My own war game

Chapter 52 Christine's Secret Weapon

Clap!

call! ! !
As the glass bottle shattered, a raging fire instantly started on the opponent's tank. With just one shot, the flanks of the Mark IV tank were completely covered in fire. When the second bottle hit, the entire outer surface of the opponent's vehicle was on fire.

The Mark IV tank was originally a stuffy tank, and the temperature inside it rose rapidly. The external armor that was originally used for protection became a teppanyaki for frying steaks, and soon exceeded the limit that the human body could withstand.

What’s even more terrifying is that the first generation of tanks were not well sealed, and they even had special observation holes to ensure visibility. The burning liquid seeped in through these gaps and easily ignited the passengers inside.

Ah ah ah ah! ! ! ! !

A horrible howl came from inside the tank, and there were banging sounds coming from the top of the tank. The entry to this type of tank is locked on all four sides, and it takes several steps to open it. It doesn't feel like anything on a normal day, but at this moment it becomes a death warrant for the members inside.

A full minute passed before the tank's lid was opened. Two German soldiers, covered in flames, crawled out shouting. They took only two steps before falling to the ground and not moving. Then the entire tank fell into silence.

Although it felt cruel, now was not the time to sympathize with the opponent. He Chi picked up two other Molotov cocktails and wanted to do the same to the second tank.

However, the Mark IV tank behind saw the friendly forces on fire and immediately began to reverse, while three machine guns fired at He Chi's hiding place like water.

The Molotov cocktail that He Chi threw with difficulty fell to the ground 7 or 8 meters in front of him, setting fire to a piece of dead branches, but ultimately did not damage the second tank on the opposite side.

"Damn it! It's bad!" He Chi cursed inwardly. He was careless and did not calculate the attack distance well, so he only destroyed one tank.

Now the remaining tank was obviously frightened by the miserable condition of its companions, and tried desperately to create a safe distance from the guys on the opposite side who were throwing strange weapons, and then suppressed He Chi's hiding place with machine gun fire.

Fortunately, the distance between the two sides was less than 75 meters, which was beyond the attack elevation angle of the mm artillery, otherwise it would have been hit by a single shot.

He Chi, who had lost the suddenness of his attack, fell into a very embarrassing situation. If he wanted to attack the opponent, he had to get up and chase him, but before he caught up, the three machine guns had already shot him into a rag doll.

At this time, the people in the manor also saw He Chi's predicament.

"What's wrong?" Christine, who had just cheered for He Chi, turned and asked Lieutenant Jason.

The lieutenant shook his head. "Not far enough."

"What distance is not enough?"

"The normal throwing distance is between 40 and 50 meters. He Chi has better physical fitness, so he can only throw 60 meters away. Now the big guy on the opposite side is nearly meters away from He. But as soon as He stands up, he will be hit by the opponent immediately." The French lieutenant gestured with his hand to indicate the distance between the two sides.

"Is there any way?" the blonde asked anxiously.

"Unless we can increase He Chi's bombing distance by several dozen meters, there is really no other way."

"Increase several dozen meters..." Christine looked at the Oriental man in the distance who was pressed down and couldn't raise his head. She bit her lips lightly, thought silently for a moment, and then resolutely tied up her blonde hair.

"I'll go help He!" The girl left this sentence, picked up a glass bottle and dug out of the hiding place.

After all, she was not a soldier, and Christine's skills were not as agile as those of men. She fell several times while walking through the rubble. Fortunately, the tank's attention was attracted by He Chi, so she was not shot on the road.

"Lower your head! What are you doing here?" He Chi asked Christine who was approaching from behind.

"I'll help you. I can help you throw the bottle at that guy!" Christine shouted into He Chi's ear amid the roar of the machine gun. "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 action surprised He Chi. The girl actually reached her hand into her dress, then pulled it down, and a long pair of stockings appeared in her hand.

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He Chi looked at the stockings still warm from the female reporter's hand to him in amazement, and then a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

"What you mean is... I understand!" He Chi reached out and took the soft thing.

The Molotov cocktail was completely stuffed into the stockings. The stockings, which had great elasticity and ductility, were pulled very long. He Chi made a small hole in the stockings to expose the mouth of the bottle, lit the gauze at the end, held the stockings high above his head with one hand, and spun it rapidly.

Like a shot put, the Molotov cocktail circled above He Chi's head. Then he waited for a gap in the opponent's shooting, suddenly stood up, released his hand and threw it out with force!

Silk Stockings pulled the Molotov cocktail and turned into a high-flying bird, drawing a beautiful parabola and diving headfirst into the tank on the opposite side.

Ten rings!

call! ! !
Another Mark IV tank also caught fire, but it had not yet lost its ability to move and was still trying to reverse and retreat.

Another pair of stockings was handed to He Chi, and a dozen seconds later the second Molotov cocktail flew out.

The fire completely covered the tank, and the huge steel guy stopped moving.

The battlefield was eerily silent, and the French squad was stunned. No one had expected that the seemingly invincible steel behemoth would fall to a combination of glass Molotov cocktails and women's stockings.

"It's time to go back before the Germans react." He Chi whispered in Christine's ear, but found that the girl was almost collapsed.

"I...I may not be able to stand up." Christine said weakly, having exhausted all her courage after her previous actions.

"Hmm..." He Chi hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hands, grabbed the female reporter's smooth legs, held her horizontally in his arms, and then walked towards the French position.

At this moment, there was complete silence in the German position, but from the French side, Lieutenant Jason's excited whistle was heard.

Christine blushed and buried her head in the Oriental man's chest.

Under everyone's gaze, He Chi handed Christine 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 good weapon."

"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 losing two of the most advanced tanks, but also causing dozens of people to suffer burns of varying degrees.

The French had developed a new type of incendiary bomb at some point in time. With the help of an unknown launch system, the attack distance could reach over 100 meters, and the German army's charging troops suffered heavy losses.

But until the end of the war, the German soldiers involved in this battle did not know how the other side used to throw incendiary bombs so far.

(End of this chapter)