The next morning, two BMW motorcycles rushed into a valley less than fifty kilometers away from Benasque. Wagsey, carrying a submachine gun, jumped out of the car and shouted at the cave beside the valley: "Tony, he is here! Are you ready?" His loud voice woke up the originally quiet valley. Liu Xianghui and ten guerrillas lying here hurriedly came out of the cave.

"Did you see clearly?"

"Of course, I saw it with my own eyes!" Wagsy, whose eyes were covered in bloodshot due to taking too many drugs, was even more excited than Liu Xianghui, and waved his submachine gun: "The convoy has already sailed towards Benasque and will be there at most half an hour!"

"Great! This Nazi executioner is finally here."

“God is helping us.”

When I heard that Franco had finally arrived, the guerrillas who had been waiting for a long time were excited. Liu Xianghui was even more excited than them and hurriedly directed everyone: "Then start! Don't be stunned, pull out the things, we have to do a big thing!" Under his command, Wagsey and the guerrillas immediately pushed away the haystacks in the valley. Under the haystack were three small wooden French Bazan gliders. A dilapidated truck was parked in front of each plane.

"Pack the bomb and hang the traction rope."

"Cassi, go check the truck and don't let our little one have any problems."

While shouting, Liu Xianghui and everyone checked the two old British 7.7mm Lewis machine guns installed at the nose, and then moved three 400 kilograms of earth bombs out and stuffed them into the cabin. These bombs were made by him by himself, filled with yellow explosives, and their power was not worse than military use. Many rusty iron nails were also stuffed inside. Finally, he stuffed several ten-liter gasoline barrels on the edge of the bomb to increase the combustion power after the explosion. After hanging up the traction rope and pushing the plane to the slope of the valley, three pilots who had been trained during the Civil War were about to get on the plane. He grabbed them as if he remembered something, shouted at Waghesy: ​​"General, wait for me."

"What's wrong?"

"Wait..." Liu Xianghui smiled mysteriously, returned to the cave, took out a bottle of treasured vodka and a dozen quilts. After pouring the wine, he saw that there was no one around him, and immediately took out the special psychedelic potion he carried with him and sprinkled it into the cup. Then he picked up the tray from afar. "Comrades! According to our Chinese habits, we should have a drink first, and wish you a smooth life!"

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

“For the Grand Catalonia!”

Everyone shouted slogans and tilted them all. After drinking, Liu Xianghui took the opportunity to walk to the three pilots, held their hands tightly, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Comrades, for the sake of Grand Catalonia! Please don't be afraid! When you see the target, rush down! For victory! When you rush down and kill him!" These words he repeated, looking at the eyes of the three people, full of affection. Such performance made the guerrillas look respectful. What a noble international spirit is a foreigner who can live and die for the dream of Grand Catalonia. But they didn't know that these words with hints are actually a stimulating means. When the pilot sees the target, under the influence of the strong potion, he will forget life and death and rush towards the target regardless of everything!

"Okay, take off! People will thank you!" Seeing that the three pilots were so hot that their faces were aroused by him, Liu Xianghui turned his head, took the cab of a truck, and then smiled sly. Under the guidance of the truck, the three gliders quickly left the surface along the slope, and flew silently toward the small town of Benasque. "General, it's time for us to leave too." Until the plane disappeared behind the valley, Liu Xianghui returned to the place. After jumping out of the car, he took out a cloth bag from his pocket and stuffed all the wine glass and bottle just now. Several guerrillas were curious, and Wagsi even walked up and patted his shoulder: "Tony, don't be so small...bang!"

Before they could finish their words, a crisp gunshot exploded from everyone's ears. Before several guerrillas even responded, they saw Waggssi's head suddenly explode, as if half of it was bitten by something, and blood surged out from his neck. Before they could react, the 12.7mm sniper rifle sounded continuously. But strangely, seeing the eight guerrillas around him falling down one by one, Liu Xianghui packed his bags like nothing happened, and then slowly pulled out his pistol and pointed it at the guerrillas who were not dead.

"You..." A guerrilla who was not dead widened his eyes, but his voice frozen as soon as it reached his throat. Seven or eight figures that were covered with brown and green all over their bodies, like a devil, slowly emerged. He swore that he had never seen a sniper wearing such a "ragged" and a high degree of disguise. Who are they? When this idea arose, a black muzzle appeared on his forehead. "Let's go!" Liu Xianghui looked at him, slowly closed his eyes, and pulled the trigger without any pity.

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

"Brother, what are you doing?" The hunters were confused. Liu Xianghui looked at them, lit a cigarette, silently looked at the bodies of Wagxi and others burning in the flames, and took a deep breath: "It's nothing, I just miss the previous sutra of rebirth, and send them off."

"Haha, you still have the heart to recite scriptures, why don't you think about whether the glider can succeed?"

"What does it matter if it succeeds? All they need is an excuse." Liu Xianghui knew very well how powerful the bomb he had arranged was. As long as the pilot could rush within twenty meters, it would be difficult to escape even if he hid in an armored vehicle. So he read the article quickly, before he spit out the last smoke ring, and stood up like a drunken person. Finally, he looked at the snow-capped mountain peak in the distance, and smiled: "I just drank some medicine to deceive them, but now I can't hold on. You can knock me out later so that I won't be able to make a mistake. Haha, if it's okay, don't wake me up halfway... I've forgotten this for many years, and I want to wake up now, and I'm already at home."

The hunters listened quietly without saying anything. Compared with their thrilling moments on the edge of life and death every day, these intelligence personnel who were silently lurking around the world are the real national heroes! "Let's go." Seeing Liu Xianghui's face getting redder and his eyes gradually became manic, the captain of the hunter slashed his neck with a palm, knocked him unconscious, and waved his hand. When the hunter team quickly disappeared into the steep Pyrenees, in Benasque, a well-protected armored convoy arrived at the small town along the river.

"I hope they won't let the head of state down again." Looking at the convoy, Ribintrov on the balcony sneered a sneer on the corner of his mouth, picked up his coat and walked downstairs.

Time solidified at this moment!

Ribbintrov, who had been waiting for a long time, just walked out of the hotel. Sunel had already opened the car door. Franco's half of his body poked out from the armored car. He smiled and looked at the German foreign minister in the distance opposite, spreading his arms as if he wanted to have a warm hug......

"Whose plane is that?!"

Because the glider was soundless and surrounded by forests and cliffs, the guards did not discover the plane until the first glider suddenly jumped out of the valley. "Whose plane is that?" The strongest man in Spain, Franco, who had many years of war experience, immediately realized something was wrong! Just as he was about to turn his head and drill back to the armored vehicle, the two Lewis machine guns at the front of the glider had swept over. "Dadada..." The dense 7.7mm bullets hit the armored vehicle, hitting the steel plate and stirring countless Mars. The guards were so scared that they pulled and pulled Franco and Sunel into the post office next to them. Ribbentrop was completely stunned, and even when the German soldiers pressed him to the ground, their eyes were still on Franco's back.

Seeing that Franco was about to get into the solid bluestone house of the post office, the originally fanatical Catalan ** molecule was filled with a lot of special potions, the pilot's only shouts of Liu Xianghui's "Roar down! Rush down!" were left in his mind.

"For the Grand Catalonia!" Amid a wild shout, Ribintrov's serious glider continued to zoom in, and finally crashed into Franco's back!

"Boom..." A huge ball of fireballs soared from the glider. Franco, who had just been surrounded by soldiers, rushed into the post office gate, suddenly felt a heat behind him and flew up. Before everyone could figure out his life and death, two more gliders rushed over and hit the post office again. Boom! After two loud bangs, the small post office built with solid bluestone was even worse than a straw house and collapsed instantly...

"He...he's dead?"

The suicide impact of the glider left Ribbintrop and the German negotiator stunned.

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“That’s it….”

In Ningbo Fuhua Machinery Factory, workers built more than a dozen small presses to stamp the thick iron sheet into two "butterfly wings" with different thicknesses. The middle was cylindrical, and there were hollow iron sheets on the "wings". After the iron sheets were stamped, they were thrown into the basket next to them and then sent to the paint spray room. When the iron sheets were taken out, they had already appeared dark brown like soil. The female workers assembled the dried iron sheets and bolts produced by other factories into iron butterflies the size of palms, poured a bag of prepared and some sticky liquid explosives into the bulging core in the middle. Finally, they gently installed the spring pressure fuse produced by the Nanjing Navy Factory with tweezers, and finally sealed the two ends of the core with nuts and inserted them into a long wooden box separated by layers of partitions.

"Marson, look." Xu Huansheng pulled out a finished product as big as a palm from the partition and placed it in his palm. He introduced to military and political officials such as Yue Peng and Bingwen, who had inspected the preparations for the landing in Ryukyu, and said: "This is the next step for our Butterfly Thunder to be placed in Japan. The cylinder in the middle is the detonation chamber. The two "wings" thick side is the explosive chamber, which contains 15 grams of liquid explosives. The thin side is the stabilized wing, which is only one millimeter thick, and the middle is hollowed out.

After the plane is released, the airflow will pass through here, which will balance the flight and slow down the impact of landing. Don’t look at it as small as 65 grams, but it has a very effective effect! Look, this is an explosion control bolt. After the placement is forward, as long as there is a pressure of ten kilograms, the liquid explosive in the explosive cavity will be squeezed into the explosion cavity from the small hole inside, releasing the firing needle... Haha, even if it cannot be killed, 99% of the legs will be broken!"

"Shit!"

After Xu Huansheng introduced, a breath of breath suddenly sounded around him. Yue Peng even picked up a butterfly thunder without explosives and asked while looking at it: "This thing is good, how do you plan to use it?"

"April and May are the farming season in Japan. We are preparing to set off at night and then sow it low on Japan's paddy fields and mountain trails. The colors on it are specially formulated according to Japan's soil and forests, and it is difficult to find it if you are not careful. We have also developed a special mother-child spreader to load it. The mother-cylinders loaded 50 "bullets" and there are 60 thunders in the bullets. This way, a H-7 can carry about 20,000 thunders. According to the average of 15 to 20 per mu, a H-7 can be spread 1.

000 acres. This spreader is very simple and can be installed on fighter jets or transport aircraft." Xu Huansheng put down the butterfly thunder and continued: "The Intelligence Department has calculated that although Japan can cultivate farmland and forests, there are actually not many high-yield paddy fields, so our goal is these high-yield paddy fields! In addition to other means, it is expected that Japan's grain production can be reduced by at least 20% by summer! With aviation mines and submarine blockade and other means, Japan will have a serious shortage of food in the summer."

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

"Haha... Commander, don't worry." Xu Huansheng smiled and said, "Butterfly thunder is simple to make and the cost is very low. It is about two yuan per total. Skilled workers assemble hundreds or thousands of them in a day. This factory was opened after the president proposed a plan of 100,000 small factories at the end of the year before. Now there are only more than one hundred ordinary workers. After a little training, they can make 100,000 yuan per month! There are about two hundred factories of this size in the country that are producing thunders of this size, with a monthly output of 3.5 million. With the previous reserves, we now have 20 million in stocks."

"Good guy, 20 million! Even if a thousand thunders breaks a leg, it will be a casualty and injury to 20,000 laborers!"

"Haha." Xu Huansheng smiled and didn't respond. In fact, if night delivery is used, there are far more than 20,000 casualties in the busy farming season without any protection. Although this is nothing compared to napalm bombs, the psychological pressure and panic it causes is not small at all. As long as all mines cannot be eliminated in one day, no one dares to go to the fields to farm.

"Scatter! Spread as soon as possible." Yue Peng is not a kind person. He immediately realized the value of this butterfly thunder and said decisively: "If there are insufficient bombers, please let the transport planes spread more during this busy farming season."

"yes."

"I'll take you to the airport to see the mother-child spreader factory, nowhere is it..." Xu Huansheng nodded. Just as he was about to take everyone to continue visiting the spreader factory, Yue Peng's secretary walked over quickly.

"Marson, the urgent telegram from the General Staff. Spanish Prime Minister Franco... is dead!"
Chapter completed!