"I've never wanted to kill people with explosives that I made, and in my eyes, making explosives and studying various blasting techniques is an art that can make people feel good. As for the [***] guerrillas, Xie Jinyuan's wife, and the bandits who slaughtered the villagers, these things have nothing to do with me. ”

Zhao Dawen stared quietly into the distance, in the silver moonlight, he could already see the faint silhouette of those horse bandits passing by, leaving a faint silhouette in the air, he said softly in his heart: "However, Brother Lei Zhen put the battlefield on the west side and his flank into my hands safely, in order to believe in my Brother Lei Zhen, in order to let every brother leave this small mountain village alive, please rest in peace!" ”

What Zhao Dawen God carefully prepared for this group of horse bandits was not a landmine. Although the [***] guerrilla team members said that they often used the pleasure of mine warfare, Zhao Dawenshen did not adopt this method. The use of match skins to make detonating devices, as well as the stunned so-called hair mines, these things can be used in theory, but their safety surnames, and the probability of them playing their due role in actual combat, are far from meeting the requirements of Zhao Dawen.

And no matter who knows clearly, in the face of a group of horse bandits who come and go like the wind, as long as there is a slight mistake, they will watch them drive straight in. Once they were allowed to storm into the small mountain village, in the face of this menacing force, the villagers who had barely gathered together would be overly frightened.

The god of landmines Zhao Da Plague can't play with it, and he doesn't have the time and enough materials to make so many mines, and it is impossible to set up some deadly mines all of a sudden. But Zhao Da Plague God can play with firecrackers, don't forget that when he was six years old, he dared to throw the lit marijuana thunderbolt into Luo Sanpao's bed.

So what Zhao Da Plague God prepared is firecrackers, if you think that this word is too gentle, too imposing, and there is really no way to match this person in the wind in the murderous battlefield that is imminent, you can also call the things carefully prepared by Zhao Da Plague God ...... Artillery!

After Genghis Khan unified China, he used only 20,000 troops to conquer the world, beat more than 100,000 combined troops to flee, and planted his military flag directly on the banks of the blue Danube.

What is the basis of such a force?

It is not only because their soldiers are brave and good at fighting and not afraid of death, not only because of the riding and archery skills that each of their soldiers is proficient in, but also because of the war strategy of their nomads.

In that era, artillery was undoubtedly the most powerful weapon for conquering cities, but the cast iron was at least a few hundred pounds of artillery, which was absolutely unable to adapt to the combat style of the Mongolian cavalry. Therefore, those expeditionary forces, along the way, encountered forests and logs, and made wooden artillery, regardless of the durability of these cannons, and did not care about what kind of artillery would become when they were shot out, as long as they could hit the enemy's walls or positions with the shells stuffed in, it would be considered to have completed its sacred mission.

And these weapons prepared by Zhao Dawen are undoubtedly the most original reproduction of the artillery used by those expeditionary forces in the era of Genghis Khan. The only slight difference is that due to the limited time and the lack of carpenters in the village, Zhao Dawenshen simply chose a batch of bamboos of different thicknesses, and after opening the joints in the middle of them, they were given different missions according to their length and the amount of gunpowder they filled.

It is more than two meters long, and it can shoot "shells" at a distance of one or two hundred meters, which is called a sniper gun. Although this kind of thing is so bad that it has nothing to do with the word "sniper" at all, a cannon blast far away is enough to make those horse bandits break out in a cold sweat and jump for a while.

Tie more than a dozen or 20 bamboo tubes more than one meter long together, and connect them one by one with a fuse like a firefly set off during the festival, and once the fuse is lit, it will be fired in a row.

Dig a pit and bury and camouflage the bomb with dirt and weeds, but at the top of the bamboo tube, a hidden vent must be left. Then light a stick of incense built inside, and when this stick burns to the fuse tied to it, this bamboo tube thunder will explode with a bang.

But this kind of bomb is not a direct explosion, in the words of Zhao Dawenshen, the explosive power of black powder is too small, and the range covered by the projectile body made of bamboo tube after the explosion is too narrow, so this time bomb is an enlarged version of the two kicks, after the first explosion, the volley flies up seven or eight meters high, and then it will explode violently, in the shock wave formed by the explosion, the gravel filled in it, the broken iron pot pieces, and the iron nails dug out from the gate of the village chief's house are poured out. Condescendingly, perform an indiscriminate coverage attack on all targets within a radius of 10 meters. So, this kind of bomb, or artillery, should be called a two-kick timing mortar!

Seeing these grinding guns, they are fast and bright artillery, even Luo Sanpao and Lei Zhen must admit that Zhao Da Plague God is really a fucking "plague god" level blasting expert who is self-taught and can create all kinds of sideways by himself in the field of blasting.

But what amazed Lei Zhen and Luo Sanpao the most was a mine that Zhao Dawen God had invested a lot of time and carefully created.

Whether it is Lei Zhen or Luo Sanpao, they dare to bet with anyone in this world that this mine is definitely a unique and unique work that has survived in the future. And they also have every reason to believe that this kind of mine, which has a strange style and strange effect, has not been made before, and will not be made again!

Because the outer pot of this mine is not satisfied with the iron nails that Zhao Dawen dug down the gate of the village chief's house, and continued to turn around in the village chief's house, he found a handful of unique shapes from under the village chief's kang and could really be called the reading power of the golden rooster from afar, and the horses lifting their hooves up close, and the polio was seen in detail...... Chamber pot!

This is a handful of brass made of the whole body, it is said that it is still the dowry of the village chief's wife, every day when the urine is urgent, it is thrown under the kang when it is used up, if it is urgent, it is pulled out and used again, it has been used for forty years, probably the fishy taste has penetrated into every molecule and particle, God knows if there is a chemical reaction of what kind of brass night pot of vegetarian substances!

Not to mention that the brass nightpot acts as a mine shell, and the explosion is much more powerful, it is estimated that just telling those bandits who were injured by such a nightpot mine and still have more or less shrapnel embedded in their bodies the true situation of this mine, it is enough to disgust more than half of the people.

With the best wishes that the first battle was a decisive battle and a thunderous roar shook the world, Zhao Dawen God put a lot of energy into the only thunder shell in his opponent that was made of metal. He vomited as he filled the nightpot with a large amount of mixed explosives made of TNT and aluminum powder, and put more than two dozen rounds of ammunition into it. Seeing the village chief holding up the dry pipe in his hand, Zhao Dawenshen walked up and couldn't help but say, and snatched the pipe that the village chief had used for more than ten years, in the village chief's inexplicable gaze and subconscious protest, Zhao Dafanshen raised the pipe, slammed it on the table with the most brutal movements, and then removed the brass cigarette bag pot at the front end of the cigarette gun and threw it into the night pot dedicated to the village chief's wife.

Of course, the dozens of rusty door nails dug up from the gate of the village chief's house, Zhao Dawen God also threw them into this night pot mine without pulling them one by one.

…… The horse bandits brought by the second master, no, it should be said that the security cavalry unit recruited by the imperial army, when he galloped wildly with a round of silver moon horses, as the hooves of a war horse stepped on a rope that had been carefully camouflaged and hidden on the mountain path, a bamboo that was bent into a bow by the side of the road and fixed with a rope finally straightened his body again.

In a burst of "bang", "bang" and "bang" branches and leaves, a strange-shaped thing, suddenly thrown up from the bamboo, rolled happily in the air, pulled out a circle of white tail line like a bee dance, condescendingly smashed down the bandits.

In the face of this absolutely unexpected scene, all the bandits subconsciously raised their heads together, and when they stared at their egg-sized eyes, and finally barely saw what that thing was, everyone's faces were really wonderful, and in their hearts, a word that would never be appropriate surged together: "Night pot ......!" ”

To be exact, it's a night pot with a grenade strapped to it, and the grenade safety has been pulled open!

"Boom !!"

Filled with TNT mixed explosives, stuffed with dozens of bullets, dozens of door nails of night pots exploded over the heads of the horse bandits, just as a group of people turned on their backs, a group of chickens and dogs jumped, these bandits did not understand what was going on, on the distant hillside, there was a terrible sound of the roar of the platoon.

Although the power of these platoon guns is limited, although the accuracy of the shots is even more chaotic, and although a considerable number of shells are directly exploded before they are fired, such might, such firepower, and such undulating explosions and shock waves still make the faces of those bandits who have never received regular military training, let alone participated in a real war, turn pale with fright.

And at this time, with an absolutely weird smile on his face, Zhao Da Plague God opened the bamboo cage that he had been holding tightly in his arms. Of course, there will be nothing good in this bamboo cage that is beneficial to physical and mental health and can promote social stability and prosperity.

Seeing those rats running faster and faster, after finding a cave where they could hide, they rushed directly into it, and they no longer crawled out of it after being killed, Luo Sanpao suddenly felt a chill in his body, and when he shrugged his shoulders a little uncomfortably, he was surprised to find that he didn't know when, cold sweat had soaked through his underwear.

Those caves where rats could hide were all dug by Zhao Dawen God in advance, and a large amount of explosives were planted in them. Luo Sanpao was still wondering just now, because he couldn't think of how Zhao Dawen God could detonate the explosives that had been planted there in advance.

But when Luo Sanpao saw that Zhao Dawen God had soaked the tail of each mouse in a white scale solution mixed with fresh water, he finally understood.

White scales are a kind of chemical products that can produce spontaneous combustion in the air, and melting it in water can inhibit combustion. But once the water on the tails of those rats is dried, the white scales will spontaneously combust, directly detonating the explosives planted by Zhao Dawen God in advance.

Luo Sanpao never thought that in this world, bombs can be fucking played like this! Of course, Zhao Dawen God also fully considered the potential that he possessed as a sharpshooter, so he buried a batch of clay pots filled in the temporary firing on the position in advance, that is, clay pot mines without detonation devices and fuses, and next to each mine, a cigarette-thick incense stick was inserted.

When the mountain breeze blows, the incense sticks the size of soybeans become bright and dark, and they look quite a bit of star light. Although the distance was a little far, although the firelight was a little too small, Luo Sanpao was lying on the hillside condescendingly, and with the help of a sniper scope on the rifle, it was enough to capture the exact location of the clay pot mine with the help of the dark red incense sticks dotted with the dots.

You must know that this is the basic skill that the core members of the Green Gang must have.

The predecessor of their Qing Gang was the Cao Gang, and the original intention of establishing this gang was to transport food to the rebel army resisting the Manchu political axe through Cao Yun. Burdened with such a mission, they will of course become a thorn in the side of the political axe, and at any time, they must be prepared to face the encirclement and suppression of the superior forces of the Qing army.

Especially at night, in order to prevent the Qing army from sneaking up at night, the members of the Qing Gang will insert incense sticks every half a foot on the road close to the camp, forming a straight line, and then send brothers with good eyesight to take turns every hour, lurking in dark corners, staring at the row of incense sticks with wide eyes.

As long as the person in charge of the guard has good eyesight and maintains a considerable vigilance, if someone wants to cross this cordon composed of incense sticks, no matter how flexible his movements are, his body will be discovered by the Qinggang disciples on duty at night because he covers the light emitted by the burning of incense sticks, and the alarm will be issued in time.

Since childhood, he has received this kind of eyesight training, coupled with a wealth of experience in night actual combat, so although because of the different lengths of each incense stick, resulting in inevitable errors in shooting, Luo Sanpaillan still maintained a considerable hit rate in the slow shooting, whenever the gunfire rang out on the small hillside, the side of those horse bandits would often explode a cloud of gunsmoke.

By this time, although the sniper battle on the west side of the small mountain village had not officially begun, the victor had already surfaced.

(To be continued)