Rise From Eight Hundred

Chapter 48 Black Humor

It's not that he saw at least one infantry squad under his command being buried in the ruins just in the area of ​​the fan shock wave. The Japanese Major howled like a pig.

As for being buried, it’s true that others may still be worried about being buried, but for the Japanese, it’s really not that scary.

 Looking around the world, which block of earth’s crust is as active as the main island of Japan?

 What is the taste of hometown? This is. Anyway, it was just a ruin and there were not many heavy objects. The Japanese officers and soldiers who were used to being buried in their hometown were not afraid. Didn't you notice that they didn't say "Mama"?

The Japanese Major was not sad, but was stunned by the extremely tragic scene, and then was 'shocked' by the aftermath of the shock wave. The telescope placed in front of him almost hit the Japanese Major's mouth.

It doesn’t matter if your lips quickly swell into sausages, but having a front tooth broken off is a bit heartbreaking.

Of course, the one who was really heartbroken was Captain Beicang Mandu who was located on the left wing of the battlefield.

 Toyoda Hide lost a tooth and an infantry squad that could be salvaged even though it was buried, but the entire infantry squad in Kitakura Manto was turned into ashes.

Perhaps the only consolation is that he no longer has to work hard to collect the corpse. The super big explosion that blew up the entire building into a blooming flower helped the Japanese army complete death and all the processes after death.

The surrounding area of ​​several hundred meters around the center of the explosion was so miserable that you could imagine what the center of the explosion was like just by thinking about it.

 “The Chinese must be crazy! Crazy!” Beicang Mandu’s face drained of blood, and he muttered to himself in despair.

 “Aren’t they afraid that Westerners will cause trouble?”

In fact, except for himself who knew he was speaking, most of the Japanese troops in the field headquarters could no longer hear their commander's voice.

　　　It was not that he was killed by a bomb.

 If the distance is more than 300 meters, and there are buildings as shields, death is definitely not possible.

It’s just that the loud noise produced by the explosion was so loud that it caught them off guard. At least more than a quarter of the Japanese soldiers here had two thin red lines flowing out of their ears.

 That is the phenomenon of eardrums being shattered.

Even if my eardrums are thicker than my face, they are still buzzing and I feel like I am the whole world.

As for the Japanese captain worrying about the Chinese army, really, there is no need to do so.

He must have never heard of the old Chinese saying: Those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes, and those who are crazy are not afraid of those who risk their lives.

The strategic goal of the lone army trapped in a corner is to defend the last position in Songhu with their lives. Even if they don't have to lose their lives, what else can't be lost?

As for Westerners, if you want to protest against them, hehe, go and complain to King Yama! The brothers were drinking tea and playing mahjong below, waiting for them.

The Japanese captain may not understand that this battle, from the beginning, was a battle of a group of lunatics.

There are only 400 of them, and their strongest firepower is only two machine guns. What they have to face is hundreds of thousands of Japanese troops with naval guns and aircraft. If they are not crazy, how can they hurt their opponents?

 Yes, those people never thought about winning any battle. For such a group of lunatics, beating the Japanese sorely was a victory.

 Now, the Japanese army is in great pain.

The highest-ranking Army Major, Toyoda Hide, has lost his front teeth. The once-smug Japanese captain's face has a color that matches the makeup applied by his favorite Kyoto geisha, making him look like an imitation show.

 In fact, not to mention that the opponent Beicang Man was almost destroyed, even the instigator himself was a little dumbfounded.

Lei Xiong on the roof had already jumped out of the cannon seat and huddled into a simple anti-gunnery fortification that had been built with logs and steel plates before the signal alert was issued by the signal troops downstairs. However, he was still shaken to the point of dizziness. Take a bite of sand.

When the gravel in the sky was almost falling, he stuck his head out and looked into the distance, and couldn't help but grinned: "Hey Ri Xiliang! Did this guy Tang Dao put all our explosives over there? ?”

If there weren’t a lot of explosives, how could it blow up a whole building in one blast?

As far as the eye can see, the original four-story building has disappeared, leaving only a pile of reinforced concrete and countless rubble piled in place, like a huge tomb.

The explosive energy of a mere 500 kilograms of explosives is naturally not enough to completely blow up a building. The collapse is already the limit. However, the little butterfly from the future has blasting technology that is nearly a hundred years ahead of this era. Support columns, main load-bearing walls, etc. The amount of explosives at key points has been strictly calculated. The power of the energy flow formed by the energy accumulation of 1+N explosive points is actually far greater than the destructive power that 500 kilograms of explosives can create by themselves.

Rather than saying that the building was blown up, it was more like the entire building was blown down, but the collapse was exaggerated. The original four floors now only have about one floor, so it gave the illusion of being blown up.

If we put it in the future, it won’t be that big of a deal, it will just be a demolition and demolition.

"Burning life can only turn into cold ashes!" Tang Dao became more artistic again, looking at his masterpiece and recited a poem.

 “Brother Shanzi, what do you mean by the officer?” Niu Er, who even had difficulty writing his own word “二”, didn’t understand at all and could only ask Yang Xiaoshan for advice.

“Probably, after people are burned, only ashes remain!” Yang Xiaoshan held it in for a long time and explained it with realism.

"What are you two beeping about! You can only guess at the commander's talent? Hurry up and get into the fighting position. The Japs are going to dig people out of the rubble. Our job is here." The veteran oil man over there was excited. His nose was red as he greeted his two younger brothers.

 The medium-sized rifle in the hand of veteran Youzi had an extra scope, which Tang Dao threw to him after Niu Er Niubi coaxed and frightened everyone.

Although Yang Xiaoshan has potential, he is currently far inferior to Li Jiujin in shooting. Tang Dao simply threw him another scope from the telescope that was ground by battalion commander Yang Ruifu.

The two cold guns have their own dedicated fighting positions on the third floor, and Yang Xiaoshan continues to be his little apprentice. It doesn't matter whether he can snipe the Japanese army from a long distance, Fan'er must first have it.

Tang Dao recited a poem in a literary and artistic manner, but the Japanese army was in a really miserable world.

After discovering that his 2nd Infantry Squadron had disappeared along with the building that could suppress the opponent's firepower, Beicang Mandu gave the signal for the entire army to retreat with a look of despair.

 An infantry squad of more than 50 people has been wiped out, and he cannot bear any more losses.

At least, he has to keep the heavy machine gun squad and the infantry artillery squad assigned to him by the brigade. As for the 1st Infantry Squad, which is still fifty meters in front of the Chinese fire net, it depends on how fast they run.

 Yes, the more than thirty survivors of the Japanese vanguard were destined to be strategically abandoned.

If Beicang Mandu is still stubborn and refuses to let go, the four mortars that just hid downstairs will be deployed in 2 minutes and carry out a key attack on the heavy machine gun position of the Japanese left wing position.

Beicang Mandu is quite sane.

The Japanese forward team, which was smashed by countless rubbles from the sky, was absolutely desperate when they saw their own troops retreating frantically.

From this moment on, they have no backup troops, no fire support, no solid cover, and except for their own excellent tactical execution, they have nothing.

 And their opponents, the Chinese, seem to have everything.

This is really a black humor!

 “Oh ho! The devil can’t escape!”

 “Haha, Gou Ri is dead!”

 “Brothers, do what they do!”

  . . . . . .

No matter how ignorant people are about military affairs, they can still clearly see the situation in front of them!

More than a hundred meters away, many Chinese people were lying on the ground with bruises and bruises from the rubble, but they were laughing very heartily.

 The shouting was also loud as the mountains.

 (End of this chapter)