The second book friend thinks that the number of times the US military has been divined is too much, and the facts are divination. Not to mention the joint concave nails, the identification of "chaos" and "chaos" has been running through the whole thing. Korean War. Book lovers who remain skeptical can take a look at how the attack on the White Tiger Regiment happened. That happened near the end of the Korean War. At that time, there was still such a distinction of 'chaos' and 'chaos', let alone during the war. It can be said that there are countless battles on the Korean battlefield that identify 'chaos' and 'chaos'.

Chapter XXVII. Artillery Positions

The team descended the high ground and walked along the road for a while, the fire behind them getting darker and darker, and in a moment they turned into darkness. At this time, the soldiers breathed a sigh of relief and secretly wiped a handful of sweat. Zhang Fafu and Yang Minle were even more weak in their feet, and they found a stone on the side of the road and sat down.

"What are you doing?" Seeing this, I hurriedly whispered: "Go on, what kind of place is this." Still want to sit down? "Yes!" Zhang Fafu and Yang Minle didn't dare to slack off, and quickly stood up and followed the team in a whisper.

The "regimental commander" walked for a while. Zhang Fafu seemed to remember something, walked a few steps and caught up and asked in a low voice: "Regiment leader, your injury"

"Shut up". I frowned, and replied impatiently, "You two say one more word to me, believe it or not, I killed you."

"Yes". Zhang Fafu quickly realized that he had made another mistake, and quickly blushed and stepped aside.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, this inexperience is inexperience, just a few steps away from the enemy's defense line, the darkness is full of Yankees, they still dare to speak Chinese on the road, what if there is anything. The Yankees became suspicious,,

Fortunately, the weather was already very cold at this time, and the American GIs, who were accustomed to living a comfortable life, either hid in tents and slept soundly, or several people gathered around the fire to roast the fire, even the sentries were like this. This cheapened us, and the group walked silently along the path for ten minutes. No one came up for questioning, so they passed through the US military garrison without any danger.

The target was not far from the line of defense of the American army, only a few kilometers away. At this time, Wang Xianru acted as a tour guide again, leading the way ahead while checking the map.

Although I am the supreme leader of this unit, I really have little confidence in my sense of direction. Present tense. Even if I live in the city for a few years, I often 'get lost', and for this reason, I miss a 'girl' who has a crush on me. The reason is that I went in the wrong direction when I went to the appointment, and the two of them were one in the east and one in the west, and they each waited for each other for one night.

This was especially true when I was in North Korea, where every road and every road in North Korea seemed to look the same. That's why every time I march, I always like to 'hand' the map to a guide or subordinate who is familiar with the terrain. Occasionally, you just need to ask where you are and how long you are left to reach your destination.

In order not to let my subordinates find out that I was blind, I was careful to ask every half hour. Only this time, I didn't have to, because I hadn't waited for me to speak. Wang Xianru pointed to a hill not far away against the map and whispered: "When you arrive, it is Chi 8 Heights."

"Hmm!" Although I knew that this march would not be long, I was used to walking for a few days as soon as I started. I was a little surprised to arrive at my destination so quickly this time.

Hide in the snow with the warriors. Grabbed the telescope hanging in front of his chest and looked at the high ground. The first thing that catches your eye is a few dazzling lampposts, which have been fighting the US army for so long, and you can tell at a glance that they are searchlights. However, unlike the searchlights in other positions, the searchlights on other positions rotate to monitor the important places under the high ground, but the lampposts here are stationary.

Presumably, the U.S. military didn't think that any enemy would come here, so they turned on the searchlight and casually threw it aside. It also gave me a good opportunity to observe the position. Under the light of the searchlight, I could clearly see in my telescope the terrain around the Chi-8 Heights and the arrangement of the American troops.

The high ground was overgrown with weeds, no trenches, no barbed wire, no roar of cars or tanks, only a few lonely machine-gun positions on the top of the hill. At the foot of the hill a road zigzagged into the darkness on the back, and on the east side there was a small ditch where the water flowed through a cement pipe about a meter in diameter under the road into the small river under the road.

"Shh I beckoned to Zhang Fafu, who was facing the high ground in a daze, and asked in a low voice, "Is your artillery regiment mistaken?" Such a position would be an artillery position for the enemy? Not a single car, not a single cannon."

Zhang Fafu raised his 'chest' and observed it for a while, and said hesitantly: "It doesn't make sense! From the analysis of the enemy's trajectory, their shells should have been fired in this area. Head. Behind Chi 8 Heights is a *** open field, maybe they hid the cannon there! ”

"Hmm!" I replied with a frown. I really don't agree with Zhang Fafu's statement.

Zhang Fafu has no combat experience, but I know the virtue of the American devils, they rely on the volunteers to have no aerial reconnaissance, so they have never hid their cannons in the tunnels like our volunteers, at most they will 'get' some simple camouflage for them, but it doesn't matter if people have already arrived here to take a look, it is better than searching the enemy's positions aimlessly.

Thinking of this, as soon as the war ten after the drama juice beckoned, they took the war ten cat waist towards the tip of the river

The guard on the 8th Heights was even more lax than we had imagined, and when we cautiously climbed up, we found that there were no American soldiers on the top of the hill, only seven or eight single tents that were constantly leaking out, and a fire was burning outside the tents. There was a mess around the fire, and guns, canned food boxes, helmets, *** boxes, wine bottles, etc. were thrown everywhere. The Yankees slept so soundly that we didn't even notice when we walked to their tent. Huang Sihu made a gesture at me, gesturing his right hand on his neck, and asked me if I wanted to kill these Yankees secretly.

I shook my head and told him not to act rashly.

I believe that the fighters can do this, they are all veterans who have been rolling on the battlefield for several years, and it is not too simple to deal with one by one while the American army is asleep. But the result of this is not meaningful to our mission, but may bring us danger.

So I gestured to the warriors. He led the warriors to lurk on a small hill on the east side of the 8th Heights. I don't want to lurk on the high ground because I don't want to step on one of us the next day when the Yankees get out of bed and go for a walk. Lurking in this small hill, you can observe the conditions of the high ground. It can also observe high underground roads, and the small hills are under the nose of the enemy, which is also the most neglected place for the enemy.

"Get your walkie-talkie ready! I dragged Zhang Fafu and Yang Minle to a snow field downwind, and while helping him use the snow as a camouflage, I ordered: "Remember, you are not allowed to 'mess' at any time, and 'urine' must be pulled in the crotch of my 'pants', food is within reach, keep the walkie-talkie unblocked, and be ready to contact the headquarters at any time!"

"Yes!" The two of them answered, a flash of fear in their eyes, but nodded at me anyway.

The cold wind is howling and the snow is falling.

Although we who were lying in the snow had prepared in advance and wore an extra set of military uniforms, the chill from the snow still hit us one after another. I've had a few experiences, and I'm a little used to this, but I'm sure Zhang Fafu lying next to me is not, because it didn't take long for me to hear the sound of his teeth fighting. I couldn't help but laugh bitterly. And that's just the beginning of the net! I doubt they'll be able to survive until it's dark again.

Reluctantly, he handed Zhang Fafu a 'wool' towel and motioned him to bite it with his mouth, which stopped his voice that might have made us all ***.

The sky soon brightened, and I raised my head slightly and poked the lens of my telescope out of my camouflage cloak. Looking through the binoculars at the open field behind Chi-8 Highland, I was disappointed to see nothing but a white patch of snow. There were no cars, no cannons, and no traces of wheels.

So I was thinking about whether I should change it while the sky was not yet bright and the enemy had not yet gotten up. Local observations. But the idea was quickly rejected by myself. In broad daylight, it is difficult for us to deceive the enemy. This is the defense zone of the US military. The puppet army rarely appears here, and there are just some tour guides, turning Ze or something. So even if we all put on the uniforms of the puppet army, it will still be difficult to move an inch. Obviously, we can't dress up as U.S. troops. Unless one of us is the legendary Master of Disguise who can turn us into Caucasians,

Thinking of this, I had no choice but to make a mistake and continue to lurk here waiting for the night to come and look for another opportunity.

The people of the artillery regiment have made me miserable! As I watched, I cursed in my heart that every time they found the wrong target, it meant that I and the soldiers had to lurk in the snow for an extra night. If we continue like this, if we can't find the enemy's artillery positions all the time, does it mean that we can't go back?

I don't want to hide in the US military position like this all day long, spinning in circles like a mouse,

The sun is rising higher and higher, the oncoming mountain wind is not so cold, and a few Yankees on the 8 highlands have finally moved.

"Hey, wake up!" A Yankee was the first to emerge from the tent and kicked a few neighboring men with his foot. The tent cried out, "Get up for me, they're coming!" I don't want to be like last time. The 'bastard' called down the hill to do push-ups! ”

They're coming? When I heard this, I couldn't help but be a little puzzled, who are they? Could it be"

As soon as the thought came to mind, I faintly heard the rumbling of motors on the road, and a few Yankees on the 8 heights of the building were soon busy. Those who put on clothes, those who look for socks, and those who lift their 'trousers', are 'chaotic' with the sound of swearing and whining. After a while, the Yankees stood in full armor and majestic on several machine-gun positions and saluted.

The rumbling sound became louder and louder, and I secretly glanced at Zhang Fafu who was lying beside me, and both of them saw the joy in each other's eyes, although Zhang Fafu at this time had been frozen to the point that his face was pale and shivering.

After a while, at the end of the road, more than a dozen Sherman tanks turned out, each with an eight-inch cannon towed, followed by a dozen cars carrying artillery and shells, one after another lined up in a long line, and slowly drove down the road into the open field in front of the 8th Height.

As soon as the Sherman tank lowered the artillery towed behind, it was immediately under the command of the engineer sentry and flag. Use a bulldozer to level the snow and make the gun positions of each 'door' gun ready. The artilleryman quickly jumped out of the car, moved ***, and showed the two guns, which was originally very calm, and the energetic heights were lively in an instant At this time, I noticed that Zhang Fafu beside me was moving, and slowly turned my head, and found that he was stretching out his right hand that was trembling from the cold, and he was about to report like the headquarters when he grabbed the walkie-talkie, and I hurriedly made a move to him. The 'look' of his eyes stopped him in his movements.

Although Zhang Fafu didn't understand what I meant, he still put away the walkie-talkie.

Guys who have never seen the world, I can't help but laugh secretly when I see this, only twelve 'guns' are in a hurry to report to the headquarters, even if the parameters you calculated are accurate, and you successfully guided the artillery to fire a few rounds of artillery, how many 'guns' can you knock out the Yankees? You don't look at the Yankees who left a lot of empty seats behind them when they set up their gun emplacements."

As I expected, it didn't take long for another batch of artillery to arrive, also towed by Sherman tanks. At this time, Zhang Fafu understood my intentions. He couldn't help but glance at me in admiration.

But my eyes were staring at the tanks with envy: "In other words, this Sherman tank is really a piece of the U.S. military." Magic weapon, especially in this snowy winter. At this time, if you use a car to pull a cannon, there is a high chance that the wheels will slip or sink into a snow pit. However, this is not the case with the Sherman, and the bulldozer blade in front of the Sherman can quickly open the way and place the gun emplacements. In this bad weather, the role of the Sherman tank is really nothing to say. However, it seems that only the U.S. military has the conditions to do this, using tanks to tow artillery.

"Boom"

The gunners set up their cannons. They fired their artillery in the direction of our army without any purpose. Shells shot out, one after another. A hot and smoking shell retreated, and the artillerymen laughed as if they were fine, and covered their ears when it was time to open fire.

I had heard Li Yan talk about the Yankees' eight-inch artillery before, and he said that the Yankees' artillery could hit kilometers of force, which was exactly the distance of our army's two-day march. In other words, we ran desperately for two days, and the Yankees only had to follow us with planes, and then a round of artillery fire could wipe us out. And this kilometer is still a straight-line distance on the map, so you have to really calculate the road. Even if you run, you can't escape its attack range for three or four days.

The Yankees once took advantage of this advantage and inflicted considerable losses on our army's artillery. Li said that he had encountered such a situation. On one occasion, several of his guns fell behind during the retreat, allowing enemy planes to keep an eye on them. Strangely, the enemy's planes did not drop bombs, strafe or 'fire', nor guide the artillery to fire, but only changed to a plane from time to time and circled in circles. After running for three days, he thought it was all right, so he contacted the large army and pulled the cannon into the shelter of the large army.

It is no wonder that the Volunteer Army has a military rule: once someone or a car is discovered by enemy planes, they must stay where they are and wait for enemy planes to come and bomb them. If he violates this military rule, his superiors have the right to shoot him on the spot.

This is the military regulation taken by the volunteers in desperation to sacrifice the small self to save the big self!

Now, looking at the long-range artillery in front of me, which had caused many casualties to our army, and thinking that they would soon be wiped out under the blows of our artillery, a sense of excitement rose in my heart.

"Boom The U.S. military continues to fire without a single cannon, anyway for a long-range artillery like them. Any shot you can shoot can reach North Korea. They don't have a shortage of shells, and they don't care if they hit the civilian population, so they assume it's just a warm-up.

"Boom,"

With the sound of artillery, more and more artillery entered the position under the traction of the tank. I roughly counted it, and there were more than forty 'doors', some were howitzers, some were cannons, plus tanks, cars, ***" almost covered the open land in front of me, and I nodded lightly to Zhang Fafu who was lying beside me.

Zhang Fa Fulai.

As a few numbers came out that I couldn't understand at all, a strange roar of cannonballs was heard in the sky, and then only "boom" was heard. With a loud bang, a shell exploded two miles from the enemy's position.

Then Zhang Fafu stared at the landing point of the shell for a while, and soon reported a series of numbers again. Then another shell was fired, but unfortunately it did not hit the enemy's position.

By the time the third shell hit the neighborhood, the American artillery had already sensed that something was wrong. They immediately stopped their movements and panicked, and quickly brought in tanks to pull the cannon away.

I couldn't help but look at Zhang Fafu anxiously. I saw him clenching his teeth, beads of sweat the size of beans going straight down, his eyes staring at the landing point of the shell just now and motionless, as if he was thinking about something.

I knew that he was mentally calculating the correct coordinates of the enemy's artillery position, so I didn't dare to disturb him. Just wait patiently. Soon. Zhang Fafu gritted his teeth and reported a set of numbers into the microphone again.

A strange roar was heard in the sky, and then only a boom was heard, and a shell exploded in the form of a radial 'shot' in the enemy's position, and immediately blew up a military vehicle into the sky.

"Hit!" Zhang Fafu shouted excitedly and took a big bait at the microphone: "All artillery fire five rapid 'fire', all artillery fire five rapid 'fire'"