Without waiting for Wang Chengzhu to answer, Xu Dalong put forward higher requirements. He said: "I ask you to hit that target with no more than two shells at most."
When Wang Chengzhu killed the Bantian Regiment Headquarters, there were only two artillery shells left. Now the situation is different. Although there are many artillery shells, if Wang Chengzhu wants to destroy the Japanese Bantian Regiment Headquarters, he can only fire two artillery shells.
Chance.
This is because the Japs are not fools. If two shells were fired near that area, the Japs commanders would find out and leave the headquarters, and it would be useless to hit them again in the future.
Wang Chengzhu was a little worried about Xu Dalong's request. He was familiar with mortars, and he could do direct shooting with the Type 92 infantry gun. But shooting with grenades, and shooting at a wide angle like a mortar,
If he has no experience, it will be difficult for him to do it.
He scratched his head and said in embarrassment: "Brother Dalong, this is not easy to handle. If I want to hit the target accurately, I have to practice my skills. At least eight rounds must be fired before I can be sure."
Although he didn't understand why Xu Dalong asked him to do this, of course he was happy to master one more shooting technique. But he felt a little regretful because Xu Dalong couldn't let him practice with eight more rounds.
Unexpectedly, Xu Dalong said cheerfully: "Just shoot, I can give you 12 rounds of artillery shells. If you master this technology, it will be of great use in the future."
When Wang Chengzhu heard this, he became excited again. When he had sex before, he had never been so wealthy. Although he thought it might anger Li Yunlong, he didn't care. Anyway, if the sky falls, there will be someone tall to hold it up.
How to explain to Li Yunlong is his, Xu Dalong's business.
He immediately adjusted the muzzle of the gun and prepared for the bombardment.
With a "boom", the cannonball flew out.
Wang Chengzhu had no experience with this method of fighting. The cannonball was in the right direction, but it was hundreds of meters away from the target.
Wang Chengzhu felt very embarrassed, so he loaded another shell, adjusted the muzzle and fired it. The impact point of the shell was slightly better, but it was still dozens of meters away from the target.
Xu Dalong also thought that this guy couldn't do this. He said, "Get out of the way and let me do it."
Wang Chengzhu looked at Xu Dalong in confusion. He didn't believe that Xu Dalong had the ability to fire a cannon. However, he really hoped that Xu Dalong would fire a cannon. If he couldn't hit it, Wang Chengzhu would not be qualified to laugh at him.
The soldiers of the artillery platoon all admired their platoon leader, and they did not believe that Xu Dalong could be stronger than Wang Chengzhu.
Xu Dalong is a special forces soldier and is familiar with the performance of various weapons and equipment. Although he has never operated the Type 92 Infantry Cannon before, he still knows the various technical parameters and key points of operation of the Type 92 Infantry Cannon.
The most important thing is that all aspects of his body's functions have been significantly enhanced. No matter what weapon he operates, he seems to have a natural sense of familiarity.
It took Xu Dalong a short time to adjust the cannon and fire a shell.
Wang Chengzhu and others saw that the shell actually exploded under the rock. Although it did not hit the target directly, it was only a few meters away from the target. According to the requirements of artillery shooting, this result was above good.
Everyone was stunned and looked at Xu Dalong like a monster.
Xu Dalong was too lazy to pay attention to them. He adjusted the cannon again and fired another shot. The cannonball flew into the sky, drew an arc, and hit the top of the rock directly.
This move definitely shocked these artillerymen.
Wang Chengzhu became excited again, and he said with admiration: "Brother Dalong, you are so awesome, you are the real artilleryman. How do you do it, teach me."
Xu Dalong explained to Wang Chengzhu and others the various technical parameters of the Type 92 infantry gun, the key points of operation, and the experience he had just summarized, and guided Wang Chengzhu to fire another shot.
This shot was much better, and it was only seven or eight meters away from the target.
Wang Chengzhu also had a natural sensitivity to artillery. He fired two more shots, both of which hit the target.
In order to ensure that Wang Chengzhu could hit the target within two rounds, Xu Dalong asked Wang Chengzhu and others to push the Type 92 infantry gun, change the position, and re-designate a target. As a result, Wang Chengzhu really hit the target with the second shot.
In the evening, Li Yunlong also went to Cangyunling. He came to the artillery platoon and asked how many rounds of artillery shells had been fired in total.
Wang Chengzhu was very frightened. He bit the bullet and said in a loud voice: "Captain, we will all be beaten, beaten..."
He really didn't dare to say anything further, fearing that Li Yunlong would get angry after hearing this.
Li Yunlong felt very bad. He said angrily: "How many times did you hit me?"
Wang Chengzhu gritted his teeth and said: "A total of 12 rounds."
At this point, he saw Li Yunlong's eyes widening, and quickly added, "Xu Dalong asked me to hit him."
After saying that, he quickly took two steps back to avoid being kicked away by Li Yunlong.
Li Yunlong felt a pain in his heart and felt a little out of breath. He rubbed his chest, took a few deep breaths, and roared: "Huzi, call that bastard Xu Dalong over here."
At this time, Xu Dalong had returned to the cooking class and was helping the soldiers prepare dinner. Wang Xiaohu ran over and said, "Xu Dalong, the regiment leader asked you to come over."
Wang Xiaohu also admired Xu Dalong now, and reminded him with some worry: "The regiment leader is angry because he thinks you wasted the shells, so you have to be careful."
Xu Dalong showed no fear at all. He picked up a cooked egg, stuffed it into Wang Xiaohu's hand, and said, "Brother Huzi, don't worry, you sit down first."
Wang Xiaohu said: "Don't delay any longer. The leader is already angry. Come over quickly."
Xu Dalong stepped forward and grabbed Wang Xiaohu. He was very strong and pressed him down on the bench.
He said: "It's because the leader is angry that I can't go now. I'll let him go for a while, and then we can go over again after he subsides."
Wang Xiaohu felt that what Xu Dalong said made sense, but he had never disobeyed Li Yunlong's orders. He said worriedly: "Isn't this bad?"
Xu Dalong smiled and said: "If there is anything wrong, don't worry. Not only will I not get angry if I go to the group leader, but I will also be happy."
After saying that, Xu Dalong took the egg from Wang Xiaohu's hand, knocked it on the stool, and peeled it open for him with his own hands.
The supply of supplies to the New Regiment was very poor, and eggs were a rare item, reserved for the wounded. Although Wang Xiaohu followed the regiment leader all day long, he couldn't eat eggs easily.
Wang Xiaohu couldn't resist the temptation, took the egg from Xu Dalong's hand, carefully peeled off the remaining eggshell, and stuffed it into his mouth.
Li Yunlong waited for a full 40 minutes before Xu Dalong arrived belatedly.
Li Yunlong's anger had subsided a bit at this time, but when he saw Xu Dalong, his anger suddenly rose again.
He pointed at Xu Dalong and said: "Xu Dalong, you prodigal son, didn't I tell you, save it for me, save it. How dare you shoot so many shells?"
Xu Dalong smiled honestly and said: "Captain, don't be angry. I have my reasons for doing this. After listening to this, not only can you not criticize me, but you must also praise me."
For some reason, Li Yunlong had a natural sense of trust in Xu Dalong. He said, "Okay, I'll listen to you. If you can't give me a good reason, I will definitely deal with you."
Xu Dalong smiled and said: "Captain, you are a veteran of the military and know much more than I do. Sharpshooters are fed with bullets, and it is even harder to train an excellent sharpshooter. The artillery of the little Japanese devils
It's very accurate. I have fired at least hundreds of artillery shells to reach this level.
Wang Chengzhu and the others had never fired the Type 92 infantry gun before. I only used a dozen or so shells to train them into expert artillerymen. Now, they can guarantee that they will hit an unfamiliar target with just two shells.
Do the math, how many shells have I saved for you?
You just have fun secretly, but you have the nerve to criticize me? You have to praise me and buy me a drink."
Li Yunlong was obviously convinced by Xu Dalong, but he still felt sorry for those shells and said to Xu Dalong with a face: "You prodigal son, you still want me to praise you? Get out of here!"
Xu Dalong saluted Li Yunlong and left with a smile.
Wang Xiaohu was dumbfounded and admired Xu Dalong so much that he secretly gave a thumbs up towards Xu Dalong's back.
At two o'clock in the afternoon the next day, the Japanese vanguard finally appeared.