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Chapter 1135: Extra-large Blower

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    "Monk, what are you thinking about? Do you want to fly all day long?" Qin Baoshan said there.  Does such a small fart need to be done by God?

    Hearing Qin Baoshan's words, Wei Dayong was not annoyed, scratched his head there, and said to Qin Baoshan: "Director Qin, you know my mind best, I just want to fly every day, it's much more fun than being on the ground  .¡±

    This Wei Dayong really pushes forward, and wants to fly every day, which is more fun than being on the ground?  Qin Baoshan gave him a blank look there, and then said: "Don't stand there in a daze, do it quickly."

    Hearing Qin Baoshan's words, Wei Dayong was a little at a loss: "What should I do next? You shouldn't ask me to throw this bag directly into the sky, and then let these chili noodles fly over. I'm not so  Great skill. I'm just a monk, not a strong man, nor a magician."

    "Monk, I found that your mouth has become poor since you came back. You still know about magicians, who taught you?" Qin Baoshan said: "Where is there so much nonsense, didn't you see that there are still things in the car?"

    It was only at this time that Wei Dayong discovered that in addition to these bags of chili noodles, there were some round things on the carriage.  Seeing this thing, Wei Dayong understood that it was a hand blower.

    He had seen it on the blacksmith's iron furnace. Not long after the Eighth Route Army military factory started operating, the blacksmith used this kind of hand blower. Wei Dayong also beat it at that time.

    "Brother Baoshan, your brain is really a good thing. How did you come up with so many new things?" Li Yunlong sighed there, and at this time he naturally knew Qin Baoshan's intentions.

    The sentence that the brain is a good thing sounds ambiguous, because the next sentence is that it's a pity you don't have one.  Qin Baoshan smiled there, and didn't tell Li Yunlong it's a pity you don't have this sentence.  For fear of hitting him too hard.

    "Lao Li, these are the wisdom and strength of our people. The leaders have taught us that the power and wisdom of the people are endless. Well, let's do it now." Qin Baoshan said, planning to put  All equipment is turned on.

    The hand blower is placed on one side, and blows air towards the sky through the hand blower.  Then just sprinkle the chili noodles on the upper end of the hand blower, and the chili noodles will be blown into the sky driven by the wind.  As long as these chili noodles are blown into the sky, they will be blown to Laojun Mountain under the existing westerly wind.

    Several hand blowers are started together, so that the wind generated is strong enough.

    But before it was opened, Wei Dayong spoke there: "Director Qin, these hand blowers may not be powerful enough, right? Don't we have those paragliding parachutes? Just turn on those engines, even if only one  Taiwan, the wind is definitely strong enough."

    Hearing this, Qin Baoshan's eyes lit up, and he said to Li Yunlong: "Old Li, you see it. This is called the wisdom and strength of the people. The monk's idea this time is a good one. Monk, don't you want to bring one?"  "

    Of course, the wind power of the hand blower is not strong enough, but Qin Baoshan has no other choice.  After all, the military factory is still seriously short of power machinery and equipment, and it is impossible to dismantle a machine from there and use it.  Qin Baoshan didn't expect to have a qualified hair dryer on hand.

    When using a paraglider, a small gasoline engine will be carried behind the human body to drive a propeller to drive people to fly in the sky. The airflow blown by the propeller is definitely big enough.

    When Qin Baoshan said this, Wei Dayong also felt a little embarrassed. He continued to scratch his head and said: "Three cobblers are better than Zhuge Liang, and I am just that cobbler. I will go get it quickly."

    Wei Dayong has always been good at hands-on, and when he can do it, he will never use his brain.  It's just a little different now. Now Wei Dayong thinks about how to take a paraglider to the sky every day, so he naturally hangs this kind of equipment in his mind. Now Qin Baoshan's hand blower is obviously not as suitable as using that one. Immediately  Just thought of it.

    Having received Qin Baoshan's compliment, Wei Dayong was so happy, he ran away in a hurry, and soon came back with the engine on his back.

    Qin Baoshan is also full of confidence at this time: "Okay, let's do it. Let's let the little devil taste our good things this time."

    Amidst the humming of the engine, the one-meter-diameter propeller rotated, blowing a huge airflow.  The chili noodles were shoveled to the front of the propeller by shovel by shovel, and then flew into the sky, heading towards Laojun Mountain opposite.

    At this time, Laojun Mountain was in a mess.  The little devils insisted on covering their mouths with towels.

    Some people have already started to roll their eyes;Clutching their chests, they couldn't breathe; some clutched their throats and rolled on the ground in pain, and rolled down the mountain, falling unconscious.

    Takeo Fujioka covered his mouth with a towel and persisted there.  Beside him, Aono Saburo coughed and spoke indistinctly.

    "Your Excellency, Commander of the Brigade. We can't wait any longer. If this continues, we're afraid we'll all be broken. Why don't we rush out and fight our way while we still have combat power?"

    Hearing Saburo Aono's words, Takeo Fujioka shook his head there.  Now the Eighth Route Army is forcing them down.  If there is no such smoke, then they can still make a way if they go down.  but now.  Under the stimulation of this smoke, they were already in a panic, and it could even be said that half of their lives had been lost.  It would be nice to have the strength to hold a gun.  If you rush down at this time, you will simply go down and die.

    Takeo Fujioka knew he had failed this time.  If their independent mixed brigade can go back alive, they will definitely become a laughing stock.  But he can't make mistakes. A basic principle is that whatever the Eighth Route Army wants them to do, they must not do that.

    There are 2,000 cavalrymen from the Eighth Route Army below. If they rush down, can they still survive?  Takeo Fujioka doesn't believe in the combat effectiveness of the current troops.

    But if it is here, there is no chance of winning.  The smoke is so powerful, how long can the towels they have on hand last?

    When thinking of this, Takeo Fujioka felt pain in his hands, face and mouth.  He replaced his right hand with his left hand to hold the towel.  Then he spread his right hand in front of his eyes, only then did he realize that the place where the fingers of his right hand touched the towel had begun to rot.

    A large amount of sulfur dioxide penetrated into the towel and turned into sulfuric acid. He held the towel with his right hand, which was equivalent to reaching into the sulfuric acid with his right hand.  Even if the current concentration of sulfuric acid is still very low, it will not be able to bear it after a long time.  Fujioka knew that at this time, his mouth, nose, and places blocked by towels must be the same.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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