"You have never seen flying a kite in a war. Chief Zhang is fighting... all for nothing."
As the dozens of young men who were singled out were at the southern end of the Sihang Warehouse building, they held the windlasses and began to fly kites with various attack objects attached to them. The battlefield became a spectacle for a while.
Dozens of kites of different sizes were flown out from the roof of Sihang Warehouse at different speeds and in different positions.
This not only attracted the attention of the Japanese army, but also attracted the attention of the people on the other side of the Suzhou River, as well as the journalists who flew through the air in news airships.
"What are they doing?"
"Fly a kite, fly a kite on the battlefield."
Soon the reporters had the title of the first report - "Not doing business properly or having ulterior motives."
Although the Japanese Marines had been hit by bombs on kites, they did not take these kites seriously. After all, they were not very accurate.
Besides, even if you knew they had malicious intentions, how could you still dare to bombard them?
Perhaps a cannonball passed over the roof and landed on the gas package in the concession...
That's not a problem between the two warring parties, it's an international incident. At least at this time, the Japanese government doesn't plan to target it in public.
The machine guns and grenade launchers at the fire base had almost lost their chance to show off their power at this time. The quasi-snipers who had learned the fine division of the sights from Zhang Sixing were able to attack more quickly and accurately at relatively short distances.
Only a short while after the war started again, the machine guns and grenade launchers of the three fire bases were suppressed to the point where they could not even lift their heads.
At this time, it was the turn of the people on the building to exert force. Someone carried the heavy machine gun to the roof and fired fiercely at the Japanese Marines who were running towards the building along the trench system.
Not only the machine gunners, but also the artillery team's accuracy and bomb-dropping frequency seemed to be much higher than the last time the Japanese attacked.
The actual reason is very simple. People can work more efficiently when they are less stressed. Is there anything more stress-relieving than flying a kite on the battlefield?
Dozens of kites in the sky were slowly approaching the artillery position of the Japanese Marine Corps.
Eight hundred and thirty-seven meters is the length of all kite strings. The boy's task is to keep an eye on flying the kite, and then wait for the charcoal strips above to burn off the thin strings and the grenade falls, and then the string can be taken up.
At this time, I have to talk about the contribution of the miscellaneous barracks. Although there are only a few hundred people, there are really all kinds of people. Some people used wood and bamboo to make a spinning wheel-like take-up device.
It can quickly retract the kite after the kite drops the grenade and carry out the next round of attack.
Large and small delta-wing kites, blown by the south wind, swayed in the sky and flew towards the Japanese artillery positions.
Neither the reporters on the airship nor the Japanese Marines on the ground regarded these children's toys as a real threat.
But when the kite was flown over the artillery position by the teenagers, the situation became a little bad.
A young man stopped flying the line. As a result, the kite grew taller and the distance became shorter.
A young man kept pulling on the traction line of the kite. As a result, the kite began to yaw. I don’t know how he did it.
Anyway, when the kite arrived at the Japanese artillery position, it was at different heights and far away. It was swaying left and right. God knows where the dropped grenades would land.
The Japanese soldiers on the ground, who had not taken these kites seriously at first, couldn't help but feel worried.
Because these kites are not located in the open space of the artillery position like the first kite, they can float directly overhead.
At this moment, a string of grenades were thrown down from the skylight.
There were grenade shells, captured Japanese grenades, and of course more Chinese Gong grenades, and even larger delta-wing kites with a helmet mine directly attached.
The method of throwing is not difficult either. The charcoal strip burns the rope tied to the grenade, and the gravity acceleration when it falls pulls the lead tied to the kite.
As for the helmet mine, it is simpler. A small parachute is directly hung on the back of the helmet mine. After falling twenty meters, the attached thin line pulls the parachute open, and the huge force immediately pulls the grenade inside.
Then the parachute with the helmet mine hanging on it floated randomly in the skylight. Anyway, the area nearby was Japanese territory, so it wouldn't be an explosion if it exploded.
The grenades dropped by the kites hung with Japanese grenade ammunition hit the ground and fell like mortars the instant they hit the ground.
The grenades that fall to the ground often explode due to different heights, some explode in the air and some fall on the ground and explode while jumping. This is enough to make the gunners worry that these guys will jump on the ammunition box and explode.
The most abominable thing was the helmet mine, which was hung more than ten meters away and exploded. Shrapnel and feces rained down on the faces of the Japanese Marine artillerymen below.
Even though he was lucky enough not to be killed, the Japanese Marine who had feces sprayed on his face still bent over and made a vomiting sound amidst the stench.
This means that if you can't die from explosion, you will die from nausea.
Lu Feizhang, who was accustomed to fighting guerrilla warfare, looked at everything in front of him, and a lot of strange ideas came to his mind.
For example, attacking strongholds and military camps are all good methods.
Bamboo is not hard to find in the mountains, and cloth is not hard to find either.
I'm afraid of getting shot during the day, so I fly at night.
Just find the wind, fly a big kite up, and then drop ten kilograms or five kilograms of explosives... This is more exciting than an airplane.
As for shooting it down, a broken kite may not be more expensive than a bullet. If explosives are expensive, the primary salt, secondary sulfur, and triple charcoal left by our ancestors are just like soil in the mountains, so they are equally worthless.
Even if we don't use gunpowder, explosives, or even spraying shit from above, the people below won't be able to bear it.
If it were a stronghold or military camp, and people in the stronghold or military camp were sprayed with feces for half a month, everyone in the stronghold or military camp would be infected with cholera.
Let's not say that the creativity of the people is infinite. If you tell them one, they can come up with ten.
As each wave of kites arrived and exploded, the artillery positions of the Japanese Marine Corps immediately became chaotic.
After all, the kite is not a bomber. There are still traces of the bomber's bomb impact point, a bunch of things thrown down from the kite... haha...
What frightened them was that after the kite dropped a hundred or dozens of random objects, it quickly recovered them.
Damn it, this is fucking up people to no end, I dare them to throw them down.
The Japanese soldier who had shit sprayed on his face was furious, picked up his rifle, set up his machine gun and shot at the kite in the sky.
Fire suppression, fart fire suppression, first knock down the thing that sprays shit down.
Unfortunately, not a few kites were knocked down. A gust of wind picked up a large number of kites flying out from the top of the Sihang Warehouse. It looked like there must be one or two hundred kites.
How to fight this? Is there no shortage of kite-making materials in Sihang Warehouse?
Of course there is no shortage. Moso bamboo is an exported material with dozens of bundles of hundreds and hundreds of bundles. The string of leather shoes is an imported production material, and there are hundreds of boxes of it waiting to be used.