A few seconds later, the bomb "pierced" on the pillbox suddenly exploded.

The large orange fireball was particularly vivid at night, and the scorching heat of the explosion wave made it painful to feel even from dozens of meters away.

The power of the explosion of more than a dozen kilograms of explosives was enormous, especially the front half of the slender bomb was completely hollow, and it was full of sticky dung filled with soil.

Don't be disgusted, it's not easy to find water on the battlefield. It's even more difficult to make a bomb out of liquid. And this kind of stirred viscous manure is the best material for forming "non-Newtonian liquid".

When the pole in front of the front half of the bomb is struck, the composite body at the warhead will shatter. Add clay and the sticky manure will flow out.

When it spreads out into a large lump, the fifteen kilograms of explosives in the back half of the load will explode.

The "non-Newtonian liquid" that has been impacted will instantly become extremely hard, faithfully transmitting the shock wave given by fifteen kilograms of explosives to the bunker without reservation.

The sturdy machine-gun bunkers built by the Japanese were only a large crater after the explosion.

As mentioned earlier, the Japanese were very capable of building bunkers. In the bloody battle of Tarawa Island in the future Pacific War, the Japanese used thick coral sand-covered pillboxes, many of which withstood the heavy artillery bombardment of the Eagle Sauce Navy.

When amphibious combat vehicles filled with American troops landed, they were heavily killed and wounded by those pillboxes.

The reason why it withstood the heavy artillery bombardment was that the air wave of the heavy artillery explosion was attracted by the coral sand.

But under the explosion of this bomb with half a tank of dung in the paratrooper school, because of the presence of non-Newtonian liquid, the power of the explosion was faithfully transmitted to the pillbox below.

Neither reinforced concrete fortifications nor civil fortifications can be defended against such dung bombs.

Encountering the former will result in an armor-piercing bullet, and even if the bunker withstands the explosion, the cement blocks that collapse inside will kill everyone in the bunker. And the civil bunkers will be directly blown to pieces, and then the people inside will be crushed into pulp at the bottom of the crater.

Looking at such a bomb, Gao Zhisong couldn't remember how to describe it or sigh with half his mouth open, and it took a while to think:

If the Air Force of the Guo Army had such a bomb, then how dare the Japanese be so rampant.

In the rumbling sound, the barbed wire fence and minefield in front of the Japanese position were instantly opened up one after another......

"Stormtroopers"

shouted behind him, and Gao Zhisong straightened up.

The bullets fired at him made a rattling sound, some like bugs, others making a loud sound burrowing into the flesh.

Subconsciously, Gao Zhisong's hand covered the abdomen that had just been hit hard.

At this time, the trumpet sounded, and the soldiers, inspired by the previous joyful victory, rushed out with the sound of the trumpet.

He was relieved to see that none of his soldiers were afraid of bullets that were constantly flying. They stooped down to death, at the stronghold in front of them, which was full of enemy troops.

The pain of finally being hit by a bullet came, like a fiery soldering iron seared there. At the same time, his steps were vague, and he could no longer support his body. Gao Zhisong's mountain-like body fell backwards.

"Brigade seat, wounded, paramedics...... Medics ......"

Faintly, Gao Zhisong could hear his guards shouting, and the pain in his abdomen suddenly intensified, and the soldier stuck a cigarette in his mouth.

It was a cigarette with a big cigarette added to it, and he knew it perfectly. As a soldier, you should not be exposed to things that would be mentally depressed. However, the troops did not have enough anesthetics, and many soldiers would quietly prepare a few cigarettes filled with opium.

Me, am I going to faint...... No, I can't fall...... I just fought the best battle since I joined the army.

Those who can be promoted to generals at this moment have a rich life and military career. At the age of thirty-nine, he also participated in the Northern Expedition with enthusiasm when he was young.

In addition to the Northern Expedition, this battle was fought happily tonight.

If we had had such a sharp weapon to open up passages in barbed wire and minefields on the battlefield in Songhu, how many fewer people would have died. The veterans of the 88th Division were defeated in half of them on the Songhu battlefield. Defend Jinling here, I hope to leave the other half.

The pain in his abdomen seemed to be relieved by the cigarette he inhaled, and Gao Zhisong tried his best to straighten his back.

He could see that the soldiers of the guard battalion had already rushed into the Japanese stronghold, and this time no one was fighting on their own, and the soldiers were more organized than ordinary people.

Those with enough bullets are suppressed in front, and those with enough grenades are throwing grenades at unknown places.

It was a battlefield, a battlefield of blood and fire, and the most glorious battlefield of his life to resist foreign captives.

I, I can't just lie down, I ......

"Brigade, brigade, don't move, the ambulance will be there soon."

These words made Gao Zhisong angry, in the battlefield of resisting the captives, he was just injured, how could he lie here and watch others kill devils.

He wanted to push the guards away, annoyed that he didn't have a look, and he didn't know how to help himself stand up. He wanted to tell all the people in the world that on the battlefield of resisting foreign captives, there was not a single mischief in his soldiers.

But after a few pushes, his weak arm did not push the guard, and he shouted angrily,

"Help me up, you cry a hammer......"

Although his voice was stern, he was roaring with almost all his strength. However, his body was so weak that he couldn't lift up the slightest strength, and his voice was so small that he couldn't hear it clearly.

At that moment, there was a sudden sound of an engine in the sky, and then a huge eagle wing swooped down from the sky and fell to the ground. Even so much so that Zhi Song could hear someone roaring under the huge "eagle wings",

"Hansen, the first team is led by you for the time being, and I have to lead the people of the fruit army to charge...... Don't be crooked, stay in touch. ”

This voice sounded familiar to Gao Zhisong's ears, yes, he was the principal of the young paratrooper school. Their equipment is weird, and their tactics are ingenious.

Now Gao Zhisong still remembers that he once said that if the defense of Jinling is over, he will go to the paratrooper school, even if it is only a cadet.

"Principal Zhang, come and see our brigade."

Zhang Sixing, who approached, was quickly recognized, to be honest, although his equipment was very well concealed, he looked like a werewolf at night, and his recognition was still quite high.

After just one glance, the gauze that the guards pressed on Gao Zhisong's abdomen, which had been completely soaked in blood, Zhang Sixing knew that he was afraid that some internal organs had been broken, and it was not the gauze that the guards covered his abdomen, I am afraid that he would have died a long time ago.

Reached out and took out his morphine and pricked Gao Zhisong with a needle. Then a handful of guards dragged Gao Zhisong over, and commanded word by word in his ear,

"Carry your brigade seat on your back, and send people back to the main position at once...... Leave it to your deputy brigade commander, and go. ”

"Don't, I ......"

Gao Zhisong on the occasion of his death waited to speak, Zhang Sixing lowered his head and said solemnly,

"Brigade Commander Gao, don't worry about your injuries, I will continue to fight with your soldiers, don't worry."