"Knock~~Knock~~~"

The mortars located in the rear of the Vietnamese army's attacking Chinese reconnaissance team, under the operation of the gunner, emitted a crisp firing sound, like the chant of death, after a high-pitched start, accompanied by a low chant of friction with the air, and finally with a vigorous explosion, played the strongest note of this song of death

"This group of poor Chinese"

In an open space of the "lark" passive electronic reconnaissance station, the station's commander, Lieutenant Colonel Wu Yuanheng, looked through the telescope at the small hill at the southern foot that had been covered by dense mortar shells, revealing a trace of compassion and compassion, as if he was a little unbearable, and a bit like containing endless sympathy.

But only the soldiers closest to him vaguely found that while saying this sentence again, the corners of Wu Yuanheng's mouth were slightly upturned, drawing a sarcastic, even contemptuous indifferent smile, not to mention any pity or sympathy, even if those Chinese were gouged out in front of their faces, presumably their own commanders not only did not even frown, but also might taste tea with interest.

His orderlies were right, at this moment, Wu Yuanheng, the proud son of Vietnam's proudest general, was indeed watching a show, a good show of "hunters" and "prey" fighting, after all, in his eyes, the group of Chinese who had accidentally hit the hill in the distance were a simple and stupid beast, crashing into his own trap of "prey".

As a "hunter", he has countless kinds of "prey" that can make this blind "prey" die, but Wu Yuanheng doesn't want to be too anxious, you must know that in this inaccessible No. 72 highland, in addition to endless dense forests, flying mosquitoes, and humid environments are lifeless electronic signals, it is really boring.

But at this moment, such a stupid "little beast" suddenly appeared in front of him, how can he have a good time, otherwise he is really sorry for God's good intentions to let him pass the boring time in good faith, so as the supreme commander of the entire No. 72 Heights, he did not rush to order his Vietnamese soldiers to give this Chinese squad a thunderous blow, but was extremely patient to consume them, surround them, and play with them

Because he was bored, so bored that he had to rely on the desperation and blood of the enemy to avoid laughing; he was very confident, confident enough to control everything, at least the lives of the few Chinese in the distance were in his hands at this moment. But in comparison, these two mentalities can't match his ruthlessness, whether it's boredom or self-confidence, it's nothing more than to achieve his long-term goal,

That is, to let the Chinese know how powerful they are, so that when they hear their name, they will be afraid, they will tremble, and they will involuntarily choose to flee or surrender, so he wants to stand up for power, use the head of the Chinese reconnaissance team to stand up for power, and use a slow but extremely cruel way to make Chinese feel desperate, bear pain, and then witness the last drop of blood and death coming

However, just when Wu Yuanheng was enjoying the hunting scene he directed with great interest, a staff officer hurriedly ran over and whispered a few words into his ear, Wu Yuanheng was slightly stunned, and then the smile on his face deepened a little, and the taste of ridicule also emphasized:

"Father, it's not the commander Tong~~ Zhi, I'm still a little too worried, how can the Chinese artillery hit here? But this is also very good, it is a good opportunity for us to seize the Chinese artillery position!"

"That's what the commander thinks too!" the staff officer nodded knowingly!

"Well, then as soon as possible!"

After speaking, Wu Yuanheng raised the telescope again, looked at Xiao Pinggang, who had been completely shrouded in dust and gunsmoke, and shook his head with some regret:

"I really want to see your despair when you shed your last drop of blood, it's a pity"

Wu Yuanheng's words were very gentle and compassionate, just like his quiet face, without a trace of force, and some were only as innocent and reckless as a pheasant boy, but the next words were deep in this innocence and recklessness on a blood mark called "cruel":

"Tell the attacking warriors, let them catch him alive, and when the time comes, I will pierce him in the heart inch by inch with a knife, inch by inch."

The last "inch by inch" was said very slowly, solemnly, and resolutely, and because of this, these words seemed so chilling that the Vietnamese soldiers who were standing beside him who had long been accustomed to life and death subconsciously shivered from the inside out.

Looking at Wu Yuanheng's eyes, he was also obviously afraid, and Wu Yuanheng also enjoyed the frightened gaze cast by his subordinates, smiled with satisfaction and was about to put down the telescope and turn away, but at this moment, a small black dot suddenly jumped into his lens, up and down, erratic, making him curious to set up the telescope again, looked at the small black dot, and subconsciously muttered:

"What's that? mortar shells?"

What Wu Yuanheng saw was not a mortar shell, but a 300-millimeter laser-guided rocket that crossed the hurried obstacles, crossed the reckless mountains, and traveled more than 90 kilometers to reach the designated area.

In an instant, three laser-guided warheads improved from low-drag missiles are like big stones in free fall, falling rapidly from a height of thousands of meters at the moment of separation, and at the same time, the altimeter installed in the warhead is automatically turned on, and the rapid calculation is carried out, and when it descends to a certain height, a strange scene appears on the three laser-guided warheads.

Only listen to the collapse of the "bang bang ~~" three connecting springs, and the slender warhead that is still smashing down to the ground suddenly grows a pair of thin and slender wings, under the action of the inertia of the rocket boost and the falling impulse, the extremely fluctuating air flow produces an unstoppable thrust under the action of the wings, so that the falling warhead suddenly stops the tendency of free fall, but in a high-speed flight state, and quickly skims away into the distance

At the same time, the automatic receiving device in the laser-guided warhead began to collect the guidance signal, and successfully captured the guidance signal in the southwest side of the mountain flying over the No. 72 highland, and the simple gyroscope was quickly activated, and the course was slightly deflected, aiming at the direction indicated by the laser beam

Just as he was about to rush down, Pinggang suddenly roared, and the fierce mortar fire blew up smoke and dust at the same time, but also made the laser guidance beam fluctuate violently, and the receiving device of the warhead could not confirm the target in the case of intermittent laser beams, resulting in the unstable track of the warhead, coupled with the effect of the "diamond back" range extender kit, it presented the strange scene that Wu Yuanheng saw up and down, flying sideways.

But even so, it still surprised Wu Yuanheng, because there was a pair of wings on the cannonball flying everywhere in the distance, a pair of weird wings that people would never forget at a glance, when Wu Yuanheng saw this scene from the telescope lens, he couldn't believe his eyes,

even rubbed his eyes vigorously for this reason, checked the telescope again, and found that there was no problem, only to finally confirm that he was not wrong, but Rao was like this, Wu Yuanheng still couldn't believe the scene he saw with his own eyes, because it was so weird, so weird that he couldn't describe it in words,

The cannonballs have wings on them, flying undulating in the air, although Wu Yuanheng is not just extensive, but he is also a person with extraordinary knowledge, but no matter how hollow out his mind is to search for the deepest memories in his mind, he can't think of any cannonballs that can be loaded with wings and fly around, except for the myths and stories that his grandmother told him when he was a child, there are a few words, but now it is a real battlefield, how can it be a myth of Birdmen

"What's that? Is it a mortar shell, or is it a howitzer shell? And why do they have wings?"

As the ups and downs of the winged cannonballs gradually became clear, the Vietnamese officers and soldiers present also stared at this strange scene with wide eyes, indescribable shock and appallation, and the words of doubt evolved into a buzzing sound in an instant, making the small clearing suddenly noisy

"Isn't it China's new weaponry?"

I don't know that the Vietnamese officer suddenly came up with such a sentence, although the voice is not loud, but it is poured into everyone's ears, pulling the most sensitive nerve in everyone's mind, although the Chinese are not myths, but they are miracles that can never be imagined

"Fast~~Hidden~~~Hidden~~~"

The sensitive nerves made the long-lost fear germinate again; the awe of new things made the Vietnamese officers and soldiers who were invincible just now unable to maintain their composure, and the sneering smile on Wu Yuanheng's face had long been replaced by inexplicable horror, and he suddenly shouted at the Vietnamese soldiers around him:

"Concealed~~~"

Yes, it should be hidden, because several strange shells are no longer fluttering, let alone undulating, but smooth and abnormal, rapidly diving, and the direction of their dive is not elsewhere, it is the "lark" passive electronic reconnaissance station located in the valley depression of the anticline

The three laser-guided warheads smoothly skimmed over the jungle and crossed the mountain river, as if they were three ****** piloted by the best pilots, but in the next moment, the three laser-guided warheads fell suddenly, smashing towards the depths of the mountain col, fearless, unstoppable, the sudden acceleration of the surge, tearing the air floating in the light fog, and finally issued a unique "buzz~~" chirp when the cannonball fell, the sound was very loud, very harsh, and very unpleasant, because this is the chant of the whole god of death, a hymn from hell

"Boom~~Boom~~Boom~~~"

With three earth-shattering explosions, the "lark" was finally shot down to the world (to be continued.) )