Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 1583: Eat fast and read the Buddha
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Pang Youcai sat on the **** column of his heavy artillery and sighed. He was the gunner who hit three shots over two hundred meters before he was also the monitor of the artillery squad.
As a Chinese who came to Cuba from Africa, Pang Youcai is very different from other compatriots in infrastructure. He is old and in his forties has been in Africa for more than ten years. And his business in Africa is doing small business and farming.
Africa clearly has very good water, heat and soil resources, but frequent famine. Black Africans have no farming traditions at all, which has made Pang Youcai, who is doing business and farming in Africa, a lot of money. He even married an African wife and wanted to settle in Africa. As a result, the Cataclysm destroyed everything.
Pang Youcai joined the legion or planted land, but this time he was forced to expand into the army. A little timid, he chose to be an artillery. When he saw that the six-six-type howitzer he was serving had a maximum range of 17 kilometers, he felt that he should be safe.
But it ’s actually safe!
No one has ever said that a cannon needs a bayonet!
Fighting more than two hundred meters away, you still have to listen to the sound of bullets striking the cannon shield to complete tasks such as loading and aiming, which is so exciting!
Pang Youcai was shaking when he just bombarded. This would shake at the end of the bombardment, his hands and feet and even the muscles of his back were shaking and his body was soaked.
Pang Youcai ca n’t stand even after the mission is completed. He was ashamed of what he had just done. More than a hundred brothers looked at him, but they didn't play well.
The company where Sun Shaoyang is located is cleaning the battlefield. Scattered weapons must be recovered and cannot be discarded. The company commander, who was still scolding, came over and patted Pang Youcai's shoulder, and walked away without saying much.
Sometimes someone passes by and pats the old man's shoulder. Pang Youcai originally thought that she was going to be scolded, but in fact everyone's pat on the shoulder was more like encouragement. After all, three rounds of artillery shells solve a building, which saves everyone from the pain of attacking.
"Captain, let's go. Lilian calls us on the radio." The artillery team also has its own company. The people in the same group came up to support Pang Youcai. Everyone hung the artillery again with the truck, and got on the car and went down. A battlefield.
It was about three o'clock in the afternoon, and the legions of troops invaded a small area of Mexico City, taking the initiative to truce and consolidate their positions. Pang Youcai's artillery group was placed on a street to control the surrounding area, and an excavator built a simple artillery position for them.
Sixty-six type anti-infantry mines were laid out outside the position. This mine, which imitates the American ‘broad sword’, is printed with ‘This is facing the enemy’.
Pang Youcai sat on the gun carriage and received the dinner from the cooking class. The word "PLA" was printed on the aluminum lunch box.
"When did we use the old goods? This thing is about the age of my grandfather. It is strange that we used all the products produced in China long ago." An artillery was also sitting on the gun carriage On the table, frowning at the production date printed on the lunch box.
"Some foods are good, why do you want so much?" Pang Youcai chewed the luncheon meat in the lunch box, full of starchy taste. To be honest, the thing he hated most was the military canned food in the army. He always felt that he was pulled from a warehouse that was a long time ago.
Pang Youcai frowned and ate luncheon meat, but there was a gurgling sound next to him. Several Mexican laborers were walking by them, smelling the meat and all stopped.
The cook who delivered the meal shouted at the Mexican workers: "Go over there, eat, you guys."
A few simple Spanish words have driven Mexican workers away. Pang Youcai saw that the laborers were unkempt and yellow-skinned, but they carried tools such as shovel **** carts.
"We hired these people?" Pang Youcai asked the cook.
"They were hired outside the city. They were chosen because they are more reliable, but they are a bit thinner. The people in the city are more or less related to the Django regime, and we are not comfortable with it." The cook said The labor took away.
Pang Youcai glanced a little bit at the past, and found that the workers were eating maggot powder, at most oily water. In addition, the Legion is now more lavish than in the past. In addition to the maggot powder, it also serves a few slices of bread and a piece of lunch meat. The food is worthy of people.
Pang Youcai was also moved with emotion when he saw Mexican workers gorging on food. When I came back to look at the many streets that were opened by the laborers, he felt that his army was really making the best use of human resources.
After eating, the workers were asked to leave the position. The Mexicans thought that they would no longer hire them, and all the scared people knelt and pleaded not to go until they were called by an interpreter to appease the people.
"Think about us being so miserable in Africa, alas ..." Pang Youcai sighed, "It's possible that all the legions took us today. What a blessing!"
"Lao Pang, what are you sighing for?" The howitzer connected an officer and rushed to Pang Youcai's running position.
Lao Pang thought that something happened to him, but the officer took the instrument 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 bombardment command ‘Grenade, three rapid-fire shots’.
The rumbling of the gunfire was heard in the high muzzle, and Pang Youcai had quite limited knowledge of artillery. He was bombarding a place four or five kilometers away with a high-throw trajectory. And other artillery positions near him seemed to be firing according to the same order.
The grenade is an air-explosive shell, which has a wonderful effect against unarmored targets on the ground. There are as many as 10,000 to 10,000 shotguns in a shell, and the blast of the volley covers a large area, which is a weapon for attacking cluster targets.
Pang Youcai's artillery group continued to fire under the command of the officer, occasionally sporadic shots, or dozens of shells. The shelling continued overnight, and the entire gun position was quickly filled with shells. The shells of the gun group were all finished. The ammunition supply vehicle came again in the middle of the night.
Throughout the night, artillery boomed in Mexico City. Pang Youcai not only heard his own 152 howitzer bombardment, but also 130 cannon sounds. As the day fell, the shelling stopped. It ’s not that they do n’t fight, but that the ammunition delivered to the front is said to be exhausted.
A dozen of Pang Youcai ’s artillery crew were tired all night. They wanted to sleep before dawn but were organized by the company to go to the urban area. It was said to teach indirect shooting techniques on the ground and observe the effects of long-range artillery bombardment.
After a night of exhaustion, the artillery group was dizzy, but after riding out of the jeep for about three or four kilometers, they smelled a strong and **** smell in the air. When they arrived at the first shelling site, everyone in the class was stunned by a huge bloodshed.
"This is the first place where you bombarded yesterday afternoon. UAV instructed the target and calibrated the shot. This group of people seemed to want to gather to hit our position in the middle of the night, and it was beaten like this." The company officer said lightly.
But in front of Pang Youcai, there were hundreds of corpses that were shattered by shrapnel. These corpses all had broken heads and chests, broken stomachs, and died very badly. All kinds of white and flowers on the scene are visually shocking, and the strong fishy smell makes people dizzy.
"I did this?" Pang Youcai asked in amazement. Suddenly, his legs and feet softened, and weeping with tears, "I didn't want to kill so many people. God, I originally ate Zhai Nian Buddha."