Chapter 52 Christine’s Secret Weapon
Crack!
Phew! ! !
As the glass bottle shattered, a raging fire instantly ignited on the opponent's tank. With just one shot, the entire flank of the Mark IV tank was covered in fire. When the second bottle hit the opponent's entire body, The outer surface was on fire.
The Mark IV tank was originally a stuffy tank. The temperature inside the tank rose rapidly. The external armor originally used for protection turned into a teppanyaki for frying steaks. It quickly exceeded the temperature that the human body can handle. The limit of endurance.
What's even more frightening is that the sealing performance of the first-generation tank was not very good, and observation holes were even opened to ensure sight lines. Burning liquid penetrated through these gaps and easily ignited the crew inside.
Ahhhhh! ! ! ! !
A terrifying howl came from inside the tank, and a thumping sound came from the top of the tank. The entry method of this tank is locked from all sides, and it takes several steps to open it. It doesn’t feel like anything on weekdays. But at this moment, it became a reminder for the members inside.
After a full minute, the tank's lid was opened. Two German soldiers, covered in fire, crawled out screaming and fell to the ground without taking two steps. Then the entire tank sank. silence.
Although it felt cruel, now was not the time to sympathize with the opponent. He Chi picked up the other two Molotov cocktails and wanted to do the same to the second tank.
But the Mark IV tank behind saw the friendly fire and immediately began to reverse. At the same time, three machine guns hit He Chi's hiding place like water.
The Molotov cocktail that He Chi reluctantly threw fell to the ground 7 or 8 meters in front of him, igniting a dead branch but ultimately not damaging the second tank on the opposite side.
"Damn! That's terrible!" He Chi cursed secretly. He was careful and failed to calculate the attack distance, so he only killed one tank.
Now the remaining tank was obviously frightened by the tragic situation of its companions. It desperately wanted to keep a safe distance from the guy on the opposite side who threw the strange weapon, and then used machine gun fire to suppress He Chi's hiding place.
Fortunately, the distance between the two sides was less than 100 meters, which exceeded the attack angle of the 75mm artillery. Otherwise, they would have been blasted away by one shot.
He Chi, who lost the suddenness of his attack, was in a very embarrassing situation. If he wanted to attack the opponent, he had to get up and chase him. However, before he could catch up, three machine guns shot him into a rag doll.
At this time, people in the manor also saw He Chi's dilemma.
"What's wrong with He?" Christine, who had just cheered for He Chi, turned to ask Lieutenant Jason.
The second lieutenant shook his head, "The distance is not enough."
"What distance is not enough?"
"Generally, the normal throwing distance is between 40 meters and 50 meters. He Chi's physical fitness is better, and it is only 60 meters away. Now the big guy on the opposite side is already nearly a hundred meters away from He Chi. But He Chi just wants to get up , you will be hit by the opponent immediately." The French second lieutenant gestured with his hand to mark the distance between the two sides.
"Is there any way?" the blonde asked anxiously.
"Unless we can increase He Chi's bomb-dropping distance by tens of meters, there is really nothing we can do."
"Increase it by tens of meters..." Kristen looked at the crushed people in the distance. The Oriental man, unable to lift his head, bit his lip gently, thought silently for a moment, and then decisively tied up his blond hair.
"I'm going to help you!" The girl left these words, picked up a glass bottle and dug it out of the hiding place.
After all, she was not a soldier. Kristen's skills were not as strong as those of men. She fell several times while walking through the rubble. Fortunately, Tank's attention was attracted by He Chi, which prevented her from being shot on the road. kill.
"Lower your head! What are you doing here?" He Chi asked, looking at Kristine who was touching him from behind.
"I'm here to help, I can make you throw the bottle at that guy!" Christine shouted into He Chi's ear amidst the roar of machine guns. "You?" He Chi looked at the girl's slender arms and couldn't figure out how she could throw the incendiary bomb to the other side.
The next second, Christine's actions surprised He Chi. The girl actually put her hand into her skirt, then pulled it down, and a long stocking appeared. In her hands.
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He Chi looked at the stockings with body temperature handed to him by the female reporter in surprise, and then a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.
"What you mean is...I understand!" He Chi reached out and took the handful of soft things.
The Molotov cocktail was completely put into the stockings. The stockings with good elasticity and ductility were stretched very long. He Chi took out a small hole in the stockings to expose the mouth of the bottle, lit the gauze at the port, and carried it with one hand. Wearing stockings, he raised it high above his head and spun it quickly.
Like a hammer, the Molotov cocktail circled above He Chi's head. Then he suddenly stood up while waiting for the opponent to shoot, released his hand with one hand and threw it hard!
The stockings pulled the Molotov cocktail and turned into a high-flying bird, drawing a wonderful parabola and diving towards the opposite tank.
Ten rings!
Phew! ! !
Another Mark IV tank also caught fire, but it had not lost its ability to move and was still trying to reverse and retreat.
Another stocking was handed to He Chi, and a second Molotov cocktail flew out a dozen seconds later.
The fire completely covered the tank, and the big steel guy stopped moving.
The battlefield was eerily silent, and the French squad was stunned. No one thought that the seemingly invincible steel behemoth would fall to the combination of a glass Molotov cocktail and women's stockings.
“It’s time to go back, before the Germans react.” He Chi whispered in Kristen’s ear, but found that the girl had almost collapsed aside.
"I...I may not be able to stand up." Christine said weakly after all her courage was exhausted by her previous behavior.
"Well..." He Chi hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hands to hug the smooth legs of the female reporter, held her horizontally in his arms, and then walked towards the French position.
At this moment, the German position was silent, but the French's excited whistle sounded from Second Lieutenant Jason.
Kristen's face was flushed with embarrassment and she buried her head into the Oriental's chest.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, He Chi handed Christine over to Margaret. At this time, the second lieutenant felt regretful, "It's a pity that there are only two stockings, otherwise we would have another nice one." Weapons."
"Actually, I still have some." Christine opened the small suitcase she had been holding in her arms, and there were a dozen stockings inside.
The German attack failed again that day. Not only did they lose two of their most advanced tanks, but they also caused dozens of people to suffer varying degrees of burns.
The French did not know when they developed a new type of incendiary bomb. With the blessing of an unknown launch system, the attack distance could reach more than 100 meters. The German charging team suffered heavy losses.
But until the end of the war, the German soldiers involved in this battle did not know what the other side used to throw the incendiary bombs so far.
(End of this chapter)