The Rise of the Scum of the Heavens

Chapter 107: Nineteen Hours of Life and Death ([-])

In the sound of 'hi~', Bamboo Leaf, who was playing with the radio, suddenly sucked in a breath of cold air.

The main reason was that in the previous battle, his left arm was pierced by a bullet; fortunately, no bones were injured at that time, which belonged to a penetrating wound with one shot and two eyes.

The problem is that his left arm, which was hastily wrapped, is now hung around his neck, as long as his movements are a little bigger, it will immediately really hurt him badly.

Of course!Compared to the task at hand, such injuries and pain are nothing to Zhuye.

What should be said or not, the middle-aged warehouse manager stole it from his own father, no!It should be a borrowed old antique radio station, which is quite advanced at this time.

On the one hand, this thing has a CW mode, which is the function of sending Morse code and sending and receiving telegrams.

On the other hand, it also has the SSB mode, that is, with a large earphone, a large microphone in hand, and the call function of 'hello, hello, hello~' in the mouth.

But while this thing is powerful, it also means that the operation is more complicated.

In short, in the intermittent time, the low-voltage electrician of a communication operator who took time to read the data for a few hours felt that the specific operation method gave him a severe headache.

Special!I seem to understand some things, but I don't seem to understand anything.

In Hu Biao's explanation, he realized that such a radio station and his own operations might have affected the lives of the team and the dozens of indigenous people in the supplementary battalion.

Bamboo leaves in this modern plane, it can be said that a middle-aged man with a very low sense of presence feels that his pressure is as huge as a mountain.

In contrast, the troubles that I have in the modern plane are like the boss who never died, the first love that I couldn't get back then, and the yellow-faced woman who was not gentle at all.

All of the above are nothing at all.

If he had a choice, he was even willing to hold a bundle of grenades and charge into the devils to detonate them for a hundred times.

But he also knew that dying was actually easy in many cases, but in many cases it was the hardest thing to live and do everything possible to complete the task.

Then, this middle-aged man who had accomplished nothing before, just realized...

With only one intact right hand, he connected the old lead-acid battery as the power source, pulled the antenna to the longest distance and then erected it. After fiddling with it three or four times, Zhuye finally finished turning on the radio.

After plugging all kinds of wires into suitable positions, after tossing out a sweat bead on his forehead, Zhu Ye finally successfully made all the preparations.

Then came the question of bullshit.

After he breathed a sigh of relief, he turned to Hu Biao, who was looking at him eagerly, and said:

"Commander, everything is ready now on the radio station. According to the documentation, this thing has two modes: sending and talking. Which mode are you going to use to contact the commander's department?

If the sending mode is used, the limited communication distance can be very long; but I have never sent such an operation before, and the speed may be relatively slow.

If you use the call mode, according to the instructions in the manual, the maximum effective straight-line distance of this thing is 4.8 kilometers; if it is further away, it is estimated that the other party cannot hear anything. "

"Of course it was sent." Hu Biao made a decisive decision.

Say it!In his thoughts, it is not necessary to contact the highest commander's department, as long as it is a higher level unit than the 67th Division.

At that time, whether it is begging or rolling around on the ground.

Or to be harsh, as long as reinforcements are brought in.

However, the effective straight-line distance of 4.8 kilometers is really too short. Within such a small range, it is estimated that there will be no suitable contact units.

Therefore, it is still a one-step process, and it is better to contact the Supreme Commander directly.

After hearing the words, Bamboo Leaf still showed the attitude that a qualified team member should have towards his commander.

He said with a good attitude: "Okay, then Commander, please give me the communication frequency of the commander's department, and the codebook for communication; this is the first time I have played with this, and only one hand can be used. It may be a little slow, Commander, please understand a little."

Then, he saw Hu Biao's death on the street, his face turned black like a pot-bottomed death.

As a modern person, a modern person who has watched various movies and TV dramas and Internet articles for a long time, Hu Biao of course knows that the two parties who use telegrams need to contact the frequency of such things.

And it involves some important departments, and naturally there are various codebooks.

In many spy movies, the enemy and I break the skull, isn't it just for this thing?

But the crux of the problem is that he didn't forget it because he had too many things after crossing over, and his personal emotions were more anxious.

For this reason, this guy gave a weak suggestion after swallowing a mouthful of saliva:

"What! How about we use the call mode to contact the surrounding area to see if we can contact other radio stations, and then find a way to ask for help."

After being stunned for a while, it was Zhuye who realized what the situation was.

In my heart, there was no more respect for Hu Biao, the so-called commander.

"This is a dead man, if I don't die this time, I must find an opportunity to kick him a few times." In his heart, he silently made a determination.

However, with determination, he still followed Hu Biao's instructions and began to mobilize the frequency like a chance.

I hope that in this backward year, I can run into a more reliable radio station, preferably a radio station, so that the information here can be spread to the greatest extent possible, and things will become a big problem.

If it really doesn't work, it would be nice if a big man happened to listen to it on the radio.

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What Hu Biao and the others didn't know was that the 4.8-kilometer straight-line distance actually covered a fairly large area.

More importantly, in 33, there were 72 commercial radio stations in the Republic of China, of which more than half of the headquarters and studios were located in the magic capital.

They rarely release current political information. They basically release some commercial news for a fee in addition to playing records, Buddhist scriptures, and telling stories.

Based on cost considerations, such commercial radio stations are distributed throughout the entire Magic City area.

Their specific power, from a minimum of 3 watts to a maximum of 1000 watts.

It's just that whether Hu Biao and the others can contact one, and which one they are contacting, it is completely unknown...

'Xianyin Radio Station' is a small commercial radio station located on the edge of Xuhui. It belongs to the kind of business that is quite difficult and will close down at some point.

Because the power of the machine is limited, the radio waves can cover the entire urban area of ​​the magic city, and barely spread to the surrounding areas.

(The above radio station is made up by the author of the street, if it really hits, please notify the author to correct it)

In the small director's office next to the studio, the middle-aged director Zhou Jianping was distracted, looking at a piece of financial data in his hand.

What troubled him so much was the radio's worsening financial situation.

The main reason is this war started by the damned devils; the so-called nest has been destroyed, and many people in the country have now become an extravagant hope to survive. What business environment is there to speak of.

As a result, not many businessmen come to the radio station to release commercial information and advertisements.

At this moment, the door of his room was suddenly pushed open; then Mrs. Zhou, who was also a part-time announcer, took his hand involuntarily and rushed towards the equally small studio.

It was in the studio, and there was a deep baritone voice, saying some explosive content:

Hello compatriots!This is the Luodian battlefield, a salient position at the forefront. We are the defenders of the Supplementary Battalion of the Soviet Security Regiment, and I am Lieutenant Colonel Hu Biao, deputy head of the regiment.

The reason why he took the liberty to use the radio to communicate with the outside world under the current war situation and crisis.

That's because we are currently surrounded by devils, and there are not one out of ten combatants. We are in urgent need of replenishment of various combat supplies such as soldiers and ammunition, and we have no other means of communication with our superiors.

It is our duty to die in battle for our country.

But the salient position we stick to is the most important support point on the Luodian battlefield, and Luodian is the key to this war.

to this end……

After hearing this, Zhou Jianping was instantly stunned.

He knew that whether it was for this Guo Jia or for the survival of his own small radio station, the above content must be broadcast immediately.

It has to be done right away, right away, quickly.

Chapter 108: Nineteen Hours of Life and Death ([-])

With the sound of 'bang dang~', Hu Biao put down the microphone in his hand, and ended the call with the manager of the broadcast station who claimed to be 'Tian Yin'.

to be frank!Hu Biao was not sure about many things.

He is not sure if the situation here, and if he has exhausted his grandson, sensational, and sloppy ways to ask for help, after being broadcast by the radio station that he has never heard of, can play any role.

When will the expected reinforcements come, and will they come in the end?

The problem is that the above is all he can do now.

At the same time, Hu Biao was also deeply aware of one point; if the people in the senior officials' department could listen to their requests for help through the radio station, then the devil's side could do the same.

Although in the content of the request for help, he consciously did a little secret farming, and did not reveal more details of the position foolishly.

But in order to sell miserable, or to gain more sympathy.

This guy was deliberately taking the situation on the ground. He said that if there is no reinforcements coming for a while, the supplementary battalion will soon be thrown into the streets, and the entire army will be completely destroyed.

In this way, there is a big possibility that the reinforcements dispatched by the senior officials have not arrived yet, but the powerful attack of the devils is coming sooner, intending to take the opportunity to pick up a big bargain.

So in response to such a crisis, Hu Biao beckoned, Yang Dongli, Xu Feng, AT and other veterans gathered.

In addition, Sinner, Qingshan, and Fatty performed well. Next time, they planned to develop into the team as newcomers as possible, but they were also present at the meeting.

Among them, Qing Shan and Fat Zhi were too carried over to participate in such a meeting.

The main purpose of such a meeting is to gather the intelligence of everyone to discuss a good solution, a way to hold the position at least until the reinforcements arrive.

After the meeting started, because of the bad mood in everyone's heart, some unpleasant things happened to each other.

At the beginning, when faced with such a scene, a few newcomers felt a little bit worried and afraid at the same time.

I am worried that such a meeting atmosphere will affect the event.

But soon, they don't have to worry about that.

Because in Hu Biao and the others' disputes and abuse, it didn't affect them at all, and a reliable solution was negotiated.

The only pity is that this method is too bloody and cruel...

In front of everyone in the supplementary battalion, the swordsman and Yang Dongli opened the two backpacks they had been carrying under Hu Biao's instructions, and then poured out the contents against the ground.

Immediately, a metal crashing sound of 'ding ding ding ding dong' sounded crisply in everyone's ears.

At the same time, it also made the surviving people on the battlefield, for a while, only a piece of gold and silver light remained in their eyes. The beautiful luster of precious metals and wealth represented by these was completely dumbfounded.

That's because from these two backpacks, all that was poured out were valuable goodies.