The air has a natural advantage over the ground. In World War II, the German army relied on the good cooperation between the ground and the air to develop the ability to conduct rapid assaults.
Many people like to talk about the German Blitzkrieg. In fact, Blitzkrieg is not talking about armored spearheads, but Germany's extremely powerful air power.
In particular, the Stuka dive bomber, which was described as being able to drop bombs into a stew pot, was one of the reasons for Germany's rapid progress in the early stages of the war.
In the twenty-first century, whoever controls the sky controls the world.
Zhang Sixing has long been certain of this, but now, as he is at a disadvantage, how should he solve this problem?
"Kites, fly all the kites for me. Don't put bombs on them. Just kites will do."
fly a kite?
Everyone on the rooftop looked at each other, wondering what he was going to do.
In fact, it doesn't matter. If the kite is flying randomly in the sky, the height at which the plane passes by the four-row warehouse must be higher than the kite. If the height is increased by tens of meters, the hit rate will decrease.
Just like those hydrogen balloons released for air defense on the European battlefield.
Because of the speed of the plane, no matter how thin the kite string is, no pilot with any brains would fly the plane in. Although kites are definitely not as useful as hydrogen balloons, they cannot hold a large number of them.
Sure enough, when the kite flew into the sky, because there was no bomb hanging on it, the kite was flown high regardless of whether the wind was south or north.
Although it may not be of much use, it does provide an extra layer of cover and creates some trouble for the pilot.
But Zhang Sixing would not only defend but not attack. After thinking about the weapons at hand, he finally came up with some ideas.
"Go, someone, bring us a gasoline barrel cannon and some helmet mines."
During the air raid just now, I felt that I didn't need that thing, so I sent everyone back to the building.
"Facing north, don't put too much padding underneath, try to face the sky..."
Everyone who saw Zhang Sixing's behavior was confused.
Cao Zijin came to the busy Zhang Sixing and looked at the enemy planes in the sky adjusting their direction from time to time. He tentatively asked,
"Sir, you don't expect this thing to masturbate, do you?"
Put on a flat surface, this thing can collapse five kilograms of explosives three hundred meters, so how high can a helmet mine collapse?
Holding a somewhat smelly helmet mine, Zhang Sixing looked at it without saying a word. On the other hand, Lu Feizhang said,
"Don't worry, just try it and you'll find out. Why don't the shrapnel from the helmet mine fly dozens of meters? If you can't bring down the plane, spraying shit in its face won't relieve your anger..."
"This is all nonsense..."
However, Cao Zijin didn't dare to say this. Yesterday, he saw this stupid gasoline can spray explosive packets far away, and the power was like a heavy artillery.
Maybe it's not the best weapon to deal with fighter planes, but when there is almost no air defense capability at this time, you have to try every method.
Originally, this thing fired an explosive package that burned the fuse, so how would it explode if the grenade inside the helmet mine was replaced?
Remove the cone-shaped fairing of the gasoline cannon cannon, and remove the explosives tied into cubes inside. I tried putting the helmet grenade in, but I didn't know how to pull the grenade string.
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At this time, Cao Zijin, who had been observing the fighter planes in the air, saw the Japanese fighter planes in formation in the sky. He pointed to the sky and shouted,
"Sir, I'm afraid it's too late, otherwise I'd better shoot him with a gun."
In the blink of an eye, Zhang Sixing took a nail, separated the propellant powder in the gasoline barrel cannon, nailed a wooden board wrapped in a ragged military uniform to ensure air tightness, and then tied a grenade string to it.
He put the streamlined warhead back into the gasoline barrel cannon, glanced at the fire twister protruding from the bottom of the gasoline barrel cannon, and ordered,
"Listen to my command and light the fire."
Obviously, the Japanese planes that attacked from the south had to change their attack from east to west.
It wasn't because of anything else, it was because of the kites that were flying about a hundred meters in the sky with the morning wind. After all, a high-speed plane could be knocked down by a bird, let alone those kites.
"It's a shame these Chinese people can think of using kites to block planes."
"They can't build anything, not even airplanes or tanks, and certainly not hydrogen balloons."
There were reporters from various countries on the airship, and of course there was no shortage of Japanese reporters. However, there were more Chinese reporters. When one or two Japanese reporters said this, some people already replied with a sneer,
"The kites that our ancestors played with are enough, so there is no need for hydrogen balloons. I just didn't expect that my ancestors' things can be used for playing and fighting."
Regardless of how the people on the news airship quarreled with each other, Zhang Sixing, who was still holding a sniper rifle and still determining the distance according to the secret points on the airship, silently calculated:
The grenade explodes five to six seconds after the string is pulled... The fuse used for launch is about two inches, and the launch time after ignition is...
"Woo..."
As usual, the two fighter jets took the lead, swooping down as if they were about to strafe.
This time, the people on the roof of the Sixing Warehouse were more prepared. Since Cao Zijin was from the regular army and had received training in anti-aircraft shooting, Zhang Sixing asked him to take command.
At this time, the person holding the light machine gun had a "human gun rack" in front of him. Some people were holding the two legs of the light machine gun, and some were carrying the light machine gun directly on their shoulders.
At such a close distance, the ears may be deafened by the gunfire, but no one can care about such things when life is at stake.
As the sound of the plane's engine became louder and louder, everyone on the roof of the Sihang Warehouse tensed up their muscles. Everyone stared at the plane, paying attention to everything.
"beat"
As Cao Zicao shouted, both machine guns and rifles rang out.
But this kind of firepower is still very weak for fighters in the sky. They only need to slightly swing the control stick while diving to make the aircraft fly out of a serpentine path when diving down, which will greatly reduce the risk of being shot.
Not to mention the firepower of these light machine guns and rifles, even in the face of the dense anti-aircraft guns on the battleship, there is a high probability that such a dive can be completed safely.
Finally, the rocket launcher fired, dragging a plume of fire arrows into the sky.
One-kilogram warheads exploded in the sky, but the shrapnel without shrapnel only created dangerous turbulence.
"Humph, you stupid Chinese people, you can't bring down a plane with such a weapon."
The Japanese reporters on the news airship began to jeer.
However, before he could finish his words, a "Peng" sound suddenly came from the top of Sihang Warehouse.
A big warhead shot up into the sky, and a piece of wood flew up with it. But not long after it flew out, the plank fell down due to resistance.
I saw the slow warhead flying straight towards the two diving fighter jets.
Then... what is that...
Of course, no one knows this guy at this time. Since participating in the battle for the first time last night, this is the first time this thing has appeared in front of the world.