"Sir, the attack code has been confirmed, the major general has provided the correct password, and he has the right to ask us for artillery support." The communications soldier whispered, apparently that Second Lieutenant Juncker's planned clock-in was about to come to naught.

"Sir, please provide the coordinates of the enemy's troops." Second Lieutenant Juncker asked Jiang Yuan to provide the location of the so-called terrorists so that he and his artillery could carry out fire support.

"I don't even have a simple map of this damn airport, where can I give you the coordinates? Locate my position, and the enemy will assemble about 500 meters northeast of our position. Jiang Yuan said.

"Sir, I have to warn you that your current position is within a dangerous distance of artillery support." Second Lieutenant Juncker felt like he was going crazy.

Could it be that the friendly major general wants to change the criteria for NATO's Danger Close after changing his own off-duty schedule? Why the hell are you so close to the terrorists, are you calling for heavy artillery fire support? It's just that the head is unreliable, and the fire controller on the side won't be particularly high, right?

However, Jiang Yuan's rank as a major general is almost self-proclaimed, anyway, at the time of the dome light curtain, there were many militia organizations around the high-ranking leaders of this nature.

Well, as for what the hell is the Donger Close formulated by NATO? Is it OK to eat? Is it sweet or salty?

I'm sorry, Jiang Yuan, even if they were lucky enough to collect seven dragon balls before, they could only summon Maozi's Su-25 to lick the ground, and they didn't understand your family's NATO standards at all.

"Do you need me to repeat my password? Locate our coordinates, and later my adjutant will show you the location of the enemy! Regarding the rigidity of the Germans, Jiang Yuan could only move out of the Shang Fang sword given by the "director team".

"Yes, sir." Second Lieutenant Juncker replied.

About seven or eight minutes later, there was a shrill whistling sound in the sky that Jiang Yuan was unfamiliar with, not mortars, not rocket artillery, and not the rockets that friendly forces often used to prevaricate their gas canisters.

Rumble! One of the shells fired by the artillery father smashed accurately on the coordinates provided by Jiang Yuan, well, to be exact, on the formation that the British army had not had time to deploy.

Hu Kaili, who was waiting for the shelling calibration at the most prominent position of the position, was glad that he was lying in the bunker to avoid his own shelling, which used to be ridiculously biased, and if it weren't for their team's participation in the previous operation of planting and detonating the IED, he would definitely think that the artillery father had detonated their pre-planted IED.

The violent explosion caused by this shell made Hu Kaili's legs tremble with fright when he often talked about the 120-mm mortar support he had called.

"Damn, before we dared to love Du Nima, it was a fake artillery support? What a large-caliber cannon is this? Hu Kaili said as he slapped the dirt that had fallen on him.

"Let the brothers in front of you withdraw from it!" Jiang Yuan only now realized that the dangerous distance that Second Lieutenant Juncker was talking about just now was not a joke.

If this second lieutenant Juncker and his subordinates were as skilled as those artillery godfathers in the past, he would not be enough for them to stuff their teeth!

Well, Jiang Yuan is too worried, as long as the coordinates they provide are not wrong, then Second Lieutenant Juncker is sure that with the assistance of the fire control computer, the accuracy of the shelling will be controlled within the range of the Circumferential Error Calculation (CEP) within 250 meters.

Rumble! After receiving a report from the forward guide that there was no need to correct it, the second shot of the artillery father quickly fell down. The airport's open, unobstructed terrain like a football field maximizes the power of the shelling.

Jiang Yuan, who was observing the battle situation through the periscope in the bunker, initially estimated that after this round of shelling by the artillery father, they should not have any chance to exchange fire with the enemy today.

"Sir, six SMArt155 shells have been fired at the target area, please instruct." Second Lieutenant Juncker said.

“SMArt155？ You guys use 155 mm guns to provide us with fire support? Jiang Yuan asked a little scared.

This time, Second Lieutenant Juncker felt like he was really going crazy, listening to the German infantry of the ISAF (short for "International Security Assistance Force" in Afghanistan) who accompanied him say that their German units were the least popular with other friendly clones in Kandahar.

Why did Lao Tzu encounter friendly troops who were more reliable than us punch-in soldiers in his first actual combat mission? You don't know what kind of troops we are, so you just call for fire support?

At this time, the frightened Jiang Yuan is also very bitter and can't say it, Du Nima has been almost two years, and most of the time we are hanging around in the scene of Aleppo being besieged, okay, calling for artillery support, but we all have the mentality of doing our best to obey the destiny of heaven.

We are all so happy that the godfather artillerymen can drop a few large-caliber mortar shells, and if we only scatter a few rockets converted from gas canisters, we can't help but appreciate it, right? Let's go back and ask for help!

The artillery Jinnima who will call this is his own father, and the 155 cannon smashed six shells down with a bang, and the "director team" has always arranged the plot like this, so it's not so dangerous to be the bait of "magnetic tactics", isn't it?

And those British troops who were plowed by six 155mm grenades obviously no longer have the ability to counterattack the "Boer militia", and even those monkey versions of "Vickers" could not escape the end of car destruction and death when they were bombarded by heavy howitzers in the open field.

When the black and white violent flowers exploded in the British formation, not to mention that people would end up with no corpses, even those "Vickers" who were not of enough tonnage were set off by the near-explosion of air waves. As for its armor, which has been cut because of insufficient power, it will definitely not be able to stop the grenade fragments.

Lieutenant Colonel Madison, who miraculously escaped the catastrophe, found that after being shelled by an unknown number of shells, he could not even muster the manpower to rescue the wounded and collect the corpses. The workers who did not follow the soldiers were obviously killed and would not have stepped into the hell of flesh and blood that had just been shelled. He could only leave behind his dead or still waiting for his subordinates, and hurriedly fled to the strongholds along the railway line to ask for help.

"Ouch, my artilleryman, daddy, this shell is all a, where do we go to dig for rags?" Yang Hao looked at the mess in front of him and said.

This is really not Yang Hao scolding the cook when he puts down the dishes and chopsticks, digging for rags is an important means for them to get supplies, but in front of them, the battlefield that has been plowed by 155mm howitzers, how can there be anything to pick up, the ammunition is estimated to have been destroyed, and the food and clothing are afraid that they are also ignited or torn apart by the air waves.

At this time, the instigator of this flesh and blood hell, Ensign Juncker, was sitting around with his men complaining about greasy German rations, and some people even shouted at the infantry who provided them with escorts, asking if they had hidden beer.

"Just now, the communications department found out that someone was using a GPS positioning system in South Africa." Lu Xiangyang said to Zhao Yi, who was guarding the war room.

"Tian Buzi they are useless?" Although it is almost certain what the "director team" has done, Zhao Yi still has a trace of fantasy.

Lu Xiangyang shook his head, and Mr. Zhao's illusions were shattered, the "director team" did scatter reinforcements in South Africa, although no one could tell how South Africa became the actual control area of the traversal.

"The worse news is that our communications satellites have been activated, and we haven't found anyone who has just been teleported to contact us." Lu Xiangyang said.

"Contact Tempoz and ask them to suspend their plan to evacuate to Portuguese Mozambique, send them the relevant coordinates, and ask them to find a way to contact our people as soon as possible." Zhao Yi said.