All gods, the lord who started with the bright sword

Chapter 309, An Oolong

"Baby, let's go!"

Veterinarian Hao wailed loudly early in the morning, holding a wooden board with the soldier's name in his hand, and inserted it in front of the small mound.

Behind him, there are more than 500 graves, and a dozen more have been added.

The medicines used by the wounded soldiers were all the best Western medicines brought by Chen Hao.

The probability of virus infection in wounds, which are the most lethal to wounded soldiers, has been reduced by 90.00%, and it is basically no longer a threat.

But some injuries cannot be cured with medicine.

In the absence of skilled surgeons, some seriously injured patients could not be rescued anyway, and they closed their eyes after struggling for a few days.

"Oh, you said that when this baby died, he still wanted to be buried in his hometown." Veterinarian Hao sighed, and said to Meng Annoyed, who was digging a hole next to him.

Meng was annoyed and ignored him, busy with his own affairs.

"Well, if you die, you'll definitely want to be buried back in Xi'an. I'm bored, how about you?"

"You've been worrying too much, the young master doesn't want to die. Meng Tuanzuo is interested, the young master is now the artillery company commander, the radar station commander, and also an air defense company commander. They all work safely in the rear, and the dead light in the front Even the little master can’t die.”

Meng took the trouble to dig the pit quickly. He was very busy with several jobs. If he hadn't had a good relationship with Veterinarian Hao and couldn't bear to see the old man working alone, he would not have done this kind of hard work.

Veterinarian Hao knew that Meng Fanle was carrying a heavy burden, so he buried the remaining two corpses, so Meng Fanle had to do his own work.

He wants to stay alone with these people.

Veterinarian Hao has been taking care of the seriously wounded who have just been buried, and he treats them like his own children.

The person left anyway, and Veterinarian Hao felt empty.

The dead are gone, but the living still have to look to the future.

The flat place that used to be the battlefield is now used as a training ground, where more than a dozen infantry chariots that look like giant steel beasts gallop across.

There are ready-made circular fortifications, trenches, and gun pits, which completely restore the battlefield situation.

Soldiers who drive have trained well here, and can easily adapt to the real battlefield.

"Big bastard, Zhao Er, you are blind, why are you running into the ditch? Let me take a good look, if you can't drive it, change it to someone else, and some people will rush to drive it."

Bu Lai was on the roof of an infantry fighting vehicle, holding a loudspeaker in his hand, scolding and reprimanding him.

Meng Fanlai happened to pass by and saw it, and greeted with a smile: "Not hot, you are really majestic, even more majestic than Yu Xiaoqing who was driving a jeep."

Back then, when Yu Xiaoqing brought the spy battalion under his command to the shelter, he showed them what elite soldiers were, which left a very deep impression on them.

Sitting in a jeep, Yu Xiaoqing, who was handsome and handsome in an officer's uniform, made everyone stare at him with envy and yearning.

Not spicy is not as chic as Yu Xiaoqing, he put down the horn in his hand and smiled wryly: "I'm annoying, you think I'm willing, but you can't do it without scolding, you're so stupid, you can blow your lungs out after a while.

After two days of practice, there are still many problems, such as hitting a tree, falling into a pit, and the infantry chariot has been scrapped. If I don’t practice well in a week, I can’t explain it when the group comes back. "

Meng Fanlai knew that what Bula said was true, and within the time he spoke, the No. [-] infantry chariot drove out of the training ground and headed straight for the woods.

There was only a bang, and the chariot hit the tree, and the tree with the thick mouth of the basin was directly broken.

"Damn it, don't you remember to step on the brakes?" His eyes were burning, and he rushed upwards, his face flushed red.

He jumped down with his hands on the roof of the car, and rushed over to check the situation.

Fortunately, the speed of the infantry vehicle was not very fast, so the problem was not serious. The soldier who drove was scratched, and the front of the infantry vehicle left a slightly concave mark.

After all, it is made of bulletproof steel, which can block the bullets of heavy machine guns. It is not a thin iron sheet of a car, but it is still very strong and durable.

After dealing with the accident, the soldier was reprimanded by Bu La and continued training.

Bula came back and said to Meng Fanle: "Let you see a joke, the [-] training cars are all brand new from the warehouse, and now they all look like they have gone through a big war. You say this... Ugh."

Meng Fanlai patted the old brother's shoulder to comfort him: "I understand, and I think Tuan Zuo will also understand. I know Tuan Zuo's character, as long as you complete the task, he will not be held accountable for these details."

When it comes to tasks, it gets even worse if it's not hot, and I don't care to talk to Meng Fanyao, so I pick up the horn and continue to supervise the training.

The regiment is going to take 42 infantry combat vehicles and set up an infantry combat vehicle battalion.

An infantry fighting vehicle has a crew of three and carries an infantry squad of eight or nine.

The infantry squad does not need to conduct redundant training, as long as they have legs to get on and off the car.

The key is the commander, driver and gunner.

The commander cooperates with the command, the gunner is responsible for firing, and the driver is responsible for driving. All three are technical tasks.

Those who are literate and clever may not learn quickly, let alone those who don't know big characters.

Not Spicy drove the ducks to serve as the training company commander. The task was to train more than 100 people, at least to be able to drive the chariot to the enemy's position and fire. The requirement is a week, which is really embarrassing.

But the group members have spoken, there is no room for bargaining for Bula, so they can only grit their teeth and risk their lives.

After bidding farewell to Bula, Mengfan went for a walk along the road to the airport on the mountain.

On the way, I passed the truck training ground. Hundreds of people gathered around ten brand-new military trucks, and each group of ten took turns to touch them for training.

The situation here is not much. After all, trucks will eventually travel on flat roads, and the environment is not as complicated as the battlefield.

According to Tuan Zuo, the troops behind will be heading south, and a large number of trucks will become the main force of logistics transportation.

These hundreds of soldiers who have been wounded and bled, driving transport trucks can be regarded as relegated to the second line, and their survival rate must be much higher than that of the first-line battlefield.

The group seats still take good care of them.

The training on the shooting range was also in full swing. Milong let his subordinates practice shooting freely, and he practiced short bursts with a heavy machine gun by himself.

Looking at the bullet casings piled up on the ground under his feet, he knew that there were a lot of bullets.

Ever since being underestimated by the Tuan Zuo on marksmanship, Mi Long is on par with heavy machine guns and has to be trained to look good.

I consulted the heavy machine gun veterans in the regiment, learned some skills, and now I can fight decently.

But he was already the company commander, and he became the deputy battalion commander in the next step, focusing more on commanding the combat troops.

No matter how good the heavy machine gun is, when will it be his turn to shoot it?
Unless there are not many casualties on the front line.

Meng got annoyed and didn't bother to persuade, so he greeted Mi Long and walked back to the airport.

The airport is no longer a scene of ruins, the gun pits have been filled up, and construction waste has been pushed away with forklifts.

In the original place, many tents and some wooden houses were built.

What is incompatible with all the buildings is the large warehouse, covering an area of ​​more than 2000 square meters. The key is that after opening, there are more than [-] square meters inside.

I don't know what spell Tuan Zuo used. Is there a principle in his sleeve?

It's something they've never seen anyway.

All kinds of new equipment pulled out of it were like that helicopter, which they had never seen before.

All in all, the group of gauze wiped their buttocks, and they showed their dirt leopards again.

A soldier hurried over, and before he could catch his breath, he hurriedly said, "Company Commander Meng, I finally found you. Where did you go? There is a new situation."

Meng Fan touched his waist pocket. He forgot to bring a walkie-talkie. Even the chief officer at the platoon level is equipped with a walkie-talkie, which is convenient for finding people and has the effect of quick command during combat.

He held several positions, and it was not the artillerymen or the anti-aircraft troops who came to him, but the people from the radar station.

A radar station was built at the airport, which is specially used to cooperate with the air defense forces to detect enemy movements.

There are two cases of accidents at the radar station. Soldiers are not very good at using machines, and they cannot return to normal due to operational errors.

Another is the arrival of enemy planes.

Meng got annoyed and didn't dare to neglect. Leaning on crutches, he quickened his pace and followed the soldier back to the radar station.

"Look, station master, the targets detected by the radar come from the north, and the devil planes always come from the south!"

The short man promoted the general, and temporarily promoted a rather clever deputy station chief, who scanned the screen with his finger and showed Meng Fan.

Meng Fan took a closer look, the green light on the screen was flickering, it was indeed coming from the north, and it was rapidly approaching them.

Should not be!

After shooting down more than ten Japanese planes several times, the Japanese army should have known to turn around after hitting the south wall. They didn't send any planes all day yesterday.

Could it be that the Japanese army had already established an airport in the north, so they did not give up and sent planes from the north to scout and bomb?

Meng is annoyed and really can't figure it out.

"Station Master, do you want the air defense troops to prepare to shoot down this plane?" the deputy station chief asked.

Vehicle-mounted anti-aircraft missiles are locked by radar, and each launch is sure to hit every shot.

It made it impossible for enemy planes to drop a bomb over them, ensuring the absolute safety of the airspace overhead.

Meng Fan felt that something was wrong, as if there was something wrong.

But the group seat has an order to ensure the safety of the airport and the absolute safety of the warehouse.

After thinking about it, he still didn't dare to take the risk, picked up the walkie-talkie to notify the air defense company, and sent the No. [-] car to prepare for launch.

Suddenly, a voice came from the communicator in the machine of the radar station: "Damn it, the mother has gone crazy, aim the anti-aircraft missile at me, and quickly cancel the lock on me."

Familiar voice, familiar swear words.

A group of people at the radar station looked at each other, how could it be a group seat?

They used anti-aircraft missiles to lock on to the helicopter driven by the group seat... Thinking of this, Meng couldn't stand still, and slumped on the ground.

"Master..."

The voice of the deputy station master was trembling, and his upper and lower lips were trembling. He was a little more troubled than Meng, and he was able to stand without any injuries to his legs.

"What are you still doing in a daze, quickly cancel the lock." Meng Fan's voice was filled with sadness, and he felt like crying to death.

How did you make such an oolong.

They haven't acted yet, if they really shoot down the group's plane, they will really become sinners.

Chen Hao, who came back from the helicopter, broke out in a cold sweat. The red alarm sounded a real fright, and his heart stopped suddenly.

Flying at an altitude of thousands of meters, if the helicopter is shot down, it will be meatloaf if it falls.

Even if he parachuted right away, opening a parachute at low altitude is very risky, but he has undergone special training and absolutely no problem, everyone on this plane has to hang up.

Long Wenwen, the best deputy head, and Dai Jianlan, the distinguished guest of the [-]th Division, who was invited by him.

Because they fought a blocking battle and blocked the Japanese army's pursuit.Dai Yulan was ambushed by the Japanese army on a small scale, and he did not die of serious injuries as in history.

Chen Hao specially invited people here. If his subordinates used a missile to kill him, it would be really... indescribable.

Long Wenwen in the back seat, knowing that he was almost killed by an anti-aircraft missile, widened his eyes: "Isn't it, is it really so hanging?"

"Young devil's plane was shot down by our anti-aircraft missiles, what do you think!" Chen Hao asked back.

The expression on Long Wenwen's face couldn't hold back anymore. He, who has always shown his kindness to others, showed a bit of ferocity on his face: "Meng Fan must be in command, Mr. Tuan, I'll ask for instructions to reserve a wheelchair for him."

Wheelchairs are used as equipment for the seriously injured, and some are installed in the warehouse.

Apparently he was going to get angry and broke Meng's other leg.

Chen Hao refueled, and the helicopter arrived and landed quickly. Before it could stop, Long Wenwen jumped down and took out the belt around his waist, and rushed to the radar station.

The people who came behind could hear the shouts from a long distance away.

"Stop hitting, stop hitting, it was my fault..."

"You kid hit us with missiles and kill you bastard!"

Walking in and looking, Meng Fanle was running fast while leaning on crutches, and it was completely impossible to see that a leg injury was still not healed.

Shouting and begging for mercy while running, the belt was pulled down as painful as a whip.

"Old dragon, please stop, for the sake of his dedication to his duty, a small punishment will do."

Chen Hao opened his mouth to persuade, but Long Wenwen had no choice but to stop even if he was unwilling. Letting go of his cruel words was considered a forgiveness for him.

Meng was annoyed as if he had received an amnesty, and quickly apologized to Chen Hao with grinning teeth, and told the whole story.

After listening, Chen Hao suddenly thought of something, aircraft radars and anti-aircraft missiles all have friend-or-foe identification systems.

The green dot on the radar screen is the most obvious evidence.

Even if the anti-aircraft missile is launched, it will not hit the helicopter at all, because in the identification friend or foe system, it belongs to its own army.

A similar example is the portable Stinger anti-aircraft missile sold by the Yankees to the Middle East, which has an identification friend or foe system. The anti-American armed forces obtained it, and the helicopters used to attack the US military will not hit even if they are launched.

Chen Hao neglected to forget about it for a while, and it was a false alarm.

Meng Fan, who had been severely beaten by Long Wenwen, was in vain.

However, Chen Hao would not point out his omissions, he just pointed out to Meng Fanyao that the red target displayed on the radar screen was the enemy plane, and the green one was his own plane.

Turning his head, Chen Hao asked Dai Jianlan who was staring at the electronic screen with great interest: "General Dai, don't you want to visit my Sichuan Army Corps, where do you start?"

(End of this chapter)