"Damn it, I have diarrhea. It's an interesting school." Zidian shrugged, with a sinister smile on his face, and leaned over and said: "Penang was bombed like that, is there any paper? We can't let the little devil use his fingers, everyone.
We are all civilized people, so this is not good. How about we air-drop leaflets, and then the devils can use them. Of course, I am in Indonesia, and I happen to know about a medicine used by primitive tribes in the rainforest.
Over the course of an hour, the effect of the medicine will slowly take effect, and the itching will gradually increase. The itching at the end is so good that even if the skin is scratched and the flesh is bruised, it will be useless. It will take two hours before the medicine takes effect."
Huh?
He Zhenzhong and Situ Lingfeng couldn't help but pinch their feet. Why did the chrysanthemums feel a little cold and a little aching?
Looking at Zidian with a wicked smile on his face, the two of them directly kicked him out.
"Holy shit, you guys"
"Yeah, you still call us ****, this is the bastard."
"Agree." Situ Lingfeng also nodded.
However, this glorious and sacred task was still handed over to Zidian. Since this guy is so aggressive, it is perfect to use it to deal with those little devils.
Soon, Zidian took action and began to exchange grain for rats in other areas of Malaysia. For Malaysians who were in the war, this was undoubtedly a good thing that fell from the sky. As a result, rats throughout Malaysia suffered.
In less than half a day, two hundred thousand rats were gathered.
Then, He Zhenzhong mobilized a chemical defense team from China to start work, injecting a delayed-acting laxative extracted from croton into each mouse, then packing it into boxes and airlifting it to the front line in Penang.
After the rats with the added ingredients arrived, Zidian and the Japanese gangsters who sneaked in secretly got boxes of rats in. After opening the boxes, the panicked rats began to scurry around towards the interior of Penang. It was interesting.
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At the same time, Zidian began the next step of work, urgently printing millions of leaflets persuading surrender, with the Japanese Emperor's face printed on them.
Later, when the sun was about to go down, two large transport planes took off and flew over Penang.
"Air raid."
"Hide quickly."
The Japanese were so frightened that they pissed themselves off, and one after another they lay down and hid in the air-raid shelter. The limited air defense force also moved, but it was not wasted, because they all saw it, and what was thrown down was not
.
Could it be that the Chinese dropped some poisonous gas weapons or something like that?
The senior generals of the Japanese were a little frightened, and their faces turned pale. Absolutely not, it would not fall so slowly, and there were too many of them, densely packed, as if it was raining.
"The report is a leaflet."
Someone used a high-powered telescope to see it clearly.
"What kind of plane do the Chinese make?"
"Flyers? Psychic attacks? You want to make us surrender in this way, how is it possible?"
"That's not true. We are warriors of the Japanese Empire and we will not listen to these rumors."