Zhong Qibao squatted in the bomb shelter, listening to the roar of aircraft in the distant sky, waiting for the moment when the enemy plane dropped the bomb.
Zhong Qibao is one of the few grassroots officers in the mercenary regiment who has military experience and some battlefield experience. His father was an artilleryman in the Northwest Army. Later, there was a famine in Shaanxi. At the age of sixteen, in order to reduce the burden on his family, he brought Zhong Qibao with him.
He led several young men from the same village to follow his father and join the army. From then on, he followed the Northwest Army and fought here and there until the end of the Central Plains War.
Zhong Qibao, who had just turned twenty-two during the Central Plains War, was already an artillery platoon leader. However, after being captured by the National Army, he concealed his identity as an artilleryman and was sent back to his hometown in Shaanxi.
The reason why he concealed his identity was actually because his father was killed by the National Army artillery in the battle. Although war is about you killing me and me killing you, and there is no great hatred between the two sides because of their different positions, but let's let it go
It was absolutely impossible for him to join the National Army.
Artillery, a technical branch, is also urgently needed by the National Army. If his identity is exposed, it will be impossible for him to return home.
It was not until Zhou Wen was recruiting troops in Lishi that he took several former fellow villagers to sign up for the Lishi Security Team because he heard that military pay and treatment were very high and that Shanxi belonged to the Jin Army and did not belong to the National Army.
Zhong Qibao had lived in poverty in the Northwest Army for six full years. When had he ever enjoyed such good treatment as a mercenary group? Not to mention the high military salary, Fuyuan Company's branch in Shaanxi also took care of his family and that of several of his brothers.
If you are considerate, your family's life will be greatly improved.
Moreover, the harmonious atmosphere in the army has never been seen before. In addition, Zhou Wen and other officers are tolerant and do not beat or scold their subordinates. There is no such thing as the Chinese army's long-standing practice of withholding military pay, eating empty quotas and drinking soldiers' blood.
Because of his bad habits, he naturally has a sense of belonging to this army. Anyway, the northwest man has a simple idea. If you treat me well and support my family, then I will sell my life to you.
Zhong Qibao heard the scream of falling bombs in the sky, and quickly covered his ears, opened his mouth wide, and waited for the moment when the bomb exploded. These anti-artillery and bomb-preventing skills had already been learned in more than a year of training.
It becomes a subconscious reaction.
"Boom-boom" explosions came one after another, and the violent vibrations of the earth almost threw his crouching body up. The gravel and soil on the roof of the anti-gun cave continued to fall down, hitting his helmet with a "dong-dong" sound.
", but he was not very nervous in his heart. He knew that plane bombing could not be too accurate. He had already tasted the feeling of being bombed by National Army planes during the Central Plains War, and there was no such solid defense at that time.
There are no gun holes, and there are no helmets.
After enduring it for half an hour, the explosion finally stopped, but Zhong Qibao still did not come out of the bomb hole, because the roar of the plane was still hovering overhead. Although these little Japanese had finished throwing the shells, the people on their plane
Machine guns are not vegetarian either, wait a minute.
Sure enough, not long after, I heard the roar of a plane swooping down, followed by the "click-click-click" sound of shooting falling from the sky. Immediately, I heard screams and cries coming from outside. Someone was shot, but it couldn't be...
Brothers of the mercenary group, Zhong Qibao is very confident at this point. This kind of anti-bombing drill has been practiced countless times in Shanxi. No one in the mercenary group will make such a low-level mistake.
The only thing he was worried about was that the four mountain cannons that he had dragged into the trench would not be blown up. They were really good cannons! They could shoot both in a curved and straight direction, and they could hit far and accurately. They were also very light and could be dragged by one person on the flat ground.
Come on, it's completely different from the heavy and bulky old-fashioned mountain artillery used in the Northwest Army.
At this time, the sound of jingling bells sounded faintly in his ears. Zhong Qibao didn't pay attention at first. Sometimes the explosion sound is too loud, which can temporarily affect his hearing and cause tinnitus. Only then did he realize that his hands were still clenching tightly.
I opened my ears and let go and found that the phone that had been brought into the shell-proof cave rang. Fortunately, the phone line was not broken.
When I picked up the phone, I heard Mo Dahai's voice, "Vice Captain Zhong, the Japs' armored vehicles are coming, prepare for the artillery attack quickly."
This is the benefit of convenient communication. As long as the phone lines are not blown down, frontline information can be reported to various units instantly. There is no need for messengers to go around the trenches looking for people at the risk of strafing from enemy aircraft and waste time.
Zhong Qibao perked up as soon as he heard this. I'm going to blow up the sky and the earth. I've never blown up armored vehicles or tanks, but I've done them a lot in training. They were all models made of wood, so there's no way I can fight real ones.
I don't care about the planes in the sky now. After you have thrown the bombs, your machine gun must be able to penetrate into this deep and narrow trench. Your grandfather and I will be unlucky.
When Zhong Qibao came out of the bomb-proof cave, he didn't even care about the mud all over his body, and said loudly: "Brothers, come out and change the barrel quickly. We are going to fight the big guy. Haha!"
At this time, the second platoon leader Li Han ran over and asked, "Deputy Company Commander Zhong, what kind of big guy are you?"
Li Han was an artillery expert who had stayed with Su. Zhong Qibao also admired his artillery skills, not to mention his set of theories that made Zhong Qibao stunned. They usually had a good relationship.
"Brother, it's an armored vehicle. Captain Mo just called. The little devil dispatched the armored vehicle. Each of us brothers will command a cannon. How about a competition? Let's see who is better at your craftsmanship or me, old Zhong?
Ha ha!"
When Li Han heard this, he was overjoyed and said: "That's good, this is what we learned in the Soviet Union, and we can still be afraid of you. Brothers, hurry up, hahaha!"
At this time, another voice came, "There's more, Brother Zhong, there's more!"
Zhong Qibao turned around and saw that he was the commander of the third platoon. This commander was a fellow countryman who joined the mercenary group with Zhong Qibao. He also worked as an artilleryman in the Northwest Army for several years, so his skills were naturally not rough.
"Well, let's make a deal. The loser will have nothing to eat at night, and the winner will have canned food."
After the three people agreed, Li Han said: "Vice-Commander Zhong, I suggest that the barrel of the other gun in the third platoon should not be changed. We still have to keep an infantry unit dedicated to fighting the Japs."
Zhong Qibao thought about it, the Japs' infantry would definitely follow behind the armored vehicles, and they wanted to leave one door open, so he said to the third platoon deputy platoon leader and artillery team leader who ran over and wanted to join him:
"Sun Laoer, don't just join in the fun and just use your artillery crew to attack the infantry."
The man named Sun Laoer was also Zhong Qibao's hometown boy. When he heard this, he immediately said with a sad face: "Brother Zhong, we also want to fight armored vehicles, but we don't want you to eat meat and let us drink soup, right?"
"Drink your donkey egg soup and don't give me any conditions. This is an order. Go quickly."
"yes!"
Zhong Qibao usually has a kind attitude towards his new recruits, but he is rude to a few of his young subordinates. He is not clear about what should be beaten or scolded. He is afraid that his brothers will think that they don't know the world after being an artilleryman for a few years.
It would be totally worthless to be kicked out of the mercenary group for violating military regulations. You can't find such a good unit in the world even if you use lanterns!