As the largest caliber field artillery in China developed by China North Industries Corporation, the FGT, which can only be used with first-class troops, has been dismounted, but it is known as "the first artillery in Asia" because its range far exceeds that of the same type of products in the United States and Russia. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Although the development of heavy artillery was not continued in the end because of the development of technology and the form of war, the army's deep-rooted enthusiasm for heavy artillery made nearly 20 models of this experimental nature only for testing, perhaps because it did not want to let the domestic attempt at heavy artillery not even leave a physical proof, when the research was terminated, the army only left a few symbolic ones to be destroyed by the higher departments, and 10 heavy artillery pieces produced in the end were secretly transported to the Jinling Military Region for storage. It's an open secret, because even the most secretive security people can dig it up, and rather than wait until it is forcibly destroyed, it is better to show that we are determined to hide it. No one wants to openly quarrel or fight with the strongest of the four major forces of the military, 10 heavy artillery pieces only, and the weapons on the destruction list of the various branches of the military are not the best existence, so the inspectors went back to make a report, and the matter gradually became a dusty file waiting to be destroyed over time.

Before the invasion of the swarm, no one would have thought that these old antiques that had been sealed for 25 years would still have a time to be opened.

Ten sturdy soldiers pressed almost all their weight on the handles, and through the chain cables of countless gears and precision butt, the heavy blast doors welded by the alloy steel plates were slowly opened. 25 years ago, people did not have such a wide range of electronic equipment as now, and this bunker buried under the mountain was built in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, almost any high-tech equipment is insulated from here, here you can see the real appearance of the PLA bunker in the fifties of the last century, there has been no modern modification here for half a century, on the one hand, the rapid growth of population and the acceleration of urbanization make any engineering construction here will attract the attention of people with a heart, On the other hand, it also reflects the military's long-standing distrust of electronic equipment, and it is obviously necessary to maintain the existence of a purely manual bunker when the nuclear bomb launch system is at risk of being hacked.

At the moment when the alloy heavy door opened, several officers wearing white masks and anxious officers who were standing at the gate and preparing to enter suddenly seemed to be drenched with a bucket of ice water in the cold winter wax moon, a cellar cold rushed to their faces, and the biting cold made it difficult for them to adapt to the hot launch position for a while, several people glanced at each other, and then erected the collar of their shirts, and rushed in when the gate was opened to accommodate two or three people to pass through. They can afford to wait, but the defense line on the ground can't wait.

The last time this place was opened was eleven years ago, and it was eleven years since anyone "broke into" it again.

Several artillery officers rushed straight to the right side of the door, the light of the tactical flashlight was almost dispelled, and the darkness here seemed to be eternal, and the blackness around seemed to have condensed into substance, wrapped in ice and fear and suppressed their hearts.

"Smack!" There was a crisp crash, followed by a series of electric rods and tubes with the sound of electricity passing through the start, and the sudden bright light caused everyone to immediately bow their heads and close their eyes, until the light through the eyelids made the blackened eyes gradually see red, and they opened their eyes one by one.

The fastest officer withdrew his hand from the switch, and he turned his gaze to his companion with the map, the old yellowed paper that had everything about the bunker and must have told them where the transport was.

"I knew I would have driven a car down!" The officer couldn't help but think in his heart.

"Over there!" The companion with the map in his hand pointed to the wall not far from the electric switch, "There is a switch on the wall, and there is a garage inside." ”

The crowd rushed to the place, where the protruding sections of the walls were crisscrossed and not at all as smooth and neat as modern forts, and some speculated that it might have been to cover the exposed wires, but in any case, the principles of construction work still in the days of World War II were far from what those of them who had grown up in peacetime could have figured out.

A red striking sign was screwed to the iron wall by a rectangular brass nameplate. The two large characters "workshop" were squarely painted on it, and the mottled color almost blended into the dark gray wall in the background.

"It should be the meaning of the parking room, the problem of language habits." An officer spoke up, glancing out and keenly observing a crack in the bottom of the nameplate. He pointed to his companions, and after nodding his head, he reached for the gap.

The gap was surprisingly large enough to fit a hand, and he reached in and touched it, "Empty!" ”

According to experience, his hand habitually held the nameplate with five fingers facing up, and then forcefully pulled it out, and the copper nameplate that was originally nailed to the wall was suddenly lifted up. A red switch-like handle appeared in front of you.

As the handles were flipped out and pressed to the bottom, the walls, which had been chaotic and neat because of the overlapping of each other, suddenly parted in the middle, revealing a passage large enough for a minivan to enter and exit.

It was a place exactly as the nameplate shown, with six jeeps neatly parked in the workshop, and the license plate starting with M indicated the identity of their joint logistics division.

"Battalion commander, let the tanks come down." A lieutenant deputy company commander said into a walkie-talkie. Then they got into two old jeep military vehicles, all but two of the officers carrying two bottles of petrol and engine oil, and the stored vehicles must have drained all the fuel before they were mothballed, and if they wanted to start these things, which were decades before they were born, the oil of the engines and transmission bearings was essential. After urgently refilling the fuel, the two people sitting in the driver's seat twisted the key on it at the same time, and the noisy sound of a tractor sounded, and the ears of a group of people in the underground fortress with incomparably clear echoes rang.

According to the location marked on the map, the crowd will drive deeper into the fortress, and no one can imagine that there is a huge fortress beneath the side of the tourist attraction and the bustling city, which requires them to use a car to get around, although it looks more like a giant warehouse in terms of defense alone.

The map is divided into small and dense areas, except for some place names such as "motor room", "toilet", "telegraph room", etc., the names of the rest of the areas are blacked out with black pens, and two areas are painted in a terrible red, which is to warn them to stay away.

The problem is that the area where the heavy artillery is stored is in the middle of those two red zones......

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