Chapter 27 Artillery Position

The team walked down the high ground and walked along the path for a while. The fire behind them became darker and darker, and soon they turned into the darkness. At this time, the soldiers breathed a sigh of relief and all of them secretly wiped their sweat. Zhang Fafu and Yang Minle's feet became even weaker, and they found a stone by the roadside and were about to sit down.

"What are you doing?" Seeing this, I quickly shouted in a low voice: "Continue to move forward, where is this place? Do you still want to sit?"

"Yes!" Zhang Fafu and Yang Minle did not dare to neglect them, and responded in a low voice and hurriedly stood up to follow the team.

"Captain..." After walking for a while, Zhang Fafu seemed to remember something, walked a few steps and rushed up and asked in a low voice: "Captain, your injury..."

"Shut up!" I frowned and replied impatiently: "You two say something to me, believe it or not, I will kill you!"

"Yes!" Zhang Fafu soon realized that he had made another mistake, and quickly turned aside with his face blushed.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart. This is inexperienced, but I just left the enemy's defense line a few steps away, and there were Americans everywhere in the darkness. They still dared to speak Chinese on this road. If any American is suspicious...

Fortunately, the weather was already very cold at this time. The American soldiers who were used to living a comfortable life either hid in tents to sleep, or gathered together to cook fire beside the fire, and even sentries were the same. This was a bargain. The group walked along the path silently for more than ten minutes, and no one came up to interrogate, and they passed through the US military's base without any danger.

The target is not far from the US military's defense line, only a few kilometers away. Wang Xianru then acted as a tour guide, leading the way forward while comparing with the map. Although I am the supreme leader of this army, I really have no confidence in my sense of direction. Now, even in the city where I have lived for several years, I often get lost, and for this, I missed a girl who has a good impression of me. The reason is that when I was on the appointment, I actually went in the wrong direction. As a result, the two of them were in the east and the other, waiting for each other for one night...

This was even more true when I was in North Korea. To me, every road and every mountain in North Korea seemed to look the same. Because of this, every time I march, I always like to hand over the map to a tour guide or subordinate who is familiar with the terrain. Occasionally, I just need to ask where I have gone and how long it will take to reach my destination.

In order not to let my subordinates find out that I was blind, I was very careful to ask the last time every half an hour. But this time, I didn’t need to do this, because before I could speak, Wang Xianru followed the map and pointed to a hill not far away and said, “Here, that’s the 394.8 Highland!”

"Well!" Although I had known for a long time that the march was not long, I was used to walking for a few days after leaving, but this time I arrived at the destination so quickly, which still surprised me.

He took the soldiers to hide in the snow, grabbed the telescope hanging on his chest and looked at the high ground. The first thing that caught his eye were a few dazzling lamp posts. They fought with the US military for so long, and you could tell at a glance that they were searchlights. However, unlike the searchlights in other positions, the searchlights on other positions were all rotating on the key areas under the surveillance high ground, but the lamp posts here were still...

It is believed that the US military did not think there would be any enemy here, so when the searchlight was turned on, it was thrown aside. This also gave me a good opportunity to observe this position. Under the light of the searchlight, I could clearly see the terrain around the 394.8 Highland and the arrangement of the US military in the telescope.

394.8 There were overgrown weeds on the high ground, no trenches, barbed wire, and no cars. The sound of tanks roaring, only a few machine gun positions on the top of the mountain. A highway at the foot of the mountain stretched windingly into the darkness on the back. There was a small ditch on the east side. The flowing water passed through the cement pipe with a diameter of about 1.5 meters under the road and flowed into the river under the road.

"Shh!" I waved to Zhang Fafu, who was stunned to the high ground, and asked in a low voice: "Has your artillery regiment been wrong? Such a position would be the enemy's artillery position? There is no car or a cannon..."

Zhang Fafu picked up his chest and observed the 394.8 high ground for a while, and said hesitantly: "It makes no sense! Let's analyze the enemy's ballistics. Their shells should be shot from this area. The regiment commander, behind the 394.8 high ground is a large open area. Maybe they hid the cannon there!"

"Yeah!" I frowned and responded, really disagreeing with Zhang Fafu's statement.

Zhang Fafu has no combat experience. I know the virtues of the American devils. They rely on the Volunteers' lack of air reconnaissance, so they never hide cannons in the tunnels like our Volunteers. At most, they just give them some simple disguise... But it doesn't matter if people have arrived here to check it out. It's better than searching in the enemy's positions aimlessly.

Thinking of this, I waved to the soldiers behind me and took the soldiers to snorkeleton towards the 394.8 Highland.

The alert in the 394.8 Highlands was even more relaxed than we thought. When we climbed up carefully, we found that there were no American soldiers watching on the top of the mountain, only seven or eight single tents that kept snoring. There was a pile of fire outside the tent, and there were chaos beside the fire, firearms, cans, helmets, ammunition boxes, wine bottles, etc. were thrown everywhere.

The Americans slept soundly, and even we walked to their tent, we didn't notice it. Huang Sihu hit me with a hand gesture, gestured with his right hand around his neck, and asked me if I wanted to kill these Americans secretly.

I shook my head and told him not to act rashly.

I believe that the soldiers can do this. They are all veterans who have been on the battlefield for several years. It is not too easy to deal with one person while the US military is sleeping. But the result of doing so has no meaning to us in completing the task, and it may bring us danger.

So I made a gesture to the soldiers and lurked on a small hill on the east side of the 394.8 Heights. I didn't lurk on the 394.8 Heights because I didn't want to step on one of us when the Americans got up the next day when they came out for a walk. Lurking in this small hill, you can not only observe the situation of the 394.8 Heights, but also observe the high underground roads. The hills are under the eyes of the enemy, and are also the most easily overlooked place for the enemy.

"Prepare your walkie-phone!" I pulled Zhang Fafu and Yang Minle to a snowy place in the wind. While helping him disguise the snow, I ordered: "Remember, you must not move around at any time. You must pull the shit and urine in my crotch. Place the food within your fingertips. Keep the walkie-phone open and ready to contact the headquarters at any time!"

"Yes!" The two of them responded, a trace of fear flashed in their eyes, but they still nodded at me.

The cold wind whistles and heavy snow falls.

Although we were already ready to wear an extra military uniform in advance, the chill from the snow still came towards us one after another. I have experienced several times and have become a little used to these things, but I believe that Zhang Fafu, who was lying beside us, was not the case, because not long after, I heard the sound of his teeth fighting. I couldn't help but smile bitterly, this was just the beginning! If this continues, I really doubt whether they can hold on until the sky becomes dark again.

Helplessly, he handed Zhang Fafu a towel and signaled him to bite it with his mouth, which stopped his voice that might expose us all.

The sky quickly brightened up. I raised my head slightly, poked the telescope's lens out of the camouflage cloak, and observed the open ground behind the 394.8 high ground through the telescope. But to my disappointment, there was nothing but a vast white snow in the camera. There were no cars, no cannons, and no traces of wheels.

So I was thinking about whether to observe the situation when the sky was not bright and the enemy had not yet got up. But this idea was quickly rejected by myself. In broad daylight, it was difficult for us to deceive the enemy. This is the defense zone of the US military, and the puppet army rarely appears here, and there are only tour guides, translators, etc. So even if we all wear the puppet army uniforms, it is still difficult to move forward. Obviously, we cannot make up the US military unless there is a legendary disguise master among us who can turn us into white people...

Thinking of this, I had to make mistakes and continue to lurk here and wait for the night to come to find another opportunity.

The people from the artillery regiment have hurt me! While I was guarding, I cursed in my heart. Every time they found a wrong target, it means that the soldiers and I had to lurk in the snow for an extra night. If we continue like this, if we can't find the enemy's artillery position, wouldn't we be able to go back?

I don't want to hide in the US military positions like this all day long, and turn around like a mouse...

The sun was rising higher and higher, and the oncoming mountain wind was not so cold, and several Americans on the 394.8 Highlands finally made some noise.

"Hey, wake up!" An American first came out of the tent, kicked several nearby tents with his feet and shouted, "All up, they're coming! I don't want to be called down the mountain like last time by that bastard to do push-ups!"

They are coming? I couldn't help but wonder, who are they? Could it be...

As soon as the thought arose, the rumbling of motors came from the road. Several Americans on the 394.8 Highlands soon became busy. Those who were dressed, those who socked, and those who carried their pants were chaotic, accompanied by curses and complaints. Then, after a while, the Americans were fully armed and stood majestic on several machine gun positions, saluting each other.

The rumbling sound became louder and louder. I secretly glanced at Zhang Fafu lying beside me. Both of them saw joy in each other's eyes, although Zhang Fafu was already so cold that his face turned pale and trembled.

After a while, more than a dozen Sherman tanks were turned at the end of the road, each of which was towed an eight-inch cannon, followed by more than a dozen cars carrying artillery and shells, one after another, and slowly drove along the highway into the open ground in front of the 394.8 Highlands.

As soon as the Sherman tank put down the cannon towed behind, he immediately used bulldozers to flatten the snow with bulldozers and set the cannon positions of each cannon. The artillery quickly jumped off the car, and the ammunition was carried and the cannons were installed. The originally very calm Highland of 394.8 suddenly became lively.

At this time, I noticed that Zhang Fafu was next to me and slowly turned his head to find that he was stretching out his right hand that was trembling with cold, holding the walkie-talk to the headquarters report. I quickly winked at him and stopped him from moving.

Although Zhang Fafu didn't understand what I mean, he still put away the walkie-talkie.

A guy who has never seen the world, I couldn't help but laugh when I saw this. There were only twelve guns and I rushed to report to the headquarters. Even if the parameters you calculated were accurate, I successfully guided the artillery to fire several rounds of guns. How many guns can be knocked out by the Americans? Don't you see that when the Americans arranged gun positions, they still left many empty spaces behind...

As expected, as I expected, a batch of cannons came soon, which were also pulled by Sherman tanks. Only then did Zhang Fafu understand my intention and couldn't help but look at me admirably.

But my eyes were staring at the tanks enviously... By the way, the Sherman tank is really a magic weapon of the US military, especially in this snowy winter. If you use a car to pull the cannon, the wheels may slip or fall into the snow pit. But there will be no such problem with the Sherman tank. Moreover, the bulldozer in front of the Sherman tank can quickly open the circuit and arrange the gun positions. In this harsh weather, the role of the Sherman tank is really nothing to say. However, it seems that only the US military has the conditions to use the tank to pull the cannons in this way.

"Boom..."

As soon as the gunners set up the cannons, they fired guns in the direction of our army without any intention. One by one, the shells were fired and smoked. The artillerymen were operating and joking as if nothing had happened, and covered their ears when they were about to fire.

I heard Li An talk about the eight-inch cannon of the Americans before. He said that the American cannon can hit 70 kilometers, which is exactly the marching distance of our army for two days. In other words, we ran for two days with our lives. The Americans just followed us with an airplane, and then a round of artillery fire could kill us. Moreover, these 70 kilometers are still the straight-line distance on the map. If we really count the way, we can run for three or four days and cannot escape its attack range.

The Americans once used this advantage to cause considerable losses to our artillery. Li An said that he had encountered this situation. Once, several artillery he led fell behind when he retreated and was targeted by the enemy's plane. Strangely, the enemy's plane did not drop bombs, did not fire or guide the artillery to fire. They just changed into one plane from time to time and circled apart. After running for three days, he thought it was okay, so he contacted the large army and pulled the cannon into the cover of the large army. Unexpectedly, the American shells rushed over at this time...

No wonder the Volunteer Army has a military rule. Once someone or a car is discovered by an enemy plane, they must stay in place and wait for the enemy plane to bomb. If they disobey this military rule, their superiors have the right to kill him on the spot.

This is the military rules that the Volunteer Army took in desperation and sacrificed to preserve the big one!

Now, looking at the long-range artillery in front of us that had caused many casualties to our army, thinking that they would soon be wiped out by the attack of our army's artillery fire, a sense of excitement rose in my heart.

"Boom..."

The US military continued to shoot one shot without one shot. Anyway, for long-range guns like them, they could hit North Korea as long as they fired one shot. They did not lack shells, nor did they care whether these shells would hit the civilians, so they just thought it was just a warm-up.

"Boom..."

Accompanied by the sound of cannons, more and more cannons entered the position under the traction of the tank. I counted roughly and there were more than forty, some of which were howitzers, some of which were cannons, plus tanks, cars, and ammunition... almost covered the open ground in front of me. Then I nodded slightly to Zhang Fafu lying beside me.

Zhang Fafu's eyes immediately flashed with excitement, and he started to call softly while holding the walkie-talkie.

As several numbers I could not understand were reported, a strange roar of artillery shells came from the sky, and then there was a loud "boom!" sound, and a shell exploded two miles away from the enemy's position.

Then Zhang Fafu stared at the landing point of the shell for a while, and soon reported a series of numbers again, followed by another shell, but unfortunately, the enemy's position was not hit...

When the third shell hit nearby, the US artillery had already noticed something was wrong. They immediately stopped their movements and became panicked. They moved quickly and quickly transferred the tank to pull the cannon away.

I couldn't help but look at Zhang Fafu in a hurry, and saw him gritting his teeth, sweat beads as big as beans, moving his eyes at the landing point of the shell just now, as if he was thinking about something.

I knew he was mentally calculating the correct coordinates of the enemy's artillery position, so I didn't dare to disturb him, but just waited patiently. After a while, Zhang Fafu gritted his teeth and reported a set of numbers to the microphone again.

"Woo..." A strange roar came from the sky, and then a bombardment was heard, and a shell exploded radially in the enemy's position, immediately blowing a military vehicle into the sky.
Chapter completed!