Knowing that the British and French troops had once again avoided the battle, Colonel Wharton, as the commander of the front, was furious, but only thunderous, and in addition to stopping the stillborn attack, he could only pour his anger on Colonel Heidenberg, the air force colonel who was responsible for clearing the Chinese artillery.

Heidenberg, who felt very good about himself, was scolded by Colonel Wharton for no reason, and he did not expect that the Eighth Army Command, the Air Force Command in Korea, and even the Far East Air Force Command and the United Nations General Command would send him harshly worded telegrams.

He was accused of failing to do his duty, resulting in heavy casualties among the UN forces.

Colonel Heidenberg, who was already quite temperamental, could bear such accusations, not to mention that in addition to Denzel's L-3J "Grasshopper" light reconnaissance plane, the reconnaissance planes responsible for forward reconnaissance calibration were all P-51 "Mustang" modified reconnaissance planes, which were equipped with a visual observation system and a high-speed camera under the fuselage.

After uninterrupted reconnaissance of more than a dozen sorties at the same location, even if one or two flight crews occasionally reported errors, it is not difficult to find traces of Chinese artillery positions based on the photographic results of multiple sorties.

Because of this, Colonel Heidenberg was full of confidence in the counter-battery operation under his command, and he thought that as soon as the vigorous blow on his side was completed, the Chinese artillery on the opposite side would directly attack the ground forces of the United Nations forces even more ruthlessly, as if they had discussed it.

Although the soldiers of other allies were all fighting, Colonel Heidenberg's face always felt hot, thinking of those harshly worded messages from the commanders, Heidenberg could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, and suddenly threw the reconnaissance photo in his hand on the table, and immediately roared at the officers and soldiers in the command post: "How do your eyes grow? I can't even find out the location of the Chinese's artillery! ”

As soon as these words came out, the officers and soldiers around them all lowered their heads one by one, as if they didn't hear it, what they should do, anyway, the big guys know Heidenberg's temper, if you go to the top, the less good fruit you will eat, and letting it go will make this person calm down.

Sure enough, as soon as this sentence was scolded, Colonel Heidenberg felt that the suppressed anger in his chest had disappeared a lot, and he didn't care about the reaction of the officers and soldiers at the command post, so he pulled a chair and sat down, and poured a cup of cold water into it, and his mind calmed down a lot, and at this time, the orderly had already sorted out the reconnaissance photos on the ground and put them on the table.

Colonel Heidenberg picked up a few and looked at them, his thick yellow eyebrows frowning vigorously, it was a Chinese army American-made 105mm howitzer position.

Judging from the reconnaissance photos, the artillery positions were arranged very neatly, and the next few photos of the evaluation of the strike effect also confirmed that the 105mm howitzer positions had been blown up to the ground, and it is no exaggeration to say that the destroyed ones could no longer be destroyed.

However, from the accurate data just received from the U.S. artillery survey unit, one of the ballistics of the shelling just carried out by the Chinese army came from the area where the photograph was located.

Although Heidenberg often scolded his subordinates for having eye problems, he knew that the conclusions he had made after multiple sorties of continuous reconnaissance and using statistical calculations were more credible than Marilyn Monroe's sex~~! ~~ The feeling is much more real, in this case, the 105mm howitzer position in the photo should be completely eliminated.

But......

"False target!"

Heidenberg didn't think too long about this strange situation, and a hard proper noun popped out of his thick lips, and he didn't continue to look at the photo, but frowned a little troublesomely, but the next moment he pulled the corners of his mouth again, revealing an incomprehensible smile: "Do you want to play magic?" It's a pity that these stupid Chinese met real magicians! ”

When he said this, a proud look flashed on Heidenberg's fat face again, and his pride did not come from the strength of the American army, but from the fact that he was already very powerful.

Because he is the "magician" who used to play the German legion in North Africa, Italy and Normandy!

……

"Again, what's your chief's name? Magician Heidenberg? ”

Somewhere in the cold Yellow Mountain, near the railway, Denzel sat honestly on a wooden pier, his tattered clothes made him look very embarrassed, and a few abrasions and bloody wounds made him hurt terribly.

But at this time, Denzel didn't care about the messy dress and bleeding wounds, he held his waist meticulously, and carefully analyzed the words of the young man in front of him wearing a volunteer uniform.

As if knowing that his English had too much accent from his hometown in the Northeast, Zhou Xing's brows twisted hard towards the middle, and repeated: "How can it be called this name?" Tell you, don't play tricks on me, or ......"

"Sir, I'm telling the truth!"

When Denzel saw Zhou Xing's eyes, he was as frightened as a chicken, and he was so frightened that he was scared, not because of the deliberate smearing of Chinese prisoner of war camps by the US military propaganda agencies.

But as a veteran who has experienced the war, he has really seen too many flies on the battlefield, and counting him is only two people, if he really can't be slaughtered by the Chinese soldiers in front of him, he still goes to the downed L-3J "Grasshopper" light reconnaissance plane, and the proper plane crashes and dies.

At that time, all the Geneva Conventions and the UN Charter will be waste paper, and there will be no place to reason, so in order to save his own life, even if it is nonsense, he must honestly and clearly: "Heidenberg is the name of our commander, and the magician is his nickname, because he once commanded a task force all the time, specializing in making, keeping and inspecting false targets."

In the Battle of El Alamein in North Africa, the British army used his false objectives to deceive the cunning Rommel and finally won the battle; And before the Normandy landings, the Allies also used his mixed methods to create the illusion of preparing to land on Podai......"

Denzel can be said to have poured beans from a bamboo tube and sold Heidenberg cleanly, but fortunately he only knows a rough idea, otherwise all the bullshit of the third uncle and the second aunt will be confessed.

But even so, it also made Zhou Xing's back a layer of white sweat, he thought that everything would be fine if he had a capable person on his side who could conjure countless tricks on the battlefield, but he didn't expect that the other party had a more senior character, although Zhou Xing didn't know what Alamein was, what Normandy, but his intuition as a soldier told him that the guy named Heidenberg was dangerous......

“…… Because he was able to create a situation on the battlefield that it was difficult to distinguish between real and fake, we nicknamed him 'The Magician'! ”

While Zhou Xing was wrinkling his eyebrows and thinking deeply, Denzel finally said the origin of that nickname, but at this moment, Zhou Xing's face had become deeper and deeper......