"Help~~Run~~~Boom~~~Boom~~~~"

"Ah~~"

"My legs~~~You wait for me~~Boom~~~~Boom~~~"

On the Vietnamese Soviet-made 2A36 152mm cannon position, the smoke of gunpowder rose into the sky, the flames were everywhere, and the sound of explosions rose one after another on the position, and the Vietnamese troops on the position, who had long lost their fighting spirit and organization, were like a group of unattended sheep, all of them hurriedly ran towards the ideal safe place in their hearts.

The veteran is not bad, with rich battlefield experience, he heard the sound of "buzz~~" in the sky, and he also knew to lie down and hide on the spot, and then get up and run wild after the explosion. The recruits were not so lucky, they were already demoralized, and now they were facing the sudden attack of the Chinese artillery, and they were even more like frightened birds, either like headless flies everywhere, or hula la into a large flock, as if this was the only way to be more sure-footed.

As everyone knows, the shells don't have long eyes, and they can't be sure of which one will hit the crowd, and then the blood mist fills the sky, the broken flesh flies sideways, the stumps and broken arms are the same as the destroyed artillery parts, scattered everywhere, endless screams and cries are mixed with violent explosions, and the blazing flames and broken limbs burn together, and the Soviet-made 2A36 152mm cannon position of the entire Vietnamese army, which can be called the trump card, has become a purgatory on earth

"Defeated! Defeated! Completely defeated" Zhang Phu Chung, commander of the artillery unit on the front line of the Vietnamese army's Diaop Mountain, who had been stunned by the explosion of the shell, had just woken up from the rescue of his adjutant, and what caught his eye was this tragic scene.

At this moment, Zhang Fuzhong's heart wished that everything in front of him was an ethereal nightmare, but the constantly trembling earth, the deafening explosions, the rising pillars of fire, and the broken flesh and limbs that could be seen everywhere. All let Zhang Fuzhong know that this is not the dream he expected, but a real existence.

Because of this, even if Zhang Fuzhong is burdened with thousands of strategies, he is powerless in the face of this situation. The eyes of the original god also became dazed, and he watched directly at the Soviet-made 2A36 152mm cannon that he was proud of being destroyed one by one by China's shells that seemed to have eyes, as if by name, and watched the Vietnamese soldiers under his command be ruthlessly slaughtered in a tight burst of explosions in the escape from the mountains, and then muttered to himself:

"It's over, it's over, it's really over."

"Comrade Commander! Lie down~~Boom~~Help!Ah," Zhang Fuzhong muttered to himself in a trance. The adjutant who was following him suddenly shouted, and then pounced on him, and then the semi-underground artillery field headquarters located not far behind him was directly attacked by several heavy shells in succession.

In an instant, the entire artillery field headquarters was filled with a cloud of gunsmoke, through the dense smoke and dust, and through the darkness of the night, only the firelight could be seen, and other than that, only the screams of the wounded and lungs continued to come from the ruins.

"How could this be? How could this be?" Although the blow to the artillery field command completely destroyed it, it also made the confused Zhang Fuzhong a little sober. So he struggled to break free from his lieutenant's restraint and sat up from the ground again, dazed, shocked, and desperate intertwined on his face, but at this moment his heart was constantly tormenting the reason for all this.

Why did the squadron's artillery counterattack be so sharp and rapid? Why did their shells be as accurate as eyes? Why did they attack him regardless of the huge losses they had suffered? Why did they still fight so hard even in the face of Soviet-made 2A36 152mm cannons? Could it be that his artillery tactics were wrong? Or was his artillery not as advanced as China's? Or was there some other reason

Thinking of this, Zhang Fuzhong's small eyes suddenly lit up, and a familiar face gradually became clear in his mind, so Zhang Fuzhong's heart throbbed slightly, but then he suddenly became up, and couldn't help nodding slightly. Whispered to himself:

"No wonder he wanted to run away at this time, I didn't expect it"

"Comrade Commander, what are you talking about, it's too dangerous here now, let's get out of here quickly."

"Leave me alone!" before the adjutant could finish speaking. Zhang Fuzhong broke free from the adjutant's arm and shouted indiscriminately: "Where is that Li Demeng now?"

"Li Demeng?" The adjutant was stunned for a moment when he heard Zhang Fuzhong's words, and then pointed to the open space not far away, and said puzzledly: "When the shell exploded, Reporter Li was stunned there. But in the blink of an eye, people will be"

"This guy must have run away!" Zhang Fuzhong's face flashed with a trace of cold ruthlessness, which looked particularly hideous and terrifying under the gloom of the firelight in the sky, and even the tone of his voice was full of murderous intent:

"You hurry up and chase me, if you're dead, it's okay, if you're still alive, kill me directly" Before Zhang Fuzhong finished his cruel order, with the sound of a gunshot hidden in the dark, Zhang Fuzhong's chest suddenly spurted blood, his dark face turned white in an instant, and his body didn't even shake, and he fell straight to the ground.

Seeing this sudden change, the adjutant suddenly let out a sad scream, but before this sentence could be converted into words in his throat, he suddenly felt that his body was light, and then looked down, and he didn't know when a hideous and terrifying blood hole appeared in his chest, and then his eyelids were a little heavy, and when his remaining consciousness was about to dissipate, a familiar figure appeared in front of him, and the corners of the adjutant's mouth moved slightly, and he said in extremely weak words:

"Reporter Li!" and then his head tilted, and he became a cold corpse!

"Hmph!" Looking at Zhang Fuzhong and his adjutant, who were already dead and couldn't die anymore, a trace of disdain flashed on Li Demeng's face, and then he snorted without subsiding his anger:

"Zhang Fuzhong, you arrogant guy, you didn't kill me before, and now you have to pull me as a backing after you have been defeated like this, with your virtue, no one will call you a word of injustice even if you die a hundred times!"

After speaking, Li Demeng put the gun that Zhang Fuzhong had just put on his head and put it back into the hand of Zhang Fuzhong's corpse. Then he swept around and found that those Vietnamese officers and soldiers were only concerned about running for their lives, and no one cared about whether their commander comrades were dead or alive, so Le Duc Manh put his heart in his stomach. Rushed down the mountain

Not long after Le Duc Manh left, a large sound of "buzz~~~" came from the sky, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of shells smashed on the already dilapidated Vietnamese position, and the violent explosion turned the entire position upside down. But the shells in the sky did not stop there, and one after another smashed towards the position like drifting heavy rain, like an iron plough plowing the ground, completely turning the Soviet-made 2A36 152mm cannon on which the Vietnamese army had high hopes into a piece of scorched earth, and Zhang Fuzhong's corpse disappeared forever in this vast jungle like many dead bodies of the Vietnamese army

Compared with the wailing of the Vietnamese army's position, the artillery radar position on the Chinese side of the Sino-Vietnamese border is indeed a different scene, at this time, Lu Weijun stared at the radar target display screen with a relaxed face, the rows of red spots moving quickly towards the Vietnamese position, and said with an excited smile:

"This old money. It was a beautiful fight! Fully cooperating with our artillery radar, giving full play to the characteristics of the 52 times caliber 155mm howitzer with a long firing range and high accuracy, knocking it off one by one like pulling nails, and finally coming a few rounds of rapid fire to consolidate the results, I dare to guarantee that the Vietnamese army's position is completely gone!"

"Not only that!" As soon as Lu Weijun's words fell, Lu Jiadong put down the water cup in his hand and added with a smile: "I think the blow to the confidence and morale of the Vietnamese army may be more serious than the loss of materials!"

Hearing Lu Jiadong's words, Lu Weijun was slightly stunned. But then he reacted, and then nodded deeply: "Well, that's right! Before we hit the No. 6 gun position of the Vietnamese army, their counterattack firepower can be described as dense and abnormal. But when we knocked out the No. 6 artillery position, they suddenly stopped counterattacking, at that time we were worried about whether the Vietnamese still had any follow-up moves, now it seems that after our four shells fell, the morale of the Vietnamese army has been dispersed by us!"

"Yes!" Lu Jiadong also nodded approvingly: "Five heavy artillery groups, nearly two hundred guns above 120mm. Coupled with an army that has no fighting spirit at all, I dare to assert that after this battle, Vietnam will no longer dare to launch a so-called artillery battle with us!"

"That's nature!" Saying that, Lu Weijun's smile became stronger, and even the tone of his voice became ridiculous: "This time, Vietnam has lost all the money at the bottom of the box, and the Vietnamese high-level in Hanoi guarantees that it is more uncomfortable than the death of his own mother, and the Soviet Union, the latest 2A36 152mm cannon has just been put on the battlefield, and the whole army has been wiped out, do you say that this so-called big brother thinks that the goods he gave are too poor, or will he point to the little brother's nose and scold him for being a fool?"

"Of course, it's to scold the little brother for being stupid, otherwise how can you highlight the big brother's cleverness?"

As soon as Lu Jiadong's words fell, Lu Weijun laughed and said: "Haha~~ That's right, that's right, that's the truth!" Immediately, including Lu Jiadong, the entire artillery radar cabin erupted in warm laughter, and it didn't take long for this burst of laughter to spread across the entire artillery radar position in the face of the slowly rising sun

"Zhang Fuzhong, just a bastard!" Although the scene between Lu Jiadong and Lu Weijun's expected eldest brother scolding the younger brother did not start in Hanoi, it was really staged in the headquarters of the Northern Military Region of the Vietnamese Army after dawn, but the scolding and being scolded were real Vietnamese.

However, their affiliation is no different from that of the eldest brother and the younger brother, and this eldest brother is none other than Ruan Jinchuang, the commander of the Northern Military Region, as for the little brother, he is naturally his subordinate, Zhang Fuzhong, who has long been wiped out, but at this moment, Ruan Jinchuang, who is walking angrily back and forth in his office, does not care about Zhang Fuzhong's life or death, but scolds this so-called capable subordinate:

"Five heavy artillery groups, nearly two hundred heavy guns, in less than two hours let him all serve as dishes to the Chinese to eat, the Chinese are full of wine and food, but what about us? The entire prison mountain front line has no support firepower, the entire defense line is like butter with the shell removed, it will be instantly pierced by the Chinese hot knife at any time, causing such consequences, he Zhang Fuzhong is fortunately dead, if he survives, I will also twist him to the military court!"

The more Nguyen Tan Trang spoke, the more angry he became, so much so that even the green tendons on his forehead were popping, and then Nguyen Tan Trang turned around and asked sharply at Le Duc Manh, a war correspondent for Vietnam Daily:

"Comrade Demeng, tell me again, what kind of contempt has this Zhang Fuzhong done to defy military discipline!"

After rushing down the mountain, Le Duc Manh and several Vietnamese officers and soldiers grabbed an artillery tractor, and then ran all the way south, and finally arrived at the headquarters of the Northern Military Region of the Vietnamese Army in Ha Giang City at dawn.

And because Zhang Phu Trong and the rest of the army were wiped out, there was no one to report back at all, until he saw the arrival of Le Duc Manh, Nguyen Tan Chuang learned that the heavy artillery group in his hand, which can be called the elite of the Vietnamese army, had long since become yesterday's yellow flower and disappeared, in the face of such a result, how could Ruan Tan Chuang as the commander of the Northern Military Region not be annoyed and angry, especially after listening to Le Duc Manh's account of Zhang Fu Trong's actions on the front line, he was even more furious, and immediately scolded.

Now that Nguyen Tan Trang calmed down, he asked Le Duc Manh again, as an ace reporter who has been wandering between the Vietnamese high-level in Hanoi for a long time, he is naturally a fox who has gained the Tao, how can he not know that in the face of such a defeat, the commander of the military region deliberately shirked his responsibility and was exempted from punishment, so he rolled his eyes, and then cried:

"Shortly after the counterattack of the 2A36 152mm cannon position was launched, Comrade Commander, you instructed the General Staff of the Military Region to send two urgent telegrams in succession, ordering Zhang Fuzhong to stop the counterattack, but he ignored it and disobeyed the military order and insisted on attacking, otherwise he would not have whined."

Although Li Demeng said it sadly, he bit the words "Comrade Commander, you instruct" very hard, Ruan Jinchuang naturally understood this, and then looked at the chief of staff of the Northern Military Region standing beside Li Demeng with a gloomy face, since he can be the chief of staff of the military region, he is naturally also a human being, plus Zhang Fuzhong has never taken their military region staff in his eyes, and the entire staff department hates this Zhang Fuzhong so much that the root of his teeth itches, because of this, this chief of staff is happy to accept this kind of mending the knife:

"In accordance with the order of Comrade Commander, our General Staff issued two military orders in a row at 4:15 a.m. and 4:30 a.m. respectively!"

After listening to the chief of staff's words, Ruan Jinchuang nodded with satisfaction, but the chief of staff did not stop there, but continued:

"In addition to Zhang Fuzhong's indiscriminate command, our backward equipment is also an important reason for this defeat" (To be continued.) )