The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 101 The Most Beautiful Voice (asking for monthly ticket)
At 10:47 in the evening, with the joint efforts of everyone, the tank was dug out from the loose soil.

They also built a large slope diagonally out of the pit to make it easier to drive out later; the prerequisite is that the tank is straightened by them and can be started, and there is no damage when it falls.

With a "Pooh" sound, Hu Biao spat into his palm.

Then a sturdy wooden bar was inserted under the overturned tank.

There were more than a dozen such wooden bars inserted one after another, and two people were standing in front of each bar.

In addition, on the side of the tank pointing to the sky, there were several thick ropes tied.

Each rope was currently being held by many people at the same time, and everyone had a look of tension on their face.

No way! No matter how thin the Japanese tanks are, and how shoddy they are, this Type 11.5 tank is still an -ton iron lump.

It is really not an easy task to straighten him out purely by human power.

There are 88 of them in total, and it seems they have to use all their strength.

After taking a deep breath, Hu Biao took a horse stance, put his right shoulder under the wooden bar, and shouted:
"Everyone get ready, one, two, three, push hard... one, two, three, push hard~"

When the word "harder" was shouted, eighty-eight men exerted force at the same time.

The heavy tank began to move slowly, bit by bit.

Suddenly, those who were carrying the wooden bar felt as if a huge mountain was on their shoulders, which was about to break their backs; those who were pulling the rope felt as if they were dragging a huge rock, and the rough hemp rope was rubbing against their palms.

But knowing what this tank represented, they could only grit their teeth and try their best again and again following the commands from Hu Biao.

Two minutes later, with a heavy thud, the tank was finally righted.

He didn't care that his waist felt like it was about to break, and one of his shoulders was also aching badly.

The first thing Black Star did was to lift the cover of the entrance and exit above the driver's head and get in impatiently.

He wanted to try whether this thing could catch fire, otherwise Hu Biao's crazy plan would be over before it even began.

Soon after, Black Star cursed out a classic Chinese curse.

It's not that there was no fire, but the Japanese tanks were so small. Even the interior space of the Type 89, which they called a medium tank, was extremely cramped.

Especially for a big guy like him who is 1.8 meters tall, it was not friendly at all.

After getting in and sitting down, I could only curl up my body and couldn't even straighten my back.

Even so, while he was groping for the ignition point, he was hit hard on the head. He didn't know where he hit it, but he saw stars in front of his eyes.

Fortunately, he also knew that time was urgent, so after cursing, he continued to work and finally found a place to start a fire.

But after his attempts, apart from making the engine roar a few times in succession, the engine failed to ignite successfully.

Seeing this, Black Star and Hu Biao, Dachui, Chaozi, AT, Huang A-di and others who were standing on tiptoe to look outside, turned pale instantly.

God is really blind. Will he not give any way to survive to our brothers in the Gui army and to us, the Chinese soldiers and civilians?
At this moment, Uncle Bo, who had been standing a little behind, slowly exhaled a puff of smoke and shouted:
"You idiots, you unlucky ones, get out of my way! What are you doing blocking the way there, standing so close to me? You act like you can fix it, don't you?"

Hu Biao and the others looked back blankly and saw Uncle Bo's confident face.

Well, can Uncle Bo even repair this thing?
All I can say is, get rid of that Mazhi right away. He is not only a serious soldier, but also a doctoral graduate in science and engineering from a famous university in Uncle Sam's family.

Even among soldiers, he is a logistics and technical officer.

His accurate shooting was just a hobby of his, often going to the shooting range to practice with various small arms. His daily duties involved repairing various types of equipment used by soldiers. He could even fix something as complex as an Apache helicopter, not to mention the toy-like tanks of the Japanese from eighty or ninety years ago...

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Regardless of whether Uncle Bo can repair this Type 89 tank, some preparations for this operation must be done in advance.

Aside from Black Star who stayed near the tank to help Uncle Bo pass tools and move parts, everyone else was busy with their own things.

At 11:51, AT tied a DIY silencer to a Mauser pistol with wire.

In fact, this so-called muffler is just a glass wine bottle. After carefully removing the bottom of the bottle, the bottle body is filled with soft cotton.

I saw this method while watching short videos on AT. What is the specific effect?

AT covered his face with one hand and pulled the trigger of the pistol with the other.

The bullet flew out amid the flying cotton, the glass bottle did not break, and the sound of the gunshot was significantly reduced to about 70 decibels, which is the volume of normal speaking.

In addition, the bullet also hit a wooden board ten meters away, not deviating far from the mark made by AT.

So, with this thing on the muzzle, it's heavy and difficult to aim, but it can basically be used.

AT cheered up and called out to the people around him, "Hurry up and get started. Just do it like I did. We need to make at least ten silencers..."

At 12:02, because he couldn't find a mirror to look at himself in, Huang A-di walked towards a basin of water with a torch, intending to use his reflection to see if his disguise was satisfactory.

That’s right! Huang A-di has already disguised himself.

He put on a Japanese lieutenant's uniform with not much blood on it, and also took off his box pistol, lieutenant's saber, and iconic boots.

It can be said that a lot of effort was put into it, striving to do better.

But after seeing the reflection in the basin, Huang A'di wanted to curse on the spot.

Why? Even though he had already picked out the largest possible uniform among the Japanese officers' uniforms.

The key point was that he asked himself that after he came here, he had nothing to eat or drink, and his sleep time was very limited. He didn't know how much blood he had lost from injuries.

I have lost a lot of weight, and my chin is even sharper. However, after putting on this Japanese military uniform, I still look like some adults in the movies wearing elementary school uniforms.

The poor military uniform was so bulging that even the buttons couldn't be fastened.

Not to mention his pants, it was just a little tight, but the problem was that he didn't dare walk any faster because the crotch of his pants would burst.

"These little devils, they look like bean sprouts, yet they're still thinking about invading us. Damn it!"

After cursing like this, Huang A'di was ready to do so; mainly because he had no other choice but to pretend to be more like that.

We can only hope that there is no moon tonight and visibility is low so we can get away with it.

At 12:21, after forty to fifty minutes of emergency repairs, Uncle Bo threw away the wrench in his hand that was full of oil.

With an unquestionable tone, he said to Black Star who was busy beside him: "Alright! Try to light the fire now, I guarantee there will be no problems."

With some doubts, Black Star quickly got into the tank.

He took a deep breath before trying to start the engine; then the roar of the engine starting normally sounded, which was the best and most pleasant sound he had ever heard in his life.

Of course, it was also the most beautiful sound Hu Biao and the others had ever heard in their lives...

(On the last day of this month, I was surprised to find that this book has more than 1,900 monthly tickets. Everyone, check your pockets and see if you still have monthly tickets. Please help me get 2,000. Thank you.)
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