More than 10 kilometers away from the Sino-Vietnamese border, in the deep hinterland of Vietnam, the mountains are undulating and continuous, because it has just passed a violent storm, and it is the midsummer season in early July, so the tropical jungle with mountains and mountains as if it is dressed in a gorgeous new clothes, it looks particularly lush.

However, the view of this new green jungle is indeed refreshing, but it is the opposite of this beautiful scenery, not to mention the mosquitoes and snakes and scorpions in it, not to mention the rough roads and thorns, and the unbearable heat is enough to be unbearable.

But as the saying goes, one side of the water and soil supports the other side, although the environment here is difficult to adapt, but as a lean, dark-skinned, monkey-like Vietnamese native, they don't feel anything difficult at all, even in this kind of weather, wielding tools, building artillery positions with huge physical consumption, it is also free and not half uncomfortable.

"Comrade Phu Trong, in your artillery unit, I truly feel the glorious and fine traditions of our Vietnamese People's Army!" On the reverse slope of a gentle back slope of the mountain, the bushes have long been leveled by the Vietnamese troops who have built fortifications, leaving only bare slopes and thick layers of soil, on which hundreds of Vietnamese soldiers use pickaxes and shovels to build one gun emplacement after another.

The officers of the Vietnamese artillery unit, who had been waiting at the foot of the mountain for a long time, organized their soldiers to arrange these heavy guns on the gun emplacements that had been repaired, and the logistics personnel and operational staff officers carefully inspected the arranged artillery, and adjusted the angle of the artillery to the most suitable position while doing the necessary maintenance.

Seeing this situation, Le Duc Manh, a war correspondent of Vietnam Daily, who came with Zhang Fu Trong to check the arrangement of the artillery position, could not help but sigh:

"Although I have been transferred to the headquarters and do not have to go to the front line often in these years, there are still opportunities for various units to take a look, especially after 79 years. I went more often, but for some reason, our troops were extremely low in morale and morale, but these days in the artillery units under your command Comrade Fu Zhong. But let me see that the officers and men are full of desire to win and full of vigorous morale!"

As he spoke, the slightly emotional war correspondent pointed to the Vietnamese officers and soldiers who were shouting slogans and struggling to push an artillery piece into the gun position, and said excitedly:

"Look at the motivation of these young men, it is exactly the same as the elite troops we fought against France and the United States and China back then. No wonder Comrade Nguyen Tan Trang praised Comrade Phu Trong that your artillery unit is the pillar of our northern Vietnam!"

"Of course!" Regarding Li Demeng's praise, Zhang Fuzhong not only accepted it halfway, but accepted it all, and his face showed a pride in giving up on himself:

"In May last year, in the battle of Faka Mountain in the west, if it weren't for the artillery unit under my command to use this set of anti-back slope and anti-slope tactics to suppress the squadron ** on the front line of Faka Mountain, they would have attacked our deep hinterland long ago!"

"I've heard about this too!" As soon as Zhang Fuzhong's voice fell, Li Demeng casually echoed: "Several artillery groups arranged at that time were all destroyed by China's counter-battery firepower, and only Comrade Fuzhong, your artillery unit is the only remaining fire support unit, which not only gives strong support to our defenders. Moreover, after the Chinese captured Mount Hairpin, you also commanded the troops to carry out artillery strikes on Chinese targets in Mount Hairpa that lasted for almost a month, and it is said that they did not even dare to come out of their heads, and even and pee on the bed!"

"Haha~~ That's true!" Hearing Li Demeng's words, Zhang Fuzhong couldn't help laughing loudly, so the two sang and harmonized, and the fight was extremely hot, and the unknown Vietnamese soldiers around saw their commander and a stranger like this, and thought that the two were brothers born to a mother, and in fact, the current relationship between Zhang Fuzhong and Li Demeng is almost to this extent.

However, a few days ago, when Li Demeng and Zhang Fuzhong had just arrived at the forward position of the artillery on the front line of Jiaoshan. The relationship between the two men was an ordinary working relationship, but with the publication of several brilliant articles by Le Duc Manh about the Prison Son Artillery Unit in the Vietnam Daily, and the deliberate encouragement of the Vietnamese top brass and government.

The deeds of the artillery units on the front line of the Hung Son quickly spread throughout the streets and alleys of Vietnam, and all kinds of supporting editorials and short commentaries were overwhelming. For a time, the artillery unit of the Prison Son became a heroic unit known to the Vietnamese people, women and children, so much so that many Vietnamese girls of appropriate age let out the lofty rhetoric that the officers and men of the artillery unit who were not the Hung Son would not marry, and the vast influence of the unit was naturally visible.

As the initiator of this trend, Le Duc Manh, a war correspondent for Vietnam Daily, also took this opportunity to return to the peak of his career, not only becoming a well-known leader in the Vietnamese press circles, but also gaining the attention of the Vietnamese high-level. He was promised a leadership position in the Vietnamese propaganda department of his dreams after the report was over!

Not only that, as the commander of the Prison Son Artillery Unit, Zhang Phu Trong also because of this series of reports, once again suddenly rose several levels on the altar of heroes, as if he became a great god in the Vietnamese hero world, and all kinds of honors and rewards also came one after another, in addition, like Le Duc Manh, Zhang Fu Trong also got the promise of his superiors, as long as this artillery operation against China is done well, he will immediately add a shining star on his shoulders and become the youngest lieutenant general in the Vietnamese army!

In order to be a leader, one inevitably has to do what he likes; and the other wants to be a general, but also to show something, in line with the common interests, the relationship between the two quickly narrowed, and soon the fight became hot, for this reason Zhang Fuzhong's interview and report on Li Demeng can be said to be a wide open door, even if it involves confidential military deployment meetings, Li Demeng also made an exception for Li Demeng to observe, as for those artillery positions that were carefully arranged by Zhang Fuzhong and hidden everywhere, Zhang Fuzhong took Li Demeng to the field to interview and report without reservation!

And Le Duc Hmong is also a peach in return, a pen can be described as flying up and down, portraying the artillery units on the front line of the prison mountain as if they were heavenly generals, and the commander Zhang Fuzhong can make the Chinese fearful, a rare wizard in the Vietnamese army, so that the relationship between the two is even better enough to wear a pair of pants, even if Zhang Fuzhong's arrogance, Le Duc Meng's bookish spirit, in the eyes of the other party are all good qualities, as for such mutual praise, but commonplace.

However, seeing that the shelling operation is approaching, Li Demeng's heart still can't help but be a little worried, although he is just a reporter, but in the War of Resistance against France and the United States, he often goes to the front line, plus several years of high-level writing experience, so he has a broader perspective on the war, because of this, after touting each other, Li Demeng asked Zhang Fuzhong next to him without worry:

"I also have some understanding of our battle plan, and the overall situation is not bad, and the tactics used are also very mature and reliable, but have you ever wondered whether launching two large-scale artillery attacks in such a short interval will be retaliated against by the Chinese side on a large scale?"

"Large-scale revenge?hahaha~~~" Listening to Li Demeng's words, Zhang Fuzhong first repeated a sentence with a playful face, and then laughed:

"According to the character of the squadron, if you want to retaliate, you should have carried out the first few shellings, but what is the result?"

Results

"The result is a lot of thunder and little rain!" Zhang Fuzhong continued without waiting for Li Demeng to finish speaking, and then a slight sneer appeared on his dark face like a plucked monkey:

"Take the last time, it has been almost a week, except for the counterattack of the Chinese artillery group after the shelling was over, not even a single artillery sound has been fired in the past few days, not only that, according to the intelligence of our forward positions and the special service battalion supporting reconnaissance and electronic interception, the Chinese side has not even sent an artillery observation post that has been responsible for guiding the target, and as for the Chinese scouts searching our artillery positions are also fishing for three days and drying nets for two days, so that Comrade Demeng has not understood the thoughts of the Chinese?"

"There is a saying in China, that when things are strange, there must be demons, and the artillery battle on the Sino-Vietnamese border is not a day or two, so will it be abnormal?"

"I said Comrade Demeng, you really think too much! Actually, their minds are very simple!" As soon as Li Demeng was halfway through his words, Zhang Fuzhong waved his hand at him with a look of arrogance, and Li Demeng couldn't help but be a little surprised when he saw this, and just wanted to continue to expound his views, but before he could speak, he saw a look of sarcasm and disdain flashing on Zhang Fuzhong's face, and then the arrogant voice sounded in Li Demeng's ears:

"That is, these Chinese have been frightened by our artillery units!" Before this sentence was finished, Zhang Fuzhong stretched out an arm behind his back, pointed to the north, and then said arrogantly:

"Since I can nail the Chinese in Hairpin Mountain to the bed to and pee, now I can also block the squadron ** team in front of the prison mountain in the toilet so that they can never come out!"

Hearing this, Li Demeng's brows gradually relaxed, and then asked: "Could it be that Comrade Fu Zhong is going to adopt new artillery tactics this time?"

"That's right!" Zhang Fuzhong nodded without hesitation: "This set of tactics is also very simple, that is, to use the methods of the Chinese to deal with the Chinese!" (To be continued.) )

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