"The Seventh Telegraph Interleaving Company asked Wu Qianli and the others to rush to the northwest entrance of Xiajieyuli Airport quickly and at 2:30 midnight, cooperate with the large forces to launch a general attack!"
In the Ninth Army's combat command room, Song Shilun clapped his hands heavily on the table as he spoke. It was obvious that he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.
"yes!"
The secretary of the headquarters quickly responded, and the urgent telegram was quickly sent to Wu Qianli.
Wu Qianli took the telegram and read it twice silently. After memorizing the corresponding content, he carefully tore the telegram into pieces and scattered them on the snow.
"Brother, we seem to have arrived at the scheduled location. Why are we surprised that no one is there?"
Wu Wanli looked at the vast white snowfield, which was eerily quiet, and even suspected that the 7th Interleaved Company had gotten lost and gone in the wrong direction.
"Hahaha, Guawazi, do you think it's like the storyteller said in ancient times, when everyone was in great fanfare and arrayed outside to prepare for an attack?"
Lei Gong looked at the naive look on Wu Wanli's face and couldn't help but smile and pinch his shoulder.
On the other side, Pinghe, who was at the front of the team, put his finger to his mouth and blew hard twice. A sharp whistle like a bird's call suddenly resounded through the sky.
After a while, there was a similar sound of bird chirping. After a while, a touch of khaki military uniform finally appeared in front of everyone.
A volunteer sentry came to the 7th Interleaving Company and carefully led them to the predetermined ambush position.
Originally there was a link to report the unit number, but the 7th interleaved company was so special that there was no need to report it at all.
As soon as the volunteer sentry saw the polar bear flags fluttering in the wind, they immediately understood that this was the legendary heroic company.
"It's so irritating that people are so different from each other. It would be great if I was also a soldier of the seventh interleaving company."
The volunteer sentry leading the way sighed with envy as he thought.
Under the guidance of the sentry, Wu Qianli led the seventh interleaving company to quickly ambush at the planned attack position.
At this time, the U.S. troops in the Xiajieyuli base camp were semi-surrounded by the volunteers and suppressed to death.
However, the encirclement was not completely sealed, but one or two gaps were deliberately left to prevent US soldiers from fighting to the death.
But if any American troops are lucky enough to protrude from the gap in the encirclement, they will soon face layers of ambushes and pursuits.
Inside the position, Wu Qianli slowly raised his cold telescope and looked at the periphery of the US military's defensive position.
Layers of barbed wire were exposed, the defensive position was tightly covered, and a layer of nails and some traps were deliberately spread on the surrounding ground.
It is conceivable that if the volunteers launch a group charge under such circumstances, they will have to rely on human lives to fill in these fortifications in the early stage.
"Company Commander, the American devils probably have more than just these superficial tricks."
After Pinghe observed it with the scope on his sniper rifle, his expression immediately became solemn.
"Let's not talk about the mines buried outside the position. At least they have set up many bunkers and firepower points in hidden places."
After Pinghe observed the military's external positions, he used half a pencil to draw a rough outline of the situation on a simple white paper as he spoke.
Since Wu Qianli was promoted to reconnaissance platoon leader, he has developed the habit of analyzing and drawing simple maps before going into battle.
"It would be nice if we could get rid of these troubles before starting the war."
Wu Qianli looked at the map drawn by Pinghe. There were more than a dozen possible hidden firepower points.
Moreover, the crossfire formed by these firepower points will definitely lock the offensive line, which can't help but make his scalp numb.
"Telegraphed the headquarters of the Ninth Corps to request the heavy artillery battalion to conduct a covering artillery strike on the external positions of the US military. It is worth exchanging some artillery shells for the lives of the soldiers."
Wu Qianli took out his slightly worn metal watch and saw that there were still a few hours until the attack. He simply telegraphed to the headquarters to request artillery strikes in advance.
However, when this telegram was delivered to Commander Song Shilun, he immediately felt angry and funny.
"Damn it, this kid Wu Qianli really doesn't know how valuable firewood and rice are when he's not a family member."
"I'm not stupid. Who doesn't know how to use a cannon to hit them first? The problem is that there need to be so many cannonballs."
Song Shilun laughed and cursed while quickly drinking a few sips of warm water to suppress the irritability in his heart.
"Tell that kid Wu Qianli that when he gets enough cannons and shells from the American devils, I will back him up as a local rich man and call for artillery support as he pleases!"
After Song Shilun finished speaking, he smiled wryly and waved his hand, asking the secretary to go down and reply truthfully.
When the secretary turned to leave, he picked up a situation report just handed over by the artillery battalion.
"puff--"
Song Shilun just took a few glances at the numbers in the report, and then he spat out a mouthful of water, his eyes widened in astonishment.
He is considered someone who has seen big scenes, but the number of artillery and shells captured by this artillery battalion is really unexpected to him.
"One 240mm howitzer, eight 155mm howitzers, 16 105mm howitzers, 18 106mm mortars, 26 81mm mortars, and 20 75mm recoilless rifles."
"And based on the amount of artillery shells currently stored, it is enough to bomb Hajieyuli Airport continuously for a day and night."
When Song Shilun read the report, his first thought was to allocate more artillery from the legion to prevent the artillery battalion from being overwhelmed.
"It's his grandma's. According to this, Wu Qianli really robbed the rich man of the American devils."
"Good guy, he deserves a big credit for seizing the artillery. After the war, the boss will not let this kid pull out a reinforced independent group to do it alone."
Song Shilun suddenly felt that Wu Qianli, the blessed general, was very pleasing to his eyes, but at the same time, he was a little reluctant to let Wu Qianli completely separate from the Ninth Army.
"No, that telegram just now hasn't been sent yet!"
Song Shilun stood up suddenly and quickly asked someone to intercept the telegram he just sent.
Fortunately, it was discovered in time. If this was sent out, wouldn't it give that boy Wu Qianli a chance to slap him in the face?
"Starting at 1:30 midnight, let the artillery on the Longshuidong artillery position fire at full power to blow up all the positions outside Xiajieyuli!"
"Other peripheral troops will officially launch a general attack at 2:30 as planned."
As Song Shilun spoke, he punched the Xiajieyuli Airport on the map with a heavy punch.
Sure enough, all the fear came from the lack of firepower. With enough artillery 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, we will receive continuous artillery bombardment support for an hour."
"In addition, the headquarters asked us to quickly attack the inside of the US military after the bombardment, find the location of their aircraft, and blow it up."
After receiving the accurate response from the headquarters, Mei Sheng handed the telegram to Wu Qianli with a happy face.
"Quickly attack the inside of the US military and destroy the US military aircraft."
Wu Qianli took the telegram, looked at the words on it, murmured twice, and immediately understood the intention of the Ninth Army Headquarters.
Commander Song, who historically focused on defense, may have learned from the experience of special blitzkrieg after watching the Longshuidong artillery position battle.
So now I am thinking about letting the volunteers, under the cover of powerful artillery fire, not worry about annihilating all the American troops they see, and just advance quickly.
After forcibly opening the gap in the US military position, they immediately blew up the US military aircraft, completely destroying the illusion of a large-scale retreat of the US military from the air.
Historically, this was how a certain Third Reich's blitzkrieg was fought.
It's just that that empire's target was the enemy's capital, and their current target is US military aircraft.
"Company Commander...Company Commander? Please read the telegram. Commander Song seems to think highly of you."
Seeing that Wu Qianli was immersed in the content after just reading the first page, Mei Sheng could not help but remind him in a low voice.
"Oh? How much can you respect me if you respect me..."
Wu Qianli was choked back in mid-sentence. When he saw the words behind the telegram, he simply doubted whether he had read it wrong.
Reading between the lines, Song Shilun revealed that after Wu Qianli finished the battle, he would do his best to ensure that he would be given the title of deputy division commander and directly take charge of the newly formed Seventh Attack Regiment.
Forget it, Song Shilun even made some vague promises to Wu Qianli.
For example, as long as he agrees, he will be given certain autonomy in the future and allowed to manage an army similar to an independent regiment.
"Sigh... It can be seen that Commander Song really doesn't want to see our 7th Intermediate Company leave the 9th Army Corps under his command."
After Wu Qianli read it, he couldn't help but smile bitterly and shake his head.
To be honest, these things Commander Song promised made him feel very excited.
It's not because of his power position. He is not someone who just wants to get promoted and make a fortune.
It's just that with more troops in hand, he can better help the volunteers and completely win this peninsula war, which is related to the fate of the country.
"Company Commander, no matter what you decide after the war, we old comrades are willing to continue to follow you, fight 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 did not make too many suggestions, but simply expressed his position.
After all, compared to post-war expansion and promotion, the general offensive in front of us seems more imminent.
After hearing this, Yu Congrong nodded in agreement.
Then he took a sip of saliva on his hands, rubbed them vigorously, moistened the cold and red hands, and then adjusted the Browning heavy machine gun next to him.
"Comrades, please be prepared. After the artillery bombardment is completed, we will attack directly as planned."
"Remember, the speed must be fast, and we must use our most violent offensive. We must not allow the American devils to get a chance to breathe and reorganize their defenses."
Wu Qianli shook his head vigorously, throwing away all those strange thoughts, and began to focus on the battle in front of him.
"yes!"
Wu Qianli's order was quickly conveyed to the ears of every soldier in the seventh interleaved company. Everyone nodded heavily and paid great attention to the next battle.
The night is as dark as water, and it is silent and adds a chilling air to the environment.
At half past midnight, at the Longshui Cave artillery position
Battalion Commander Yang was busy letting the soldiers of the artillery battalion make final adjustments to the cannon. Boxes after boxes of artillery shells were piled next to the thick muzzle.
Even not long ago, the headquarters specially sent a logistics force to deliver steaming millet porridge to them, as well as unlimited steamed buns and fried noodles, so that they could eat and drink well before facing the next artillery mission.
The newly recruited elite artillery units were also integrated into various grassroots units in the artillery battalion.
The artillery battalion, which originally suffered a large number of casualties, now had more people than before entering the court.
"His grandma's, thanks to that guy Wu Qianli, I have never fought such a wealthy battle in my dreams."
Battalion Commander Yang looked at the thick gun barrels with black iron ripples underneath, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and gratitude in his heart.
However, at this time, Li Dali, a newly transferred artillery platoon leader, looked at the cannons in the position for a while.
He hesitated for a few seconds, and finally tiptoed to the side of Battalion Commander Yang and questioned the cannon's aiming range.
"Battle Commander Yang, there is no problem with the position of the cannonball and the precise position of the shot, but the muzzle of the gun is aimed too off-center."
"Look at the direction of the northwest entrance. You don't know which unlucky US military unit is stationed there. It's going to be bombed into pieces."
Li Dali endured it for a long time, looking at the slightly strange layout, and finally expressed his doubts.
In fact, overall, doing so will have little impact on the battle situation.
After all, they have sufficient firepower and can carry out continuous artillery bombardment.
At most, it can make some troops charge more smoothly at the beginning.
If he had continued to display his artillery like this when there were not enough artillery shells before, he would have been scolded by the troops below for eighteen generations.
"Hahahahahaha...there is nothing wrong, nothing wrong, this is how it should be done."
"Platoon Commander Li, you don't know something. It's not easy for our artillery battalion to have so many cannons and enough artillery shells..."
Battalion Commander Yang looked at Li Dali, who looked puzzled, and quickly coaxed him to talk things through. It was obvious that he had made up his mind.
Before Li Dali joined the army, he was a simple and honest farmer. After hearing this soft words, he could only smile and shake his head, and no longer raised any objections.
After repeated debugging, the soldiers of the artillery battalion finally completed the final preparations and were just waiting for the scheduled battle time to arrive.
Battalion Commander Yang stood at the commanding heights of the Longshuidong artillery position, staring at the slightly broken pocket watch in his hand, fearing that he was half a minute too late.
"it's time……"
When the hand of the pocket watch pointed to half past midnight, Camp Commander Yang's eyes immediately flashed with light, and he became excited.
"fire!!!"
(End of chapter)
