Chapter 47 Black Humor

It’s not that the Japanese major howled like a pig when he saw at least one of his infantry squads buried in the ruins in the area of ​​the fan-shaped shock wave.

Regarding being buried, others might be heartbroken, but for the Japanese, it’s not that scary.

Looking around the world, is there any land whose crustal activity can be compared with that of the main island of Japan?

What is the taste of home? This is it. Anyway, there are not many heavy objects in the ruins, and the Japanese officers and soldiers who are used to being buried in their hometowns are not afraid. Didn’t you see that they didn’t scream?

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 in front of him hit the mouth of the Japanese major.

It doesn’t matter if the lips swell quickly into sausages, but it’s a bit painful to have a big front tooth broken.

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

Toyota Hide lost a tooth and buried a small infantry squad that could still be rescued, but Kitakura Mandu turned an entire infantry squad into ashes.

Perhaps the only consolation is that he does not have to bother to collect the bodies. The super explosion that blew the entire building into a blooming flower helped the Japanese army complete the death and all the processes after death.

The hundreds of meters around the center of the explosion were so miserable that you can imagine what the center of the explosion was like.

"The Chinese must be crazy! Crazy!" Kitakura Mandu's face turned pale and he muttered to himself in despair.

"Aren't they afraid of trouble from the West?"

In fact, except for himself who knew he was talking, most of the Japanese soldiers in the field command could no longer hear the voice of their commander.

They were not killed by the explosion.

The distance was more than 300 meters, and there were buildings as shields, so they would definitely not die.

It was just that the decibel of the explosion was too loud. Caught off guard, at least more than a quarter of the Japanese soldiers here had two thin red lines flowing out of their ears.

That was the phenomenon of eardrums being broken.

Even if the eardrums were thicker than the face, they would still be buzzing at this moment, and I felt like I was the whole world.

As for the Japanese captain's worry about the Chinese army, it was really unnecessary.

He must not have heard of the old Chinese saying: the barefoot are not afraid of the shoes, and the lunatics are not afraid of the desperate...

The strategic goal of the isolated army trapped in a corner is to defend the last position of Songhu with their lives. Even their lives can be sacrificed, so what else can't be lost?

As for the Westerners, if you want to protest to them, haha, go to the King of Hell to complain! Brothers are waiting for them downstairs drinking tea and playing mahjong.

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

They only have 400 people, and their strongest firepower is only two machine guns, and they have to face 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 battles. For such a group of lunatics, if they hurt the Japanese, they would win.

Now, the Japanese army is in great pain.

The highest-ranking Army Major Toyota Hide lost his front teeth. The once ambitious Japanese captain had a face that looked like the color of the makeup applied by his favorite Kyoto geisha, making it look like an imitation show.

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

Lei Xiong on the roof had jumped out of the machine gun seat and shrank into the simple anti-artillery fortifications that had been built with logs and steel plates as soon as the signalman downstairs issued a flag alarm, but he was still dizzy and had a mouthful of sand.

When the rubble in the sky had almost all fallen, he looked out and grinned: "Damn it! Did Tang Dao put all our explosives there?"

If there weren't many explosives, how could a building be blown up in one explosion?

As far as the eye could see, the original four-story building had disappeared, leaving only a pile of reinforced concrete and countless rubble piled in the original 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, and 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, and the amount of explosives at key points such as support columns and main load-bearing walls has been strictly calculated.

The energy flow formed by the energy accumulation of 1+N explosion points is actually far more powerful than the destructive power that 500 kilograms of explosives can create.

Rather than saying that the building was blown away, it is better to say that it was blown down as a whole. It is just that the collapse is exaggerated. The original four-story building is now only about one floor, so it creates the illusion of being blown away.

If it is placed in the future, it is not a big deal, just a blasting and demolition.

"Burning life can only turn into cold ashes!" Tang Dao was literary again, looking at his masterpiece and chanting a poem.

"Brother Shanzi, what does the commander mean?" Niu Er, who even had difficulty writing his own "二", did not understand at all, so he could only ask Yang Xiaoshan for advice.

"Probably, after the person is burned, only ashes are left!" Yang Xiaoshan was silent for a long time and explained it with realism.

"What are you two talking about! How can you guess the commander's talent? Get into your positions quickly. The Japanese are going to dig people out of the ruins. It's time for us to do our job." The old soldier's nose was red with excitement, and he called out to his two younger brothers.

The old soldier had a scope on his Zhongzheng rifle, which was given to him by Tang Dao after Niu Er had shocked everyone with his bragging.

Although Yang Xiaoshan had potential, he was far inferior to Li Jiujin in shooting. Tang Dao simply gave him another scope from the telescope he had sharpened from the battalion commander Yang Ruifu.

The two cold gunners had their own dedicated positions on the third floor, and Yang Xiaoshan continued to be his apprentice. It didn't matter whether he could snipe the Japanese from a long distance, but he had to have style first.

Tang Dao recited a poem with a literary style, but the Japanese were in a miserable world.

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

More than 50 people in an infantry squad have been wiped out, and he can't bear any more losses.

At least, he has to keep the heavy machine gun squad and infantry artillery squad assigned to him by the brigade, and as for the 1st Infantry Squadron, which is still 50 meters in front of the Chinese firepower network, it depends on how fast they run.

Yes, the more than 30 surviving Japanese vanguards are destined to be strategically abandoned.

If Bei Cang Mandu is still stubborn and refuses to let go, the four mortars that have just hidden downstairs will be deployed in 2 minutes and focus on the heavy machine gun positions on the left wing of the Japanese army.

Bei Cang Mandu is still rational.

The Japanese vanguard squad, which was smashed and bleeding by countless rubble in the sky, was absolutely desperate when they saw their own troops retreating frantically.

From this moment on, they had no backup support, no firepower support, no solid cover, and nothing except their own relatively good tactical execution.

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

This is really a black humor!

"Yoho! The devils can't run away!"

"Haha, the bastards are dead!"

"Brothers, let's kill them!"

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Even those who don't understand military affairs can see the situation clearly!

More than a hundred meters away, many Chinese people lying on the ground were bruised and swollen by the rubble, but they laughed very happily.

The shouts were also loud.