UC0079 February 25 03:35.

Huaxia Theater, Hebei, under the Bauhinia Pass.

It's still cold in the north in February. Yesterday there was a heavy snowfall, and the crystal white snow flakes attached a white blanket to everything on the earth, decorating the whole world with holiness.

Because it was night, it was still dark, and the white ice and snow did not reflect the dazzling light, so that a few soldiers of the Jean Army who were standing guard could see farther away. They were excited, watching the movement ahead and talking about new experiences on Earth.

At this time, not long after Jean's army descended on the earth, these people who have lived in the universe since childhood feel new to everything on the earth. Even on a cold winter night, they found it very interesting and curious to discover something interesting.

Despite the fact that there were already warnings from above that the enemy might move, they were not very worried.

The commander of the Jean Army stationed at the Bauhinia Pass was John Pashas, a man of black descent in his thirties. He had a loud voice, and a single word could shake a tree three meters away, so his subordinates called him "Roaring John".

Despite his national background, "Roaring John" is a staunch member of the Zabi family. He has full confidence in everything about Jean, even Zagu. He was not Zagu's pilot, but he believed that no one could pass through this narrow valley as long as Zagu was there.

In order to cordon off this damn valley, the intrepid Zagu pilot had three mobile suits crossed: the captain at the rear of the camp, and the two wingmen on the left and right of the captain's fuselage, at a 60-degree angle to the captain's plane, fifteen meters away from each other. All of them were on one knee, machine guns in hand, and pointed their muzzles covered with snow ponchos at the side of the mountain road - behind them was the sphere of influence of the Jeans, who were to guard against the enemy who might rush out of front of them.

"It's never been a hassle. Don't be too nervous, as long as we have Zagu here, as many enemies will die...... Such terrain limited the deployment of the opponent's large corps, and it was impossible to break through our defensive line with the suffocating rate of fire of their Type 61 tanks. Roaring John spoke out loud with a plausible-sounding analysis.

In fact, the topography of the Bauhinia Pass was indeed as favorable to the defenders as he said.

You must know that this is the Bauhinia Pass, and the Chinese people have set up the Xiongguan Fortress here for thousands of years, which is the key to entering and exiting Shanxi. It was only later that due to the development of the times, the elongation of the weapon range, and the scarcity of wars, the checkpoints here were removed and the current market town was formed.

Now, with Jean's move-in, the market town has been removed and its inhabitants have been driven to the concentration camp. Now it is the No. 532 stronghold of the Huaxia Front of the Gene Army, which is a defensive point established by the commander of the "Roaring John" army with a combat company of 120 men in cooperation with Santai Zagu.

Commander Cao of John's Army was confident that he would rely on such a stronghold to resist the counterattack of several divisions or more of the Federation Army. You know, he has a lot of machine guns, mortars, and countless ammunition in the stronghold.

"Hehe, seeing me set it up like this!, the Federation Army must be shaking with fear!" he thought happily.

Only, is that really the case?

"Such an arrangement...... I can only give him a sixty points. On the hillside a kilometer away from the camp, Sergeant Lu Yuan, dressed in a heat-insulated suit, was carefully observing the details of the stronghold of the Jean Army with a telescope. Everything he observed was transmitted to the rear through a digital telescope with a cable, and then to the rear headquarters by the data processing terminal in the rear and by the temporary field light drill.

After discovering the influence of the dispersion of Mie particles on electronic signals, the Chinese Army simply retreated its battlefield communications to more convenient optical signal communication and wired communication.

Optical signal analyzers, which were considered obsolete, were placed on top of combat vehicles, and the field wired telephone system, which was also considered obsolete, was brought back to the Federal Army. Due to time constraints, this system could only be assigned to the battalion level, which degraded the field communications response capability to the level of World War II.

Fortunately, this degradation is shared by both sides, and what is the level of communication of the Federation Army, and the same is true of the Jean Army. The two sides are going backwards together, and neither side is stronger than the other.

After establishing backward and effective battlefield communications, the results of Lu Yuan's reconnaissance went through a series of transfers and finally put them in front of Yuan Hao.

"Coordinates x23.21, y39.45, range 20?" Yuan Hao whispered the data that came, and his face showed a hint of cold and cruel playfulness. He handed over the coordinate data to the rocketeers around him, who fed it into the rocket artillery control system.

Two minutes later, the rocket launcher was ready.

Yuan Hao sent a signal that everything was ready to the front finger.

The former refers to the infantry group that informs the first order.

And so, the attack began.

Heavy mortars from a distance of seven or eight kilometers began to roar. Countless cannonballs with tail fins swept through the dark moonless starry night and smashed into the stronghold of the Jean Army. A sharp whistling shook John's eardrums. Nearly deaf in both ears, he felt as if he had heard the roar of a demon.

"What the hell is this?" John wondered.

He wanted to scream, but the shrill whistling shells had already fallen. Before John had time to make a "lie down", countless orange flowers bloomed brilliantly in the darkness.

The explosion sounded, shrapnel flew sideways, the earth shook, and the black soil covered with snow was lifted and blown away again and again, and then turned into countless raindrops and fell fiercely.

In the midst of this completely never-ending roar, John, who had always thought he was lucky, was finally thrown high in an explosion and fell heavily to the ground, completely plunged into darkness.

John died, like his ordinary infantry who had landed with him on Earth, under the 120mm heavy cover bombardment that exploded.

In the face of such a fierce shelling, even Zagu could only stabilize his fuselage in front of him. They have heavy armor that can effectively protect the pilots, but such heavy armor can only protect themselves, but not their comrades.

The heavy shelling lasted two minutes. It wasn't a long time, but for the Jean Army, who had seen such heavy artillery fire for the first time, it seemed like two centuries had passed.

"Where did this shelling come from?" Zagu's pilot turned on the body's computer to perform a reverse calculation, and through the analysis of the trajectory of the mortar shells that had just fallen, they came to a conclusion that made them feel shocked: "What? It's actually 10 kilometers away? How is this possible? Doesn't it mean that the federal army has no other weapons for long-range attacks besides missiles?"

They can't understand. The Jeans were a young, non-historic unit whose initial training was carried out by military instructors from the Union Army. As soldiers of the colonies, most of the army weapons they knew were based on the colonial combat environment. With the fragile carrying capacity of the colony, they don't know what a 120 heavy gun is, what a 155 heavy cannon is, and what a 203 heavy gun is—of course, this has something to do with the fact that most of these weapons belong to the artillery vehicles of the old era.

In Jean's propaganda and teachings, the artillery of the old times was basically useless.

This is a very rigid perception, and under this understanding, many Jean soldiers, especially those recruited after the Battle of Rum, have no impression of the old artillery except for the confusion.

They didn't know that with a reasonable tactical arrangement, even a World War I rifle could kill an interstellar age soldier.

The mortar attack stopped, but it wasn't the end, for in the distant sky, dozens of even more distinctive-looking meteors were whizzing and falling here.

"That'...... What is that? Is it a missile?" Through a comparison of characteristics, the pilot of the Jean Army spotted a rocket 3,000 meters away - they didn't know it was a rocket, they thought it was a missile.

"Does the Federal Army have missiles that can be used under the Minovsky particle?" the pilot exclaimed, stunned.

Right now, they wanted to manipulate the mech to dodge, but it was too late. Because the rocket's speed reached an astonishing Mach 5 under the dual action of its own thrust and the gravity of the earth. At this speed, a distance of 3 kilometers can be turned into a small ditch that can be jumped over.

Soon, before the pilots could react, dozens of rockets exploded the warhead at an altitude of five hundred meters, spraying high-velocity metal bullets and hot, viscous dark red sparks.

The burning began, and the entire stronghold of Jean was instantly engulfed in flames. The orange-red flames licked the night, and the jubilant flames warmly dyed the quiet night sky rose.

The napalm and thermite instantly raised the temperature around the explosion point to an astonishing 6,000 degrees, and under such high temperatures, even Zagu's super-hard steel alloy could not bear it, and the surface of the armor steel softened in an instant, and the bullet that erupted at this time penetrated the already softened Zagu armor in an instant.

Thirty 350mm rockets fell, covering a radius of five hundred meters around the stronghold. Even with Zagu's mobility, it will not be possible to escape from this terrible hell in a short time.

Under the combined attack of heat and barrage, two of the three Zagu were completely scrapped, and the horned captain seemed to have discovered his own fault, and then bravely moved forward to face the surprise attack of the Federal Army, only to be killed by a Type 61 tank protruding from the valley road - two 150mm caliber armor-piercing shells pierced into Zagu's breastplate at 0.2 second intervals, exploding, and tearing the pilot inside to pieces.

This is the end of the story.

Once again, the Bauhinia Pass stronghold is back in the hands of the Federation.

As the flag of the Federation was waving in the rising morning light, a proposal for weapons and equipment written by the front finger and attached by Yuan Hao was sent to Mao Xinglan, and Mao Xinglan forwarded it to the Central Committee of China:

“...... It is proposed to improve and produce various large-caliber weapons with modern processes, including heavy artillery, long-range rocket artillery, etc...... In the face of sufficiently powerful artillery fire, even Zagu could not withstand it......

Before the Federation has its own MS, it is undoubtedly a foolish thing to engage Zagu within a five-kilometer radius...... The completion of battlefield reconnaissance by the special team and the rational use of heavy artillery are the means of emergency that we can contain Jean's expansion......

The Type 61 tank is no longer suitable for the battlefield environment, and we need a new type of tank equipped with a rifled cannon, a rear-mounted engine, and an automatic loaf engine......

After testing, the tank has been able to effectively penetrate Zagu after using a 130-caliber 60-diameter gun, combined with the use of tungsten steel armor-piercing shells...... If we can quickly finalize production and replace the Type 61 of the whole army, then we will have a way to regain the lost ground in a short time. ”

"This is really the solution to our troubles!" Looking at the suggestion presented to him, the old man who held the power of Huaxia nodded slightly, and he admitted that this report was very instructive on how to eliminate the Jean army.

But......

"It's still too expensive. The old man shook his head and sighed helplessly.

If the proposal is implemented in full accordance with the proposal, it may be a few months before it will completely regain its lost ground. But the result of this implementation is that the government, which has suffered heavy losses, will completely collapse - it is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, and the economic collapse is often worse than the defeat on the battlefield.

"I don't know how long this battle will last...... All evaluations have to be taken slowly. Even if our side was completely cleared of Jean's forces, the whole war was not won, and our expenses had to be carefully calculated. The old man thought about it for a while, and finally made a decision:

"Rocket artillery and heavy artillery are on the agenda, as for the Type 61, let's make do with it first! and then produce another main battle tank, this is really ...... The steps were a little too big. No matter how many levels a new tank has, it will eventually be eliminated by the MS. Our main focus is still on MS research and development. ”

The old man signed his opinion, and at the same time issued more talent transfer orders: Yuan Hao proved his ability with his actions, then the MS research team he commanded naturally became, and the old man could trust the elite team of national brands worth investing in.

"Give this kid more manpower and stronger support, maybe he can really produce MS before Plan V! If this can really be done, then we Huaxia will occupy more voice in the federation because of this." The old man whispered this, and there was a shrewd glint in his seemingly cloudy eyes.

Due to the particularity of the core country of China, China is not completely controlled by the consortium like other places. The will of the state, or the will of the government, still has a great deal of power in this place.

And the orders of this old man, in some cases, represent the will of the state.

Now this will has been voiced, and the whole of China has been mobilized. With the appearance of some new faces, Yuan Hao felt that things in his hands had suddenly become easier. Many times, as long as he puts forward an idea, someone quickly collects the relevant information, further refines the plan, and finally appears in front of him in kind.

"Is this the so-called national system?" Yuan Hao faintly felt this, and a smile appeared on his face. As a beneficiary, he rightly likes it.

Soon it was half a year later.