As soon as Yang Xiaodong changed his guard to the No. 1 observation post, he heard a faint explosion, and he followed the sound to see a puff of white smoke rising from the small hill in the distance. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"The Japanese are coming? How can it be so fast? Yang Xiaodong nervously wrote the person next to him.

"That's our mortar firing, setting up the elements." The person on duty with him on the side gave him a blank look.

Yang Xiaodong was a technician in the communications platoon, and he spent most of his six months of death training in the Stryker communications vehicle. Over the course of six months, he had only a handful of battles, and those few attacks by RPG teams played by clones could be called battles. And the plot setting of that kind of battle is also that their communication equipment is damaged and repaired, or their communication needs to be restored urgently due to terrain interference. In a word, the battle is close to them, but they don't need to fight hard.

The battle plan had been drawn up at this morning's combat meeting, but in order to repel the nearly 4,000-strong Japanese army head-on, Zhao Yi needed to draw almost all the troops in the base. Except for the personnel who were on duty at the command center radio station, they were all assigned to the various posts and observation posts of the base to be on duty.

The No. 1 observation post guarded by Yang Xiaodong was south of the base, facing the direction of Jinzhou City. Yang Xiangdong felt that he was marginalized, no matter how bad his combat effectiveness was, he would not be placed in this place where there would be no battle at all, and there were still female soldiers in this platoon.

The Japanese army has already begun to attack the Shimenzi position on the outskirts of Jinzhou City, and the Qing army, which has been shrinking on the defense, will not attack the traverser at this time, even if they raise a rebellion, the Qing army will not be free to suppress them. Observation Post No. 1 in this direction can be described as idle.

Yang Xiaodong was on duty with the fire team, although their fire team had to shoulder the firefighting tasks of the entire base, and the manpower was also very short. But Zhao Yi still forced out two people to be on duty at the sentry post, but they were also arranged at the sentry posts far away from the battle, and if there was a major fire in the base, they could rush to the rescue.

However, Yang Xiaodong told the firefighter on duty with him that the fire would basically not happen. The Japanese army's field mountain artillery is a 70-mm mounted gun, and the firing range of the mountain artillery is called 3,000 meters, and the field artillery is 5,000 meters. With this rate of fire, at this range, if they really want to bombard them into the base, their traversers are probably gone.

The so-called rack retreat gun, simply put, after the gun is fired, the gun mount will retreat. The Japanese usually placed the gun wheels on a curved slope that extended backwards, high in the back and low in the front. As soon as the cannon was fired, the cannon went up the slope in its entirety, and then slid down and returned to its position. Of course, this cannon is just a homing position, you still can't fire continuously, you still have to correct it.

From this, you can imagine that this cannon has a gross rate of fire, and the shell warhead at this time is filled with black powder, if there is really an occasional shell hitting the base, it will be difficult to cause any fire. The entire important buildings of the base are enclosed with blast walls.

Although the traversers only had two mortars, the Japanese mountain artillery and field artillery did not take advantage of these two mortars. Modern mortar shells are loaded with high explosives, plus both guns have a range of seven or eight kilometers. Not to mention the rate of fire, mortars that claim to shoot as fast as the hand can shoot can crush these guns in terms of rate of fire. We will not compare the modern sighting and fire control system with the primitive optical sight of the Japanese army, there is no comparison.

Let's just say that without direct fire from tanks and infantry vehicles, these two mortars destroyed the artillery positions of the Japanese army, properly.

Yang Xiaodong copied the content of the post he had read on the forum before and bragged about the firefighter, looking like he was strategizing. Completely forgot that he didn't know about the artillery school fire just now.

Seeing that the firefighters were stunned by him, Yang Xiaodong lined up again and continued to blow.

To say, as long as the "Little Prince No. 1" drove directly over to bombard the Japanese artillery positions, the Japanese army could not do anything. What do they use to fight this Abrams M1A2 tank, just their 75 mm caliber mountain guns and field guns?

Although at this time Japan was already able to produce its own picric acid explosives, which is the kind of Shimose gunpowder they themselves say. However, the production was limited, and basically it was used in the warheads of naval guns. The army is a hard-pressed service, and the artillery shell warhead is still filled with black original medicine. Even if they can hit the tracks of the M1A2 tank, the willingness may not be of any use.

The "Little Prince No. 1" can reach the best firing range and give a little name to the Japanese artillery. If the Japanese army wants to play hand-to-hand combat, then they have to have an explosive package and can make incendiary bottles? However, explosives are now expensive goods, and the Japanese army cannot afford to use them. As for the Molotov cocktail, I'm sorry that no one on this plane is going to do it except for the Travelers.

Yang Xiaodong was easily farting with the firefighters while holding a telescope to observe along Fuzhou Avenue in the direction of Jinzhou. He saw that Ma San had retrieved the overturned horse and was walking along the main road in the direction of Jinzhou.

"That's where the tartar goes?" The firefighter asked Yang Xiaodong.

"The boss went to put it himself, what else do you want? Besides, this kid can eat it, and you can stay and feed it. I saw with my own eyes that this kid couldn't eat more than two catties of oatmeal porridge, and he was not afraid of dying. Yang Xiaodong rolled his eyes and said.

Ma San pressed An Yanxin's question and honestly told everything he knew. An Yanxin didn't embarrass him anymore, and immediately asked people to give him water to drink.

Although Ma San's body is still tied, the straps on his feet have been cut. They are also allowed to move around the tent, but are warned not to look out of the tent.

Ma San thought to himself that I had eaten the bear's heart leopard gall, I probed to see what I, I saw that this little life was saved, I had nothing to do and rushed to see Lord Yama.

After a while, someone brought him a pot of food, and when he saw it, the wheat porridge, ah, this little life seemed to have been saved. He was all too familiar with the wheat, and their horse team often fed the horses, and sometimes some grooms secretly used it to cook porridge and eat it. Especially in this year's flood in Liaodong, there is a shortage of food everywhere, and Ma San himself has eaten for several days.

In Ma San's impression, this is not a serious food, and if he is not served good food at this time, it will not be a severed head meal.

How did Ma San know that the SEAL team member who was sent to find him food had no time to find him food. ran directly to the cooking area demarcated by each team, and when he saw someone eating leftover breakfast, he asked them to pour it into the basin, and after a circle, he asked Ma San for this big basin, which was two catties.

Ma San was so hungry that he picked up the plastic spoon and pulled it into his mouth. As soon as he ate it, he felt that it was different from the wheat porridge he had eaten before. This wheat porridge is fragrant and smooth, and the taste is a little weird, a little salty and sweet.

How did he know that he was eating a lot of people's leftovers? Today's breakfast at the base was all oatmeal. In order to save trouble, the logistics are directly distributed to each squad ready-to-eat oats, that is, roasted oats. After each team gets it, boil water and add oats to it for a while to eat. Add sugar, add salt, add milk, add raisins, add minced bacon, anyway, individuals add things to their taste.

And Ma San eats 100 family meals, of course, there are 100 flavors. Ma San thought while pulling, what is the origin of this group of people, the wheat porridge eaten by people is so particular. The wheat porridge he used to eat was good with a little salt, but the wheat porridge that the gang gave him had bacon foam in it, and it was definitely the best smoked ham.

It didn't take much time for Ma San to wipe out a pot of oatmeal porridge. When he was adding plates, Yang Xiaodong led Zhao Yi in, accompanied by An Yanxin.

"Have you eaten enough?" Zhao Yi asked Ma San.

"If you go back to your lordship, you'll be full, you'll be full." Ma San replied with a hunched waist.

How else to say that Ma San had been mixed in Sijiu City, when he saw An Yanxin coming in, he was slightly half a step behind Zhao Yixiao. He knew that this was the right master.

"Hehe, I'm not an adult." Zhao Yi replied to Ma San very casually, this is a subconscious reply, which has no practical meaning.

But in the eyes of a person like Ma San, who has a seven-trick exquisite heart, it's different. If you don't let you call an adult, isn't your status higher than that of an official?

"If you haven't eaten enough, you said, I'll let them get it for you, I'm not a hungry soldier?" Zhao Yi said casually again. Whether Ma San believes it or not, Zhao Yizhen has no intentions, but just said half of the witty words that the common people in later generations often said.

Ma San is destined to think crookedly again, the original sentence is that the emperor is not a hungry soldier, how can he say that I am not a hungry soldier, is it ......?

"In this way, I have an errand for you to run, what about you, go back and bring a message to Lian Shun. We will defend this Fuzhou Avenue, and the Japanese will not be able to get through. Tell him to let him and Xu Bangdao guard Jinzhou City. Zhao Yi didn't talk nonsense with him anymore, and directly stated the purpose of the trip.

"This is easy to say, I must bring your words, but I don't know what to call your department?" Ma San didn't dare to ask Zhao Yi's name directly.

"You don't have to inquire about this, you just need to remember that we are both descendants of Yan and Huang, and we will not sit idly by and watch the Japanese invaders occupy my Chinese land and kill my Chinese people. You go back and tell Lian Shun that if Jinzhou City is struggling to defend, you can send someone to us for help. Visitors bring a white flag as a mark to avoid unpleasant misunderstandings. After saying that, Zhao Yi turned around and left, the entire base was busy preparing for the war, and he really didn't have time to talk nonsense about Ma San.

Before Ma San came back to his senses, An Yanxin put a condom on him again, but this time he didn't tie him up, just carried him out. Ma San knew that this was to take him outside the barracks and release him.

Not far outside the tent, Zhao Yi was talking to a soldier who was loading machine guns from a Humvee, perhaps to boost morale, and he asked loudly if the soldier had the confidence to blow up the Japanese.

"As soon as your little prince comes out, the Japanese can't stop it at all!" The soldier replied loudly. He meant the M1A2 tank codenamed "Little Prince No. 1" driven by Zhao Yi.

As a result, Ma San happened to be carried by the side, and everyone in the entire base was replenishing ammunition and checking equipment, and there was a lot of noise. Ma San didn't hear it clearly, and heard it as "As soon as your little prince comes out, the Japanese can't stop it at all."

This sentence was firmly remembered in Ma San's heart.