"He didn't shoot! It seems that he saw through the bait." Cao Fei said to the observer beside him: "Call artillery support, it's the coordinates of this building..."
"Why did you change your mind?" he asked Cao Fei while grabbing the handset and starting to fiddle with it, observing his hands.
Cao Fei stared at the building in the distance, looking for the location he guessed: "It would be best if he can be killed. If he can't be killed, force him to move his position and expose him. The opponent is a master and cannot take risks."
"You are a master if you don't beat the trap set by the two of us?" the observer continued to ask while fiddling with the walkie-talkie.
"Judging from the logic of his behavior, he is at least a master. He might be the one who injured you before." Cao Fei didn't know that he had made a random guess, but it turned out to be a prophecy.
"Hey." The observer laughed, and then connected the walkie-talkie: "Hello? Hello! This is the action team code-named 75, password! Call, call!"
A pleasant female voice came from the receiver: "This is Fengjiang 02 Command Center, repeat, this is Fengjiang 02 Command Center... Password confirmation, password confirmation! Please repeat your request, Group 75, please repeat your request
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"Call for artillery fire! Coordinates 07,16 in area 13! Repeat, coordinates 07,16 in area 13!" The observer stated the purpose of calling for artillery support.
"Check the shelling coordinates 07, 16 in area 13! Repeat, check the shelling coordinates 07, 16 in area 13! Target status... building." The voice of the female operator in the command center came from the receiver.
"Verified! Confirm! Verified!" The observer stared at the building in the distance and cut off contact after saying that.
The battery of the walkie-talkie is very precious. It can be so small because the battery technology of the Tang Empire surpasses other countries. But there is a price for making the battery small, and that is the walkie-talkie with a strong signal.
A battery can probably only be used for a few calls.
Today's electromagnetic environment is no longer like it was a few years ago. At that time, telegraph machines were not popular, so signals could be transmitted very far.
At this moment, there are hundreds or even thousands of various telephone radio stations in Fengjiang City. In this case, if you want to ensure your signal transmission, you must improve your signal strength.
Everyone is trying their best to improve the signal strength of the equipment they use, which is equivalent to being rolled in. After the roll is completed, everyone's electromagnetic environment is still bad.
The electromagnetic signals of the Tang Empire have always been superior to the communication signals of other countries, and they have deployed more base stations, so the communication guarantee has always been the best.
"Did you see that guy?" The observer picked up the telescope and continued to look for the enemy who had just left the gap.
"Not found yet!" Cao Fei is still looking for his target. That person has never shown up since he left the previous gap.
Maybe the opponent has changed positions, or maybe the opponent has left - there is no way to confirm this.
In the building on the other side, the old hunter of the Dahua Empire was still looking for a suitable location. He wanted to continue to observe the factory in the distance to find the location where the other party might appear.
According to common sense, this distance is actually the limit of what he can attack. He visually estimated that he was about 350 meters away from the factory. This distance was no longer the distance at which he often fired.
Because he didn't know whether the other party had discovered him, and there was no way to confirm whether the other party was still there, so the old Orion was acting very cautiously now.
He didn't even dare to pass any dangerous window, so he could only crawl on the ground cautiously until he reached the stairs before reluctantly getting up.
Yes, he wanted to go to a lower floor to have a look. The view there would be better. At the same time, changing floors would also greatly reduce the risk of being discovered by opponents.
Soon, he walked down the stairs, then leaned against the wall and walked to the side of the room where his comrade had just been shot through the neck.
He was now downstairs in the room where the bodies of his comrades were located. He slowly climbed to the door of the room, stuck his head out and took a look, and saw the collapsed outer wall and a missing window sill.
This should have been the window sill, but the entire window sill has been shattered, leaving only a V-shaped gap.
Compared with the gap on the upper floor, the view here is definitely better. The old Orion did not crawl closer, but used this gap to carefully look at the factory building in the distance.
As before, he didn't gain much, because the factory in the distance was still very quiet. The old hunter was a little anxious. He suddenly thought that it would be great if he could call for artillery bombardment and hit the most dangerous place.
Unfortunately, he had no way to contact the artillery behind him, and most of the time he didn't even have a partner to act with.
Just when he felt a little pity, the harsh sound of howling artillery shells suddenly came from the distance. The sound came from far to near, mixed in the rain, and carried a huge pressure.
"Artillery bombardment?" Something very ridiculous suddenly occurred to the old Orion's mind: Was his opponent calling for artillery to bombard him?
Although he thought this was impossible, the old Orion still thought so. He also knew that this building could no longer be kept.
At this moment, the shell hit directly next to the building. The huge shock wave blew away all the surrounding rainwater. The violent vibration shook the entire building, and then a corner of the building began to collapse.
The remaining glass shards on the window edges were shaken and rattled, many weak glass began to fall, and the cement wall decoration on the exterior wall also began to peel off.
For the old Orion who was still in this building, the whole world seemed to be destroyed at this moment. Everything was shaking and everything was making cracking and twisting sounds.
He held his rifle, feeling all the terrifying movements around him, praying that the ceiling would not collapse and bury him alive here.
While he was praying, a second shell fell, and a huge explosion engulfed most of the building.
Where the old Orion was prostrate, shock waves mixed with various gravels, rubble, sand, and dust roared past, filling his nostrils and making him unable to breathe.
The sky seemed to be shaking, everything seemed to be shrouded in smoke and dust, and the rain seemed to have stopped at this time. Less than ten meters away from the old Orion, the floor had collapsed, leaving only a third of it.
The ruins of a building of its original width.
Everyone knows that basically we can no longer stay here. The third shell fell at some point. Staying where we are is basically the same as waiting to die.
So the old Orion subconsciously got up from the floor. His current floor ensured that he would not be seriously injured if he jumped out of the window.
His face was still covered with dust, and the rolling dust around him became a natural smoke bomb to protect him. He touched the window in the dusty environment and prepared to jump downstairs through the V-shaped gap.
In the distance, Cao Fei, who was looking at the collapse of the building, immediately saw the figure that looked a bit vague.
The other party was wearing a strange beggar's suit, all made of strips of cloth, which looked very similar to the ghillie clothes they usually wore. The suit was very weird, but Cao Fei could see it clearly.
The figure was a little clumsy when it got up, but Cao Fei would not waste such an excellent opportunity to fire.
He pulled the trigger and fired a shot at the figure he saw. He felt the recoil from the butt of his gun, and at the same time he felt the feedback-like vibration of his rifle.
The bullet passed through the smoke, and it was unclear whether it hit the target. Because more smoke and dust filled the air, Cao Fei could no longer confirm his victory.
The observer beside him didn't know whether the bullet fired by his sniper hit the target. So he could only regretfully say to Cao Fei: "Sorry, Lao Cao... I have no way to confirm your record...
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"It doesn't matter, I can't confirm whether I hit or not. The time is too short." Cao Fei released his finger on the trigger and said to his partner.
While the two of them were talking, the third shell landed on the building, completely destroying the remaining debris and razing the place to the ground.
The smoke and dust from the collapsed building were still billowing, and the visibility was very low. Even if it was washed away by rain, the billowing smoke still lasted for more than ten seconds.
Then the field of vision was restored, and the rain curtain continued to fall. The surroundings were dead silent, as if nothing had happened.
It's just that the building that originally stood there has completely collapsed at this moment, leaving only rubble on the ground, and waste bricks and tiles piled up to form a small high ground.
"Give me some face, 105!" After seeing the power of the artillery, the observer praised him proudly.
Cao Fei was quite dissatisfied. When they called for artillery support before, they confirmed that the target was a building. If not a 105 howitzer, what would it be? Could it be that they used a 75mm water pipe to fight for a whole day?
If this was a 155mm howitzer, if it was more accurate, one shell would be almost enough. It is estimated that the opponent had no possibility of escaping and was killed on the spot.
Now it's better, the other party jumped out, no one knows whether he died or not, but it left an unknown.
"Let's go! We have no shooting angle." Cao Fei packed up his things with some regret: Their position has many advantages, but it also has disadvantages. The biggest disadvantage is that their position is too low, and they cannot target low-angle targets.
There is no condescending advantage.
Now that the opponent has jumped to the first floor, they no longer have a shooting angle, and it is futile to continue waiting, so they can retreat.
