Chapter 4: Chaotic D-Day (2)
Zhao Yiyi, male, 37 years old, unmarried. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info A pair of black-framed glasses, an embarrassing beard, a slightly bulging belly, and the hair on the top of the head has some signs of "Mediterranean". If you go back six months, he is just a middle-aged uncle in a third-tier small city in China. Living in his parents' old house, in the name of filial piety and taking care of his parents, he actually didn't have the courage to go out. Without a girlfriend, he was too lazy to look for it and didn't have the confidence to find it.
At this time, one of the Zhao was sitting on a chair stacked with three bullet boxes under the camouflage shed. Quietly watching a group of officers with lower ranks than him arguing. He had no idea of stopping the quarrel and had no intention of joining the discussion.
For the current situation, Zhao Yi blamed the malice of the "director team". Each of the officers who were arguing on reason represented a small group, and they trained together to fight together before the crossing. As a theoretically commanding officer, he can actually command his three-person tank crew.
Han Mei, the highest-ranking military doctor, returned to the field hospital after announcing the military command of Zhao Yi in accordance with the procedures in this temporary command post.
The controversy was caused by the fact that the commanders of the two infantry detachments insisted that the first aircraft conduct reconnaissance to find out the situation around the base and the location of the crossing personnel who did not respond to their calls. And for good reason: there are no satellite signals, no radio waves other than ours. A space-time that has not yet produced radio communication equipment, and there will not be anti-aircraft weapons capable of shooting down the OV-10.
The two pilots insisted that it could not be ruled out that it was too remote to receive radio signals, and that the crossing could even cause damage to the radio equipment around the base. The absence of other radio signals is not an indication of flight safety. And this North American Mustang OV-10D light reconnaissance attack aircraft is the only aircraft in the entire base. If anything happens to it, the entire traverser force will be left without air support. The flying team advocated that the ground forces should send patrols to conduct armed reconnaissance of the surrounding area and search for those who had not been contacted.
The sappers and the chief officer of the fire brigade who crossed directly to the base with the flying detachment had apparently reached a tacit understanding before, and they supported the idea of the flying detachment. The communications platoon was busy setting up communications equipment, setting up a command center, and continuing to call the remaining traversers. It was wise to avoid attending this meeting, and it was better not to get involved in this quarrel that would not harm the interests of their small team.
Zhao Yi looked at his watch, it had been more than three hours since he had traveled to this time and space. By this time, the sun had risen over the horizon and the fog had completely cleared. No one was seen on the dirt road next to the base. There were a lot of ruts, livestock and human footprints on that road, which proved that it was a trunk road before they arrived. Strangely, however, there is no one to be seen now. Whether using telescopes or advanced FS3 target sights, the vigilant troops on the periphery could not find a single figure, cooking smoke, or even the slightest sign of human activity.
Depending on the surrounding vegetation, the current season, and the position of the sun, this should be some coastal place in northern China. As for the date, it is difficult to guess. Wooden wheels were still used in remote places in northern China until the fifties and sixties of the 19th century. It is difficult to determine the current age based on the traces on the dirt road alone.
Both sides of the argument have good reasons to support their point of view. The North American Mustang OV-10D light reconnaissance attack aircraft is a twin-engine piston aircraft, which is used by the U.S. military to carry out ground reconnaissance, forward air traffic control, and close air support missions under the condition of full air supremacy. Note that it is under the condition of complete air supremacy, otherwise the slow speed of the OV-10D is tantamount to a target aircraft in the sky. In fact, Germany once introduced this aircraft as a target aircraft in the original time and space.
If the current time is at any point in time after the 40s of the 19th century, it is very dangerous for the OV-10D to rise into the air rashly, whether it is the Japanese army's "Zero" or the PLA's MiG-19, it can easily turn it into slag in seconds.
As for the danger of having the ground forces send out patrols to investigate, the officers can roughly guess one or two by looking at the expressions on the faces of the American GIs in "Band of Brothers" when they are named to participate in the patrol mission.
"Hey, stop for a moment, listen, shut up." Zhao Yi shouted.
The four noisy young men were like ducks who had been suddenly choked by the neck, and the quarrel stopped abruptly. After six months of intensive military training and combat life, the reverence and obedience to their superiors have left a deep imprint on their bodies. When the man with the captain's badge made a sound, they subconsciously straightened their backs and stopped arguing.
"Get out of that damn dome light curtain and breathe the air outside clogged your cerebral blood vessels? Or are you going to pull the mountain and become the king yourself? Don't you know what it's like? Zhao Yi's saliva almost sprayed on the faces of these officers.
"We're all sitting in the same boat, stop calculating the interests of your small team, and if we continue to make trouble, we can only end up together."
Zhao Yi felt that this moment was the strongest moment in his aura in the past thirty-seven years. He was not a piercing person when he was a child, with an ordinary appearance, ordinary academic performance, and he didn't even serve as the leader of the Young Pioneers. It is very apt to describe him with a lyric from Eason Chan, "I am not rare, and if I go around the street for a week, I will be gone." Throw it into the crowd on the street, and you won't be able to find him.
The brutal battles across Afghanistan and Iraq under the dome made Zhao Yi understand that those unavoidable responsibilities must be borne bravely and decisively. Any hesitation and hesitation may cost you and your comrades-in-arms.
"Lieutenant Dunlop, pick a squad of elite men from your infantry platoon, ride in a 'Piranha' infantry chariot, and search and reconnoiter south along the road. Lieutenant Xiao Fei, pick a squad of elites in your infantry platoon, take that M1127RV reconnaissance vehicle, and search and reconnoiter north along the road. Zhao Yi gestured on a makeshift map.
"Your task is to observe and record anything along the way that will help identify the time and place in which we are now. To avoid conflict with the natives of this plane, we are not yet sure who our enemies are. Remember, in the face of any military force, take a photo, quickly maneuver along the road to the base. Zhao Yi gave a briefing to the officers.
"Remember, you don't have the authorization to fire right now. In particular, in the face of the PLA, as well as the armament of its predecessors, it is possible to surrender to it in the event that it is impossible to get out. As one of the Zhao who grew up under the red flag of the new society, he has a cordiality to PLA from the bottom of his bones.
"Flight team, hang live ammunition on the plane, prepare for takeoff, and be ready to support the ground forces at any time."
"Still have questions?" After assigning the task, Zhao Yi looked around at the officers.
"Sir, what should I do if I encounter a devil?" Lieutenant Dunlop asked.
"When you meet devils, you will explode their chrysanthemums." Zhao Yi replied.
Although Zhao Yi knew that the current anti-aircraft weapons of the troops were scarce, and the location of the base was too close to the coast. In the fight against the Japanese in World War II, Japanese aircraft and the navy's large-caliber naval guns would pose a mortal threat to them.
But so what, this is an army of pure Chinese, and there is absolutely no possibility of compromise with the Japanese. Even if he showed the slightest inclination to surrender, he dared to guarantee that someone would dare to shoot him.
Travel back in time and participate in an event called "Battlefield Reality Show", who can guarantee that they will survive with all their beards and tails. If it were to meet the Japanese army in World War II, it would be basically the worst-case scenario, and the Japanese army had been controlling the northern part of China until the surrender.
If you really carry it like this, when you can't hold on, you can only give up the green paint area and give up heavy equipment to fight guerrillas. surrendered and became a traitor, but he only survived for a few years. After the two big bombs of Mi Di were thrown down, a few traitors escaped the fate of swinging.
After Zhao Yiyi's dismissal order, the officers whistled and rushed out of the camouflage shed of the temporary command post, shouting the slogan "Explode their chrysanthemums" from time to time.
After battling the clones of the "illegal armed men", they have more than just a fear of death. In a way, death is a relief for them. For most Chinese people, it was an honor to die in battle with the Japanese army.
Zhao Yi didn't expect his sentence of "exploding their chrysanthemums" to bring a huge boost to morale. He lit a cigarette and was the last one to walk out of the camouflage shed. Looking at Dunlop and Xiao Fei in the distance, they were selecting personnel to carry out reconnaissance tasks.
Soon the people who participated in the mission were selected, and they unloaded their excess equipment and removed the bottles and cans hanging on the selected infantry chariots. After inspecting the equipment for the last time, they boarded the infantry chariot, chanted the slogan "Burst their chrysanthemums", and rushed to the base in a roaring car.
Zhao Yi threw away the cigarette butt and stepped on the fire extinguishing star with his foot. Head to the large hangar at the end of the runway.
The hangar is constructed of thick reinforced concrete, and the reinforced concrete thickness of the hangar roof also reaches 1 m5.
A large amount of supplies are piled up in the hangar, which is loaded in standard containers. At present, in addition to the construction of fortifications, the most urgent thing is to organize the work of counting and transporting these materials.
The ammunition and food that combat units and vehicles carry with them are very limited. In the event of a fierce battle, the ammunition that these fighters are carrying according to the mold of the US military will not last long at all, and the US military is known for its large amount of ammunition delivered per unit of time.
In addition, ammunition, food, and medical supplies are piled up in a non-professional warehouse, which is always a safety hazard, and the speed of sorting and storage must be accelerated.
Zhao Yi walked into the hangar, which was the real "green paint area" in the strict sense. Two-thirds of the floor of the hangar was covered with green paint, and the rest of the base had no green paint anywhere. Considering the sturdy construction of the hangar, this should be the "green paint area" referred to by the "director team".
The soldiers from the various detachments were busy sorting out supplies, and the food was moved out of standard containers and placed on the ground outside the green paint. The ammunition was removed from the hangar and placed in containers at the base surrounded by blast walls, where the new ammunition depot was located. Medical supplies were transported to the hospital.
At this time, it has been 4 hours since the crossing, and there are still 142 traversers who have not been contacted.