At this moment, some thirty kilometers away from the blast site of the thermobaric bomb, a tense atmosphere permeated every inch of the Japanese Army camp. Before the chaos could subside, an urgent telegram made the situation even more dire.
Japanese Army Lieutenant Yamamoto Taro took the telegram with a grave expression. After scanning it for a few seconds, his face turned deathly pale, and beads of sweat the size of peas rolled down his forehead. The telegram was from the division commander: a unit of Imperial paratroopers, carrying samples of chemical weapons, had secretly parachuted into the jurisdiction the day before yesterday to execute "Operation Hornet," but they had now lost contact.
"Baka!" Yamamoto Taro slammed his fist onto the table, grinding his teeth. He knew full well that if the chemical weapon samples fell into enemy hands, or if they were to detonate in the wrong place, the consequences would be unimaginable.
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