The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 376 Just an Appetizer (Bonus Chapter 3550 for the Emergence of the Erotic Master)

Five minutes later, on the sloping position of Fan Gaofeng Pass, in a gun emplacement with a tall antenna.

Pointing to a pile of electronic components fixed to a wooden board, which were some antique-looking old-fashioned vacuum tubes, and microphones, headphones, and other equipment haphazardly connected with bare wires.

Old Ma asked the third brother in a very uncertain tone:
"Dude! Are you kidding me? Are you sure this thing can not only listen to the Japanese radio stations, but also interfere with one side's calls and communicate directly with the other side?"

Although Xiao Henan didn't say anything, the extremely disgusted expression on his face said a lot.

This scene occurred when the two of them followed the rookie Lao San to the reverse slope position, and Lao San proudly showed off along the way.

Wasn't this guy a radio enthusiast in the modern world?

In a modern context, this would mean making walkie-talkies and radios to communicate remotely with amateur radio enthusiasts around the world via shortwave radio.

However, considering that electronic technology was extremely backward in the early stages of World War II, its level was quite high.

Based on Lao San's expertise, Hu Biao had some ideas and asked Lao San to try to make a DIY device that could monitor the communications between Japanese ground troops and Japanese aircraft.

This way, we can prepare in advance for bombing and strafing by Japanese planes.

As for the source of the parts, they were, of course, several Japanese radios captured on the first day of the battle against the Taiwanese mixed brigade.

After working for several nights in a row, the third brother consulted Uncle Bo, a logistics officer of a modern-day soldier, who was able to maintain and repair many active-duty equipment, about some design and manufacturing difficulties.

After working on it until midnight last night, the two of them finally finished making this DIY piece of equipment.

It not only possesses the function that Hu Biao originally proposed, which allows for the monitoring of Japanese soldiers' radio communications at any time.

There's an added bonus: when necessary, it can interfere with one of the two parties in a call and then speak to the other party on their behalf.

Thanks to this new feature, after seeing the loss of the left flank hilltop, a rather bold idea popped into Hu Biao's mind:

Weren't the Japanese planes going back to refuel and replenish their ammunition, planning to bomb the main position at Gaofeng Pass again?

Once they had replenished their supplies and took off again, they immediately jammed the radios of the Japanese ground troops.

Meanwhile, find one of the time travelers who speaks Japanese fluently to communicate with the pilots and instruct them to unleash all their ammunition on the Japanese soldiers on the left flank hilltop.

Caught off guard, the Japanese troops on the left flank hill will surely suffer heavy losses.

At that point, they might be able to retake the lost ground with just a simple charge.

When they first heard the news, Lao Ma and Xiao Henan were overjoyed and wished they could give Lao San and Uncle Bo a gold medal weighing a pound.

Um! If the group collectively contributes the money.

But when they arrived at the destination and saw with their own eyes the treasure that the third brother had mentioned, they began to seriously doubt that this pile of junk could have such powerful functions.

Thus, the scene at the beginning of this article, where someone asked a question, came about.

Faced with the doubts of Lao Ma and Xiao Henan, Lao San patted his chest and assured them:
"The level of Japanese radio technology during World War II would be roughly equivalent to that of a second-grade elementary school student in the modern radio industry."

My uncle and I, combined, are at least at the level of third or fourth grade in elementary school.

Don't worry! While these things may not look the best, their performance is just as good. They have all the necessary functions and definitely won't cause any problems.

"Third brother, if you don't die in this mission, remember to improve your knowledge of radio after you return to the modern world. You don't have to be super strong, but you should at least have the level of a junior high school student."

After a moment of contemplation, Xiao Henan uttered this sarcastic remark.

The main reason was that he and Lao Ma had already decided that since Hu Biao and Lao San were so confident, they would choose these time-traveling companions.

After making up their minds, the two chatted idly with the third brother for a few more minutes.

He then hurriedly ran to his men, organized them, and replenished them with a small amount of automatic weapons and a large number of grenades and hand grenades.

We were just waiting for the Japanese planes to return so they could bombard the defenders on the left flank hill.

Then they can rush in and retake the position they just lost.

The Japanese airport was located in Yongning, just outside Nanning city. Given the distance of only a few dozen kilometers between the two places, they were destined not to wait long… ******
At 4:52 PM, when I heard a sentence in my headphones:
"Ninth Infantry Regiment, Ninth Infantry Regiment, I am Colonel Hashimoto Sugi, commander of the 13th Air Group."

Currently, all 31 aircraft deployed by our squadron have been refueled and replenished with ammunition, and have successfully taken off. They will arrive over the battlefield within ten minutes at most.

Please provide specific bombing and attack targets immediately…

The third brother immediately cut off the radio of the 9th Infantry Regiment from the communications channel and continued to jam it.

As the member of the time-traveler team, Annie, the chief of staff of the Subei Independent Regiment, is undoubtedly the one with the most standard Japanese language skills.

After taking a deep breath, he spoke in a voice that showed no sign of nervousness:

"Hello, Mr. Hashimoto, I am Mina, a communications officer from the 9th Infantry Regiment."

According to the latest order from General Chuan Yuanqi of our army, you are expected to launch a full-scale bombardment of the left flank hill positions immediately upon arrival at the battlefield.

Unfortunately, the position we just captured has been taken back by them.

General Kawamoto Shichi was furious and decided to take the position back at all costs to wash away the shame of our 5th Division; I beg Hashimoto-kun, I beg the men of the 13th Air Group.

That's right! These opponents are very cunning; they've all disguised themselves as our troops.

It was through these methods that they were able to quickly regain control of the position.

So when we bomb later, even if there's no smoke over the positions, if you see them all wearing our uniforms and using our weapons, don't hesitate at all.

"Don't worry, Miss Mina! Our 13th Flight Group will definitely teach these cunning guys a lesson."

Hashimoto answered, his voice not only quite gentle, but also without the slightest doubt.

The main reason is that the Japanese army did not begin large-scale recruitment of single women aged 17-25 into the army until after 42, to serve as communications officers.

Prior to this, there were still some female communications officers in the military.

Most importantly, when Annie spoke, Hashimoto heard her with a perfect Osaka accent, leaving him with no room for doubt.

As for his gentle tone, it was because this Japanese soldier had some ulterior motives after hearing Annie's clear voice.

I'm planning to ask her out sometime and see if anything happens.

It was precisely because of these scheming thoughts that this Japanese Air Force colonel decided he had to make a good impression on Mina.

"Mina, what a beautiful name. A girl with a name like that must be very beautiful."

After muttering this sentence quietly to himself, Hashimoto Sugiyama shouted into the pilots' internal channel with renewed vigor:

"I order a full-scale attack on the left flank of Gaofeng Pass, to drop all the bombs and use up all the bullets in the shortest possible time."

According to reliable intelligence, the enemy disguised themselves as our troops on the hill in an attempt to avoid bombing.

So ignore these facades and teach them a lesson they won't forget..."

Seven or eight minutes later, the Japanese aircraft appeared over Gaofeng Pass. Just as the beautiful Mina had said, there was no annoying black smoke rising from the hilltop on the left flank.

And you can see that there are hundreds of soldiers wearing their own military uniforms on top.

Even those cunning guys stepped out of the trenches and waved and cheered enthusiastically at the aircraft.

"Baka! Do you think you can fool a smart Air Force Colonel like me with such clumsy tricks? How naive." He muttered to himself.

Hashimoto Sugi piloted a Type 98 dive bomber and viciously swooped down towards the hill on the left wing.

They selected a spot where a group of officers were gathered and dropped the largest bomb on the plane, weighing 100 kilograms, at that location.

When the plane was pulled back up, all that was left was a large crater, and all the people who had gathered there had disappeared.

Such brutal bombing was merely an appetizer served by the Japanese 13th Air Group...

(End of this chapter)