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Text Chapter 984 Explosions in the Pyrenees (Part 2)

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    The next morning, in a valley less than 50 kilometers away from Benasque, two BMW motorcycles rushed in.  Wagsi, carrying a submachine gun on his back, jumped out of the car and shouted at the cave next to the valley: "Tony, he's coming! Are you ready?" The loud voice woke up the originally silent valley.  , Liu Xianghui and ten guerrillas who were ambushing here hurriedly emerged from the cave.

    "Do you see clearly?"

    "Of course, I saw it with my own eyes!" Wagsi, whose eyes were bloodshot due to taking too many drugs, was even more excited than Liu Xianghui, waving a submachine gun: "The convoy has already driven towards Benasque, and it will be there in half an hour at most.  Got there!¡±

    "Great! The Nazi executioner is finally here."

    ¡°God is helping us.¡±

    When they heard that Franco had finally arrived, the guerrillas who had been waiting for a long time became excited.  Liu Xianghui was even more excited than them, and quickly ordered everyone: "Let's start! Don't be stunned, pull the things out, we are going to do a big thing!" Under his command, Wagsi and the guerrillas immediately  Pushing aside the haystacks in the valley, there were three small wooden French Bazin gliders under the haystacks.  In front of every plane, there is a dilapidated truck parked.

    "Load the bomb and hang up the traction rope."

    "Cassie, go check the truck and don't let anything happen to our little baby."

    While shouting, Liu Xianghui and everyone first checked the two old British 7.7mm Lewis machine guns installed on the nose of the aircraft, and then moved three 400 kilograms of soil bombs out and stuffed them into the cabin.  These bombs were made by himself, filled with yellow explosives, and were no less powerful than those used by the military. They also had many rusty nails stuffed inside.  Finally, he stuffed several ten-liter gasoline barrels next to the bomb to increase the burning power after the explosion.  After hanging up the towing rope and pushing the plane to the slope of the valley, three pilots who had been trained during the Civil War were about to board the plane. As if he remembered something, he grabbed them and shouted to Wagsi: "General  ,Wait me a moment."

    "What's wrong?"

    "Wait" Liu Xianghui smiled pretending to be mysterious, returned to the cave, and took out a bottle of treasured vodka and a dozen quilts.  After filling up the wine, he looked around and saw that there was no one around. He immediately took out the special psychedelic potion he carried with him and sprinkled it into the cup. Then he picked up the tray and walked out.  "Comrades! According to our Chinese custom, we should have a drink first and wish you good luck!"

    "Okay, let's have a drink, for Catalonia!"

    ¡°For Greater Catalonia!¡±

    Everyone shouted slogans and stood up.  After finishing his drink, Liu Xianghui also took the opportunity to walk up to the three pilots, hold their hands tightly, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Comrades, for the sake of Catalonia! Please don't be afraid! When you see the target, rush down! Rush!"  Go down! For victory! Go down and kill him!" He repeated these words, looking into the eyes of the three of them, full of affection.  Such a performance made all the guerrillas admire them. It is such a noble international spirit for a foreigner to go through life and death for the dream of Greater Catalonia.  But little do they know that these suggestive words are actually a means of stimulation. When the pilot sees the target, under the influence of the strong medicine, he will forget about life and death and fly the plane towards the target desperately!

    "Okay, let's take off! The people will thank you!" Seeing the three pilots' faces burning with excitement, Liu Xianghui turned around, got into the cab of a truck himself, and then smiled slyly.  Pulled by the truck, the three gliders quickly broke away from the surface along the slope, relying on the undulating valley, and flew silently towards the small town of Benasque.  "General, it's time for us to leave." Liu Xianghui drove back to the original place until the plane disappeared behind the valley.  After jumping out of the car, he uncharacteristically took out a cloth bag from his pocket and stuffed all the wine glasses and bottles into it.  Several guerrillas were very curious, and Varghese came up and patted his shoulder: "Tony, you don't have to be so young Pa!"

    Before he finished speaking, a crisp gunshot exploded from everyone's ears.  Before several guerrillas could even react, they saw Wagsi's head explode suddenly, as if a large part of it had been bitten off by something, and blood gushed out from his neck.  Before they could react, the sound of 12.7mm sniper rifles sounded continuously.  But the strange thing is that as he watched the eight guerrillas around him fall down one by one, Liu Xianghui packed his bags and stuffed them into the cloth bag as if nothing had happened. Then he slowly pulled out his pistol and pointed it at those who were not dead.  Guerrillas.

    "You" A guerrilla who was not dead stared wide-eyed, but his voice solidified as soon as it reached his throat.  I saw seven or eight figures walking out of the woods behind Liu Xianghui, covered in brown and green, like devils, their faces almost covered, slowly emerging.  He swore that he had never seen such "shabby" clothing and such a high degree of disguise.sniper.  who are they?  When this thought arose, a black muzzle appeared on his forehead.  "Let's go well!" Liu Xianghui looked at him, slowly closed his eyes, and pulled the trigger without mercy.

    "Brother Liu, what should we do now?" After the hunters confirmed that no one was spared, the captain walked up to him and handed him a cigarette.  "Help me move them to the haystack." Liu Xianghui didn't say much, and asked the hunters to help move all the corpses to the haystack. After pouring gasoline on them, he took out the lighter, slowly squatted next to him, and muttered something.  .

    "Brother, what are you doing?" The hunters were confused.  Liu Xianghui looked at them, lit a cigarette, silently looked at the bodies of Wagsi and others burning in the flames, and took a deep breath: "Nothing, I just missed the last Purana and sent it to them."

    "Haha, you are still thinking about reciting sutras, why don't you think about whether the glider can succeed?"

    "What does it matter whether it succeeds or not? All they need is an excuse." Liu Xianghui knew very well how powerful the bomb he deployed was. As long as the pilot could rush within 20 meters, he would be hard-pressed to survive even if he was hiding in an armored vehicle.  So he read a poem quickly before blowing out the last smoke ring. He stood up staggeringly as if he was drunk. He took one last look at the snow-capped peaks in the distance and said with a smile: "In order to deceive them, I also drank."  I took some medicine, but I can't hold it anymore. You can knock me out later so I don't miss anything. Haha, if nothing happens, don't wake me up in the middle I've forgotten how many years have passed since I came out. Now  I just want to wake up and be at home.¡±

    The hunters listened quietly without speaking.  Compared with the thrilling situations they face on the verge of life and death every day, these intelligence agents silently lurking around the world are the real national heroes!  "Let's go." Seeing Liu Xianghui's face getting redder and redder, and his eyes gradually becoming manic, the hunter captain slashed the back of his neck with his palm, knocked him unconscious, and waved his hand over his shoulder.  When the hunter team quickly disappeared into the steep Pyrenees, in Benasque, a heavily protected armored convoy arrived along the river to the small town.

    "I hope they won't let the F¨¹hrer down again." Looking at the motorcade, Ribbentrop on the balcony sneered, picked up his coat and walked downstairs.

    Time froze at this moment!

    Ribbentrop, who had been looking forward to it for a long time, had just walked out of the hotel. Sunier had already opened the car door. Half of Franco's body was poked out of the armored vehicle. He looked at the German Foreign Minister in the distance opposite him with a smile, and opened his arms as if to  Give me a warm hug¡­.

    ¡°Whose plane is that?!¡±

    Since the glider made no sound and was surrounded by forests and cliffs, the guards did not discover the aircraft until the first glider suddenly jumped out of the valley.  "Whose plane is that?" Franco, the Spanish strongman with many years of war experience, immediately realized something was wrong!  Just as he was about to turn around and get back into the armored vehicle, the two Lewis machine guns on the nose of the glider had already swept over him.  "Click, click, click" The dense 7.7mm bullets hit the armored vehicle, hitting the steel plate and sparking countless sparks. It also frightened the guards and dragged Franco and Sunier to the post office next to them.  Li pull.  Ribbentrop was also completely stunned. Even when the German soldiers pushed him to the ground, his eyes were still on Franco's back.

    Seeing that Franco was about to get into the strong bluestone building of the post office, the pilot was originally a fanatical Catalan pro-democracy activist. After being fed a lot of special drugs, the only thing left in the pilot's mind was Liu Xianghui's "  Go down! Go down!" shouted wildly.

    "For Great Catalonia!" With a frantic cry, Ribbentrop's serious glider continued to zoom in, and finally hit Franco head-first!

    "Boom" A huge fireball rose into the sky from the glider. Franco, who had just been surrounded by soldiers and rushed into the post office door, suddenly felt a heat on his back and his whole body flew up.  Before anyone could figure out whether he was alive or dead, two more gliders rushed over and once again aimed at the post office and hit it hard.  Boom boom!  After two loud noises, the small post office built of solid bluestone, worse than a straw house, collapsed instantly

    "Heis he dead?"

    The glider¡¯s suicide collision left Ribbentrop and the German negotiating delegation stunned¡ª¡ª

    "This is it"

    In Ningbo Fuhua Machinery Factory, workers operate more than a dozen small stamping machines to punch thick iron sheets into two "butterfly wings" of varying thicknesses. The middle is cylindrical and there are hollow iron sheets on the "wings".  .  After the iron sheet is stamped, it is thrown into the basket next to it and then sent to the spray painting room. When the iron sheet is taken out, it has turned into a dark brown color like earth.  The female workers assembled the dried iron sheets and bolts produced by other factories into palm-sized iron butterflies, and poured packages of prepared, somewhat viscous liquid explosives into the bulging core., and finally use tweezers to gently install the spring pressure fuse produced by the Nanjing Naval Factory, and finally seal both ends of the core with nuts and insert it into a long wooden box separated by layers of partitions.

    "Marshal, look." Xu Huansheng pulled out a palm-sized finished product from the partition and placed it in the palm of his hand. He introduced it to military and political officials such as Yue Peng and Bingwen who came to inspect the preparations for the Ryukyu landing: "This is what we are going to put into the next step.  Japanese butterfly mine. The cylinder in the middle is the detonation cavity, and the thicker side of the two "wings" is the explosive cavity, containing 15 grams of liquid explosive. The thinner side is the stabilizing wing, only one millimeter thick, and the hollow part in the middle is on the aircraft  After being released, the airflow will pass through here to balance the flight and slow down the impact on the ground. Although it is small, it only weighs 65 grams, but it is very effective! Look, this is the explosion control bolt. After one turn before being released,  As long as there is ten kilograms of pressure, the liquid explosive in the explosive chamber will be squeezed into the detonation chamber from the small hole inside, releasing the firing pin Haha, even if the explosion does not kill him, 99% of the time it will break his leg.  !¡±

    "Hiss!"

    After Xu Huansheng¡¯s introduction, there was a sound of inhalation all around. Yue Peng even personally picked up a butterfly mine without explosives and asked while looking at it: ¡°This thing is good, how are you going to use it?¡±

    "April and May are the farming seasons in Japan. We are going to leave at night and sow it at low altitude on Japan's paddy fields and mountain trails. The colors on it are specially blended according to Japan's soil and mountain forests. As long as it is not  It's hard to spot if you're careful. We also developed a special mini-spreader to install it. The main bomb is loaded with 50 "bullets", and there are 60 mines in the bullets. In this way, a H-7 can carry about 20,000 mines.  . Based on an average of 15 to 20 spreads per mu, one H-7 can spread 1,000 acres. This kind of spreader is very simple and can be installed on a fighter or transport aircraft." Xu Huansheng put down the butterfly mine and continued: "The Ministry of Intelligence has calculated  Although there are about 50 million acres of farmland and forests in Japan, there are actually not many high-yielding paddy fields, so our goal is these high-yielding paddy fields! Together with other means, it is expected that Japan¡¯s grain output will be reduced by at least two percent by summer.  Success! Coupled with aviation mines and submarine blockades, Japan will have a serious food shortage by summer."

    Bingwen quickly calculated and said in surprise: "20%, at least tens of millions, it costs a lot, right?"

    "Haha don't worry, Commander." Xu Huansheng said with a smile: "Butterfly mines are simple to make and the cost is very low. The total cost is about two yuan each. Skilled workers can assemble hundreds or thousands of them in a day. A factory like this is  It was opened after the president proposed the 100,000 small factory plan at the end of last year. Now there are only more than 100 ordinary workers. With a little training, they can produce 100,000 pieces per month! There are currently about 200 butterfly mines manufacturing in the country.  Our factory has a monthly output of 3.5 million pieces. Including the previous reserves, we now have 20 million in inventory."

    "Good guy, 20 million! Even if a thousand mines blow off a leg, it will still be a casualty of 20,000 laborers!"

    "Haha." Xu Huansheng smiled but didn't answer.  In fact, if nighttime release is used, the 20,000 casualties during the busy farming season without any protective preparation will be far more than 20,000.  Although this is nothing compared to napalm, the psychological pressure and panic it causes is not small at all.  As long as all landmines cannot be cleared within one day, I am afraid no one will dare to go to the fields for farming.

    "Spread! Spread as early as possible." Yue Peng was not a kind-hearted person. He immediately realized the value of this kind of butterfly mine and said flatly: "If there are not enough bombers, let the transport planes come on board. Be sure to take advantage of this busy farming season to spread more."

    "yes."

    "I'll take you to the airport to see the Zimu Spreader Factory. It's not far from here." Xu Huansheng nodded. Just as he was about to take everyone to continue visiting the spreader factory, Yue Peng's secretary walked away quickly.  come over.

    "Marshal, urgent message from the General Staff. Spanish Prime Minister Francois dead!".

    (To be continued.)
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