Pang Youcai sat on the gun mount of his heavy artillery and sighed. He was the first gunner who fired three shots over 200 meters before hitting the target, and he was also the squad leader of the artillery squad.
As Chinese who came to Cuba from Africa, Pang Youcai is very different from other compatriots who work in infrastructure. He is older, in his forties and has been in Africa for more than ten years. And his business in Africa is
Do small business and farm.
Africa obviously has very good water, heat and soil resources, but famines occur frequently. African blacks have no farming tradition at all, which allowed Pang Youcai, who did business and farming in Africa, to make a lot of money. He even married an African wife and wanted to live in Africa.
Anjia. However, a cataclysm destroyed everything.
Pang Youcai joined the army or farmed, but this time the forced expansion of the army forced him to join the army. A bit timid, he chose to be an artilleryman. When he saw that the Type 66 howitzer he served had a maximum range of 17 kilometers, he felt that he
It should be very safe.
But it’s actually very safe!
No one ever said that cannons should be equipped with bayonets!
It’s so exciting to fire from a distance of more than 200 meters and complete tasks such as loading and aiming while listening to the clanging sound of bullets hitting the gun mantlet!
Pang Youcai was shaking all over during the shelling, and he was still shaking after the shelling. His hands, feet, and even the muscles in his back were shaking, and he was soaked to the skin.
The mission was completed, and Pang Youcai could no longer stand up. He was ashamed of his performance just now. More than a hundred brothers were looking at him, but he didn't play well.
Sun Shaoyang's company was cleaning the battlefield, and the scattered weapons had to be recovered and could not be abandoned. The company commander who was still cursing just now came over and patted Pang Youcai on the shoulder, and walked away without saying anything more to get busy.
Occasionally, people passed by and came up to pat this old man on the shoulder. Pang Youcai originally thought that he was going to be scolded, but in fact, the pats on the shoulders were more like encouragement. After all, three cannonballs destroyed a building, so it was unnecessary
It’s hard for everyone to attack hard.
"Captain, let's go. The company is calling us on the radio." The artillery team also has its own company. People from the same team came up and helped Pang Youcai up. They hooked up the artillery to the truck and got on the truck to go to the next battlefield.
At about three o'clock in the afternoon, the legion's troops invaded a small area of Mexico City, took the initiative to cease fighting and consolidated their positions. Pang Youcai's artillery team was placed on a street to control the surrounding area, and an excavator was built for them.
Simple artillery position.
Outside the position, someone was laying a Type 66 anti-infantry mine. This type of landmine, imitating the American Broadsword, had the words "This side faces the enemy" printed on it. Two brackets supported the mine body, pointing towards the street where the muzzle was pointing.
Pang Youcai sat on the gun stand and received the dinner delivered by the cooking team. The aluminum lunch box was actually printed with the word 'PLA'.
"Are we using second-hand goods from when? This thing is almost old enough to be my grandfather. It's really strange. All the things we use were produced in China a long time ago." An artilleryman also sat on the gun carriage and looked at it.
He frowned at the production date printed on the lunch box.
"It's good to eat some, why do you think so much?" Pang Youcai chewed a mouthful of lunch meat in the lunch box, which was full of starchy taste. To be honest, what he hated most was the military cans in the army. He always felt that they came from something.
It was pulled from a warehouse a long time ago.
Pang Youcai frowned as he ate luncheon meat, but there was a sound of his stomach growling next to him. Several Mexican workers were walking past them, and they all stopped when they smelled the smell of meat.
The cook delivering the food shouted to the Mexican workers: "Go over there and eat, you guys."
A few simple Spanish words drove the Mexican workers away. Pang Youcai saw that the workers were unkempt and thin, but they were carrying shovels, hoes, carts and other tools. They were obviously doing heavy work.
"Are these people hired by us?" Pang Youcai asked the cook.
"We hired them from outside the city. We chose them because they are more reliable, but a bit thin. The people in the city are more or less related to Diego's regime, and we don't trust them when they use them." The cook said and took the laborer.
Taken away.
Pang Youcai followed him for a moment and took a look, and found that the workers were eating maggot meal, which at most contained more oil and water. In addition, the legion was now much richer than in the past. In addition to the maggot meal, it also provided a few slices of bread and a piece of luncheon meat. The food was reasonable.
People.
Seeing the Mexican workers devouring their food, Pang Youcai was filled with emotion. When he came back and looked at the streets that had been repaired by the workers and opened up a lot of space, he felt that his army had really made the best use of its human resources.
After eating, the workers were asked to leave the position. The Mexicans thought they would no longer employ them, so they were so frightened that they all knelt down and begged and refused to leave. It was not until a translator was called that they were calmed down.
"To think that we are in such a miserable state in Africa, well..." Pang Youcai sighed, "It's only the army that saved us today. It's God's blessing!"
"Old Pang, what are you sighing about again?" An officer from the howitzer company came down and rushed to Pang Youcai's position.
Lao Pang thought something had happened to him, but the officer brought instruments to determine the gun position. After the gun position was determined, a series of parameters were transmitted over the radio to adjust the muzzle, followed by the shelling order, shrapnel,
Rapid fire three shots'.
The rumbling sound of artillery was emitted from the high-pitched muzzle. With Pang Youcai's rather limited knowledge of artillery, he was bombarding a place four or five kilometers away with a high-projectile trajectory. Moreover, other artillery positions near him seemed to be firing
The same order was given for the bombardment.
Shrapnel is an air-explosion artillery shell, which is very effective against unarmored targets on the ground. There are as few as one or two thousand to tens of thousands of shrapnel in a shell. One blast in the air covers a large area, making it a powerful weapon against cluster targets.
Pang Youcai's artillery crew kept firing under the officer's orders, occasionally shooting sporadic shots, or firing dozens of shells. The bombardment lasted all night, and the entire artillery position was quickly filled with shell casings.
After all the shells were fired, the ammunition supply truck came in the middle of the night.
Throughout the night, artillery roared in Mexico City. Pang Youcai not only heard the bombardment of his own 152 howitzers, but also the sound of 130 cannons. Before dawn, the bombardment stopped. It was not that there was no firing, but ammunition that was reportedly transported to the front line.
Exhausted.
A dozen people in Pang Youcai's artillery crew were tired all night. They wanted to sleep before dawn, but they were organized by the company headquarters to go to the city. It was said that they were going to teach indirect shooting techniques and observe the effects of long-range shelling.
The artillery crew was dizzy after being tired all night, but after riding the jeep for about three or four kilometers, they smelled a strong and persistent smell of blood in the air. When they arrived at the first shelling site, the whole squad
Everyone was stunned by a huge killing field of flesh and blood.
"This was the first place you bombarded yesterday afternoon. The drone pointed out the target and conducted calibration fire. It seemed that this group wanted to gather together and attack our position in the middle of the night, but they were beaten like this."
The military officer said it lightly.
But in front of Pang Youcai, there were hundreds of corpses that had been beaten to pieces by shrapnel. These corpses all had their heads smashed, their chests were broken, their stomachs were broken, and their intestines were broken. They died in extremely miserable conditions. The scene was all white and flowery, with a strong visual effect.
The impact and strong fishy smell can make people dizzy.
"Did I do this?" Pang Youcai asked in shock. His legs and feet suddenly went weak and he burst into tears, "I didn't want to kill so many people. God, I was fasting and chanting Buddha's name."