After talking to Lu Feizhang, listening to the Japanese military camp coughing like a barking dog, Zhang Sixing secretly thought that the "107 high-level and flat dual-purpose rocket launcher" might be equipped with some warheads like this. Anyway, they are made of clay and are not expensive.
As soon as the battle reaches the front of the position, whenever a person takes a step forward, a layer of ash will be stirred up, and then...
That scene shouldn't be too fun... No, if the wind direction changes, we won't have to smoke our own people. But if in the Guanjianao battle recorded in history, a few tons of this thing was given to the positions held by the Japanese soldiers...
No matter what was going on in his mind, Zhang Sixing quietly put his sniper rifle in front of him and prepared for sniping.
But he didn't plan to take action now. He was waiting for the "flare" to light up in the sky. At this moment, Lu Feizhang's call suddenly came from the walkie-talkie,
"Sir, what do you mean, forget it if you can't grab it? It would be a waste to leave the tank to the Japanese."
Well, for Zhang Sixing, this is really the case.
Even if the Japanese are playing with armor, they can come here to bully the Chinese. They are nothing more than food in front of any European country.
Relatively speaking, Zhang Sixing knew how to fight in "armored clusters", and it would be a waste to have tanks in the hands of the Japanese. After thinking about it and listening to the constant coughing in front of him, Zhang Sixing had an idea.
"We can consider using tear gas canisters to deal with the Japanese tanks and infantry. As long as we can drive them away, I don't think it will be difficult to snatch their tanks and armored vehicles."
"Haha, sir, I think so too, but the Japanese soldiers in tanks and armored vehicles..."
"Don't worry, the Japanese tanks don't have three defense systems..."
He was so happy that Zhang Sixing accidentally said the noun from decades later, hoping that Lu Feizhang didn't hear it. But then the voice from the walkie-talkie showed that he could play guerrilla behind enemy lines. This guy has very good hearing.
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"Three defenses, what are three defenses..."
"Well...it means fire prevention, theft prevention, and eight-way prevention..."
"Eh?"
"Oh shit, let's get rid of your ambush and stop making trouble with me here. I'm busy here."
Cursing, Zhang Sixing slowly moved his mourning stick-like sniper rifle from his side to the front.
"Sir, do you have the recipe for this thing? I'll tell you over there..."
"Recipe? What kind of recipe can there be for this thing? It is to boil ten pots of chili pepper water into one pot, then add soil and grind it as finely as possible. The finer the better, and then...you can think of the rest."
"It's that simple?"
"How difficult it is for you to think about it. You're not done yet. I'm still busy here."
"It's over, it's over, sir, you are busy."
Finally, when Lu Feizhang closed the line, Zhang Sixing finally had time to issue an order.
"Sniper fires, wait until the lights are turned on before shooting."
"yes"
Hansen, who was following him, responded and took out his flashlight to issue orders to other snipers.
When they arrived, Zhang Sixing deliberately chose a vantage point close to the infantry camp of the Sixth Division. Taking advantage of the night wind, he had already placed a kite with a gas lamp above their heads.
As the sniper team responded with a faint green light from their covered flashlights, the Japanese camp was suddenly illuminated.
The self-inflating gas lamp on the kite emitted bright light from the sky, illuminating the entire Japanese military position. The Japanese, who had never seen anything like this before, looked at the sky in surprise, wondering whether the sky was slowly moving away from them.
Where did the light come from?
But what is strange is that the kites not only illuminated the Japanese camp, but also illuminated the location of Zhang Sixing and others.
Could it be that this guy has a hole in his head? He has to shine a light on himself to feel comfortable in a fair duel.
Of course this is not the case. The only reason is that when a sniper gun fires, no matter how small the muzzle flash is, it is easy to distinguish it at night.
If the Japanese artillery team had been prepared in advance, the casualties of the sniper team might have been heavy.
But if it is under bright light, especially when most people's eyes are attracted to the "little sun" that suddenly appears in the sky, it is the time to snipe and kill the soldiers on the sentry tower.
After all, that place is relatively high, and pepper tear gas eggs are made from clay powder. No matter how fine they are ground, their ability to fly upward is still not as good as aerosols. As for the trenches and bunkers on the ground, they are nothing more than throwing them away.
A tear-jerker passed by.
"puff……"
After a series of spitting sounds, all the sentries visible to the naked eye on the sentry tower, regardless of whether they were wearing gas masks or not, were shot in the head. Then Zhang Sixing gave an order,
"Turn off the lights"
As the person in charge of the sky light pulled the rope to raise the opaque cover of the gas lamp, the light disappeared in the sky as suddenly as it came.
However, the terrible thing is that the gas lamp above Zhang Sixing's head was still bright at this time, and the lampshade that had just been raised was only half raised. Although the light no longer shines on the ground, the light in the sky cannot be covered.
"Sir, the lampshade is malfunctioning. The rope is broken and it still can't be pulled up."
Hansen shouted anxiously behind Zhang Sixing.
"Why panic? Go down thirty meters and prepare the sling..."
As the tall figures around him moved forward quickly, Zhang Sixing raised his gun and "blowed out the light" with a "pop" shot.
However, just as he was doing this, the bright muzzle flash was so conspicuous in the dark night. Hansen, who had led the team to run dozens of meters, heard the sound of a grenade passing above his head and exclaimed,
"Oops, sir is still there..."
As he finished speaking, a series of grenade grenades fell, and a series of explosions revealed that there were at least a dozen grenades waiting to hit the snipers.
"Sir"
With the loud explosion, Hansen shouted with worry. However, he did not lose his mind and ran back to check on Zhang Sixing's safety. Instead, he shouted with the aftertaste of the explosion,
"Tear gas, throw, five rounds..."
As he roared, the nearby soldiers turned their slings over their heads. More than two hundred people from two companies hurled five rounds. In the blink of an eye, a thousand tear gas eggs flew out in a mess, landing on the Japanese army.
Battle lines, trenches, bunkers and camps full of sleeping pits.
Tear gas grenades are the offensive grenades of the paratrooper school. They have no fragments and will not accidentally injure you. Moreover, the gray-yellow pepper "soil mist" pushed by the explosive will make those who accidentally inhale it into the lungs want to burn their lungs together.
Cough it out.
Hansen described the feeling as if someone who doesn't like spicy food inhaled the chili pepper into his lungs and sprinkled a handful of it into his eyes.
This guy doesn't like spicy food, but he is not afraid of spicy food when eating skewers. This is because eating skewers has deepened his understanding of this "offensive tear-jerking egg".
Clay porcelain is not very harmful to people, but when it is spicy, it is really deadly.
As a large cloud of gray-yellow "fog" rose in the Japanese camp, some coughing sounds gradually subsided, and some more sounds drifted into the distance.
Just at this moment, from the smoke of the grenade explosion, a tall black figure appeared.
After staying with Zhang Sixing for a long time, Hansen felt relieved after just one glance.
"Sir, the Japanese troops in the camp should have lost their ability to resist. Should we kill them all?"