly. Li Mei's eyebrows twitched, and then her voice suddenly rose, like the shriek of a propeller breaking through the airflow:

"What do you mean—stock is out!?"

Thomas had an expression that said, "I'm in pain too," and spread his hands.

"The Pentagon ordered over $1000 million worth of Nanhua Chemical, and those bastards in the Navy used most of it in the Pacific.

The bombing of Fukuoka was so effective that the navy, upon learning of it, seized most of the remaining stockpiles, saying they were keeping them for backup..."

Li Mei stood up from the table angrily, turned around and slapped the map table, and the cigar flew out.

"You mean, we just figured out the most effective way to fight, and you tell me we're out of ammunition?"

"We have as many conventional bombs as you want," Thomas shrugged. He was used to LeMay's hot temper. "As for incendiary bombs, aside from the thousands left in the Saipan warehouse, there are no more."

Li Mei was puzzled. "Why don't our military factories produce this kind of weapon? You can see how destructive this kind of incendiary bomb is to wooden buildings. The fire can last a long time, and the high and low pressure can even form fire tornadoes on the plains."

"Where's DuPont? Ford, GM, what are these bastards doing?"

"Well... this involves business issues." Thomas coughed, trying to appear like a calm economist.

"Nanhua Chemical's offer was too low. DuPont did the math and said that if they accepted the contract at that price, not only would they not make any money, they would actually lose money. So..."

In fact, it was impossible for DuPont to lose money. It was just that the profit of this contract was too low, and there were too many arms orders that could make a lot of money. They didn't even bother with them and didn't want to waste their energy on them.

"Damn it!" Li Mei stubbed out her cigar. "I'm going to write a report to the Pentagon right now. This incendiary bomb is so easy to use, it's practically tailor-made for the Japs. What we want is fire, explosions, and we want to burn that damn island nation so hard that not even a rat can find a hole to hide in! We need at least one million... no... two million!"

"We will turn all the Japanese wooden buildings into ash, from Hokkaido to Okinawa, from Nagano to Kobe, even the cherry trees will be reduced to charcoal!"

"Whether I buy it from Nanhua Chemical or produce it under DuPont's supervision, I want this incendiary bomb no matter what!"

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Nanhua Chemical suddenly received a sky-high order. Li Mei waved her hand and directly ordered another 2000 million dollars worth of napalm bombs.