Who could predict that kites would appear on the battlefield, and who could predict that kites would drop bombs.
No, I believe no one in this world can think of this.
And even if it was expected, no arms dealer from any country would develop a kite-shooting gun.
In fact, dealing with low-altitude kites is very simple and can be done with a few sprays. Unfortunately, the Japanese army does not have them.
Rifles and machine guns can hit it, but the huge hole in the butt is not harmful at all to such a big kite. Unless you are very lucky and can break the frame with one shot, it will still be useless.
A kite only needs to be able to measure distance relatively accurately, and as long as there is a favorable wind, who says a kite cannot be used as a weapon on the battlefield.
There are no bad weapons in the world, only weapons that are not used correctly.
Anyone who is familiar with light weapons knows that crooked handles and pheasant necks are a joke, but in the hands of an old man who is short of food and ammunition, it is a weapon a hundred times better than a gunpowder gun.
Zhang Sixing's action provided many new ideas to those who fought behind enemy lines in the future. For example, when attacking, people often used kites to set fire, sprinkle some lime, and the like.
This is something I won’t mention for now.
"Funny... funny... so funny, I was actually defeated by a group of kites."
Major General Xiong Chuanyong, who was smiling sadly, could not release the grief and anger in his heart. He pulled out his command knife and cut off a corner of the table with the combat map with a single stroke.
The chief of staff who came to report the news turned pale with fright.
Yesterday, we took the remaining garrison troops and paid dozens of casualties to capture the prisoners who were running around and had weapons.
At dawn, the angry Xiong Chuan was rushed to the front line to command the attack. However, he was nearly killed by an explosion at the artillery position. He ran back to the command post covered in stench.
As soon as he entered the command post, all the Japanese officers who could move twisted their eyebrows and wrinkled their noses.
They had only heard of the name of the "Cripple Maker" mine, but they never expected it to be so smelly.
After roaring, Xiong Chuanyong seemed to have all his energy and energy thrown out with the knife just now. He let go of his fingers and directed the knife to fall to the ground with a "clang".
His face was completely pale and bloodless.
The chief of staff, who knew the inside story, sighed in his heart. The night before yesterday, he himself had been deceived by the tall artillery lieutenant.
Wordlessly patting the chief of staff on the shoulder, Xiong Chuanyong lowered his head and walked silently toward his small office in the command post.
He couldn't help but have mixed feelings in his heart. Who would have thought that the Marine Corps equipped with such powerful firepower and such a large number of people would be scratched by the Four Lines Warehouse.
None of the hundreds of thousands of Chinese regular troops in front suffered such heavy casualties, and they had never seen these unexpected combat methods.
A steel helmet can act like a mine, and a kite can act like a bomber. This is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
In fact, at this moment, he had slowly figured out in his mind that the root cause of his consecutive defeats in this battle was not that the people in the Sihang Warehouse across the way were very capable, but that the opposite of the Junk Bridge was the concession, and heavy artillery bombardment was not possible.
Those kind of helmet mines are basically designed to deal with infantry, and no matter how many infantry there are, they will be used for nothing.
Every time I attack here, I send hundreds of helmets to others... It is estimated that there are more than 2,000 helmets in the Sihang Warehouse now, that is, 2,000 helmet mines.
I hope the next attacking general will have better luck, otherwise the Marine Corps will still exist...
Just as he was walking towards the office, the door to the headquarters was suddenly pushed open by someone very rudely.
The person who came in first had a thin face and a beautiful mustache. He was wearing a legal cloak, which was the standard equipment of the Japanese Army Military Police.
His eyes were cold, as if he was holding out a knife to cut someone's flesh when he looked at them. But if you were a sophisticated person, you would see something different.
"Incompetent Navy Red Deer, you have disgraced the Imperial Japanese Army, now you collect your rags and get out of here."
"You, this is the command post of our Marine Corps, how dare you..."
The Chief of Staff, who was smelling bad, suddenly turned around, his pupils shrank like needlepoints, and he let out a low roar like a ferocious beast.
Seeing the cold look in his eyes, the officer next to the army general subconsciously took a step forward, even holding his hand on the holster or command knife at his waist.
The coming army general's eyes were even colder, and the corners of his tightly pursed mouth twisted, and a trace of ridicule disappeared. Then he showed no fear of the threat from the chief of staff in front of him.
"I am the commander of the Shigeto detachment, Shigeto Oaki."
After saying this sentence, the menacing look on the face of the originally ferocious-looking Chief of Staff immediately disappeared, and he stood there like a formidable statue.
"This is our Marine Corps...ah..."
Xiong Chuanyong, who had just planned to return to his small office, suddenly turned around and rushed towards Shigeto Oaki like a mad beast.
However, his spirit was already broken, and before he could rush in front of Shigeto Oaki, he was already grabbed by the neck.
His originally cold eyes were filled with a sharp look, and his other hand even easily untied the French cloak around his neck.
The adjutant behind him stepped forward and caught his cloak.
Ignoring the Marine Corps officers who were shocked by his general uniform, his eyes were fixed on Isamu Kumagawa in front of him. His eyes were like two fierce poisonous snakes, as if they were about to pounce on Isamu Xiongchuan's face from his eyes at the next moment.
Bite up.
"I thought you were just stupid to be deceived by that Chinese man, but your current behavior is so reckless, and you don't have the magnanimity of a general of the Japanese Empire at all..."
Saying that, Shigeto Oaki raised his eyes.
The Marine Corps officers here all knew that what he was talking about was the night before yesterday, when the military police officer was misjudged by their general as a spy of the China Army.
Feeling unjust, they met Shigeto Daqiu's eyes, lowered their heads one by one, and looked away.
There is nothing to say about this. Officers who cannot defeat the enemy on the battlefield naturally have no fighting spirit. Especially the general of their Marine Corps seems to have really lost his mind at this moment.
In fact, it's not his fault. Three brigades of Japanese marines, including additional soldiers, had already suffered more than 2,000 casualties downstairs in the Sihang Warehouse.
Originally, the last attack was expected to be successful, but unfortunately... the abominable kite.
Of course, the navy is being reprimanded by the military. Originally, it was just a matter of capturing the Sihang Warehouse, but now...
I really don’t know how the Marine Corps of the Empire of Japan will be able to hold its head high in front of the Army in the future.
Shigeto Daqiu's sharp gaze swept across the entire headquarters, and suddenly asked slowly,
"As defeated people, why do you have the nerve to stay here? Now pack up your rags and disappear from my eyes. Watch from the outside with your eyes wide open to see how our army fights."