"What are you doing again?"
Huniu had already set her sights on the Dragon Boat Festival. As soon as the Dragon Boat Festival moved, she followed him like a tail.
Dragon Boat Festival was short of manpower and asked: "Have you seen kerosene?"
Huniu said disdainfully: "Who hasn't seen this before? There are quite a few of them on our mountain."
Dragon Boat Festival was speechless, thinking: Just blow it, there are more. Do you think your family owns a kerosene field?
But since Huniu knew each other, it would be great. He and Huniu went to find kerosene separately.
Dragon Boat Festival also didn't expect that the little devil could be so tenacious. He originally thought he could retreat after repelling the Japanese, but the Japanese chariot actually wanted to squeeze in.
Then come in, I will set you on fire.
So if you want to deal with the iron bastard who is a little devil, Duanwu has a good way. Duanwu can kill him with just a thought.
It's just that kerosene is really hard to find. In the past, people were very poor, so those who just used kerosene were probably well-off families.
After searching around during the Dragon Boat Festival, I found half a jar of kerosene and two bottles of Laobaigan.
This Laobaigan has 60 degrees, but Duanwu thinks it may not be pure grain wine, and it is most likely blended with industrial alcohol.
Based on the conditions at the time, blending with edible alcohol would have been very expensive, so the chances of using industrial alcohol for these two bottles of wine were higher.
People at the time didn't understand either, and they thought it was good wine and kept it.
Taking it out at Dragon Boat Festival can be regarded as saving people. Otherwise, if you drink these two bottles of wine, you will go blind even if you are not poisoned to death.
Duanwu smiled, and rushed back with wine and kerosene. He could not let the Japs' chariot enter the city, because once it entered the city, the Japs' large troops would soon follow.
So Dragon Boat Festival couldn't help but quicken his pace, but he didn't want to have a huniu with a face full of flowers come out of an overdone house while coughing.
Dragon Boat Festival was quite speechless and thought to himself: "What can you find if you run into a room that is too hot?"
"Ahem, I found this."
Huniu pitifully took out a jar, opened it and took a look at it. It turned out to be meat oil.
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The Dragon Boat Festival is speechless, but fortunately it is also oil.
It's just that this oil itself is different from kerosene and alcohol. It is not as flammable as kerosene and alcohol.
But it can aid combustion, especially if the fat is covered in combustibles.
So it can be considered that Hu Niu’s trip was not in vain, at least she came back with some lard.
So two people walked back, one carrying two bottles of wine and half a jar of kerosene, and the other carrying a jar of meat oil.
When Dragon Boat Festival and Huniu rushed back, more than half of the little Japanese's destroyed tanks had already entered the city.
And if the transmission shaft had not lost its tracks and was stuck in the mud, I am afraid that the little devil's chariot would have come in by now.
Seeing this, Duanwu quickly grabbed a handful of hay and mixed it with the meat oil, then lit the hay with a match. When the fire started, Duanwu held the meat oil jar and threw it towards the Japanese chariot.
When the Jaap's machine gunner saw Dragon Boat Festival, he quickly turned his gun and fired at Dragon Boat Festival.
But he ran away after throwing away the meat at Dragon Boat Festival. How could he wait for the kid to hit him with a machine gun?
Bang!
The meat oil jar hit the Japanese chariot and fell apart, and the white meat oil instantly stuck to the little Japanese chariot.
And the hay stained with meat oil also started to burn at this moment. It's just that the fire is not strong, and such flames cannot stop the little devil at all.
The commander of the tank squadron, Momo Sanjuro, laughed in the car: "Are the Chinese people at their wits' end? Just get some meat oil and want to burn our cars?"
Another Japanese was surprised: "Sir, how did you know it was meat oil?"
Momo Sanjuro looked proud. It turned out that his family was a pig butcher and he was very sensitive to the smell of lard.
But Momo Sanjuro naturally can't say: My family is a butcher of pigs, so I am very familiar with this taste, so what else is there to do?
Momo Sanjuro pretended to be knowledgeable and said: "Because China is very poor and they can't afford soybean oil, so they can only eat lard."
"Goodbye, sir."
The other devils in the car were flattering, but at this moment, bang, bang, and then two more sounds of broken glass came, and the fire suddenly became bigger.
It turned out that Dragon Boat Festival also threw the two bottles of Laobaigan. But the little devil was so busy flattering that he didn't see Duanwu throw two more bottles over.
This time the fire suddenly surged and penetrated into the chariot along the gaps in the chariot.
"Go back, go back."
Momo Sanjuro was completely panicked at this moment. Naturally, he didn't pay attention to the small lard, but at this time it was alcohol.
Alcohol burns very quickly and is pervasive. Once the flames reach the car, the consequences will be unimaginable.
Momo Sanjuro controlled the chariot to retreat, but he didn't want to know who was blind behind him and drove the chariot against his butt.
Momo Sanjuro cursed loudly, but it was actually the Japanese behind him who were helping him, because the transmission shaft of the blown tank was stuck in the mud and could not move. However, it was difficult for Momo Sanjuro to push it with one car, so the chariot behind came to help, but in the end, Momo Sanjuro was stuck in it.
Hearing Mosanjuro's yelling and seeing the squadron leader's chariot on fire, the chariots behind him quickly backed up.
But it was already too late. The last half-tank of kerosene in the Dragon Boat Festival hit Momo Sanjuro's chariot. With a roar, the entire chariot was instantly enveloped in flames, like a huge fireball.
The temperature inside the car rose instantly, like a steamer.
The three Japanese, including Momo Sanjuro, were so hot that they almost suffocated.
They didn't want to die here, so the tank quickly reversed.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, the rapid movement of the tank caused the fire to explode again, and even the engine caught fire.
There were flames everywhere in the car, and Momo Sanjuro quickly ordered: "Abandon the car, abandon the car!"
The Japanese gunner was the first to move, push open the turret hatch and climb out first.
"Throw the grenade!"
At this moment, some unscrupulous person shouted something, and the frightened little Japanese gunner hurriedly closed the hatch and shrank back.
Momo Sanjuro was sat on his face by the Japanese who quickly retreated, and the back of his head hit the steel plate. He almost died on the spot.
"Baga, are you a pig? Why did you come back?"
Mo Sanjuro yelled angrily, and the Japanese gunner explained: "Sir, there are grenades."
Momo Sanjuro cursed: "Baga, is it better to be killed by a grenade or to stay here and be burned to death?"
Think about it for the Japanese artillerymen. Being blown up is better than being burned to death, right? What's more, there was no explosion outside? Grandma, he was fooled, and even used his butt to come into close contact with his commander's face. I'm afraid that even if he goes back alive today, he won't have any good fruits to eat in the future.
"Sir, you won't hold a grudge against me, will you?"
The Japanese artilleryman thought for a while and turned around to ask.
"Baga, is now the time to talk about these things?"
Momo Sanjuro was going crazy and urged the other party to get out quickly.
I just didn't expect that at this moment, the tank's machine gunner tugged on the corner of Momo Sanjuro's clothes, and then pointed at the burning ammunition compartment,...
