The next morning, in a valley less than 50 kilometers from Benasque, two BMW motorcycles sped in. Wagsy jumped out of the car with a submachine gun on his back and shouted at the cave next to the valley: "Tony, he's coming!" Ready to get started? A loud voice shook the originally silent valley, and Liu Xianghui and ten guerrillas who were ambushed here hurriedly came out of the cave.

"Do you see clearly?"

"Of course, I saw it with my own eyes!" Wagersie, whose eyes were bloodshot because he had taken too many drugs, was even more excited than Liu Xianghui, brandishing a submachine gun: "The convoy has already headed for Benasque, and it will be there in half an hour at most!" ”

"Great! This Nazi executioner has finally arrived. ”

"God is helping us."

When Franco heard that Franco had finally arrived, the guerrillas who had been waiting for a long time became excited. Liu Xianghui was even more excited than them, and hurriedly commanded everyone: "Then let's start!" Don't be stunned, pull things out, we're going to do something big! Under his command, Wagsi and the partisans immediately cleared the haystack in the valley, and under the haystack were three small wooden French Bazin gliders. In front of each plane, a dilapidated truck is parked.

"Load the bomb and hang the leash."

"Cassie, go check the truck, don't let our little one have a problem."

During the shouting, Liu Xianghui and everyone first inspected two old British 7.7mm Lewis machine guns installed in the nose, and then moved three earthen bombs weighing 400 kg out and stuffed them into the engine room. The bombs were all made by his own hands, filled with yellow explosives, no less powerful than military ones, and stuffed with many rusty iron nails. Finally, he also stuffed several 10-liter gasoline drums into the bomb to increase the combustion power after the explosion. After hanging the leash and pushing the plane to the slope of the valley, the three pilots trained during the Civil War were about to get on the plane, as if remembering something, he grabbed them and shouted at Wagshe, "General, wait for me." ”

"What's wrong?"

"Wait." Liu Xianghui pretended to smile mysteriously, returned to the cave, and took out a bottle of treasured Russian vodka and a dozen quilts. After pouring the wine, he saw that there was no one left and right, and immediately took out the special psychedelic potion that he carried close to him, sprinkled it into the cup, and then he staggered out with the tray. "Comrades! According to our Chinese custom, we should have a toast first, and wish it well! ”

"Okay, let's have a toast, for Greater Catalonia!"

"For Greater Catalonia!"

The crowd shouted slogans and fell away. After Liu Xianghui finished drinking, he also took the opportunity to walk up to the three pilots, held their hands tightly, and shouted hoarsely: "Comrades, for the greater Cataloa!" Don't be afraid! Rush down when you see your target! Rush down! For victory! Rush down and kill him! He repeated these words, looking into the eyes of the three people, full of affection. Such a performance made the partisans all look in reverence, and what a noble international spirit it is for a stranger to be born and die for the dream of greater Catalonia. But how do they know, in fact, these suggestive words are a means of stimulation, and when the pilot sees the target, under the action of the strong medicine, he will forget about life and death, and rush to the target desperately!

"Alright, let's take off! The people will thank you! Seeing that the three pilots were so excited by themselves that their faces were hot, Liu Xianghui turned his head, sat in the cab of a truck himself, and then smiled slyly. Towed by trucks, the three gliders quickly detached themselves from the surface along the slope and flew silently towards the small town of Benasque through the undulating valley. "General, it's time for us to go." Until the plane disappeared behind the valley, Liu Xianghui drove back to the same place. After jumping out of the car, he was unusually unhurried, took out a cloth bag from his pocket, and stuffed all the wine glasses and bottles he had just made into it. Several guerrillas were curious, and Wagsi even walked up and patted him on the shoulder: "Tony, don't be so small!" ”

Before he finished speaking, a crisp gunshot exploded from everyone's ears. Before the guerrillas could even react, they saw Wagsi's head explode violently, as if he had been bitten off by something, and blood gushed out of his neck. Without waiting for them to react, the sound of 12.7mm sniper rifles rang out continuously. But the strange thing is that seeing the eight guerrillas around him fall one by one, Liu Xianghui packed his bags and put them into a cloth bag as if he was nothing, and then slowly pulled out his pistol and aimed it at the guerrillas who were not yet dead.

"You." A partisan who did not die widened his eyes, but his voice froze as soon as it reached his throat. I saw that in the woods behind Liu Xianghui, seven or eight figures with brown and green bodies hanging all over their bodies, almost covering their entire faces like devils, slowly emerged. He swore that he had never seen a sniper dressed in such "tatters" and so well disguised. Who are they? When this thought came to mind, the muzzle of a black hole appeared in his head. "Let's go!" Liu Xianghui looked at him, slowly closed his eyes, and pulled the trigger with his fingers without any mercy.

"Brother Liu, what now?" After the hunters confirmed that no one had survived, the captain walked up to him and handed him a cigarette. "Help me move them to the haystack." Liu Xianghui didn't say much, and asked the hunters to help move all the corpses to the haystack, and after pouring gasoline, he took out the lighter, slowly squatted beside it, and said something in his mouth.

"Brother, what are you doing here?" The hunters don't know what to do. Liu Xianghui looked at them, lit a cigarette, silently looked at the corpses of Wagshe and others burning in the flames, and took a deep breath: "It's nothing, just miss the last Sutra of Death and send them away." ”

"Hehe, you still have the mind to chant the scriptures, why don't you want to think about whether the glider can succeed?"

"What does it matter if it doesn't work out or not? All they need is an excuse. Liu Xianghui knew very well how powerful the bomb he had deployed was, as long as the pilot could rush within 20 meters, even if he hid in an armored car, it would be difficult to escape. So he still recited a scripture quickly, only then did he spit out the last smoke ring, staggered to his feet as if drunk, and finally glanced at the snow-capped peaks in the distance, and said with a smile: "I also drank some medicine to deceive them just now, and now I can't hold it anymore." Wait until you stun me, so that you don't make a mistake. Hehe, if it's okay, don't wake me up halfway I forgot how many years I have been out, and now I want to wake up and be at home. ”

The hunters listened quietly and did not speak. Compared with the thrilling fact that they walk on the brink of life and death every day, these intelligence agents who are silently lurking around the world are the real national heroes! "Let's go." Seeing that Liu Xianghui's face was getting redder and redder, and his eyes were gradually manic, the captain of the hunter slashed at the back of his neck with a palm, knocked him unconscious, and waved his hand on his shoulder. While the hunter squad quickly disappeared into the treacherous Pyrenees, in Benasque, a well-protected armored convoy arrived at the town along the river.

"I hope they don't disappoint the Führer again." Looking at the convoy, Ribbentrop on the balcony let out a sneer on the corner of his mouth, picked up his coat and walked downstairs.

Time froze in this instant!

As soon as Ribbentrop walked out of the hotel, Sunel had already opened the car door, and half of Franco's body leaned out of the armored car, smiling at the German Foreign Minister in the distance opposite, and opened his arms as if to give a warm hug.

"Whose plane is that?!"

Because the glider was silent and surrounded by forests and cliffs, the guards did not spot the plane until the first glider suddenly jumped out of the valley. "Whose plane is that?" Spanish strongman, Franco, who has many years of war experience, immediately realized that something was wrong! Just as he was about to turn around and get back into the armored car, two Lewis machine guns in the nose of the glider had already swept over. "Da-da-da-da." The dense 7.7mm bullets hit the armored car, hitting the steel plate and causing countless sparks, which also frightened the guards and dragged Franco and Sunel to the nearby post office. Ribbentrop was also completely stunned, and even when the German soldiers pushed him to the ground, their eyes remained on Franco's back.

Seeing that Franco was about to burrow into the sturdy bluestone house of the post office, and that the Catalan separatists, who were already fanatical, were poured with a lot of special drugs, the only thing left in the pilot's mind was Liu Xianghui's voice, "Rush down!" Rush down! Wild shouts.

"For Greater Catalonia!" In a frenzied shout, Ribbentrop's serious glider continued to zoom in, and finally crashed headlong into Franco's back!

"Boom." A huge fireball rose from the glider, and Franco, who had just been surrounded by soldiers and rushed into the gate of the post office, suddenly felt a heat behind him, and his whole body flew up. Before everyone could figure out his life and death, two more gliders rushed over and slammed into the post office again. Boom! After two loud bangs, the small post office built of sturdy bluestone was worse than a straw house, and it collapsed in an instant.

"He's dead, isn't he?"

The suicidal impact of the glider stunned Ribbentrop and the German negotiating delegation.

"This is it."

In Ningbo Fuhua Machinery Factory, workers operate more than a dozen small stamping machines, stamping the thick iron sheet into two "butterfly wings" of different thicknesses, the middle was cylindrical, and there are hollow iron sheets on the "wings". After stamping, the iron sheet is thrown into a basket next to it, and then sent to the paint booth, and when the iron sheet is taken out, it has already taken on a dark brown color like earth. The women assembled the dried pieces of iron and bolts produced by other factories into palm-sized iron butterflies, poured packets of ready-made, viscous liquid explosives into the raised core in the middle, and finally gently installed the spring pressure fuse produced by the Nanjing Navy Factory with tweezers, and finally sealed the ends of the core with nuts and inserted it into a long wooden box separated by layers of partitions.

"Look, Marshal." Xu Huansheng took out a palm-sized finished product from the partition, placed it in the palm of his hand, and introduced it to Yue Peng, Bingwen and other military and political officials who had come to inspect the preparations for the Ryukyu landing: "This is the butterfly mine we will drop into Japan next. The cylinder in the middle is the detonation chamber, and on the two "wings" thick side is the explosive chamber, which contains 15 grams of liquid explosives. On the thin side is the stabilizer wing, which is only one millimeter thick, and the hollowed-out part in the middle will pass through the airflow after the aircraft is launched, which plays a role in balancing the flight and slowing down the landing impact. Don't look at it small, it weighs only 65 grams, but it has a great effect! Look, this is the explosion control bolt, after turning around before the launch, as long as there is a pressure of ten kilograms, the liquid explosive in the explosive cavity will be squeezed from the small hole inside to the detonation cavity, release the firing needle hehe, even if it can't be blown up, nine out of nine will blow up the leg! ”

"Hiss!"

After Xu Huansheng finished his introduction, there was a sudden sound of inhalation around him, and Yue Peng personally picked up a butterfly thunder that was not loaded with explosives, and asked while looking at it: "This thing is good, how are you going to use it?" ”

"April and May are the farming season in Japan, so we prepare to set out at night and spread it low on Japan's rice paddies and mountain trails. The colors are specially adapted to the Japanese soil and mountains, so it is difficult to spot if you are not careful. We have also developed a special sub-mother spreader to hold it, and the mother bomb is loaded with 50 "bullets" and 60 mines in the bullets, so that one H-7 can carry about 20,000 mines. According to the average of 15 to 20 per mu, a bomb seven can be sown 1,000 acres. The spreader is simple and can be mounted on a fighter jet or transport aircraft. Xu Huansheng put down the butterfly thunder and continued: "The Ministry of Intelligence has calculated that although there are about 50 million mu of arable farmland and forests in Japan, there are not many high-yield paddy fields, so our goal is these high-yield paddy fields!" Combined with other means, it is expected that Japan's grain production will be reduced by at least 20% by the summer! Combined with the means of aviation mines and submarine blockades, Japan will have a serious food shortage by the summer. ”

Bingwen quickly calculated it and said, "Twenty percent, at least tens of millions, it costs a lot, right?" ”

"Hehe, Commander, don't worry." Xu Huansheng said with a smile: "The butterfly thunder is simple to make, the cost is very low, the total is about two yuan a piece, and skilled workers assemble hundreds or thousands of them in a day." For example, this factory was opened after the president proposed a plan for 100,000 small factories at the end of last year, and now there are only more than 100 ordinary workers, and with a little training, they can produce 100,000 per month! At present, there are about 200 factories of this size that manufacture butterfly mines in the country, with a monthly output of 3.5 million. With the addition of the previous reserves, we now have 20 million in stock. ”

"Good fellow, twenty million! Even if a thousand mines blow up a leg, it will be the death or injury of 20,000 laborers! ”

"Huh." Xu Huansheng smiled and didn't answer. In fact, if it is released at night, the 20,000 dead and injured in the busy agricultural season without protection is far more than that. Although this is nothing compared to napalm, the psychological stress and panic it causes are not small at all. As long as we do not ensure that all the mines are cleared in one day, I am afraid that no one will dare to go into the fields and cultivate them.

"Sa! Sprinkle as early as possible. Yue Peng is not a kind-hearted person, he immediately realized the value of this butterfly mine, and said categorically: "If the bomber is insufficient, let the transport plane go, and be sure to take advantage of this busy farming season to scatter more." ”

"Yes."

"I'll take you to the airport to see the Zimu spreader factory, it's not far from here." Xu Huansheng nodded, and just as he was about to take everyone to continue to visit the spreader manufacturing factory, Yue Peng's secretary walked over quickly.

"Marshal, an urgent telegram from the General Staff. Spanish Prime Minister Franco is dead! ”

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