"The Seventh Penetration Company of the telegram asked Wu Qianli and them to quickly rush to the northwest exit of Xiajieyuli Airport, at 2:30 a.m., and cooperate with the large army to launch a general attack!"

In the combat command room of the Ninth Legion, Song Shilun slapped his hand heavily on the table as he spoke, and it was obvious that he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

"Yes!"

The secretary of the headquarters hurriedly responded, and this urgent telegram was quickly sent to Wu Qianli's hands.

Wu Qianli took the telegram, read it silently twice, and after memorizing the corresponding content, he carefully tore the telegram into pieces and scattered it on the snow.

"Brother, we seem to have arrived at the predetermined location, why didn't we see anyone?"

Wu Wanli looked at the white expanse of snow, the silence was terrifying, and he even suspected that the Seventh Interspersed Company was lost and went in the wrong direction.

"Hahaha, Guawazi, do you think it's like the storyteller said in ancient times, everyone made a big fanfare and lined up outside to prepare for an attack?"

Lei Gong looked at Wu Wanli's silly face, and couldn't help but smile and pinch his shoulder.

On the other side, Pinghe, who was at the front of the line, put his finger to his mouth and blew it twice, and a shrill whistle like a bird's song suddenly resounded in the sky.

After a while, a similar bird call was heard, and after chirping for a while, a touch of the earthy yellow of the military uniform finally appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

A volunteer sentry came to the 7th Interspersed Company and cautiously led them to the predetermined ambush position.

Originally, there was still a link such as reporting the number of the unit, but the seventh interspersed company was so special that there was no need to report it at all.

As soon as the volunteer sentries saw the polar bear regimental flag fluttering in the wind, they immediately understood that this was the legendary heroic company.

"It's really more popular than people, if I were also a soldier of the Seventh Interspersed Company."

The volunteer sentry who led the way sighed with a little envy as he thought.

Under the guidance of the sentry, Wu Qianli and the 7th Interspersed Company soon lay in ambush at the predetermined attack position.

At this time, the U.S. troops in the base camp in Xiajieyuli were semi-surrounded by the volunteers and suppressed to the death.

However, the encirclement was not completely sealed, but deliberately left one or two gaps to prevent the American soldiers from fighting to the death.

But if there are really US troops who are lucky and really break through the gap in the encirclement, then they will soon face layers of ambushes and pursuits.

Inside the position, Wu Qianli slowly raised the cold telescope and looked at the periphery of the US defensive position.

I saw that layers of barbed wire were exposed, the defensive positions were tightly shrouded, and a layer of nails and some traps were deliberately spread on the ground on the periphery.

It is conceivable that if the Volunteer Army launched a group charge under such circumstances, it would inevitably have to rely on human lives to fill in these fortifications in the early stage.

"Company commander, the American devils should be more than just these tricks on the surface."

After Pinghe observed it with the scope on his sniper rifle, his expression immediately became solemn.

"Not to mention the mines buried outside the position, at least they have set up a lot of bunkers and firing points in hidden places."

After observing the external position of the Perfect Army, Hirakawa used a half-cut pencil to draw the general situation on a simple white paper as he spoke.

Since he was promoted by Wu Qianli to the commander of the reconnaissance platoon, he has developed the habit of analyzing and drawing a simple map before fighting.

"It would be nice if we could get rid of all these troubles before we go to war."

Wu Qianli looked at the map drawn by Pinghe, and there were more than a dozen possible hidden firepower points.

Moreover, the crossfire formed by these fire points will definitely lock the offensive line, which can't help but make his scalp tingle.

"Telegraph to the headquarters of the Ninth Corps, requesting the heavy artillery battalion to carry out a covered artillery strike on the external positions of the US army, and exchange some shells for the lives of the soldiers, it is still worth it."

Wu Qianli took out his slightly worn metal watch, and when he saw that there were still a few hours before the time of the attack, he simply telegraphed to the headquarters and requested an artillery strike in advance.

However, when this telegram was delivered to Commander Song Shilun, it immediately made him feel angry and funny.

"Damn, Wu Qianli, this kid, really doesn't know how expensive firewood and rice are."

"Lao Tzu is not stupid, who doesn't know that it is easy to take the cannon and go up to Huo Huo first, the problem is that there must be so many shells."

Song Shilun laughed and scolded, and hurriedly drank a few sips of warm water, suppressing the irritability in his heart.

"Tell Wu Qianli's kid that when he grabs enough cannons and shells from the American devils, I will support him as a rich man, and whatever he wants, call for artillery support!"

After Song Shilun finished speaking, he smiled wryly and waved his hand, asking the secretary to reply truthfully.

When the secretary turned to leave, he picked up a report on the situation that the artillery battalion had just handed over.

"Poof—"

Song Shilun had just glanced at the numbers on the report a few times, and then directly squirted out a mouthful of water, his eyes wide and full of consternation.

He can be regarded as a person who has seen a big scene, but the number of artillery and shells captured by this artillery battalion is really a little unexpected for him.

"1 240mm howitzer, 8 155mm howitzers, 16 105mm howitzers, 18 106mm mortars, 26 81mm mortars, 20 75mm recoilless guns."

"And according to the amount of shells stored in the current stockpile, it is enough to bombard the Xiajieyuli airfield for a day and a night."

When Song Shilun finished reading this report, the first thing he thought of was to transfer more artillery from the legion, so as not to make the artillery battalion unable to operate.

"His grandmother's, according to this, Wu Qianli really robbed the rich man of the American devil."

"Good guy, this seizure of artillery has to be credited to him again, after the war, the boss should not let this kid pull out a reinforced independent regiment to do it alone."

Song Shilun suddenly felt that Wu Qianli, a member of the Fu General, looked pleasing to the eye, but at the same time, he was a little reluctant to let Wu Qianli completely break away from the Ninth Legion.

"No, that telegram hasn't been sent yet!"

Song Shilun got up violently and hurriedly asked someone to intercept the telegram just now.

Fortunately, it was found in time, if this was sent out, wouldn't it give Wu Qianli's kid a chance to slap him in the face.

"Starting at half past one in the middle of the night, let the artillery on the artillery position of Longshuidong open full firepower, and blow up all the positions on the periphery of Xiajieyuli!"

"The other peripheral troops will officially launch a general offensive at half past two according to the scheduled plan."

As Song Shilun spoke, he slammed his fist on the location of the airport in the upper and lower corners of the map.

Sure enough, all the fear came from the lack of firepower, and with enough shells, he could finally roll up his sleeves and let go.

………………………………

"Company commander, Commander Song called back, he agreed to our request, before our army participates in the general offensive, it will be supported by artillery bombardment for an hour."

"In addition, the command asked us to quickly attack the inside of the American troops after the shelling was over, find the location of their plane, and blow it up."

After receiving an accurate response from the headquarters, Mei Sheng handed the telegram to Wu Qianli with a happy face.

"Quickly attack the inside of the U.S. military and destroy the U.S. plane."

Wu Qianli took the telegram, looked at the words on it, muttered twice, and immediately understood the intention of the Ninth Army Headquarters.

Commander Song, who has historically focused on defense, may have watched the artillery positional battle in Longshuidong and learned from the experience of special blitzkrieg.

So now I think about it, let the volunteers, under the cover of powerful artillery fire, not care about annihilating all the American troops they see, and advance directly and quickly.

After forcibly opening the gap in the US position, it immediately blew up the US plane, completely dispelling the illusion of a great retreat of the US military from the air.

Historically, the blitzkrieg of a certain Third Reich was fought like this.

It's just that the empire's target is the enemy's capital, and their current target is the American plane.

"Company commander...... Captain? You read the telegram, Commander Song seems to be very serious about you. ”

Mei Sheng saw that Wu Qianli had just finished reading the content of the first side and was immersed, and couldn't help but remind in a low voice.

"Oh? I am weighted, and I can be as heavy as ......"

Wu Qianli was halfway through his words, and he was immediately choked back, and when he saw the words behind the telegram, he almost wondered if he had read it wrong.

Reading between the lines, Song Shilun revealed that after letting Wu Qianli finish the battle, he would do his best to ensure that he was given the title of deputy division commander, and directly supervised the newly formed Seventh Regiment.

Forget it, Song Shilun even gave Wu Qianli some promises very vaguely.

For example, as long as he agrees, he will be given a certain amount of autonomy in the future, allowing him to manage an army similar to that of an independent regiment.

"Alas...... It can be seen that this Commander Song really doesn't want to watch our Seventh Interspersed Company leave the Ninth Army under his command. ”

After Wu Qianli read it, he couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head.

To be honest, the things that Commander Song promised made him feel very excited.

It's not for any position of power, he is not a person who only thinks about getting promoted and getting rich.

It's just that after having more troops in his hands, he can better help the volunteers and completely win this peninsula war that is related to the fortunes of the country.

"Company commander, no matter what you decide after the war, our old comrades are willing to continue to follow you, charge forward for the party and the people, and drive all the American devils into the sea."

Lei Gong, who was the closest, inadvertently glanced at the contents of the telegram, but he didn't make too many suggestions, just made a simple statement.

After all, compared with the post-war expansion and promotion, the general attack in front of him is more imminent.

When Yu Congrong heard this, he also nodded with a face full of approval.

Then he spat on his hand, rubbed it vigorously, moistened his frozen red hand, and then adjusted the Browning heavy machine gun beside him.

"Let the comrades get ready, and after the artillery bombardment is over, we will attack directly according to the predetermined plan."

"Remember, the speed must be fast, take out our fiercest offensive, and we must not let the American devils get a chance to breathe and regroup their defenses."

Wu Qianli shook his head vigorously, put all those strange thoughts behind him, and began to focus on the battle in front of him.

"Yes!"

Wu Qianli's order quickly reached the ears of every soldier of the Seventh Interspersed Company, and everyone nodded heavily, attaching great importance to the next battle.

The night is like water, quiet and silent, and at the same time, it adds a touch of solemnity to the environment.

At half past one in the middle of the night, on the artillery position of Yongshuidong

Battalion Commander Yang was in full swing to let the soldiers of the artillery battalion make the final adjustment of the cannon, and boxes of shells were piled up next to the thick muzzle.

Not long ago, the headquarters specially sent logistics units to send them steaming millet porridge, as well as unlimited steamed buns and fried noodles, so that they could eat and drink enough before facing the next shelling mission.

The newly replenished elite artillery was also incorporated into the various grassroots units in the artillery battalion.

The artillery battalion, which originally suffered a large number of casualties, is now even more numerous than before entering the DPRK.

"His grandmother's, thanks to Wu Qianli's guy, Lao Tzu has never dreamed of fighting such a rich battle."

Battalion Commander Yang looked at the thick cannon barrels under the door that were glowing with black iron, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and gratitude rising in his heart.

However, at this time, Li Dali, a newly transferred artillery platoon commander, looked at the artillery in the position for a while.

He hesitated for a few seconds, and finally tiptoed over to Battalion Commander Yang and questioned the aiming range of the cannon.

"Battalion Commander Yang, there is no problem with the shells and the precise position of the shot, but the muzzle of this cannon is too biased."

"If you look at the direction of this northwest entrance, you don't know which hapless American troops are stationed there, this is the rhythm of being bombed into pulp."

Li Dali endured it for a long time, looked at the slightly strange layout now, and finally expressed his doubts.

In fact, on the whole, this has little impact on the battle situation.

After all, they have plenty of firepower to carry out a constant artillery bombardment.

At most, it is at the beginning, which can make the charge of some troops more smooth.

If you still swing the cannon like this when there was a shortage of shells before, you will have to be scolded by the troops below for the eighteenth generation of ancestors.

"Hahahahaha...... There's nothing wrong, there's nothing wrong, it's as it should be. ”

"Platoon Commander Li, don't you know, it's not easy for our artillery battalion to have so many cannons and plenty of shells......

Battalion Commander Yang looked at Li Dali, who was puzzled, and hurriedly coaxed him to make sense, obviously, he was biased in this heart.

Li Dali was also an honest and honest farmer before he enlisted in the army, but when he was told this soft talk, he had to shake his head with a smile and no longer raise objections.

And the soldiers of the artillery battalion finally completed the final preparations after repeated adjustments, just waiting for the arrival of the scheduled battle time.

Battalion Commander Yang stood at the commanding heights of the Longshuidong artillery position, staring at the slightly broken pocket watch in his hand with his eyes, for fear that he would be half a point slower.

"It's time......"

When the hands of the pocket watch pointed to half past one in the middle of the night, Camp Commander Yang's eyes immediately flashed with a trace of essence, and his heart became excited.

"Cannon !!"

(End of chapter)