When Qian Aimin commanded the artillery of the first position just arrived at the second position, before the artillery could be deployed, there was a whistling roar in the sky, and then more than 20 shells fell rapidly towards the first position of the independent artillery regiment, followed by a deafening explosion and the shaking of the ground and mountains, and then the second and third batches of continuous shells fell on the ground of the first position like raindrops, and in the blink of an eye, the entire first position turned into a sea of fire!

"Damn, these monkeys are moving quite fast!" Qian Aimin, who had already reached the second position, looked at the first position that was already in flames, and couldn't help but spit on the ground, and then shouted an order towards the artillery unit that was unfolding:

"Speed up and let these monkeys dance later!"

As soon as Qian Aimin's words fell, a hearty laugh sounded on the battlefield, and then the soldiers' movements became more rapid, and although Qian Aimin said that it didn't matter, he was glad in his heart, when the position received the situation of Lu Weijun's 122mm howitzer group withdrawing from the position.

The independent artillery regiment knew that the Vietnamese army's ideas were in line with their own tactics, and they also knew that the Vietnamese army's counterattack artillery fire would soon cover the first position, so after receiving the order from the regiment headquarters, Qian Aimin quickly collected the troops in accordance with the established plan and quickly evacuated the first position.

Looking at the first position that had turned into a scorched earth, Qian Aimin couldn't help but say to himself: "Fortunately, there is this detailed combat plan!"

The same words also came out of the mouth of Liu Liang in the position observation post: "The monkey's counterattack was fast enough, and after only a few minutes, the shells of the counterattack fell, if we didn't have a complete plan, we would have to suffer a big loss!"

"That's right!" As soon as Liu Liang's voice fell, Lu Jiadong, who was sorting out the data on the table, sketched the numbers on the straw paper with a pen, and said in a flat tone: "But we also have to be glad that the Vietnamese are not equipped with counter-battery radars, otherwise in less than a minute, the counterattack shells will fall on your head, and you won't be able to run away if you want to!"

"Anti-artillery radar?" Listening to Lu Jiadong's words, Liu Liang's eyes couldn't help but light up: "Section Chief Lu, what kind of radar is this!"

"Simply put, it is a radar that detects the position of artillery according to the trajectory of enemy shells"

"Instructor Lu, the data you want has been sorted out!" Before Lu Jiadong finished speaking, an artillery staff officer handed over the observation data to Lu Jiadong, and Lu Jiadong began to make nervous calculations after receiving the data, Liu Liang knew that Lu Jiadong still had something to do, so he didn't continue to ask, but the magical radar that Lu Jiadong said was deeply imprinted in his mind, not unconsciously Liu Liang's gaze was fixed on the mathematical formula on the blackboard, and he muttered something in his mouth:

"Counter-battery radar!"

Liu Liang, who is careful here, has never forgotten the anti-artillery radar, but Lu Jiadong on the other side has already looked at this matter in his nervous calculations, because at this moment he must race against time, and if it is completed one second earlier, the artillery shells of our army's counterattack will be launched one second earlier, and the effect of the strike will be more powerful.

Because of this, Lu Jiadong was frantically calculating on the papyrus, and the three or four calculation soldiers next to him were also holding logarithmic tables to find relevant data, and on the other table, several artillery staff officers were looking for the approximate location of the target on the terrain map, and the entire observation post was like a sophisticated computer, cooperating with each other and cooperating with each other, and it took less than five minutes to calculate the orientation parameters of the Vietnamese army's artillery position.

A leading staff officer of the regiment headquarters didn't bother to look at the results after getting the results, so he picked up the telephone receiver on the table and reported in quick and concise language:

"01, 01, I am 02, the enemy gun position is 30 km from my position, target number 322, height 64, wind speed"

This firing parameter, through the telephone line laid in advance, was quickly transmitted to several artillery command positions on the second position of the independent artillery regiment behind, and for a time the response of the firing parameters of the entire artillery position was endless, and dozens of Type 59 130mm cannons that had already been prepared quickly adjusted the firing angle in this tense and rapid response.

"Put!"

With the order of the position commander, the 54 Type 59 130mm cannons of the Independent Artillery Regiment, like 54 giant beasts that had been suppressed for a long time, let out a roar that shook the heavens and the earth, and then the 54 bottom row grenades, with the gushing flames and the belief that the whole army and men would win, rushed towards the long-range artillery position of the Vietnamese army that had already been calibrated

"01, 01, I'm 03, please answer when you hear it, 01, 01 I'm 03, please answer when you hear it!" Just as the fire of the independent artillery regiment's counterattack was about to be launched, the inland Uyghur troops at the observation post in front of the Vietnamese artillery position kept using the radio to call.

But no matter how he called, the artillery position as "01" never answered, at this moment Lu Weijun's forehead had already oozed fine beads of sweat, and his face became even more pale, just a few minutes ago, he witnessed the counterattack fire of the Vietnamese artillery, a full dozen rounds of salvos.

Hundreds of large-caliber artillery shells flew over his head and flew towards the position of the independent artillery regiment behind him, Lu Weijun is an old artilleryman, and he knows very well that his 130mm cannon is unavoidable in the face of such a fast and efficient counterattack by the Vietnamese army, and the caliber of the Vietnamese artillery is larger, and the power is even more amazing, and the chance of survival of the artillery position behind him is afraid

Thinking of this, Lu Weijun really didn't dare to think about it, but the harsh facts were so real in front of him: "Impossible, absolutely impossible, it is impossible for the artillery on our position to not be left at all!"

Lu Weijun, who was talking to himself, kept chattering, and then picked up the radio talkie again, and the eager and painful tone made anyone feel the urge to cry when they heard it:

"01, 01, I'm 03, please answer when you hear it, 01, please answer when you hear it, I know there are still people on the position, please answer when you hear it, please answer it"

"Haha~~" Lu Weijun's heart-wrenching voice was transmitted to the rear artillery position through the radio, at the same time that on the Vietnamese army's 2A36 type 152mm cannon position, a Soviet-made radio monitor was also playing synchronously, hearing Lu Weijun's unanswered call, Sokolovsky, who knew Chinese, couldn't help laughing:

"It seems that our tactics are very effective, you listen to this Chinese's call, more like the deathbed confession of a lamb to be slaughtered, I think not only him, all Chinese are like him, before they figure out what is going on, their artillery positions have been wiped out in a blur!"

On weekdays, Sokolovsky's face was like a layer of ice, and there was no change in expression whether he was happy or sad, but at this moment, in the face of the victory he led, the pride unique to the Slavic nation in the depths of his soul occupied his entire cold soul, and the happy and hearty laughter echoed throughout the battlefield.

But Sokolovsky's unbridled laughter disappeared in a blink of an eye, and the familiar cold look returned to the white face, and then pointed very seriously to the radio listener beside him:

"In any case, we also have to thank these Chinese, if their communication equipment is not so backward, we will not be able to arrange tactics so calmly, let alone evacuate the 122mm howitzer group so appropriately!"

"The backwardness of the Chinese's communication equipment is one thing, but the most important thing for our victory depends on the overall deployment of Comrade Colonel!" As soon as Sokolovsky's voice fell, Ilyutin handed Sokolovsky a cup of coffee:

"If it weren't for Comrade Colonel, you insisted on bringing this radio listener over, we would know the Chinese's hole cards there!"

Ilyutin's fluttering sycophant, although he didn't make Sokolovsky laugh out loud as before, but from his eyes with a hidden smile, it can still be seen that this sentence is very useful to him, so Sokolovsky took a sip of coffee gently, and just wanted to say something, a firm and bold word suddenly came out of the radio monitor:

"03,03,I'm 01, we've launched a counterattack,Please pay attention to observe,Determine the damage effect,In order to adjust the shooting Zhuyuan,Repeat,03,03,I'm 01"

"Bang~~" Before the words in the radio listener could be finished, the cup full of coffee in Sokolovsky's hand slipped from his hand and fell straight to the ground, and at the same time the teacup was torn apart, half a cup of coffee was spilled on his freshly wiped leather shoes.

But at this moment, Sokolovsky no longer had time to take care of these details, he quickly stood up and looked at the radio listener in front of him with an incredulous face:

"Counterattack? Destruction effect? Didn't you just answer it, what the hell is going on? Why does their artillery position still exist, and can anyone tell me that this is an artillery position that came out of there?"

Sokolovsky's pitch became higher and higher, so that by the end he had fallen into a state of wild roaring, but the people standing around him did not answer him, not that they did not want to answer, because at this time the entire Vietnamese army's 2A36 152mm cannon positions were out of time.

Just as Sokolovsky's roar blurted out, a huge "buzz~~" sound came from behind the northern hillside, and before the people on the position could react, dozens of rapidly falling shells instantly covered the entire Vietnamese artillery position, and then a deafening explosion sounded, followed by the second and third batches one after another

At this moment, Sokolovsky, who was first hit by the shells and went to the traffic trench, lay on the ground tightly, and there was a deafening explosion and the dying screams of the Vietnamese army in his ears.

"This is a cannonball from hell, this is a cannonball from hell"

ps: Artillery and counter-artillery This pomelo is very tired to write, the reason everyone should know, Yuzu is not a professional artillery, but an authentic liberal arts monk, a lot of things have to rely on checking information, and then they are digesting and absorbing, and after they are integrated, they are presented to the majority of book friends, so there will be some points in it that can't stand scrutiny, but Yuzu thinks, this is a novel after all, everyone just reads it happily, don't you say?

Finally, for the sake of Yuzu's efforts, give Yuzu more collections and recommend Yuzu to thank you again!

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