The War of Resistance

The chaotic footsteps of the Japanese army sounded in the big house.

But when the flare fell, the big house suddenly fell silent.

The Japanese army also judged that the Chinese army ambushing them did not have many people. Now it suddenly turned dark. Of course, the Japanese army was also afraid of causing accidental damage by throwing grenades.

The people were still, the footsteps also stopped, and what was still moving in the air was the smoke and dust caused by the explosion accompanied by the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke.

Not far away, in the main direction of the battle, there were still explosions and gunshots, and there was even a huge explosion just now.

In the light of the explosion, countless bricks, stones and earthworks were thrown into the air, as if they were the most tragic fireworks in the world.

The explosion was so violent that it was the power of a cluster grenade explosion.

A Japanese soldier hiding behind the broken wall happened to see this scene. The expression on his face was distorted, and there was a trace of resentment in his eyes.

These Chinese motley crew are so ruthless!

"Boom", another mortar sounded in the distance, and another flare was fired into the sky, this time it rose over the big house again.

With this flare up, the Japanese troops in the big house became busy again.

The Japanese army didn't care whether there was anyone in each room, they just threw the grenades in when they got to the door.

The roof of the big house was incomplete, but the walls were still there, so it was considered a relatively closed space. The Japanese army did not believe that any Chinese soldiers could survive the criss-crossing grenade fragments in a closed space.

"Dang", this is when a Japanese soldier heard the metal collision in the room next to him after throwing the grenade.

Just when he was thinking about what iron object the grenade hit, the explosion sounded again. The Japanese soldier ignored the sound he heard just now and moved forward again.

It sounds complicated, but the process of the Japanese army throwing grenades into various rooms of this big house was very short. The Japanese army and the imperial army couldn't survive the locusts crossing the border!

With the departure of the Japanese troops, this big house that had been bombed beyond recognition finally became quiet again.

The flares rose and fell, the flares rose, and the Japanese army, which had changed from a sneak attack to an open attack, was soon attacked again.

This time, one of their Japanese-style grenades was thrown over. The Japanese soldiers who were advancing in an alley first heard a "dang" sound. When they looked up, they happened to see a grenade hitting the high wall next to them. It bounced up.

But before the Japanese soldiers shouted "Get down", the grenade exploded. The situation was as if the grenade had not been smashed open the fuse before being thrown out, but had been detonated by hitting the wall. .

With a "boom", the grenade exploded in mid-air, just like the grenade fired by the Chinese during the Spring Festival. However, the fragments that were no longer visible to the human eye traveling through the void were released again. Several Japanese soldiers fell.

Being attacked again made the Japanese army nervous. After they fell down, someone threw a grenade forward.

As the saying goes, one step at a time, the progress of this group of Japanese troops was stopped again.

The combat objectives of both the enemy and ourselves cannot be achieved during the day, so let's continue in the dark. As night falls, Taierzhuang does not rest. On the contrary, due to the roundabout penetration of the Japanese army, the fighting becomes more intense tonight, so the Japanese army is no longer stingy. The flares illuminated the night sky in Taierzhuang brightly.

It's just that everything has its exceptions. At this time, it became relatively quiet in a certain big room in a certain big house.

Only half of the roof of this room was lifted off by the day's artillery fire, and it became semi-open air. The glow of the flares was falling from the uncovered area, and the light just shone on a large stove in the center of the room. superior.

The stove is not small. Of course, not small refers to the floor space, not the height. A person is roughly that tall. If the stove is too high, it will be uncomfortable for people to work. This is like chopping vegetables. Cutting boards or vegetable piles are mostly placed at a fixed height.

There was a large iron pot turned upside down on the pot table.

That big iron pot was not ordinary, it was already twenty seals long.

"Seal" is a folk unit of measurement. Different places have different agreements on how much a seal is. It was definitely not decided when Qin Shihuang unified weights and measures. It can be roughly considered that a seal is eight to ten centimeters.

This is just like what ordinary people call a hug or a hug, which is an approximate number.

The reason why this pot is so big is because this family is a big local business, and this is not their kitchen, but their tofu shop.

As far as the current iron-making technology in China is concerned, the pots are made of thick and inferior iron, and the pots are very thick!

There was no way, the smelting process was not up to par, and if it was made thin, there would be blisters on the iron pot, which would cause water leakage. Correspondingly, the profession of pottery was developed.

To be backward is to be backward, at least China is backward in modern industry. When we get here, we should not talk about casting Longquan swords and throwing some hair into them or simply "feeding" the swords with our bodies.

Otherwise, why would the broadsword be so heavy when it was used to chop off the devil's head? Then why pursue weight if it could be made into a sharp blade?

In short, this cauldron is very thick, and because it is very thick, you can imagine its weight.

The big pot was turned over, and it was naturally covered with the black paint-like ash on the bottom of the pot.

But if that's the case, that's it. No matter how thick the cauldron is, it is still not the armor of a Japanese tank vehicle. There are already several holes on it, and with the holes as the center, there are cracks that extend all the way to the edge of the pot.

Those are holes, not blisters caused by workmanship defects. They are the result of the cauldron being punctured by grenade fragments after the Japanese army threw the grenade in.

Theoretically speaking, if there are no human activities, the house will naturally be quiet.

But there are exceptions to everything. There was a table in the corner of the room with some debris piled on it, but one of the legs of the table was broken. If it had only three legs, the table should be able to stand.

However, there happened to be another leg that had also been penetrated by the fragments of the Japanese grenade but was temporarily standing upright. So at a certain moment, the "disabled" table leg could no longer bear the weight of its life. It made a "crash" sound when it was completely broken, the table fell over, and the debris on it fell out.

And just in this "crash" sound, someone suddenly said "Ouch", but the sound came from the mouth of the stove pit of the large stove. There was a black and round head lying down at the mouth of the stove pit. .

When he was getting out of the stove, the table overturned. The "crash" sound startled him, and the result of his movement was that the spoon on the back of his head hit the mouth of the stove. Along the way, how could he not scream?

But at the same time that person hit his head on the stove and made an ouch, the big iron pot that was upside down on the stove suddenly stood up, or to be precise, it was used by another person with a The arm was propped up, and the man's other hand was holding a long box cannon.

The roof of this big house was completely damaged by the bombing, and the floor of the house was completely covered with floating ash. The table that had been dumped and fallen debris naturally stirred up countless floating ash.

Floating dust and non-living things naturally have their own laws. They rise on the ground and eventually fall slowly.

And when the ashes cleared, the scene on the big stove was still the same: a man holding a pot and a gun, and a man sticking his head out of the mouth of the stove pit.

Although both of them are in hiding, just like the Jia Qiaoer (bird) whose feathers were roasted in the fire, the person holding the pot and holding the gun is clearly Shang Zhen, and the other one is naturally Wu Ziqi .