A few seconds later, the bomb "pierced" on the bunker suddenly exploded.
The orange fireball was particularly vivid at night, and the heat from the blast was so hot that it made your face ache even from dozens of meters away.
The power of an explosion of more than ten kilograms of explosives is huge, especially when the front half of the slender bomb is completely hollow, filled with thick viscous feces mixed with soil.
Don't be disgusted, it's not easy to find water on the battlefield. It's even harder to use liquid to make bombs. And this kind of mixing of viscous dung is the best material to form a "non-Newtonian liquid".
When the short spear-like pole in front of the front half of the bomb is hit, the composite projectile at the warhead will break. When clay is added, sticky feces will flow out.
When it is spread into a big pile, the fifteen kilograms of explosives loaded in the back half will explode.
The "non-Newtonian liquid" upon impact will instantly become extremely hard, faithfully transmitting the shock wave imparted by the fifteen kilograms of explosives to the bunker without reservation.
The strong machine gun bunkers built by the Japanese were only left with a big crater after the explosion.
As mentioned before, the Japanese have a very strong ability to build bunkers. In the bloody battle on Tarawa Island in the future Pacific War, the Japanese used bunkers covered with thick coral sand, and many of them withstood the heavy artillery bombardment of the Eagle Navy.
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When the amphibious combat vehicles loaded with US troops landed, they suffered a lot of damage from those bunkers.
The reason why it withstood the heavy artillery bombardment was that the air wave from the heavy artillery explosion was attracted by the coral sand to absorb the explosive power.
But when the bomb filled with half a can of shit exploded at the Parachute School, the power of the explosion was faithfully transmitted to the bunker below because of the presence of the non-Newtonian liquid.
No matter whether it is reinforced concrete or civil engineering, there is no way to defend against this kind of fecal bomb.
When encountering the former, the result will be similar to an armor-piercing bomb. Even if the bunker can withstand the explosion, the cement blocks ejected from inside will kill everyone in the bunker. The civil bunker will be directly blown to pieces, and then the people inside will be killed.
The bottom of the crater was crushed into a pulp.
Looking at such a bomb, Gao Zhisong opened his mouth and couldn't think of how to describe it. He sighed, and it took him a while to think of:
If the Guo army's air force had such bombs, how could the Japanese dare to be so rampant?
Amidst the rumbling sounds, passages were instantly opened up in the barbed wire fence and minefield in front of the Japanese position...
"Charge"
After shouting behind him, Gao Zhisong straightened up.
The bullets fired at him made a hissing sound. Some bullets were like small insects flying by, while others made a heavy sound of drilling into the flesh.
Subconsciously, Gao Zhisong's hand covered the abdomen that had just been hit hard.
At this time, the charge horn sounded, and the soldiers, inspired by the thrilling victory in the previous battle, rushed out following the horn sound.
He was pleased to see that none of his soldiers were afraid of the bullets that were flying from time to time. They bent over and rushed towards death, towards the stronghold in front that was full of enemy troops.
Finally, the pain of being hit by the bullet came, like a hot iron burning there. At the same time, his steps were shaky and he could no longer support his body. His body, which was as tall as a mountain, fell backwards.
"Brigade, I'm injured, the medic...the medic..."
Gao Zhisong could vaguely hear his guards shouting loudly, and the pain in his abdomen suddenly intensified, and the soldier put a cigarette in his mouth.
He knew very well that those were cigarettes with added opium. As a soldier, you should not be exposed to things that can make you mentally depressed. However, the army did not have enough anesthetics, so many soldiers would secretly prepare a few cigarettes filled with opium.
I, am I going to faint... No, I can't fall... I just fought the most enjoyable battle since I joined the army.
Anyone who can rise to the rank of general at this moment has a rich life and military career. At the age of thirty-nine, he also participated in the Northern Expedition with passion when he was young.
Apart from the Northern Expedition, tonight's battle was fought smoothly.
If on the Songhu battlefield, we could have such a sharp weapon for opening passages in barbed wire fences and minefields, how many fewer people would die. Half of the veterans of the 88th Division were killed on the Songhu battlefield. Here in Jinling
In the defense war, I hope I can keep my other half.
The pain in his abdomen seemed to be relieved by the cigarette he inhaled, and Gao Zhisong tried his best to straighten his waist.
He could see that the soldiers from the guard camp had rushed into the Japanese stronghold. This time, no one was fighting alone. The soldiers were more organized than ordinary people.
Those with enough bullets were in front to suppress fire, and those with enough grenades were throwing grenades somewhere.
There was a battlefield, a battlefield of blood and fire, and also the most glorious battlefield in his life when he resisted foreign invaders.
I, I can't just lie down like this, I...
"Bridge, Brigade, don't move, the ambulance will be here soon."
These words made Gao Zhisong angry. He was only injured on the battlefield against the foreigners. How could he lie here and watch others kill the Japanese?
He wanted to push away the guard, annoyed that he didn't even know how to help himself stand up. He wanted to tell everyone in the world that on the battlefield against foreign invaders, none of his soldiers were cowards.
But after pushing a few times, his weak arms failed to push the guard, and he yelled angrily,
"Help me up, you cry like a hammer..."
Although his voice was stern and he was shouting with almost all his strength. However, his body was so limp that he couldn't even lift it up, and his voice was so small that it was impossible to hear him clearly.
Just at this moment, there was a sudden sound of an engine in the sky, and then a huge eagle wing flew down from the sky and landed on the ground. Even Zhi Song could hear someone roaring under the huge "eagle wing",
"Hansen, you will lead the first team for the time being. I have to lead the Guo army to charge... Don't be so chatty and keep in touch."
This voice sounded very familiar to Gao Zhisong's ears. Yes, he was the young principal of the paratrooper school. Their equipment was so strange and their tactics were so clever.
Now Gao Zhisong still remembers that he once said that if the Battle of Jinling is over, he will go to the paratrooper school, even if he only becomes a student.
"Principal Zhang, come and see our hotel."
Zhang Sixing was quickly recognized as he approached. To be honest, although his equipment was very concealable, he looked like a werewolf at night, so he was still very recognizable.
With just one glance, Zhang Sixing knew that the gauze that the guards were pressing on Gao Zhisong's abdomen was completely soaked in blood. He knew that some internal organ had ruptured. If it hadn't been for the gauze that the guards were covering his abdomen, he would have died a long time ago.
He reached out and took out his morphine, and inserted a needle into Gao Zhisong's body. Then he grabbed Gao Zhisong's guard and gave him instructions word by word in his ear,
"Get your brigade seats down and send someone back to the main position immediately... hand them over to your deputy brigade commander, go ahead."
"Don't, I..."
On his deathbed, Gao Zhisong was still waiting to speak. Zhang Sixing lowered his head and said solemnly,
"Brigadier Gao, don't worry about recovering from your injuries. I will continue to fight with your soldiers. Don't worry."