Chapter 24: The Power of RPG (Part 2)

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  Gunfire broke out, and it was clear that the fake army had suffered a loss. The deviated ones on this side had already fired three rounds of bullets, while some people on the other side hadn't even pulled the trigger. As for that lame old devil, as soon as the battle started, he was targeted by several cannons. Before he could turn over and get off his horse, his head was shot to pieces like a rotten watermelon. After falling from the horse, he directly took the 1067th Swan Western Tourist Train. Unfortunately, several fake soldiers who were standing guard at the city gate were killed on the spot by a burst of chaotic gunfire from the people behind them.

  There's a saying that goes, "A fake can't be made to look real, and the real thing can't be faked." Wei Yuankun and his men disguised themselves as devils, but they couldn't fool the real devils. The flaws in their disguise were obvious at first glance, just like how in the military education film "Tunnel Warfare," Gao Chuanbao could tell at a glance that the martial arts team that only ate eggs and didn't eat buns was fake. Devils have their own characteristics, and Wei Yuankun's performance on the surface was quite convincing, not much different from Fang Hua's portrayal of Matsui in "The Plains Guerrilla Team." However, despite his straight back and convincing expressions, his hands and the hair exposed under his hat gave him away - what Japanese imperial army soldier has hands whiter than a big girl's and long hair? As for the military flaws that followed, there were too many to count. The fact that their devil uniforms didn't fit was one thing, but have you ever seen a real Japanese devil go out without wearing a hat? At least from the devil's perspective, this is impossible. What's even more infuriating is that one of them had his hands clasped behind his back and stood there with his gun, looking like a Chinese peasant hiding in the shade under a tree on a sunny afternoon. All these things, combined with other factors, made the lame-legged old devil determine on the spot that this group of imperial soldiers was fake. However, he was a bit too impatient and wanted to expose them right away, but the other side was also well-prepared, resulting in him ending up with his brains splattered all over the place and still looking ugly even in death.

  At that time, there were already pedestrians on the street. Seeing a sudden fight, they naturally had no experience to respond and didn't know to lie down on the ground. They all scattered and fled in all directions. Wei Yuankun and his men were afraid of hurting civilians, so they didn't dare to fire randomly. The puppet soldiers saw that their leader was dead and lost their will to fight, retreating into the government compound. Wei Yuankun and others were blocked by pedestrians on the street and could only watch as the enemy retreated in disarray. When they chased after them, the enemy had already retreated into the government compound on the other side of the city's main street. Guo Wenlian saw this and immediately ordered his men to surround the entire compound. Puppet soldiers from other parts of the city heard that the Righteous Brave Army had entered the city and didn't know how many troops they had, so some of them slipped away in fear. A few planned to come and rescue them but didn't want to get into a fierce battle with the Righteous Brave Army, after all, they were all from the same hometown. They fired their guns upwards and were "driven" out of the city by a hail of bullets, fleeing for their lives. Some of those who remained had participated in anti-Japanese resistance as members of the Green Forest Armed Forces but were forced to wear the yellow uniform due to poverty. These people knew some of the Righteous Brave Army soldiers and, with one call, defected and joined the battle, firing guns into the compound while saying to those beside them, "I've been waiting for this day!" This made Wei Yuankun recall what his father had told him about how many Green Forest Armed Forces in Northeast China would resist Japan in the spring, summer, and autumn but surrender in the winter. When spring came, they would take up arms again. Although there was a suspicion of being unfaithful, at least they hadn't forgotten that they were Chinese.

  In everyone's impression, dealing with the puppet army was much easier than dealing with the Japanese devils. This time, everyone thought so too. The Red Gun Association had two leaders who wanted to show off, took off their shirts, and danced with big knives in their hands, shouting "Let's charge!" The people below followed them, shouting and rushing up. Wei Yuankun and Guo Wenlian tried to stop them but failed, and they charged into the courtyard. Originally, it was thought that the puppet army inside would surrender, but unexpectedly, as soon as they entered the courtyard, a burst of gunfire came from the houses inside, including the sound of machine guns. The people who rushed in were only 20 meters away from these houses and didn't even have time to fall down before being shot down, with over ten people killed on the spot. Those behind tried to retreat but it was too late, and another round of gunfire followed, causing more casualties. Only seven or eight out of thirty people managed to escape from the courtyard, which was filled with bodies scattered all over.

  In less than a minute, more than 20 brothers were lost. Since the start of the battle, they had never suffered such a great loss. Many people's eyes turned red as they prepared to lead others in another charge, but were stopped by Guo Wenlian and several others: "Do you still have any regard for human life? Are you trying to get us all killed? Everyone stay here and be honest with me, there aren't many people inside, we don't need to throw ourselves at the guns!" Wei Yuankun observed the positions of the fallen brothers' wounds, then slipped to the side of the wall, borrowed a helmet from a brother pretending to be a ghost soldier, used his rifle to prop it up and peek over the wall. As soon as he exposed a bit of his head, a gunshot rang out, and the helmet was shot flying far away. When they picked it up and looked, it had already been pierced with a through-and-through hole.

  "Inside, no matter if it's yellow skin, it seems like there are also devils." Wei Yuankun continued to pass the helmet in front of everyone, "Looking at the marksmanship, it seems to be the Kwantung Army." Others also thought that what Wei Yuankun said was reasonable. After all, the battle just now had already shown that the opponents were all old hands at fighting, and their marksmanship was extremely accurate. Except for the Kwantung Army, it couldn't be anyone else.

  The situation was difficult to handle, with the enemy right in the courtyard and themselves outside, but they couldn't charge in. Wei Yuankun took a look at the courtyard and saw that it was a typical northeastern-style compound, only larger than usual. He heard that it used to be a large carriage store because of its high location, which allowed one to see many houses in the city from the rooftop. Later, when the Japanese came, they occupied the place with the help of traitors and renovated several rooms, turning it into a barracks. During the height of the anti-Japanese resistance movement, each unit had thousands of soldiers, and the traitors were afraid that one day the resistance would break into the city, so they all moved into this barracks, making it the office of the puppet government.

  According to the brothers who charged into the courtyard but later retreated, there were only a few rooms inside used as barracks, with doors and windows already blocked by the enemy. The walls surrounding the buildings were over 30 meters away, and the houses had pointed tile roofs, making hand grenades ineffective. Moreover, at the main entrance, more than 30 meters away, a bunker had appeared out of nowhere, with a machine gun inside that sealed off the main gate. Most of the brothers who charged earlier were killed by this bunker.

  If they tried to jump over the wall, whether they exposed their heads or landed on the ground, they would become live targets for the enemy inside. If they tried to charge through the main gate, the machine gun inside would make it impossible for them to get in. If they tried to push down the walls, the open area around the houses made it difficult to approach without being seen. Although Wei Yuankun had brought an RPG-7 rocket launcher this time, he couldn't find a chance to fire it due to the terrain, unless he could get close enough to the target. However, as soon as he exposed himself, the enemy would shoot him in the head. Unless he was invincible, he wouldn't have enough lives to die inside.

  Moreover, within 20 meters of the courtyard walls were shops, and if they fired from outside, not only might they miss the target, but the rocket launcher's backblast would also be enough to burn them to a crisp.

  This big courtyard has stumped all the big and small figures of the Kill Riches and Help the Poor Self-Defense Army, who had just won a great victory. For three whole hours, more than 200 people were stuck in this courtyard, unable to get out. During this time, everyone contributed their ideas and strategies, fully demonstrating the wisdom of the masses. After all, "three cobblers are better than one Zhuge Liang". Unfortunately, many plans were made, but none succeeded.

  Wang He was inspired by the TV series "Bright Sword" and wanted to do some earthwork, digging a tunnel into the interior. However, Wei Yuanke borrowed a pickaxe and dug for a while, discovering that the soil was hard and dense. If they were to proceed with the tunnel excavation, it would likely take two days, by which time enemy forces from other areas would have received news and arrived to provide support. At that point, the excavated tunnel would be useless for fighting the enemy, but it would be just right for burying their own dead.

  During this time, some people planned to use fire attacks, but the incendiary materials mostly couldn't be thrown near the house. Even if they were thrown into the house, they would be easily extinguished by the people inside, and had no effect. Next, someone came up with the idea of using a unicycle with a water-soaked quilt on top to create a "tank" to attack from the inside, but after charging into the courtyard, it was not far before being blown up by hand grenades by the people inside, resulting in the loss of two brothers.

  "It seems that we have no choice but to use the rocket launcher." Wei Yuankun gritted his teeth, and immediately someone below opened a box they had carried with them. Upon opening it, they found it was filled with rocket launchers and six rockets. Next to him, Zhang Xin picked up a rocket launcher, pulled out a rocket from the tube, and installed the fuse. "How do we do this?" Zhang Xin asked.

  "I just took a look inside, there are six rooms, and more than 50 people have escaped in. I estimate that there is at least one platoon of devils inside. In this case, we need to fire at least one rocket into each room. Our ammunition is limited, and if the rocket hits the wall and penetrates, it's unlikely to kill everyone inside. We must shoot through the windows, can't waste a single shot." Zhang Xian scratched his head after hearing this, "This is quite difficult, we can't expose ourselves when shooting at the rooms inside. If we just rely on luck, our ammunition won't be enough. What do you think we should do?"

  "What to do, this is indeed a problem. At this time, Wei Yuankun's eyes swept across and saw a broken hemp rope on the ground, suddenly brightened up, and had an idea in his heart."

  "We also have our own way of ambush, I don't know how your spatial geometry was back then?" Wei Yuankun said while taking out a protractor from the captured Japanese officer's bag. "Whether we can wipe them out today depends on this thing and our math skills back then."

  A ball of twine, a moderate-sized stone, and a tape measure that Wang He always carried with him - these made up the simplest ranging device. He found a brother with strong arms, tied one end of the twine tightly to the stone, then pulled out dozens of meters of twine, and threw the stone into the courtyard. At this time, Wang He quietly stood by the wall, suddenly lifted his head, and then quickly retreated "This guy's stone-throwing skills are quite accurate, it landed right next to the bunker." The puppet soldiers inside thought that the people outside had run out of ammunition and were using stones instead, so they all burst out laughing, and obscene language also spread out during the brief moment of silence. But Wei Yuankun didn't get angry when he heard this - as for cursing in the streets, Wei Yuankun could be considered their ancestor, and he alone could take on a whole courtyard of people with his sharp tongue. However, now was not the time to be nearsighted and wear glasses - first solve the current problem, "Just wait until I use my rocket launcher to blow up your turtle-shell bunker, and then you'll cry so hard you won't be able to cry anymore!"

  They measured the distance from the wall and the bunker using a rope, and then used a protractor to measure the angle. After getting these data, it's up to everyone's geometric skills. Although most of them have been working for many years, the math knowledge they learned in class has long been forgotten, but such simple calculations can still be done. After all, the Pythagorean theorem is not something that can be forgotten. The three people quickly calculated the result, compared it with each other and found it was basically consistent, so they didn't even bother to verify it again. They hurriedly used a tape measure and rope to locate the position, and after determining the firing point, they directly dug a hole in the wall according to the result.

  At that time, the walls were all made of rammed earth, although they were as hard as rocks in peacetime. However, if water was poured on them and then scraped with a trowel, it would not take long to dig a hole. But today's requirements for this hole are very strict, it must be about one meter square, not only can't be completely dug but also need to leave a thin layer, and must be uniform. Fortunately, there were many people in the team who understood masonry, and soon six holes were dug on the wall.

  Preparations were complete, and Zhang Xin carried the rocket launcher to a predetermined launch point that Wang He had calculated and measured with a tape measure. As for the left and right angles of the launch, they had already been marked with a center line, and a lead weight was tied to the front of Zhang Xin's rocket launcher. Before launching, Wang He used an angle measurer to check the elevation angle, and then let Zhang Xin fire.

  As Zhang Xin pulled the trigger, everyone nearby, including the devils and puppet soldiers hiding inside, heard a whistling sound they had never heard before. The rocket shell then pierced through the wall - the thin layer of earth was not enough to detonate the fuse of the rocket shell, accurately hitting the bunker behind the earthen wall. Even the rocket shell flew in along the gun hole, and there was a loud explosion. The bunker inside was violently blown up, and flames burst out from the gun hole, accompanied by the "crackling" sound of bullets exploding.

  The fortifications were destroyed, and the Japanese traitors hiding in the courtyard were obviously panicked, firing their guns wildly outside. The battlefield, which had just calmed down, became lively again.

  "Come out, people inside! Otherwise, let me show you the power of my RPG holy relic!" Wei Yuankun shouted triumphantly outside after seeing the rocket launcher take effect. However, the surrounding green forest bandits were confused: They had only heard of believing in Buddhism, Taoism, Islam, and Christianity, but when did this "Alpiji" thing come out? It's probably because Wei Yuankun, the big politician, drank some foreign ink water and learned a lot, so he believes in some new foreign cult.

  Wei Yuankun didn't have the leisure to tell these people about the legendary party struggles on the SC forum, so he just shouted and saw no reaction inside. He waved his hand, and by then Zhang Xin was already standing at another launch point, ready to fire again. Wang He had finished measuring, and with a nod, another shot rang out from inside. This time, a miserable cry echoed from within the courtyard, followed by a chaotic mess of Japanese voices. Wei Yuankun guessed that the devils inside must have known they couldn't hold on, preparing for a final suicidal charge or "Banzai" attack. But this would make things easier - two light machine guns and one heavy machine gun had already been set up in ambush outside. As long as they came out of the courtyard, the crossfire from the three machine guns would be enough to send them to meet Amaterasu in an instant. However, unexpectedly, a dense barrage of gunfire suddenly erupted from inside the house.

  "What's going on? Why are they fighting inside?" Just as everyone outside was wondering, the gunfire in the courtyard stopped, and soon the fake army's hoarse cries came out "Stop shooting, stop shooting, we surrender, we surrender!"

  Is this surrender? Wei Yuankun heard that the people inside had surrendered, and while he was happy, he couldn't help but wonder: This victory came too easily, could there be some kind of conspiracy?