[156] The goal is to set the sea

On the six artillery positions of the PLA cannon group, the shells were piled up like hills, and for this shelling, a transport team of more than 3,000 people was constantly rushing to transport the shells that had been shot down and to transport shells to the artillery positions.

Bu Zhenghong, the commander-in-chief of the temporary artillery of the cannon cluster this time, excitedly commanded the 144 long-range destruction hammers, and at this time he was already flushed with excitement, after all, he had never commanded so many cannon salvos in his life, so he did not hesitate to bombard the shells.

According to Commander Su Yu's pre-war arrangement, he was told to use his strength to eat milk, but he could fight hard, and the more shells he hit, the better. Say it's called a saturation attack. Bu Zhenghong, who had commanded more than 30 75mm mountain guns in a previous battle, is here with all his spirit, okay, commander, this time I will let you see my ability.

After learning the mimeographed version of the army tactics compiled by the 491 Engineering Agency brought by Xiaoqiang, what made the old commanders a little overwhelmed was the amount of Van Vliet ammunition mentioned in the book, that is, what artillery saturation attack, the old commanders were envious on the one hand, and on the other hand, they felt that this thing was a waste? Who wouldn't. As long as the logistics can keep up, Lao Tzu can build more than this Yankee surnamed Fan, and it is guaranteed to cost ideas.

This time, the East China Military Region became the first to eat crabs, and Deputy Commander Su Yu clearly emphasized that this time we will waste a handful and strive to take Zhoushan Island at the lowest cost.

Li Sijiu was close to his comrades-in-arms in the landing craft, and all 125 members of his regimental headquarters were on this boat. The comrades stood chest to chest, back to back, the heat and vitality of their bodies warmed each other, breathing the breath of pickled vegetable buns and rice porridge in breakfast exhaled by their comrades-in-arms.

Li Sijiu knew that after today, some of the familiar smells here might no longer be smelled.

The big man stood behind Li Sijiu, "Ugh! He burped.

At this moment, everyone in the landing craft laughed, and the big man grinned embarrassedly: "What the division commander said, you can eat enough, and I really ate it." ”

Li Sijiu knew that the big man's face must have been red at this time. The big man's surname is Shi, he is nearly one meter nine, he can eat two or three catties of noodles without belly, and four taels of steamed buns are easy to eat without eating. He can do the work of three or four people alone, and he can carry a big sandbag of three or four hundred catties, and he can carry it without difficulty. Because he thought he had a lot to eat, he didn't have a landlord to do long work for him, but when he was busy with farming, he was asked to do a short job, and he was given a salary for one person, and he was asked to do three or four people's work.

Because he couldn't eat enough for a long time, the big man was as thin as a bamboo pole before joining the army, and he almost never survived the famine in Huangpan in Henan. Somehow, he has the bones and uprightness of a man in the Central Plains, and he is willing to barely make a living with labor, but he is not willing to flee the desert and kneel on the street to kowtow for food.

When the Eighth Route Army passed through the village, the landlords had run out, and the big men and some hungry people who could not walk were lying in broken grass huts waiting to die. These passing eight-way gave him a nest and left, which was not half the size of a big man's fist, but the big man came back to life after eating. The big man wondered why Balu wanted to give him a nest head? Eight roads are as hungry as dried vegetables.

The big man also starved to death, and he owed the landlord less food until he died, and when his mother died, she told him that he must not owe anything to anyone. So the big man ran the mountain road in the middle of the night to catch up with the eighth road, and asked why he gave him a nest head?

Balu said, no why, you are poor, we Balu are also poor, and the poor can't watch the poor starve to death.

The big man felt that what Balu said was right, and he became Balu.

The troops won victory after victory, continued to move south, and there was enough food. But the big man has always eaten less, and people usually eat three bowls, and the big man eats three bowls. The company commander asked him why he didn't eat more, and the big man said that everyone was poor and couldn't take advantage of others.

Later, the company commander instructed the cooking squad that the big man must have double meals in the future.

Li Sijiu leaned on the big man's broad back and said, "It's good to be full, you have to be full." After beating away Lao Jiang, the poor people are full every day. ”

The comrades stopped smiling and looked at the big man with warm eyes. At this time, the guard Er Gazi suddenly spoke, singing in his northern Shaanxi tune: "We are walking on the road, high-spirited and high-spirited......

This is a new song that the troops have learned, and everyone sang along with Ergazi one by one, and the crowded landing craft was filled with the smell of steamed buns, pickles, and rice porridge.

When Shi Jue heard the sound of artillery, he immediately understood that the People's Liberation Army was about to land! The cannon roared all the time, and Shi Jue kept calling and sending telegrams.

However, the headquarters of the independent 45th Division of Zhou Jiayuan and the military headquarters of the 19th Army could not be contacted at the moment. Shi Jue jumped to his feet in a hurry.

Hu Lian's 67th Army was stationed in Dinghai City east of Zhou's homeland, and after the Battle of Kinmen, the tail of the 67th Army had been raised to the sky, and Hu Lian was also obsessed with armored vehicles to the sky. Lao Jiang brought two armored brigades and two armored squadrons to Zhoushan this time, including 280 armored vehicles and 20 tanks, all of which were handed over to Hu Lian's command. At this time, the 67th Army had already high-profile self-proclaimed mechanized general reserve, and it would rush to wherever it started.

Hu Lian was not in a hurry, he had to wait, just like Kinmen, first wait for the ammunition that the PLA went to the beach to fight, and then he stabbed it with an armored car.

Hu Lian sat on the bed and listened to the report of his subordinates, lifted the quilt unhurriedly, got up in the midst of the sound of artillery, and said to his personal guard secretary while washing his face: "Tell Shi Jue that my 67th Army is assembling. ”

"Yes."

Hu Lian washed his face, suddenly thought of something, suddenly became alert, took a wet towel and asked, "Is this cannon from Jintang Island, which is occupied by the army?" Why is it so dense! ”

The secretary replied: "I heard from the 19th Army radio station that it was from the Beilun wharf.

Hu Lian threw the towel into the basin and shouted, "This is impossible! How can there be cannon cannons for the supply army! This cannon sounds like at least a hundred! Even if there are cannons for the army, there can't be more than a hundred! ”

The secretary was speechless.

Hu Lian sank his face, walked quickly out of the house he had requisitioned, and walked towards his headquarters.

At this moment, the mountainside north of Zhoujiayuan was in flames, and the 130mm cannon cluster began to name the bunkers and gun positions on these mountains with high-explosive incendiary shells mixed with high-explosive anti-personnel shells.

The trees on the mountain were uprooted, and the raging wildfires were burning more and more in the drizzle, and the high-explosive incendiary bombs with white phosphorus were not afraid of this small raindrop, and the explosions made the mountain fires crackle.

After the roll call, the cannon fire began to pause briefly, and they began to change their aim.

In the headquarters of the artillery cluster, Bu Zhenghong ordered: "The target is Dinghai, and each company will shell the predetermined area according to Jihua."

On the six artillery positions, the artillery commanders commanded the thick cannon barrels to shake in the drizzle, and the raindrops hit the fiery barrels, raising streams of steam. The cannon clusters with a forest of barrels turned around en masse, and the scene was quiet and shocking.

Bu Zhenghong was silently reciting something in his mouth, and he vaguely heard that he was saying, "...... 67 Army ...... Golden Gate ...... Panzer Corps ......"