With a sound of "hiss~", the bamboo leaf that was playing with the radio suddenly took a breath of cold air in his mouth.
The main reason was that in the previous battle, his left arm was penetrated by a bullet; fortunately, no bones were injured at that time, and it was a penetrating injury from one shot to both eyes.
The problem is that after his hastily bandaged left arm is now hung around his neck, as long as he moves a little wider, it will immediately cause him serious pain.
Of course! Compared to the task at hand, such injuries and pain are nothing to Zhuye.
It should be said that the middle-aged warehouse manager stole it from his father, no! It should be a borrowed antique radio station, which is quite advanced at this time.
On the one hand, this thing has a CW mode, which is the function of sending Morse code and sending and receiving telegrams.
On the other hand, it also has the SSB mode, which is the call function of wearing a big earphone, holding a large microphone in the hand, and saying "Hey, hey, hey~".
But while this thing is powerful, it also means it is more complicated to operate.
In short, a low-voltage electrician from a communication operator who took the time to read the information for several hours intermittently felt that the specific operation method gave him a severe headache.
What the heck! I seem to understand something, but I don’t seem to understand anything at all.
In Hu Biao's explanation, he realized that a radio station like this and his own operations might have affected the lives of dozens of indigenous people in the team and the supplementary camp.
In this modern world, it can be said that a middle-aged man with a very low sense of existence feels that his pressure is as huge as a mountain.
In comparison, the troubles I have in the modern plane include the boss who can never die, the first love I couldn't get back then, and the yellow-faced woman at home who is not gentle at all.
All of the above are nothing at all.
If he had a choice, he would even be willing to rush into the enemy with a bunch of grenades and detonate them all.
But he also knew that dying was actually very easy in many cases, but in many cases staying alive and trying every possible means to complete the task was the most difficult thing.
Then, this middle-aged man who had accomplished nothing before suddenly realized...
Using his only intact right hand, he connected an antique lead-acid battery as a power source, pulled the antenna to the longest distance and then erected it. After tinkering and trying three or four times, Zhuye finally turned on the radio.
After plugging various wires into the appropriate positions, Zhuye finally made all the preparations successfully after sweating all over his forehead.
Then, the bullshit question arises.
After he breathed a huge sigh of relief, he turned to Hu Biao, who was looking at him eagerly, and said:
"Commander, everything is ready for the radio now. According to the instructions in the information, this thing has two modes: sending and talking. Which mode are you going to use to contact the commander?
If the transmission mode is used, the limited communication distance can be very long; but I have never done this before, so the speed may be slow.
And if you use the call mode, according to the instructions in the manual, the maximum effective straight-line distance of this thing is 4.8 kilometers; any further away, the other party may not be able to hear anything."
"Of course we will send the report." Hu Biao made a decisive decision.
By the way! In his idea, he doesn't necessarily need to contact the highest-ranking commander, he just needs to contact his own unit that is higher than the 67th Division.
When the time comes, it doesn't matter whether it's begging or rolling on the ground.
Or, to be serious, just get reinforcements.
However, the effective straight-line distance of 4.8 kilometers is really too short. There is probably no suitable contact unit within such a small range.
Therefore, it is better to get it right in one step, just contact the top minister’s department directly.
After hearing this, Zhuye still showed the attitude that a qualified regiment member should have towards his commander.
He said with a good attitude: "Okay, commander, please give me the communication frequency of the commander's department and the code book for communication. This is also my first time to play with this, and I can only use it with one hand. When the speed
It may be a little slow, Commander, please understand a little bit."
Then, he saw Hu Biao throwing himself on the street, his face as dark as the bottom of a pot.
As a modern person, a modern person who has been watching various movies, TV series and Internet articles for a long time, Hu Biao certainly knows that the two parties communicating by telegraph need something like contact frequency.
And it involves some important departments, and naturally there are various code books.
Isn't this the reason why many spy films show enemies and enemies breaking their heads?
But the crux of the problem is, didn't he forget it because he had too many things to do after time travel, and because he was emotionally anxious personally?
For this reason, after swallowing a mouthful of saliva, this guy weakly gave a suggestion:
"What! How about we use call mode to contact the surrounding areas, see if we can contact other radio stations, and then find a way to call for help."
After being stunned for a moment, Zhuye finally realized what situation he had encountered.
I no longer have any respect for Hu Biao, the so-called commander, in my heart.
"This guy is so desperate. If I don't die this time, I will definitely find an opportunity to kick him hard." In his heart, he silently made a decision.
But being determined, he still followed Hu Biao's instructions and started to adjust the frequency as if he were trying his luck.
I hope that in this backward age, I can hit a more reliable station, preferably a radio station, so that the information here can be spread as much as possible and the matter will be bigger.
If that doesn't work, it would be a good idea for a big shot to hear it on the radio by chance.
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What Hu Biao and the others didn't know was that the straight-line distance of 4.8 kilometers actually covered a quite large area.
More importantly, in 1933 alone, there were 72 commercial radio stations in the Republic of China, and more than half of them had their headquarters and studios located in Shanghai.
They rarely release current political information. They basically release some commercial information for a fee, besides playing records, Buddhist scriptures, and telling stories.
Based on cost considerations, this kind of commercial radio stations are distributed throughout the Magic City area.
Their specific power ranges from the lowest 3 watts to the highest 1000 watts.
It's just that whether Hu Biao and the others can contact one company, and which company they contact, is completely unknown...
‘Xianyin Radio Station’ is a small commercial radio station located on the edge of Xuhui. It is one of those that is very difficult to operate and doesn’t know when it will go bankrupt.
Because the power of the machine is limited, the radio wave can cover the entire Magic City area and barely reach some surrounding areas.
(The above radio stations are fabricated by the author. If they really happen to happen, please inform the author to make corrections)
In the small station director's office next to the broadcast studio, the middle-aged station director Zhou Jianping was looking at a piece of financial data in his hand distractedly.
What made him so upset was the radio station's deteriorating financial situation.
The main reason is still the war launched by the damned Japanese. The so-called intact eggs are safe under the overthrow of the nest. Nowadays, even survival has become a luxury for many Chinese people. There is no business environment to speak of.
As a result, not many businessmen come to the radio station to publish commercial information and advertisements.
At this moment, the door to his room was suddenly pushed open; then Mrs. Zhou, who worked part-time as an announcer, took his hand without any explanation and rushed towards the equally small broadcasting room.
It was in the broadcasting studio, and there was a deep baritone voice, saying something exciting:
Hello compatriots! This is the Luodian battlefield, a protruding position at the forefront. We are the defenders of the supplementary battalion of the Jiangsu Provincial Security Regiment. I am Hu Biao, deputy commander of the Lieutenant Colonel.
The reason why I took the liberty of using the radio to contact the outside world under the current crisis of the war situation.
That's because we are currently being surrounded by Japanese soldiers, with very few combatants left. We are in urgent need of replenishment of soldiers, ammunition and other combat supplies, and we have no other means of communication with our superiors.
It is our duty as soldiers to die in battle for our country.
But the salient position we hold on to is the most important support point on the Luodian battlefield, and Luodian is the key to this war.
to this end……
After hearing this, Zhou Jianping suddenly felt excited all over.
He knew that whether it was for Guo Jia or for the survival of his own small radio station, the above content must be broadcast immediately.
It must be done immediately, immediately, and quickly.