Chapter 89 Return to the Ruins

Tang Dao quietly left when Tan Tai Ming Yue was concentrating on talking to an old soldier.

The third squad of the third platoon had been sneaking out of the warehouse for nearly an hour. After searching within a radius of 150 meters from the warehouse, Li Jiujin asked Yang Xiaoshan to bring news that the third squad had not found any Japanese ambush sentries so far.

The Japanese army finally stopped, and Tang Dao got the reconnaissance report he wanted.

So he left with his equipment on his back.

The current battlefield situation is that the Sihang Warehouse is the main defense and the 36th Regiment is the main attack, but it has never been said that the strategic initiative must be in the hands of the attacker.

The Japanese army wanted to wait for dawn, but Tang Dao obviously didn't think so.

His sleep had been interrupted, so the Japanese couldn't sleep well either.

The third squad met Tang Dao about 200 meters away from the warehouse, but Tang Dao was not in a hurry to sneak into the Japanese position. Instead, he spent more than half an hour teaching them how to use the fishing line painted with black paint to lay trip mines in the ruins with the forty long-handled grenades they carried in the dark.

The fishing line was specifically requested by the lieutenant colonel of the army in the telegram. It was naturally the demand list listed by Tang Dao.

The mysterious boss was so powerful that he even equipped Tang Dao with all his whimsical ideas.

The black-dyed fishing line was about 35 centimeters above the ground. Not to mention that those who were not aware of it could not see it, even the initiators had to be careful to avoid accidentally touching it.

That thing involved at least a grenade that could make a person lose arms and legs from three meters away.

Of course, the fishing line that was hard to guard against was not the most important thing about the trip mine.

Rather, the variety of positions for placing grenades opened Li Jiujin's eyes again.

It turned out that grenades could be played like this!

The simplest design of the so-called trip mine is of course that the walker touches the fishing line, and the fishing line pulls the pull ring to detonate the two or three grenades tied together, and five seconds later it becomes a large bomb.

But it is not an instantaneous mine after all, there is a delay. As long as the Japanese infantry is not born with brain hypoxia, they will fall down and dodge when they hear the burning sound of the fuse or see the smoke.

For example, the chain trip mine taught by Tang Dao, a grenade in the corner of the wall may be discovered, but that is not important, as long as you do not run at high speed with your short legs but choose to lie down on the spot, the other two grenades placed in other corners of the wall slightly buried by the soil will kill you.

If you are unfortunate enough to roll to the corner of the wall quickly, you will of course be blown to pieces without any luck, and if you are stupid and know to lie down immediately, hold your head and shout "Amaterasu" for blessing...

Then congratulations, "Amaterasu" is really moved to tears by you, and the grenades waiting for you in the open or in the dark really can't kill you.

But, the brick wall that was blown down will smash you! A steel helmet is a good thing, enough to ensure that those bricks will not smash your brain, but they will definitely smash your shit.

"Sir, what if the Japanese just run forward regardless?"

The communications soldier 'Er Ya', who insisted on following the third squad to learn reconnaissance technology, pointed directly to the core of the problem of the delay shortcoming of grenade-type trip mines.

He was greeted by a row of eyes looking at him as an old-fashioned man.

Under the moonlight, Tang Dao pointed to another fishing line on the road that must be passed not far away in the shadow of the ruins, and explained to Er Ya: "If the Japanese army runs hard, what will be the consequences?"

"They will kick the fishing line!" Er Ya answered honestly.

"Then what!" Tang Dao smiled slightly, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

"He will continue to run!"

"Will he be alone? Or do you think everyone will run all the way like this? Especially when a grenade explodes."

Er Ya was dumbfounded, and he finally understood at this moment.

The purpose of these trip mines is not to kill a specific target.

A Japanese soldier who was frightened by a smoking grenade and rushed around like a mad bull was the real nightmare of the Japanese soldiers in this area.

If it was at night, the green smoke coming out of everywhere would be invisible, which would send most of the Japanese soldiers in this area to hell. And if it was during the day, when you looked around in panic and found that there was green smoke everywhere, your mentality would explode even more, and crawling to the ground would be the best choice.

Of course, a rational commander should shoot the bastard who was still running and causing all these bad consequences.

In other words, from the moment the first fishing line was broken, no matter what the initiator chose, he was basically dead under the arrangement of the chain mines placed by the Tang Dao, and took his companions with him.

As for how many people could be killed, it mainly depends on how many Japanese soldiers unfortunately stepped into this area.

This is just a kind of fancy killing of the Tang Dao, and the shrapnel and shock wave that do not explode with the grenade itself can also kill people.

For example, cluster grenades were buried in a pile of bricks. When the Japanese soldiers who had unfortunately broken their fishing lines came to look at the pile of bricks that were emitting smoke, you can put yourself in their shoes and imagine how you would feel when you saw a pile of bricks exploding like a big firework six or seven meters away.

It was absolutely desperate.

The broken bricks that gained huge kinetic energy from the explosion of explosives were the most deadly. They could accelerate to nearly 100 meters per second in an instant. Not to mention the fragile human body, even a car would be penetrated here. Only the Type 89 tank could show off the strength of its 17mm steel plate here.

In addition, cluster grenades were placed in the load-bearing walls of dilapidated houses, for no other reason than to "demolish the house". The Japanese soldiers who kicked off the fishing line were probably fine, but the Japanese soldiers who didn't understand what was going on would definitely be buried alive by a house that collapsed instantly.

These killing tricks are fine, no matter what, they all rely on explosions, which is the most normal way of death on the battlefield.

The most terrifying thing is the killing device made by Tang Dao.

Watching Tang Dao carefully pour the unknown mixed liquid he brought with him into the glass bottle, even the veteran Li Jiujin couldn't help but be curious.

Of course, subconsciously, the soldiers collectively stayed away from this thing.

After all, it was a weird thing that even monsters like Tang Dao were cautious about.

"Sir, what is this?" Li Jiujin asked for everyone.

"This?" Tang Dao gently shook the unsealed glass bottle in his hand in the moonlight.

The pale yellow liquid in the bottle smelled strong of gasoline without having to bring it to the nose, and there was also a smell of chemical agents mixed in it.

If the soldiers had studied chemistry, they could call this chemical agent by its scientific name - sulfuric acid.

Through the glass, you can also see some black particles that were not dissolved by gasoline, and a semi-solidified solid formed by something unknown.

As Tang Dao gently shook it, the semi-solidified thing kept twisting and changing in the gasoline, like colorful confetti in a kaleidoscope, raising all kinds of strange shapes.

"The main ingredients of the liquid are gasoline and sulfuric acid, the black particles are raw rubber, and the paste-like thing is magnesium powder and white phosphorus." Tang Dao patiently explained to a group of rough guys the raw materials of the device he made.

"Is it an incendiary bomb?" Li Jiujin took a breath.

He didn't know what other materials were used for, but he knew that gasoline mainly burned.

"Almost." Tang Dao nodded, his eyes were extremely cold under the moonlight.

"However, in my hometown, its full name is napalm."