Chapter 107: Just Beginning to Practice

"Flying kites in a war, I have never seen it, Chief Zhang is fighting...... Fool it all. ”

As the dozens of teenagers who were singled out were in the southernmost part of the Sixing Warehouse Building, holding their wheels and starting to fly kites tied to various attack objects, the battlefield was a grand sight for a while.

Dozens of kites of various sizes were released from the rooftops of the four rows of warehouses at different speeds and in different positions.

This not only attracted the attention of the Japanese army, but also attracted the attention of the people on the other side of the Suzhou Creek and the people who flew over the air in a news airship.

"What are they doing?"

"Fly a kite, fly a kite on the battlefield and play."

Soon the reporters had the headline of their first story – "Not doing their job or having ulterior motives."

Although the Japanese Marines had been bombed by kites, they did not take these kites seriously in their hearts, after all, they were not accurate.

Besides, even if they knew that they had malicious intentions, would they still dare to bombard them with artillery?

Perhaps a shell went over the roof of the building and landed on the gas bag in the concession......

Then it's not a question of the warring parties, it's an international event. At least the Japanese government is not going to be targeted in public.

The machine guns and grenadiers in the firepower base had almost lost their chance to exert their power at this time, and the would-be snipers who had learned the division of the scope from Zhang Sixing were more rapid and accurate in attacking at relatively close range.

Only a short time after the resumption of the battle, the machine guns and grenadiers of the three fire bases were suppressed and could not raise their heads.

At this time, it was the turn of the people on the building to exert their strength, and someone carried a heavy machine gun up the roof of the building and swept at the Japanese marines who were rushing down the trench system to the building.

Not only the machine gunners, but also the shepherd artillery team seemed to be much more accurate and more frequent than the last time the Japanese attacked.

The actual reason is simple, when people are stressed, they can play a higher work efficiency. Flying a kite on the battlefield, is there anything more decompressive than this?

Dozens of kites in the sky, at this time slowly approaching the artillery positions of the Japanese marines.

Eight hundred and thirty-seven meters is the length of all the kite strings, and the boy's task is to keep an eye on the kite and release it, and then wait for the charcoal strip on it to burn the thin line, and the grenade can be reeled.

At this time, I have to talk about the contribution of the miscellaneous barracks, don't look at the only a few hundred people, there are really all kinds of people. Some people use wood and bamboo to make a spinning wheel-like take-up.

It is able to quickly retract the kite after dropping a grenade for the next turn.

Large and small delta-wing kites, blowing in the south wind, swayed in the sky and flew towards the Japanese artillery positions.

Neither the reporters on the airship nor the Japanese Marines on the ground saw the children's gadgets as any real threat.

But when the kite was flown over the artillery position by the teenagers, the situation became a little bad.

Some teenagers stopped putting the string, and as a result, the kite grew taller and the distance shorter.

There was a teenager who kept pulling the kite on the tow line, but the kite began to deviate and I don't know how he did it.

Anyway, when the kite reached the Japanese artillery position, it was at different heights, at different distances, swaying from side to side, and God knows where the falling grenades would fall.

The Japanese soldiers on the ground, who didn't take these kites seriously, couldn't help but be worried at this time.

Because these kites are not located in the open space of the artillery position, as in the first kite, they can float overhead.

At this moment, strings of grenades were thrown down from the skylight.

There are not only cannonballs of grenadiers, but also captured Japanese-style grenades, of course, more Chinese Gong-style grenades, and even larger delta-wing kites, which are directly hung with steel helmets.

The method of throwing it is not difficult, the charcoal strip burns the rope that binds the grenade, and the gravitational acceleration when it falls, it pulls the lead tied to the kite.

As for the steel helmet mine, it is simpler, directly behind the steel helmet mine hangs a small parachute. After falling twenty meters, the attached thin wire pulled the parachute open, and the huge force immediately pulled the grenade inside.

Then the parachute with the steel helmet thunder floated up indiscriminately in the skylight, anyway, the neighborhood was all Japanese territory, and the bombing was not a bombing.

The kite, which was loaded with Japanese-style grenadier ammunition, dropped like a mortar when it hit the ground.

Hand grenades that fall to the ground are often exploded in the air and jumped on the ground because of different heights. It was enough to worry the gunners, and the guys jumped on the ammunition box and exploded.

The most odious was the steel helmet mine, which exploded in a place hanging more than a dozen meters away. Shrapnel and dung sprayed the Japanese Marine Corps artillery below like rain.

Even if they were lucky not to be killed, the Japanese marines, who were sprayed with stool, still bent over in the stench and made a "vomit click" vomit sound.

This is called not dying in the explosion, but also disgusting to death.

Lu Feizhang, who was accustomed to guerrilla warfare, looked at everything in front of him, and couldn't help but have a lot of whimsical ideas in his head.

For example, attacking strongholds and military camps are all good means.

Bamboo is not hard to find in the mountains, and cloth is not hard to find.

I'm afraid of being shot during the day, and I fly at night.

Just find the upper hand, fly a big kite and drop a bag of 10 or 5 kilograms of explosives...... It's more powerful than an airplane.

As for hitting down, a broken kite may not be as expensive as a bullet. It is thought that explosives are expensive, and the one nitrate, two sulfur, and three charcoal left by the ancestors are the same as soil in the mountains, and they are also worthless.

Even if you don't use gunpowder or explosives, you can spray dung from the top of your head, and the people below can't stand it.

If the stronghold and military camp were sprayed with feces for half a month, the people in the stronghold and barracks would be infected with cholera.

If you don't say that the creativity of the masses of the people is endless, you tell him one, and he can come up with ten.

With each wave of kites arriving at such an explosion, the artillery positions of the Japanese marines immediately became chaotic.

After all, the kite is not a bomber, and there are still traces of the bomber's bomb landing, a bunch of things thrown from the dangling kite...... Hehe......

What made them feel terrible was that after the kites threw down a hundred or so messy things together, they quickly retracted them.

-groove, this is so bad that people are endless, dare to love them and throw them down.

The Japanese soldiers, who were sprayed with dung all over their faces, became angry, picked up their rifles and machine guns, and shot at the kites in the sky.

Fire suppression, fart fire suppression, first knock down the thing that sprays dung down.

It's a pity that a few kites didn't come down, and a gust of wind blew up and a large number of kites flew out on the top of the four rows of warehouses, which looked like one or two hundred.

How to fight this, isn't there a shortage of materials for making kites in the Sixing warehouse?

Of course, there is no shortage, bamboo is an export material, there are dozens of bundles of 100 bundles, and the string of Napi shoes is an imported means of production, and it is hundreds of boxes waiting to be used.

As for poop or something......

The abuse of them has only just begun.