The artillery position of the Japanese Marine Corps was blown up by a group of kites.
It only took a few minutes for the radio on the airship to send a variety of headlines and content back to the ground. The press there had not yet exerted its force, but the unknown broadcaster had already been heard on the street.
sound.
"Our troops who defended the Sixing Warehouse on the Songhu battlefield, faced with the vicious artillery fire of the Japanese invaders, actually came up with a way to defeat the enemy with kites... hundreds of triangular kites of different sizes, carrying various weapons..."
As soon as the radio broadcast was announced, the river bank opposite Sihang Warehouse was filled with water in less than thirty minutes.
At this time, the newspaper boys were holding newspapers and selling them loudly,
"Outside the Hao, outside the Hao, never seen before, four lone troops defeated the enemy with kites."
After a good sleep, Guo Liangjun was worried about the "old men" who handed over to Zhang Sixing, so he walked carefully through the crowd.
It's not that I'm afraid of bumping into someone, but I'm worried that if I bump into someone, someone will notice that he has a gun in his arms.
He also heard the broadcast and hurried here.
Using a kite to defeat enemies has never been heard of before. After thinking about it for a while, I felt that this matter must have something to do with the guy in the cloth suit.
But I heard on the radio that there were many people wearing cloth strips in the Sihang Warehouse Building, and it was no longer just that one person.
It's not that Guo Liangjun underestimated the others, because if others were willing to use their brains, the Songhu battlefield might not be so rotten. Of course, I haven't heard of anyone on the world's battlefields who can think of such a combat method.
On the contrary, when he defended the Soviet area in the past, Guo Liangjun understood a truth. Every grass and tree in this world is a weapon. It just depends on whether you use your brain.
It's just that most people who like to deal with others, flatter others, and be Machiavellian cannot possibly think about these things.
It is precisely because there are too many stupid people like that that the Chinese people's science lags behind and their ability to invent and create is weak.
This is of course not the understanding of Guo Liangjun alone, but the understanding of all the old people who pay attention to the scientific spirit of seeking truth from facts.
It is this scientific attitude that ultimately drives some people to a small island and suffers them for the rest of their lives.
At this moment, the British troops wearing pots and helmets beside the Garbage Bridge have blocked the bridge and no one is allowed to pass. However, the road along the river is full of people.
Whether it was the businessmen who took advantage of the excitement to sell food and cigarettes, the scouts who held loudspeakers to collect donations, or the large slingshots that kept throwing condolences to the other side of the river, everyone was looking up from time to time while they were busy.
Sihang Warehouse.
With the south wind, huge triangular kites soared into the sky.
At this moment, the artillery position of the Japanese Marine Corps no longer heard the sound of artillery attacking the Sihang Warehouse.
The kites above their heads have never stopped, and the number of kites in the sky at this moment is not much different from the number of kites at the Kite Festival in later generations.
The only difference is that the bigger the kite is, the more helmet mines it carries.
Moreover, these cheap guys can blow up everything. As long as they see the Japanese, a few kites will fly over, and then there will be all kinds of bombs covering the sky.
Basically, as long as the south wind does not stop, it will continue to shit on the necks of the Japanese. This is not a description, but a real rain of shit.
In fact, the south wind is not easy to stop during the day. The reason is very simple. The huge body of water is like a heat collector. It absorbs heat when it is hot and releases heat when it is cold.
The alternation of hot and cold will form convection, which is wind.
While everyone was observing the battlefield being dressed up like a spring outing, suddenly there was a violent explosion in the distance. Following the loud noise, a huge black mushroom cloud rose into the sky.
No need to ask, even a person with little battlefield knowledge can guess based on the news on the radio and newspapers that the ammunition stored in the Japanese artillery position must have been detonated.
It's easy to understand when you think about it. Just look at the large group of kites released from Sihang Warehouse. If you throw so many bombs, one or two will always hit the target.
This is exactly what happened. In the violent explosion, a huge black pit appeared on the artillery position. The blackened soil was spread on the ground in a radial pattern. As for the people...
The nearby anti-aircraft guns were lifted dozens of meters away by the air waves, and except for those who hid in the trenches, all others disappeared. Even those hiding in the trenches lost their ability to fight in the violent shaking.
As the artillery positions and fire bases lost their combat capabilities, the firepower in the Sihang Warehouse was fully "resurrected". Hansen Raul waved to the artillerymen who had been prepared and shouted in blunt Chinese,
"Go up, go up and fuck them..."
As he shouted, four cannons appeared at the firing ports on the third and fourth floors, and then they shot out four times.
Not only that, but those heavy guns mounted on flatbed trucks suddenly appeared, and the Japanese Marines in the trenches were pinned down by the long flames from the muzzles, unable to raise their heads.
The Japanese Marines, who were already suffering from intensive grenade attacks by the Sheepman Artillery Team, began to want to retreat.
It is true that they are militarists, and they are full of bushido spirit. But no one would want to persist in this kind of battle that is obviously destined to death.
Especially when the teenagers flying kites in Sihang Warehouse came up with new tricks, they couldn't stand it even more.
This time, I didn’t even use the timing charcoal strip, I just tied it with another thin rope. Some people thought the nylon rope was too heavy, so they simply used raw silk.
When the kite reached the sky above the Japanese trenches, the rope was pulled to ignite the grenade, and the helmet mine also rolled down. Then the small parachute opened and the helmet mine was dangling above the heads of the Japanese marines.
Seeing the helmet mine under the small parachute, almost all the Japanese let out a scream full of fear, and then ran around like headless flies.
At this time, the observer of the Sheep Shepherd Artillery Team shouted,
"Thirty meters to the right, there are eight Japs, give me an air blast..."
The artillery observers should be relatively professional and shout out the coordinates. The most egregious ones are the machine gunners. The Min-24 water-cooled heavy machine gun will fire several long bursts as soon as the muzzle of the civilian 24 water-cooled heavy machine gun is turned.
"Boom boom boom boom..."
After a series of air explosions, golden shrapnel flew downwards like raindrops. Of course, the stench coming from the feces was indispensable. At this moment, the Japanese Marines simply hated this kind of landmine.
We no longer call it something academically rich like "The Cripple Maker", but directly call it "the one who cuts off all descendants".
The shrapnel struck from top to bottom, leaving no place to hide.
There was also the grenade thrown from nowhere, which also exploded in the air. The only advantage was that it still had a headache-inducing stench.
Then, the Japanese Marines, who were driven around by helmet mines and grenades, fell into the range of the heavy machine gun.