"Don't be stingy with shells and hit hard? Is the Independent Regiment so wealthy now?" Ding Wei asked Kong Jie in a low voice.
Kong Jie also frowned fiercely, "It's not generous. Although there are two 92 artillery pieces, there are only about twenty rounds of artillery shells. There are a few more mortar shells, but they are only about fifty rounds. It takes a lot of effort to make them." , it can be defeated in just five minutes!”
"That means there were artillery shells on the military vehicle that Lao Li intercepted. Otherwise, Li Yunlong's character would not have given such an order."
Kong Jie is also not sure how much ammunition the independent regiment has now.
If the 92nd Artillery really had hundreds of rounds, it would be enough for him, old Li Yunlong, to fire as hard as he could.
Thinking of the scene of the raindrops of shells falling, Kong Jie couldn't help feeling relaxed and happy, but he was followed by physical pain.
However, the Independent Regiment did not have hundreds of rounds of artillery shells. Counting the fifty rounds that they had to leave the headquarters with shameless faces, they only had eighty rounds, and the mortar shells were not enough for one hundred.
Although there are few, the Eighth Route Army is used to living in poverty. There are few artillery shells, but as long as they are fired accurately, they can achieve the desired effect.
After assigning the mission, Li Yunlong immediately led his guard platoon to the location of the second battalion, because there were not only artillery but also Zhao Gang there.
As soon as Li Yung walked out of the headquarters where he suggested setting up tents, Gao He, who was sent by the headquarters, came over and said, "Captain Li, why is there an extra walkie-talkie?"
"Monk Wei picked it up!" Li Yunlong responded casually, but without stopping, he directly took the reins handed over by the guard, got on his horse, lowered his head and said to Gao He, "Xiao Gao, the front line is dangerous, just stay here. .”
Li Yunlong turned the horse's head, but was stopped by Gao He, "Captain Li, you must explain this clearly. Can a walkie-talkie be picked up casually? This is not a trivial matter. If this kind of communication equipment is really picked up, it will be a serious matter. That’s a big deal, your operations may be under the enemy’s surveillance at any time.”
"I will explain this to the boss. Now that the war is about to begin, I don't have time to talk to you!" He shouted to the guard, "Leave a squad to protect the high-tech technicians!"
"yes!"
Immediately after Li Yunlong gave the order, someone came over and stopped Gao He.
Gao He struggled to hold the reins and said anxiously, "This must be made clear! I suspect this may be a trap deliberately set by the enemy."
Gao He has always been a technician. Although he also participates in training, his physical fitness is never as good as these regular soldiers.
The guards pulled him back again and organized a human wall to block him tightly.
Being delayed for half a minute, Li Yunlong felt unhappy.
In the past few days, he had learned a lot about the use of walkie-talkies. In the dark, he really felt as if someone was eavesdropping, and there were more than one person eavesdropping. He glanced at Gao He, who was jumping around, and picked up the walkie-talkie. , shouted, "Damn, you're just a bastard for eavesdropping, and you're a fucking asshole for giving birth to a son!"
After saying that, he glanced at Gao He disdainfully, then shook the reins and left.
Gao He was dumbfounded and confused!
He knew that Li Yunlong was a thorn in his side and often got into trouble, but
He may have caused a bit of trouble today.
Because he knew that the bosses were eavesdropping,
No,
It's monitoring!
After Li Yunlong left, a female Eighth Route Army soldier in her mid-20s and wearing glasses walked up to Gao He, "I told you not to ask, but you asked, look, is something wrong now?"
"Sister Ding, this is not a trivial matter. If this is monitored, the independent group will be doomed."
"If I say it's okay, it's okay! Commander Li has been fighting for so many years. If he found something wrong, he would have changed his plan long ago. If you are not a combatant, you should not worry about the combatants. Your behavior of a layman interfering with an expert can easily mislead the commander. .”
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Behind the Second Battalion's position.
At this moment, both the 92nd artillery and the mortars have taken off their camouflage, revealing their ferocious muzzles, aiming at the Japanese defenses.
Due to the different ranges, the mortars were in the front and the 92nd artillery was in the back, which were displayed behind the second battalion's position.
Looking at these cannons, Li Yunlong's dark face showed a smile that didn't deserve a beating, "Chen Quan, is this your first time firing so many cannons at once?"
Shen Quan was equally excited, "That's right. This shows all the wealth of our independent regiment at once. I think our equipment is no worse than the Japanese's Class A regiment."
"How many more shells are there!" Although Li Yunlong knew, he still wanted to confirm.
"Seventy-seven 92 artillery shells and 103 mortar shells."
"Yeah! It's better to be less!" Li Yunlong frowned and said, "Just give me a more accurate shot. If you waste a damn shot, labor and management will remove you from your job."
"Uh~" Shen Quan's face turned green when he heard this, because this request was too difficult.
"It's impossible not to waste a round. It can only be calibrated after the first shell is fired. This can ensure the hit rate of subsequent shells." Zhao Gang's steady voice appeared in his ears.
Li Yunlong turned to look at Zhao Gang and said angrily, "Wasn't it calibrated last time?"
Zhao Gang twitched the corner of his mouth and said in a somewhat urgent tone, "Last time was last time, and this time is this time. This is an artillery piece, not a rifle. Calibrating it once can last for a long time. The artillery must be recalibrated after every move."
One shot had to be wasted. Li Yunlong's body ached, but he knew now was not the time to care. "Then it's six shots. After calibration, we can't waste any more, you know?"
"yes!"
Li Yunlong rarely let go, and Shen Quan quickly stood at attention and accepted the order.
Li Yunlong looked at his watch, turned around and said to Zhao Gang with a solemn face, "Commissar Zhao, today I know how capable you are. Not only can you drive well, but you can also shoot accurately!"
Zhao Gang said modestly, "I'm just chasing a duck to get on the shelves. Driving is only limited to driving the car away, and artillery is limited to theory. It's far from being a real artilleryman."
Li Yunlong sighed lightly, "I'll leave the artillery here to you. I'll go to the First Battalion." As he said that, he handed his walkie-talkie to Zhao Gang, "When the battle starts, I will report the situation through this walkie-talkie." Threatening firepower point, when the time comes, the most critical artillery support will be left to you."
Zhao Gang took the walkie-talkie, "Okay, no problem! But, leader, do you remember the reporting parameters?"
Li Yunlong's face turned red, "I didn't remember, I didn't remember. Anyway, you should pay more attention. When the time comes, you can shoot wherever there is a threat to me, Old Li."
Zhao Gang smiled, said nothing more, turned around and went to the artillery position.
After Zhao Gang left, Li Yunlong also left. He was going to the 1st Battalion's position further ahead, which was further forward than the 2nd Battalion's position. It was the main force of this attack. After the cannon was fired, they would launch a charge with limited artillery fire. , reopening the enemy's defense line in the shortest possible time and tearing a hole.
On the first battalion position, Li Yunlong checked the time on his watch, and then opened the safety on the box gun.
(End of chapter)
