So what! The so-called Plan B sounds a bit high-end, right?
In fact, the indigenous soldiers who received orders from Battalion Commander Hu immediately took out the matches in their pockets.
I was going to light the firewood that was packed in broken oil drums, broken water tanks, bathtubs, and even piled on the ground.
These firewoods, which had just experienced a heavy rain yesterday, are now in a semi-wet state; there is no way to ignite them so directly.
But don't forget, Hu Biao and the others also made about 30 earthen Molotov cocktails yesterday, as a backup method in case the DIY Iron Fist doesn't work.
Based on the experiences I saw on the Internet, a group of wealthy men poured part of the gasoline into the wine bottles.
Then I added some chopped waste tire particles, a small amount of sugar and magnesium powder brought from the modern plane, and finally blocked it with cotton cloth stained with gasoline.
Therefore, after the thing was lit, it was hit hard on the firewood.
At most two Molotov cocktails were smashed on it, which immediately caused the firewood that was originally full of water vapor to burst into flames.
Once the wet firewood is ignited, thick black smoke will rise. In this way, after the thick smoke from the fires rises into the sky, a continuous sheet of smoke will be formed at low altitude over the battlefield.
It allows pilots to rely only on their eyesight and cannot see targets clearly under the smoke on the ground, thereby effectively carrying out precise and targeted attacks.
Such an air defense method was brainstormed by a group of great men during a Stooges meeting.
In terms of inspiration, it basically comes from the methods used by the ground defenders when the soldiers carried out intensive air raids on the city where Silly Damu was located.
At that time, they ignited a lot of crude oil, and the black smoke almost enveloped the entire city, which actually greatly reduced the effectiveness of the soldiers' cutting-edge weapons.
When Hu Biao and the others originally designated the plan, they originally planned to add some discarded tires to the fire and burn them together.
This way the burning time is longer and the smoke is greater.
What they didn't expect was that discarded tires, which can be seen everywhere in the modern world, were a rare item in the Great Demon City of the Republic of China, at least in Luodian.
In desperation, we can only use wet firewood.
Fortunately, the moist firewood burned well, and soon there was a large continuous black smoke over the position.
The only pity is that the current position is also very choked.
Hu Biao and the others had to take out the imported gas masks that were only available to the German weapon masters of the Guo Army and put them on.
At the same time, Hu Biao and the others also optimistically estimated that when the time came for the piles of firewood to be burned, the Japanese plane would have already returned because it could no longer stay in the air...
When in sight, a large amount of black smoke was seen rising over the ground target for this support operation.
Jiro Shiraishi, the pilot of the Type 99 light bomber of the First Air Wing under the Third Fleet of the island country, couldn't help but frown slightly.
In order to complete the cooperative combat mission applied for by the Army Red Deer, they dispatched a total of one Type 99 light bomber and one Type 95 fighter jet this time.
But no matter what kind of aircraft it is, it cannot attack accurately under the current situation.
However, such troubles just flashed through Shiraishi Jiro's mind.
The situation in front of him was nothing more than a minor trouble, because he believed that as long as he lowered his flight altitude and carried out strafing and bombing, he could still cause a huge blow to ground targets.
As for what to do with the anti-aircraft firepower on the ground? Shiraishi Jiro is not worried at all.
Based on his experience, the opponent's anti-aircraft firepower was pitiful, and what little it had was mostly deployed in some important areas. It was impossible to have such a small position in front of him anyway.
So, does he still need to worry about being shot down like a turkey by a rifle on the ground?
After thinking of this, Shiraishi Jiro suppressed the thought of laughing in his heart, and quickly reached a consensus with the pilot of another fighter jet through the radio.
Then, the two of them pressed the joystick one after another, causing the nose of the aircraft to dive towards the ground not far away.
When the altitude dropped to about 100 meters, Shiraishi Shizuo controlled the three 7.7 mm machine guns on the plane and began to shoot at the ground.
The other fighter jet will alternately conduct dive attacks on the ground position a little later.
As for the 25KG aerial bombs hung on the wings, he would only drop them after finding more valuable targets, otherwise he would rather take them back.
The reason couldn't be simpler. He didn't want to waste this high-value weapon of the naval aviation force on the Army's Red Deer.
As a result, the two planes took turns circling over the position and strafing.
Even though he could not clearly see the results of the battle on the ground due to the shroud of smoke, Shiraishi Jiro was very sure of one thing.
The poor defenders on the ground at this moment must have suffered heavy casualties under his attack.
Because this was almost the same scene he had seen in many recent air missions.
Those Chinese soldiers who had grown up in the dust were often killed one by one by using such attack methods on the way to the magic city.
Every time because the flying altitude was low enough, he could clearly see the angry expressions on those guys' poor faces, which were mixed with fear and anger.
During this period, those counterattacks in which they stood up straight and fired into the air with rifles and light machine guns were even more of a joke in his opinion.
Perhaps with this thought in mind, Shiraishi Jiro once again lowered his flying height when strafing the ground during his third dive attack.
He wanted to use his superb flying skills to blow away the hats of those poor opponents and scare them to death at the same time.
However, when he had just leveled the fuselage in this dive, a string of fierce firepower penetrated the thinner smoke from the ground and greeted the fuselage with astonishing accuracy.
God knows what happened, how did the unknown machine gunner calculate the advance?
Such a tongue of fire rising from the ground hit the fuselage with a "crack!"
During this process, Shiraishi Jiro's whole body was shaken several times, and he felt that the strength in his body was quickly disappearing; then he could no longer control the plane, and could only watch the plane hit it diagonally.
ground.
During such a process, he couldn't even adjust the flight direction and crash into the ground position.
In the end, an explosion that shook the heavens and the earth occurred only at least a hundred meters away from the position; those were a few aerial bombs that he had been reluctant to part with, and they exerted their due power.
Unfortunately, no results were achieved.
Seeing such a scene, the pilot of the Type 95 fighter jet, who had originally planned to conduct a dive attack after circling, immediately became intimidated.
The only thing he could do was to maintain a high altitude and shoot back and forth based on the direction in which the bullets he vaguely saw were flying.
This was the case until he ran out of ammunition.
However, he could not confirm at all whether he had killed the machine gunners on the ground and successfully avenged his colleague Shiraishi's second son, Hiso.
With such a doubt, the pilot of the Type 95 fighter who has no other means of attack can only leave here.
At this moment, he could even hear huge cheers on the ground.
That was the heartfelt joy and cheers of the entire Luodian garrison on the ground, who were able to kill these proud men in the air...
"Original Sin, buddy, you did a great job~"
When the last Japanese plane flew away, the black Chinese doctor, who was extremely happy in his heart, yelled out this sentence with a tearful voice.
He had to put on a gas mask due to the smoke from the strongmen on the battlefield. The distortion of his voice in such a sentence was amazing.
The reason why he was so excited was because he had not slept well in the past two days.
Often as soon as he closed his eyes, the miserable appearance of Ding Ergou before his death would constantly appear clearly before his eyes.
Thus, he woke up from his dream.
So now that a Japanese plane of the same model as the one that killed Ding Ergou was killed, how could he not get excited?
However, his thanks were exchanged for a scolding.
"You old man, stop crying and crying. Come take a look at me quickly. I seem to have been shot."
After hearing such a sentence, the black Chinese medicine doctor no longer dared to make any ink marks, and hurriedly ran away in the direction of original sin.
After a short distance, he broke into a cold sweat while running.
It's not because of anything else, it's because without the important firepower of Original Sin, the firepower density on the position suddenly decreased a lot.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Japs had already advanced to a distance of less than 200 meters.
At this distance, their shooting accuracy began to become higher and higher. For a while, bullets were flying around the black Chinese medicine doctor, which was very exciting.
Fortunately, after his subsequent inspection, Yuan Sin's injuries were not serious.
But when he was lying on the ground to avoid being shot by planes, his troubled butt lost a lot of flesh again by bullets.
So in the blink of an eye, this guy's pants were all stained red with blood, which looked scary.
In fact, as long as the bleeding is stopped as soon as possible and then bandaged properly, it will not affect his ability to continue operating this heavy machine gun at all.
It's amazing that I can only sit on half of my buttocks and sleep on my stomach.