In the channel wrapped in reeds, more than a dozen boats, under the command of Captain Zheng, were hidden in the dense reeds on both sides of the channel. The large lifting poles on each ship are also aligned at an angle of 45 degrees to the center of the channel.
This is not over yet. The men on two of the boats that did not have large lifting poles picked up sickles, went deep into the reed marsh, cut some green reeds, and sprinkled them scatteredly on the calm. On the channel, there were also several men who smashed the two wooden piles they brought into the water on both sides of the channel, and pulled two thick wires between the two wooden piles.
It was through the efforts of everyone in setting up traps that Wei Ran finally understood why Zhou Houpu disliked the pair on their boat for being too thin before setting off, because as the mats on other boats were lifted , the largest inner diameter of the "muzzle" of the exposed large lifting rod is probably no less than five centimeters in diameter. Even the smaller ones are generally more than three centimeters, which is more than half thicker than the one on their ship.
In addition to these homemade guns of different calibers and the homemade muskets carried by Uncle Old Hammer, their only weapons that can be regarded as regular are various hand grenades that almost everyone has. As well as a few box guns, a few guns that were obviously sent back by Weiran yesterday, and a few old sleeves, made in Jizhong, or the Japanese Golden Hook rifle of the same age, or even one I don’t know where I got it from. Here comes Mosin Nagant.
Seeing that he seemed to be of little help, Wei Ran simply raised the camera that had been hanging around his neck and pointed it at Uncle Chui and Zhou Houpu who had started loading ammunition.
The two of them didn’t have any stage fright. They cooperated skillfully with each other under Wei Ran’s frequent presses of the shutter. One was responsible for slightly raising the muzzle of the gun, while the other used a horn funnel to scoop out a full bucket. Black powder leaked into the barrel.
When the large lift rod, which was nearly three meters long, was erected straight up and down, Uncle Hammer picked up a piece of broken wood and knocked on the barrel, then put it down again and let Zhou Houpu fill it in again. Most of the bucketful of iron sand was filled.
Stand it up again as before to spread the iron sand evenly on the pole. After putting it down again, Zhou Houpu at the bow of the boat immediately used a thin bamboo pole to push the balled up rags all the way from the muzzle of the gun. It was stuffed tightly at the bottom.
With quick movements, he loaded enough gunpowder and iron sand into the two large lifting poles. Zhou Houpu skillfully untied the bamboo tube fixed on the horn funnel, filled it with gunpowder and put it in In his pocket, he then controlled the boat to retreat and quietly hid in the dense reeds.
At Uncle Chui's signal, Zhou Houpu dipped a piece of thick incense in black gunpowder, and waited for Wei Ran to hang the lunch box containing gunpowder on the bamboo pole that was poked into the bottom of the water. He took out a match, lit it and put it on the head of the incense stick.
With the help of a little gunpowder that had just been stained, the incense stick, which was as thick as a finger, was easily ignited, and the swirling smoke instantly drove away the raging mosquitoes around it.
As everyone completed the arrangements, the waterway that must be passed from Zhaobeikou to the county seat also fell into silence. And in the dense reedsIn the reed swamp, everyone was waiting with bated breath for the prey to appear.
Soon, the scorching sun began to set in the west, and the faint sound of engines could be heard from the direction of the open water connecting the channel.
Almost at the same time that everyone heard the sound, a lifelike call of a cormorant reached everyone's ears from the direction where Captain Zheng was hiding.
"Disembarked"
Zhou Houpu, who had been waiting for a long time, quickly took out the small bamboo tube he had prepared in advance and poured the gunpowder inside into the two large lifting poles with wild goose feathers inserted at the tails. around the eye of fire. Then he slipped silently from the boat into the water, only exposing his shoulders and the hand holding the incense stick on the side of the boat.
On the other hand, Old Uncle Hammer at the stern did not get off the boat. Instead, he half-crouched at the stern and raised his homemade shotgun.
When Wei Ran, who was originally sitting on a big pole, saw this, he quickly took off his camera, and then jumped into the water deftly. He held the side of the boat with one hand and waited quietly with a grenade in the other.
Soon, the sound of the engine came from far away, and the two steamboats drove into the channel that was just enough to accommodate their hulls, with a distance of about 20 meters from each other.
These two steamboats are not big, and their speed is pitifully slow. What is even more funny is that each of them has a wooden pole several meters high. The top of the wooden pole There was also a basket tied to the top, and in each basket, there were people dressed as puppet soldiers sitting, vigilantly observing the surrounding situation.
Just looking at the horrified expressions on the faces of the two puppet soldiers, you can tell that this is definitely not a pleasant job.
Especially when they saw the reeds floating on the waterway, they nervously stood up holding on to the wooden poles. The person in charge of driving the boat also had to slow down the speed after seeing those floating reeds.
The Japanese steamboat is propelled by a propeller. Although these scattered and floating reeds cannot block their ship, they can easily entangle the propeller. The principle is not much different from that of later generations of kelp entangled submarines. the difference.
When the boat in front stops, the boat behind will naturally stop as well. As a result, the distance between the two ships is getting closer and closer due to the inertia of the steamer.
Just as the first boat was about to be blocked by the thick wire between the two wooden piles under the water, the "sky-watching monkey" on the wooden pole discovered something strange!
However, just as he was about to raise his arm and point at the river opposite them, a Yanling team member carrying a golden hook rifle immediately pulled the trigger on a wooden boat that was specially responsible for setting traps. trigger! With this crisp gunshot, the puppet soldier standing in the basket on the top of the pole also fell down!
Before the puppet soldier fell into the water, a second gunshot followed and knocked down the lookout post on the other ship. Almost at the same time, Wei Ran also used incense to ignite the handful of gunpowder at the two large lifting rod fire doors, and at the same time that Uncle Hammer pulled the trigger of the earthen shotgun, he held up the camera with one hand and pressed the shutter!
The original crisp sound of the shutter was completely covered up by a series of deafening rumblings. Large clouds of gunpowder smoke steamed up from the reeds on both sides of the channel, obscuring the sight of both the enemy and ourselves, and in exchange for the Japanese and puppet troops on the ship. Screams one after another!
Driven by the huge recoil force, the rowboat with the large lifting pole was pushed back and swung violently, and was then blocked by the bamboo poles and dense reeds inserted in the stern in advance.
Before the smoke cleared, the surviving Japanese and puppet troops on the two steamboats also began to fight back randomly!
"Grenade!" Captain Zheng shouted, and immediately, more than a dozen grenades emitted smoke and flew in a parabola towards the two steamboats that had completely stopped!
When the Japanese and puppet troops who were fighting back saw the grenades whirling towards them, they suddenly became so scared that they no longer bothered to shoot, and scrambled to jump from the boat into the water.
"Boom!"
After a series of dull explosions, the machine guns on the two ships that had just fired a few shots went silent, having survived the previous heavy lift blow. The Japanese and puppet soldiers who came down were also mute, and even the engines of the two steamboats completely stalled.
At this time, Wei Ran had already taken out his pistol, and together with the rest of the team members, he fired the trigger repeatedly at the Japanese and puppet soldiers who had fallen into the water.
"Quick! Get on the boat!"
Zhou Houpu had climbed onto the paizi boat at some point, and shouted anxiously at Wei Ran, who was still holding the boat and firing continuously.
When he rolled neatly into the cabin, Uncle Chui used a bamboo pole at the stern of the boat to exert force, while Zhou Houpu shook the oar desperately. Wei Ran had already shaken off the water stains on his hands and picked up the camera again, and pressed the shutter repeatedly on the two steamboats and the dozens of platoon boats swarming around them.
Seeing that the wooden boat under his feet had come close, Wei Ran grabbed the edge of the steamboat with both hands, and jumped on it one after another with Zhou Houpu, Captain Zheng and others.
"Captain, I found a living creature with a command knife!" A rather stocky Chinese character opened a sack in the cabin and shouted in surprise.
After hearing the words, everyone hurriedly came over, and then saw a little devil huddled in the corner in the dim cabin, shouting something, and his crotch was already wet with incontinent urine. Wet with liquid.
"Take off his knife first, and then tie him up firmly!" Captain Zheng ordered, holding the box cannon in one hand and akimbo with the other.
Hearing this, the stocky man snatched the command knife from the opponent's arms, then took off the weapon on his body, roughly pinched the opponent's chin and pulled the nose hair-like face The big bearded face looked at the bright light at the cabin door, "It's this beast! It was the one who burned our reed field last year with his little devils!"
"Uncle He, I I'll help you tie him up!"
Zhou Houpu got into the cabin before he could finish his words. He raised his hand to rub and push the Japanese guy on the shoulder. Then everyone inside and outside the cabin heard a series of sobering words. Click sound. And NaharaThe Japs, who looked frightened, also started to cry out.
“I almost forgot that Houpu was also following me.”
The stocky man shook the little devil’s dislocated hands, “This is really inseparable, so I don’t have to tie him up. Houpu, you have to teach me how to do it later."
"Is this still necessary?"
Zhou Houpu deliberately spoke slowly while the little devil screamed. He restored the dislocated joint of one of his arms, and then slowly demonstrated the action he had just performed.
It wasn’t until the frightened Japs fainted from the pain that he was standing at the door of the hatch, and then Captain Zheng said, “Okay, take this little Japs back. The rest of the gang hurriedly Pick out the useful things and take them away, and then destroy the ship!"
Everyone responded loudly and started cleaning the battlefield while talking and laughing.
Soon, rifles, magazines, and even anything in the cabin that looked useful were carried to the boat and covered with mats. Even the weapons on the bodies that sank to the bottom of the water were all fished out one by one by the Yanling team members who dived into the water.