Qian Aimin's words were very meaningful and meaningful, Gu Zelin seemed to understand, but he didn't understand anything, just like the rain that kept falling before, blocking the road ahead of him in fog, knowing that it was the road, but still not knowing how to go

Just when Gu Zelin fell into a bewildered contemplation, Qian Aimin raised his eyes to look at the dark sky covered by the rain curtain, frowned and said:

"I hope the rain stops in the early hours of the morning!"

Gu Zelin was stunned, but just as he was stunned, Qian Aimin had already walked towards the depths of the dense forest

At the same time, the same words also came out of Lu Weijun's mouth, at this moment, he was standing in front of the command post of the "Guard" rocket artillery battalion, holding binoculars in both hands, looking into the distance, as if through the two round lens tubes in his hands, he could see through this dark night like splashing ink, but only he knew that he was not looking at the prison mountain position behind the night curtain, but the heavy rain curtain between the sky

"It seems that the plan is always out of time!"

"What do you say from the weather station?" Lu Weijun put down his binoculars and looked at Lu Jiadong, who hurried back from the communication station in a raincoat, although he was prepared for the worst, he still had endless expectations.

Lu Jiadong shook his head silently: "From today's day to the afternoon after tomorrow, the weather conditions are not very good!"

"The whole window to cover our offense!"

"That's right!"

Lu Weijun looked up at the sky, and the rain the size of a bean suddenly slapped on his face, making his blazing eyes unable to open them completely, so he could only squint, glared fiercely, and scolded:

"Dog ~~day~~, the thief God, if you want to mourn the Vietnamese monkeys, you can't wait until the fight is over to cry?"

"It's okay to cry in advance, anyway, it's crying and mourning, it's the same sooner or later!"

"You can see it! You know, I've been preparing for this for two days and two nights!" Lu Weijun glanced at Lu Jiadong helplessly, and Lu Jiadong shrugged:

"Anyway, the stage is here, no matter how you sing, it's a good show, why bother to look at the face of the sky?"

Lu Weijun nodded, the solemn look on his face was replaced by a relieved smile, and then glanced at the rain curtain in the night:

"Since Peking Opera can't be sung, let's come to Hebei Bangzi first!" After speaking, Lu Weijun turned around and shouted loudly to the headquarters: "Correspondent!"

"Here!"

"Order all ministries to implement Plan C!"

"Yes!"

Fifteen minutes later, a convoy of trains, braving the torrential rain and taking advantage of the cover of night, quietly left the launch position 60 kilometers behind the front line of the prison mountain, and slowly marched towards the prison mountain, which was shrouded in darkness

However, just as the convoy had just crossed a small village in the heart of the border, several pairs of eyes hidden in the dark night, glowing with a strange light, the convoy speeding past the village, the eyes were full of horror, dazedness and shock, but compared to it, it was more of unspeakable indifference and disdain, so that their eyes became hollow, as if they were looking at a column of lifeless corpses, without any pity or sympathy, only endless frenzy and irrepressible ridicule

Another hour later, a secret observation post set up by the Vietnamese army in the deep mountains of the prison mountain sent out the radio wave of "Zla~~Zla~~", a top-secret telegram with several layers of encryption, through the radio waves over the forest and mountains, through the dark night and rain, a few seconds later,

At the forward command post of the Second Military Region of Vietnam in Linshui Town, North Vietnam, the receiver of the Intelligence and Information Department screamed "toot ~~." The interpreters on standby 24 hours a day quickly transcribed the secret telegrams, and the staff officers on duty that night sealed the telegrams into a special document bag, and then rushed directly to the small two-story building opposite in the rain without stopping

The commander of the Second Military Region of Vietnam, Lieutenant General Vu Li, held the top-secret telegram he had just received in his hand, walked to the military map by the wall, and pushed his eyes on the bridge of his nose, looking very elegant:

"Twenty-four kilometers!"

There is no triangular ruler to measure, nor does it need a ruler to refer to the scale to calculate, let alone a pencil to outline, just lightly click the squares on the two maps with your fingers, and you can accurately say the distance between the two, this is Wu Li, a Wu Li who likes to look at the map, study the map, and keep the map in his mind all the time.

Since the Battle of Dien Bien Phu, he has developed the habit of looking at the map, because the Chinese generals who were in command behind the scenes at that time liked to listen to the map all the time

All of these left a deep impression on Wu Li when he was young, so he began to subconsciously imitate the Chinese general, from hairstyle to glasses, from action to hobbies, from spirit to connotation, knowing that he was famous, he suddenly found that he was not himself at all, but the shadow of a certain Chinese general,

This made him very annoyed, how could a meritorious general who had beaten the French, defeated the Americans, and bloodlessly included Cambodia in Vietnam's sphere of influence be someone's shadow, let alone that person was still a Chinese? Because of this, he wanted to change and want to prove to the world that he was not the shadow of a certain country or someone, but a unique martial force in this world, an irreplaceable martial force,

Therefore, after receiving the appointment of the Vietnamese high-level, he came to North Vietnam without hesitation and took over the commander of the Second Military Region, which had already become a hot potato in Vietnam, because he wanted to prove, and the best proof was to defeat China, which he had humbly learned, and only in this way could the world know that he had his own set of unique things.

Facts have proved that he has indeed done it, and the dangerous defense line of the prison mountain, under his strategic command, not only turned the danger into safety, but also gradually solidified, and was even able to repel the attack of the Chinese army and give a head-on blow, which made the Vietnamese high-level who had no hope can be described as ecstatic.

Almost overnight, the name of Vu Li became a household name in Vietnam, and became the supreme existence of the god of war in the Vietnamese army.

And this also makes him happy, which means that he has regained his self and become his true self, but he is not satisfied with this, since the great war is just around the corner, then why not surpass the one who once made himself infinitely admired, and still can't get rid of the habit of becoming a model of natural imitation?

So after he received the reconnaissance information from the infiltration agent, he was very excited, thinking that the Chinese army had made meaningful adjustments, so that he could deal with it calmly, and use real knives and guns to turn his transcendent ideals into unchangeable facts, but after he read the intelligence and found the corresponding location on the map, he was very disappointed, disappointed that the Chinese army on the opposite side had no new ideas, disappointed that he had not found a good opportunity to display his talents, boundless disappointment, turned into secret regret, and then turned into cold ridicule:

"These Chinese, it is really not as good as the first generation, after so many years, they still use the same old way, even if they send more rocket artillery, so what? 122 mm! Hmph~~ How useful can a little doll be?"

After speaking, Wu Li withdrew his gaze from the military map on the wall, then glanced at Nong Demeng who was sitting on the sofa, couldn't help but smile contemptuously, and continued:

"I really don't know, in the previous battles, how we fought, in the face of the Chinese army without new ideas, we were able to fight a crushing defeat, I can only say that those people are too stupid, too stupid, if a little brain, can make the Chinese become dead locusts, but I didn't expect alas"

Wu Li didn't say any more, but that deep sigh is worth a thousand words, and now in Vietnam, only he dares to say this, and is qualified to say so, because he won the defensive battle of the prison mountain position two months ago, and because of this, Nong Duc Meng, who experienced the fiasco of the Laoshan artillery battle two years ago, although his face was a little ugly, he still did not refute it, but just smiled awkwardly, and reminded kindly:

"Wu Litong~~Zhi, I admire your achievements on the military map, but please don't underestimate the capabilities of the Chinese, let alone provoke them, once they really go crazy, we can't stop it at all!"

"Crazy?" Wu Li's tone rose abruptly, repeating Nong Demeng's words very playfully, and then smiled indifferently: "Do you think they can be crazy? That's right, the Chinese have come up with a lot of new weapons and tricks over the years, but in essence, have they changed?"

"This"

Nong Demeng opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but before he could speak, Wu Li, who was standing opposite, took out a finger and shook it contemptuously in front of Nong Demeng's eyes, and said categorically:

"Nothing has changed, nothing has changed; the terrible portable bazooka is still distributed according to the 40-fire system; the infantry attack is still a three-three system, combined with the regular triangle and the inverted triangle; even the artillery they are proud of has inherited the Soviet artillery doctrine, and in short, they have not changed anything for decades, and we are just the same!" (To be continued.) )

PS: Dragon Boat Festival, I went back to my hometown, so I didn't update it two days ago, and I'm still on the way