Zhukov was fascinated, holding a portion of beef jerky in his left hand and tapping rhythmically on the table with his right hand. The cannon on the ground was still firing, and a time had passed. Soviet artillery never stopped shelling.

He had wanted to enjoy the supper, but when the orderlies brought the beef jerky and Volga, he had no appetite at all. His eyes were misty, and he tried to immerse himself in the sound of the cannons, but he couldn't get drunk for a moment.

An hour had passed, according to his previous knowledge of the Chinese army. It is simply impossible to be so quiet, and at this moment there is no movement even in the defense line established by China. It's all so perverse.

Putting the beef jerky in his hand on the table, he still didn't have the slightest appetite. At this moment, he inexplicably had a bad premonition in his heart, he didn't know where such a premonition came from, blind suspicion was not his character, but sometimes he had to admit that this inexplicable sense of crisis was sometimes very effective, especially at a moment like this.

Zhukov shook his head, wanting to expel this inexplicable sense of crisis, but the more he was like this, the stronger the sense of crisis in his heart.

When the orderly beside him saw Zhukov's actions, he asked a little strangely: "Sir, are these things not to your liking, I'll go and change them." ”

"No, it tastes good, but I don't have the heart to eat it." Zhukov waved his hand, not wanting to embarrass the orderlies who had followed him for many years.

"Sir, it seems that you are confused, I have followed you for so many years, and I have rarely seen you like this. Did you think of something? ”

"I don't know why, but I always feel like things are going so well." Zhukov did not blame the orderly for asking this question, he trusted this orderly who had followed him for many years, and the two often talked about some ordinary topics. The words of the orderly made Zhukov can't help but express the doubts in his heart.

"Isn't it going well?" The orderly didn't have too many ideas, and the questions he thought about were all taken for granted.

"It's an abnormality in itself that things are going too well, and it's useless to talk to you about it. You go down first! Zhukov shook his head, and waved his hand to let the orderlies retreat.

The latter nodded, did not put away the food on the table, and walked directly out of the headquarters.

"Alas! What the hell was something I didn't think of. Zhukov looked at the ticking radio in front of him, and the signal soldiers who operated the radio, and muttered to himself.

As soon as Zhukov finished speaking, the sound of cannons on the ground suddenly became mixed, and the whistling of cannonballs across the sky became dense. And the whistling outside seemed to have been cut in half by something, half flying into the distance, half towards here.

Hearing the whistling sound getting closer and closer, Zhukov chuckled in his heart, and immediately ran out of the command headquarters quickly. Before he could run out of the headquarters, the continuous and violent explosions shook his ears and buzzed a little.

At this moment, Zhukov's sense of crisis in his heart was realized, and when he heard the explosion, he realized that it was definitely his artillery position that was shelled by Chinese artillery. And from the whistling sound just now, he immediately judged that it was a movement that was only possible with a salvo of a large-scale artillery cluster.

"I fell into the trap of the Chinese army." Zhukov muttered. Some of them stumbled out of the headquarters, took out their binoculars, and couldn't wait to look at the artillery positions.

In fact, there is no need to use telescopes now, the artillery positions in the distance are already in flames, reflecting half of the sky, plus there are constantly shells detonating in the fire, and for a time the explosions on the Soviet artillery positions are continuous.

Letting the telescope slip off his hand, Zhukov was already about to go crazy. Now he also thought of the question he had said to himself before, and the answer was very simple, even if the artillery and army of the Chinese army were shelled, they would not be powerless to fight back. Especially in terms of artillery, at least it is necessary to counterattack its own artillery, because China is fully capable of doing so.

But now that I think about it, it's useless, and it can't change the status quo. However, Zhukov deserved to be a famous general, and he immediately abandoned the messy thoughts in his heart and walked back to the command quickly.

"Immediately order the artillery to return fire, calculate the trajectory, determine the position of the enemy's artillery, and give me all the artillery that can be used to aim at the enemy's artillery. Then order the rest of the troops, all ready for battle, and wait for the order to attack. ”

As soon as he came to the headquarters, he gave the latest order. After the orders were all delivered, Zhukov muttered: "The battle has just begun. ”

This phrase was Zhukov cheering himself up, he knew well that it was too late to transfer the artillery now. If there were dozens of artillery pieces there, or hundreds of them, then he would have ordered the transfer of artillery units as soon as possible. But there were 2,000 artillery pieces there, and there was a lot of ammunition, and even if it was transferred immediately, it would not be much to move it. And 2,000 artillery pieces, even if they are attacked, they are not without a chance to fight back. Even if it is the 500 artillery pieces that have been eliminated now, there are still 1,500 guns, which is also a force that can cause heavy losses to the Chinese army.

And if these two thousand artillery pieces were ordered to be transferred, it would be a complete burial of these strategic forces. The 2,000 guns were densely lined up, and the transfer at this time would not save many artillery, but would become a passive target. When the time comes, these artillery will really be finished. And if they return fire, they will be able to inflict some damage on the Chinese artillery, and they will not make these artillery losses meaningless.

By the time the Soviet artillery positions were reached on Zhukov's orders, there was already chaos here. The sound of explosions kept ringing, and the flames burned so that the already dark night lost its original color. The firelight reflected the red glow in the sky.

"Everyone returned to their posts, immediately calculated the trajectory, adjusted the muzzle for me, and let the Chinese dwarf see how powerful the Soviet artillery was."

"Launch a counterattack against the Chinese artillery, the Soviet artillery is invincible."

With Zhukov's order, the artillery positions, which were still chaotic, gradually became orderly under the maintenance of the political commissar and the military commander.

Several shots rang out, and several Soviet artillerymen, who were delusionally trying to leave the gun position, fell under the guns of the commissar. The rest of the Soviet artillerymen were shaken in their hearts, and in the face of the commissar's gun, they all immediately returned to their gun positions. No matter how dangerous the Chinese artillery fire is, it is no more dangerous than the pistol in the hands of the political commissar.

The attacks of the Chinese artillery continued, and the entire Soviet artillery positions were almost covered with smoke. The first salvo knocked out two or three hundred Soviet artillery pieces, but the Soviet artillery still had more than a thousand.

In just one minute, the Chinese artillery poured 10,000 shells on the Soviet artillery positions, directly destroying seven or eight hundred pieces of Soviet artillery. A large number of Soviet artillerymen died under the explosion, and by order of the commissar, the surviving Soviet artillerymen began to operate those intact guns, and by virtue of the flight trajectory of the shells, began to adjust the angle of artillery fire. Some of the artillery pieces were fired indiscriminately before they had finished adjusting. I don't know where to fight.

And on the Chinese artillery position, twenty kilometers away from the Soviet artillery position, on average, twelve seconds, these guns will let out a roar.

Retracting, loading, pulling the rope, firing, countless repetitive operations, so that these artillerymen forget about the rest, and only repeat the same work again and again in their eyes.

Each shelling caused the guns to move down slightly, and after a few shells were fired, all the guns were fixed. At this time, the shelling is paused, the operator adjusts the angle of the shot, and then a continuous shelling begins.

This is to stabilize the artillery, because this artillery position is not carefully constructed, but only improvised, and the ground is soft, so it has to be so. If the ground here is very hard, you can shoot it directly, and you don't need to adjust the shooting again.

Stabilize the gun. When the artillery fires, a part of the recoil is unloaded through the anti-recoil buffer device, and then the recoil is transmitted to the ground by the seat plate and the stationing hoe. The mortar, on the other hand, transmits the full recoil directly to the ground through the seat lever. Ideally, the gun should be set up quickly and steadily on solid ground, and will not move in any subsequent shots. Of course, these conditions are actually difficult to achieve, because the soil is different from the softness, and the seat plate and the hoe in the shooting are always displaced, resulting in a large projectile dispersion.

Only when the gun is stable can we truly shoot accurately.

Soviet artillery returned fire, and quite a few shells fell on the periphery of the artillery positions. There were even a few shells that fell on the artillery positions, but the artillerymen did not care at all about the return fire of the Soviet artillery. Instead of rushing to dodge these shells, the speed of loading the shells was accelerated, and the rate of fire was increased a lot.

They all knew that such a large-scale artillery bombardment, again from a fixed position, was not surprising that the artillery positions were found. They were already mentally prepared to be counterattacked by the USSR, but when they saw the quality of the Soviet artillery counterattack. There is some happiness and some disappointment in my heart. At this moment, in the hearts of the Chinese artillerymen, the image of the Soviet artillery has been greatly reduced, and such a poor hit rate is really a loss to the title of a land power.

Artillery has long been known as the "god of war on land", and they are proud to be a member of the artillery. Originally, I thought that the Soviet artillery could give them a little motivation to compete, but the results made them sigh a little. It's too general.

They had fought with German artillery before, and now they saw Soviet artillery. In their minds, they all came to a conclusion. German artillery had already thrown the Soviet artillery a few streets away.

The accuracy of the firing of the Soviet artillery seemed to them to be weak, but they did not spare their hands, but doubled down on them.

"Replace it with D-type high-explosive shells and let the Soviets see what real artillery looks like."

With the latest order from the commander of the artillery cluster, the hearts of all the artillerymen were shocked. They are all familiar with the D-type high-explosive shell, and they all know the power of this gun. In the past, this shell was rarely used in training, mainly because the production speed was very slow. But it's so powerful that everyone looks at it.

(To be continued)