Chapter 47 Black Humor
It’s not that when he saw at least one of his infantry squads was buried in the ruins in the area of the fan shock wave, the Japanese grandson howled like a pig.
Regarding being buried, it is true that others may still be chaotic, but for the Japanese, they are not that scared.
Looking around the world, what land has a crust activity comparable to that of Japan's main island?
What is the taste of hometown? That's it. Anyway, there are not many heavy objects in the ruins. The Japanese officers and soldiers who are used to being buried in their hometown are not afraid. Didn't they even shout at me if they didn't look at it?
The Japanese Grandmaster was not shocked by the extremely tragic scene, but was then shocked by the aftermath of the shock wave. The telescope in front of him hit the Japanese Grandmaster's mouth so desperately.
It doesn't matter if your lips swollen into sausages quickly, but it hurts a little when a big front teeth are broken.
Of course, the real heart-wrenching Captain Kitakura Mandu on the left wing of the battlefield.
What Toyota Hide lost was a tooth and an infantry squad that could be rescued and rescued, but Kitakura Mandu turned into ashes.
Perhaps the only comfort was that he didn't have to worry about trying to restrain his body, and blew the entire building into a super explosion of blooming flowers, helping the Japanese army complete all the processes after death.
The hundreds of meters around the explosion center were so miserable. If you think about it, you can figure out what the explosion center was like.
"The Chinese must be crazy! Crazy!" The bloody complexion on Kekuang Mandu's face disappeared, and he muttered to himself in a daze.
"Aren't they afraid of Westerners causing trouble?"
In fact, except for him who knew he was talking, the vast majority of the Japanese troops in the field command could no longer hear the voice of their commander.
Not killed by the bombing.
The distance is more than 300 meters and there are buildings as shields. You will definitely not die.
However, the loud noise generated during the explosion was too big and caught off guard. At least one-quarter of the Japanese army here had two thin red lines flowing out of their ears.
That is the phenomenon of the eardrum being shaken.
Even if my eardrums are thicker than my face, I still buzz and feel like I am the whole world.
As for what the Japanese captain is worried about for the Chinese army, it really doesn't have to.
He must have never heard of an old Chinese saying: Those with barefoot are not afraid of wearing shoes, and those with psychopaths are not afraid of being desperate...
The strategic goal of the lonely army trapped in a corner is to guard the last position of Songhu with life. You can even need your life. What else can you not lose?
As for Westerners, if they want to protest to them, haha, where can I go to King Yama to complain! Brothers are drinking tea and mahjong below to wait for them.
The Japanese captain may not understand that this battle was a battle between a group of madmen from the beginning.
They only have 400 people, and their strongest firepower is only two machine guns, but what they have to face is hundreds of thousands of Japanese troops with naval guns and planes. If they are not crazy, how can they hurt their opponents?
Yes, those people never thought of winning any battle. For such a group of lunatics, it would be victory to beat the Japanese.
Now, the Japanese army is already in great pain.
The highest-level army major, Toyota Hide, had no front teeth. The once ambition-oriented Japanese captain's face was as color as the makeup he liked by the Kyoto Geisha, which was like an imitation show.
In fact, not to mention that Kitakura Man, as his opponent, was almost destroyed by the blow, even the initiator was a little stunned.
Lei Xiong on the roof had issued a flag-toning alarm before the communications soldier downstairs. He jumped away from the machine gun seat and retreated into a simple anti-aircraft fortification that had been built with logs and steel plates, but he was still dizzy and gnawed on a mouthful of sand.
When the gravels in the sky were almost falling, they poked their heads out and looked into the distance, and couldn't help but smile: "Hey, Ri! Did this guy Tang Dao take all our explosives out there?"
If there is not much explosive, how could a building be blown up after it explodes?
As far as you can see, the original four-story building has disappeared, leaving only a pile of reinforced concrete and countless gravel rubble piled up in place, like a huge tomb.
The explosion energy of a mere 500 kilograms of explosives is naturally not enough to completely blow a building up. Blasting collapse is the limit. However, the small butterfly from the future has nearly a hundred years ahead of this era. The amount of explosives at key points such as supporting columns, main load-bearing walls, etc. have been strictly calculated.
The power of the energy flow formed by the energy gathering of N explosion points is actually much greater than the destructive power that 500 kilograms of explosives themselves can create.
Rather than saying that the building was blown away, it was better to be blown away as a whole, which was very exaggerated. The original four-story building now only has one floor, which caused the illusion of being blown away.
If it is placed in the future, it will not be too great. It is just a blasting and demolition.
"The burning life can only turn into cold ashes!" Tang Dao became literary again, and chanted a poem as he looked at his masterpiece.
"Brother Shanzi, what does the commander mean?" Niu Er, who was difficult to write his own 'two, didn't understand at all, so he could only ask Yang Xiaoshan for advice.
"It's probably because the person burned it, only ashes left!" Yang Xiaoshan held it in for a long time and explained it with realism.
"What are you two doing? The talent of the superior is nothing you can guess? Hurry up and enter the battle throne. The Japanese are going to dig people from the ruins. Our job is coming." The veteran over there was red with excitement, and he greeted the two younger brothers.
The veteran Youzi had an extra scope on the official rifle in his hand. It was thrown by Tang Dao after Niu Er was so arrogant that everyone was shocked.
Although Yang Xiaoshan has potential, he is far inferior to Li Jiujin in shooting at present. Tang Dao simply threw another scope from the telescope that was polished from the battalion commander Yang Ruifu to him.
The two cold gunmen have their own dedicated combat positions on the third floor, and Yang Xiaoshan continues to be his elementary apprentice. It doesn’t matter whether he can snipe the Japanese army from a distance, but he must have the style first.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Tang Dao recited a poem with a very literary style, but the Japanese army was really miserable.
After discovering that his 2nd Infantry Squad disappeared with the building that could suppress the opponent's firepower, Kitakura Mandu issued a signal of retreating the entire army.
An infantry team of more than 50 people had been wiped out, and he could no longer bear any greater losses.
At least, he wanted to keep the heavy machine gun squad and infantry artillery squad assigned to him by the brigade. As for the 1st infantry squad, which was still fifty meters in front of the Chinese firepower network, it depends on how fast they ran.
Yes, more than 30 people who survived the Japanese vanguard were destined to be strategically abandoned.
If Kitakura Mandu was still stubborn and refused to let go, the four mortars that had just hid downstairs would be deployed in 2 minutes, and the heavy machine gun positions on the Japanese left-wing positions would be launched.
Kitakura Mandu is still rational.
The Japanese vanguard team, who was hit by countless gravels in the sky, was absolutely desperate when they saw their troops retreating wildly.
From this moment on, they had no support, no firepower, no solid hidden objects, and nothing except their own excellent tactical execution.
And their opponent, the Chinese, seems to have everything.
This is such a dark humor!
"Oh! The Japanese can't run away!"
"Haha, the dog god is dead!"
"Brothers, do theirs!"
No matter who doesn’t understand military affairs, you can see the situation in front of you!
More than a hundred meters away, many Chinese people lying on the ground were smashed by gravel, but they smiled extremely happily.
Chapter completed!