The Bright Sword of Changjin Lake becomes stronger

Chapter 113 Protecting the Volunteer Army's Heavy Artillery Firepower

The Saber fighter jet circled in the sky, reported the position coordinates of the artillery battalion and the seventh interspersed company, and left quickly.

At the U.S. Air Force base, a bomber squadron quickly took off after filling up with aerospace gasoline.

At the same time, Wu Qianli, who confirmed the safety of the troops for the time being, got off the anti-aircraft gun and turned his head to look at the pitted iron skin of the car hit by bullets.

"The fighter planes of the American devils have left, come out, and each platoon counts the number of casualties."

Wu Qianli opened his frozen purple lips, and gave an order to the seventh interlude company.

"Report to the company commander, the fire platoon has no casualties."

"Report to the company commander, the reconnaissance platoon has no casualties."

"There were no casualties in the firepower platoon..."

After counting the casualties, Wu Qianli nodded in relief.

On the other hand, after the artillery battalion checked the situation, the result was similar.

Except for the unlucky Li Gousheng who was injured by the wrecked parts of the plane, no soldier was injured or injured.

"Okay, Company Commander Wu, I have been dealing with cannons for half my life, and your anti-aircraft cannon is more accurate than me, hahaha..."

While talking, Battalion Commander Yang looked at the wreckage of the plane that fell from a high altitude.

The serial explosions had already broken the fighter jet into two pieces, and the flames dancing on the wreckage were still burning fiercely, making a crackling sound.

There were quite a few elite gunners in the artillery battalion, and they all nodded approvingly when they recalled the techniques and techniques of Wu Qianli just now.

Whether it is the calculation of the advance amount or the setting of the firepower point, Wu Qianli has achieved an exquisite level.

Even in the psychological game with the American pilots, he is slightly better than Commander Yang.

"Where, I still have to ask Battalion Commander Yang for advice, but as long as the comrades are okay."

While Wu Qianli was talking casually, he handed Battalion Commander Yang two expensive cigarettes seized from the U.S. Army.

"Tch, what's the accuracy? It's probably a blind cat and a dead mouse. It's just good luck."

Li Gouzeng held his injured hand, looked at Wu Qianli with a bit of brooding, and muttered in a low voice.

After hearing this, Wu Wanli, who was the closest, immediately darkened, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.

But when he wanted to rush up, the calm and steady Mei Sheng grabbed his arm and shook his head at him.

"Of course it's not as powerful as Company Commander Li, who actually created the only casualty in this air strike, hmph."

Wu Wanli snorted coldly, and responded bluntly to Li Gousheng.

"you……"

Li Gouzeng was so choked that he couldn't speak, but felt that the wound on his hand that was bleeding had become more painful.

Looking at the strange eyes of the comrades around him, even the other comrades in the artillery battalion seemed not to support him, so Li Gousheng had no choice but to give up.

"Battalion Commander, the bombing by the American devils has delayed us a lot of time, we should hurry up, otherwise the combat mission will be delayed."

In order to hide his embarrassment, Li Gousheng directly changed the subject and suggested to Commander Yang.

"Indeed, we are only a few hours away from the Longshuidong artillery position, so hurry up and get there."

Battalion Commander Yang looked at his subordinates who were basically uninjured, and nodded approvingly, feeling that he could indeed set off immediately.

"No, Battalion Commander Yang, you must not start now."

After hearing this, Wu Qianli immediately frowned and rejected the proposal.

According to Wu Qianli's memories before his rebirth, after the original artillery battalion was discovered by a US reconnaissance plane, he continued on his way regardless of the risk, which resulted in all the cannons and trucks being blown up by the bombers.

Now that Wu Qianli knows about this, he will never let this regret happen again.

"Company Commander Wu, you are really majestic. Our Battalion Commander Yang hasn't spoken yet, but you vetoed it outright, hmph."

Seeing that his proposal was directly rejected by Wu Qianli again, Li Gouzeng felt that it was aimed at him, so he snorted a little bit indignantly.

Seeing this situation, Battalion Commander Yang couldn't help frowning in embarrassment, not knowing how to make a decision for a while.

"Battalion Commander Yang, believe me, the US reconnaissance plane has just left. They found our army's artillery unit, and they will definitely send bombers to bomb them."

Wu Qianli looked into Battalion Commander Yang's eyes, and said firmly, ignoring Li Gousheng at all.

Seeing this, Li Gousheng couldn't help feeling that he had punched cotton, and a feeling of humiliation came to his heart instantly.

In his opinion, what Wu Qianli meant was that he didn't put it on a level, and only regarded him as a rabid dog barking.

"The American devils have just been shot down by a fighter jet. How can they send bombers over so quickly? It's not a matter of a hen laying eggs."

"Company Commander Wu, since you insist on saying that the US bombers will come, why don't we make a bet."

Under Li Gousheng's anger, he said to Wu Qianli rather unconvinced.

"Okay, how do you want to bet?"

Wu Qianli couldn't help laughing angrily at the impatient Li Gousheng.

He has memories from before he was reborn, and his conclusions are sure. He originally wanted to save the heavy firepower of the Volunteer Army, but he was forced to make a bet.

However, Wu Qianli is naturally not afraid to participate in this kind of sure-win game, and it just happens to give this thorn another blow.

"Since Company Commander Wu is so sure that the bombing opportunity of the American Devils will come, then let's listen to you first, hide the cannon and do a good job of concealment."

"If you come within an hour and a half, you win, and if you don't come after an hour and a half, you lose."

After Li Gousheng finished the bet, he looked at Wu Qianli provocatively, for fear that he would not accept it.

"No problem, I accepted the bet, tell me what the bet is."

Wu Qianli agreed directly. After all, if you hide the cannon earlier, you will suffer less losses. If it is delayed for a long time, it will cause problems.

"Okay, if I win, you will give us your 12 mortars, plus 160 mortar shells, if we lose..."

Li Gousheng was talking excitedly, but halfway through the conversation, he turned to look at Commander Yang.

Obviously, this kind of thing is not something he can decide on his own, so he can only look forward to it, hoping to get support.

"If Company Commander Li loses, your Seventh Interlude Company will take the enemy equipment captured by the Longshuidong artillery position at that time, and give us the rest."

Battalion Commander Yang hesitated for a few seconds, sighed helplessly, and gave the best support he could do.

Although Li Gousheng has a bad temper, he is brave in battle after all, and he will have to rely on him to charge forward in the future.

Besides, agreeing to the bet not only satisfies Wu Qianli's proposal to temporarily stop the artillery battalion to avoid the US bombing, but also takes care of the face of his subordinates, which just balances the two sides.

"Aren't you playing around? Why do we have to give the mortar directly if we lose, and you have to wait until you capture it before giving it to us if you lose."

After hearing such a proposal, Yu Congrong suddenly lost his temper, pointing at Li Gouzeng's nose and yelling loudly.

Hearing this, Battalion Commander Yang could only smile wryly twice, and curled his lips helplessly.

You must know that the privilege of being able to dispose of captured weapons at will without having to hand them in, the entire Ninth Corps only has the privilege of the Seventh Interlude Company, and this was specially approved by the boss.

If he promises to transfer the weapons of his troops directly to the opponent, I am afraid that it will not be long before he will be directly arrested and interrogated by the Military Law Department.

"Then add another one. After I lose, I will kowtow to your company commander and plead guilty. If you dare not do this, then I have nothing to say."

Li Gousheng thought that there was indeed some injustice, fearing that Wu Qianli would not accept it, he simply gritted his teeth, increased the stakes, and had an extra sneer in his eyes.

After hearing the bet, Lei Gong's face immediately darkened, and he looked at Li Gousheng with a little more displeasure.

You must know that these dozen mortars are equivalent to half of the artillery platoon's possessions.

However, out of absolute trust in Wu Qianli, Lei Gong just clenched his fists and did not speak, but turned to look at Wu Qianli.

"Just bet on it. Hurry up and hide all the cannons and hide the whole army. When the US bombers arrive, it will be too late."

Wu Qianli looked at the stabbing head in front of him, shrugged his shoulders indifferently, but urged the whole army to move quickly.

After all, he cared more about protecting the artillery firepower of the Volunteer Army than fighting for the spirit of this moment. After all, countless comrades paid for these with their lives and blood.

"The artillery battalion obeyed the order, and the mortars and shell boxes were hidden in the woods ahead."

"In addition, the towed trucks also have cannons, hidden in the valley ahead, and do a good job of concealment."

Battalion Commander Yang did not procrastinate at all, and directly issued the military order.

In the sparse forest closest to them, all the leaves had fallen off, leaving only withered branches interlaced in all directions, and the trunks were bent by the snow.

Boxes of shells and mortars were quickly transported here, hidden a little, and quickly integrated with the surroundings, making it difficult to find.

Only the thick gun barrels and trucks could not be hidden here, so they were grown to the valley not far away.

At Wu Qianli's strong request, the cannons and trucks were covered with cannon coats and some dead branches, and covered with a little snow to prevent the discovery of US bombers.

But it's a pity that the space is limited, and some large-caliber artillery and trucks can't be hidden.

Therefore, in order to prevent these cannons from exposing their targets and causing the already concealed artillery fire to be bombed, they can only be thrown to the side of the road far away.

After doing all this, the soldiers of the Volunteer Army put on white capes and lay motionless on the snow.

Li Gousheng took out a slightly broken pocket watch, stared at the time on it, and began to plan to watch Wu Qianli make a fool of himself.

Wu Qianli smiled slightly, and turned his gaze to the dark blue sky with flying snow.

Every shell he protects now will become a cloud of fire that explodes under the feet of the US military, and many volunteer soldiers may even avoid the fate of sacrifice.

"His grandma is crazy. Our company commander has never missed his judgment. I want to see how this guy kowtows in the snow to admit his mistake."

While thinking about it, Yu Congrong glared at Li Gousheng fiercely.

Although Wu Qianli was mainly thinking about the overall interests of the volunteer army and ignored the clown, the other soldiers of the [-]th Interlude Company didn't think so.

They could bear to charge desperately under the indiscriminate bombardment, but it was difficult for them to accept that the hero company commander in their hearts was so offended and insulted by outsiders.

So every seventh interspersed company soldier held his breath, cast their eyes on Lan Kong one after another, and waited quietly for the result.

The icy cold wind was still whistling non-stop, and the dry branches were swayed, and the snow on them fell from time to time, hitting the soldiers.

Wu Qianli's hands were red from the cold, and even his knuckles were a little stiff, and the eyelashes of the other soldiers' faces were also covered with a little frost.

After half an hour passed, there was no movement in the sky, not even a bird flew in such bad weather.

An hour later, the corners of Li Gousheng's mouth could not help but rise, and there was a provocative look in his eyes looking at Wu Qianli.

Lei Gong thought about half of the mortars in his platoon, and slowly let out a breath of white air, but he still trusted Wu Qianli's judgment extremely.

But until the hour and a half was almost up, there was no movement in the sky.

"Company Commander Wu, you might as well admit defeat, you can't let your comrades lie here and suffer from the cold for the sake of your own thoughts."

Seeing that the time was approaching, Li Gouzeng smiled smugly, and said to Wu Qianli eccentrically.

At this time, Wu Qianli also frowned slightly, and slowly looked at the distant sky, and there was indeed no movement at all.

"Is it the butterfly effect that caused the original process to change?"

Wu Qianli swallowed slowly, feeling a little hesitant.

The hearts of the other soldiers of the Seventh Interlude Company also sank suddenly, maybe Wu Qianli was really going to make a mistake.

However, at this moment, the humming sound of the engine of the plane suddenly came from the sky, and some small black spots were quickly approaching them in the distance.

"This... no, this is impossible."

Li Gousheng's eyes were wide open, his mouth was wide enough to fit two eggs, and his complexion was uglier than eating shit.

At this moment, he really wished that he was hallucinating, but as time went by, the figure of the US bomber was getting closer and clearer.

Across the faint snow, Battalion Commander Yang, who had a lot of dealings with U.S. aircraft, recognized at a glance that these were 12 U.S. B-29 bombers.

This bomber uses four 4-cylinder air-cooled radial turbocharged engines, with a practical ceiling of 18 meters and a maximum speed of 10241 kilometers per hour.

并且机背、机腹及机尾配备5个炮塔，有12.7毫米M2重机枪10挺，20毫米机关炮1门（携弹100发），可携带炸弹量9.072吨。

If the artillery battalion encounters 12 U.S. bombers with such firepower on the way, they will be caught off guard, not only the cannon trucks will be completely blown up, but even the personnel will suffer heavy casualties.

Thinking of this, Battalion Commander Yang couldn't help being afraid for a while, and looked at Wu Qianli gratefully, saying that Wu Qianli saved the fate of their artillery battalion.

At the same time, the U.S. military pilots in the sky finally discovered the large-caliber artillery and trucks that had been left beside the road. They all looked excited, but at the same time they were a little puzzled.

"Report to the lead plane, report to the lead plane, we have found the location of the Volunteer Army's large-caliber artillery, but the Volunteer Army's artillery battalion is nowhere to be seen."

A U.S. military pilot spoke to the base over the radio.

"Please blow up its cannons immediately. If you can't find the Volunteer Army artillery battalion, return immediately."

After hearing this, the personnel of the U.S. Air Force Base replied impatiently.

The front line is tight, and the air power, the biggest advantage of the US military, has no time to waste.

"Oh well, maybe these trucks ran out of gas and they couldn't tow these cannons away, so they broke down."

The U.S. military pilot couldn't figure it out, so he simply gave himself a reasonable explanation.

"Damn it, don't we need a break? The bombing missions go on and on."

Another American pilot complained in a low voice on the radio, and quickly pulled the joystick, intending to vent all his anger on the cannon below.

"Oh, yes, this damn bombing mission is so boring. Do you want to see the burning fire? I can burn the woods below into a V shape."

The corner of the mouth of a pilot on a U.S. bomber curled slightly, intending to pour firepower on the grove on the other side after blowing up the cannon.

But the grove he was looking at happened to be where the Seventh Interlude Company and the Artillery Battalion were hiding!
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