"Ba Shi, what are you doing with your bamboo pipes and shabby military uniforms?"
Seeing Luo Mingyang, the deputy battalion commander of the miscellaneous barracks, carrying moso bamboo tubes, and old smoker Li Youtian taking his famous big pipe from his mouth, he asked with a puzzled look on his face.
Everyone was trying their best to prevent the Japanese from outside from approaching. What was he playing with bundles of bamboo?
"Brother Yandian, you know what Chief Zhang is going to do. He said he wanted thin bamboo strips. I also asked you if there is anyone in our camp who can weave bamboo mats."
When he heard that it was Zhang Sixing's request, the old smoker Li Youtian stopped asking and raised his eyes to think about it.
"There is a man named Li. I heard that he has made chopsticks. Ask him if he can do it. Come on, I'll go with you. I want to see what Chief Zhang is going to do."
For a moment, one person held a small bundle of bamboo strips that had been broken into thin strips. Li Youtian and Luo Mingyang dodged in the corridor and ran to the fifth floor.
"Sir, sir, what do you want with those bamboo mats..."
"Whatever you do, you will know when it is done."
Zhang Sixing, who imitated the old smoker, felt extremely relaxed at this moment.
Zhang Sixing's hands were very dexterous, thanks to his experience working in a factory. In just half an hour, a large triangular-winged kite with thin bamboo strips as its bones and rags as its skin appeared in front of Lao Yandai and the others.
But Zhang Sixing didn't say what it was for. The old smoker smoked his cigarette thoughtfully and made random guesses.
"Why am I flying the kites that the children are playing with? Sir Zhang, this... what kind of trouble are you making by making kites on the battlefield?"
At this time, Xie Jinyuan, who received the letter, heard what kind of fun activities Zhang Sixing was doing again, and ran over with interest. Not only did he come, he also brought two rolls of thin nylon rope that Zhang Sixing asked for to hold the soles of his shoes.
"Mr. Zhang... this thing... is really... a kite."
He really couldn't believe it. Although the Japanese had only approached the Sixing Warehouse and the military situation was not serious, it was not the time to play around.
I saw Zhang Sixing tying the nylon rope to the kite, smiling mysteriously, and then ran upstairs with the kite.
Although everyone who looked at each other knew that they might be hit by a grenade if they went up to the roof, they couldn't bear to be curious.
I just feel that the guy in front of me who is good at fighting must have thought of something new.
Following the wooden ladder and poking his head out of the roof, Xie Jinyuan felt that the south wind was blowing at the moment.
Zhang Sixing was standing at the south end of the roof. He pulled the kite into the wind, and the kite, which was half a man's height, flew up in an instant.
There is nothing surprising about this. Winds of level 2 or 3 are a good time to fly a kite.
I saw Zhang Sixing handing the kite to someone else, while he took a sniper rifle and constantly took aim at the kite in the sky and the Japanese artillery positions.
At this time, the large triangular kite that appeared in the sky obviously attracted the attention of the Japanese. Many Japanese soldiers looked up from time to time while moving towards the Sixing Warehouse.
If you can hear it, you will definitely hear Japan say,
"Those guys at Sihang Warehouse are so laid-back and relaxed."
Seeing Zhang Sixing fooling around, Xie Jinyuan had no idea what he was going to do.
"Eight hundred and thirty-seven meters long...forty-seven meters high..."
Xie Jinyuan here hasn't understood what Zhang Sixing means, but Lao Yandian has already given the answer.
"Hook three strands, four strings, five, seventy...seven...the numbers are too old, and I can't calculate clearly."
Hearing the shouts of the old smoker, Xie Jinyuan felt funny, but subconsciously took out a pen and paper and calculated using the Pythagorean Theorem and the manual square root method in the Nine Chapters of Arithmetic.
This matter is not a big problem for Zhang Sixing. After all, it is the sniper's job to plan the distance by dividing the marks on the scope.
"About 830 meters..."
Zhang Sixing had just finished reporting the numbers, but Xie Jinyuan had already completed the calculations and casually reported the more accurate figures.
Just when Xie Jinyuan finished reporting the numbers, it was only about five minutes before Zhang Sixing flew the kite.
Suddenly, through the telescope, we could see several black beans-like things falling from under the No. 3 delta-wing kite.
When those small bean-like things fell to the ground, suddenly there was a violent explosion on the Japanese artillery position.
Neither the people in the Sihang Warehouse nor the Japanese artillery positions clearly understood what was going on.
Of course, those explosions were probably the size of hand grenades, and did not seem to cause much damage to the Japanese artillery positions. Then an anti-aircraft gun that was originally shooting at the Sixing Warehouse suddenly raised its barrel.
Unfortunately, the anti-aircraft guns cannot be vertical at 90 degrees, so they can do nothing about the triangular kites on their own positions.
This change almost caused Xie Jinyuan to almost drop the telescope in his hand, and he quickly looked at the kite with the telescope again. At this time, the soldiers upstairs in the Sihang Warehouse had already begun to wind up the line.
Looking at the impact points of several grenade shells, Xie Jinyuan couldn't help but shake his head.
Using kites to blow up the opponent's artillery positions is simply a joke.
No need to guess, Zhang Sixing must have hung the grenade in the grenade under the kite with a rope, and then tied a charcoal strip to the rope. When the time is up, the charcoal strip will burn the rope. The grenade in the grenade has an impact fuse, and it will naturally explode when it falls to the ground.
But what's the use of an attack that has neither precision nor accuracy?
It can't blow up the gunner or the ammunition accumulation point, so this kind of attack is completely useless.
Moreover, the kite being recovered at this time obviously attracted the attention of the Japanese, who were chasing the kite with machine guns and shooting at it.
However, the dangling kite was not knocked down. After thinking about it for a moment, Xie Jinyuan understood.
In addition to the wind, that thing also needs a tight traction rope and a frame made of three thin bamboo sticks. It is difficult for bullets to hit the frame of the kite unless it happens by chance.
But that's all. He couldn't see how Zhang Sixing's tricks could help solve the passive situation caused by anti-aircraft guns.
He smiled and shook his head, and expressed his painstaking efforts to Zhang Si Xingfei... Well, this is war, not children playing house, blowing up the opponent's gunner position in this way...
Zhang Sixing saw all this with his eyes. Anyone who has never been bombed by a drone will certainly not understand the horror of this kind of low-altitude bombing.
As for whether the Japanese artillery positions can be knocked down, the only prerequisite is the direction and strength of the wind. If the wind strength does not change, then the Japanese artillery positions will definitely not be saved.
He glanced at Xie Jinyuan with smiling eyes, and then told Lao Yandian,
"Old Cigarette Bag"
"have"
"You saw that big kite just now. Let's make hundreds of thousands of them, and also make some winding reels. Now I'm going to use the kite to lift the Japanese artillery positions."
Upon hearing his words, Xie Jinyuan just wanted to persuade him not to fool around, but when he lowered his head and thought about it, he realized why he dared to say that.
Suppose there are a thousand kites, fifty will become a mess when flying.
However, don't carry too many grenades on each big kite. Just carry three grenades from the grenades, which is equivalent to dumping 150 grenades from the sky towards the artillery position below.
No need to fight, just think, the people below will be scared to death.