Chapter 81: The White-Eyed Wolf's Fate, Blasted to Nothing!

Across the way, twenty-five kilometers away, behind a small highland.

"Quick, quick, deploy now!" shouted a short middle-aged man. His body was very agile, running back and forth to command, just like a monkey.

Under his command, others also moved swiftly, taking the artillery piece towed by the truck down from the vehicle, then unfolding the gun legs, releasing the gun spades, raising the gun carriage, all done with practiced ease. They were likewise short and slight, moving with agility, just like monkeys.

Amidst creaking sounds, howitzer after howitzer was deployed, the 152mm caliber muzzles pointing to the sky, looking mighty and imposing.

The barrel bore foreign markings; looking closely, the characters D20 were clearly visible—this was the 152mm howitzer supplied by the Russians. Because it was large and inconvenient to transport, the monkeys had only about three hundred pieces, and deploying eighteen of them already amounted to the scale of an artillery battalion under an artillery regiment.

"Quick, move the shells!" the middle-aged man urged his subordinates as he watched the guns deploy.

One wooden crate after another was lowered, these crates bearing block characters printed on them.

State-owned Factory No. 13, 1967, Batch 23.

The guns were Russian, but the Russians only supplied these guns; as for the subsequent shells……those were all supplied by the East!

In those special times, the monkeys wielded Eastern weapons, ate grain saved by the Easterners tightening their belts, helped them drive off the Americans; now they turned those weapons around and aimed them at the great Eastern nation!

"Our shells are still too backward; the Easterners' recent shells can actually reach twenty kilometers! Earlier, the 64th Artillery Battalion was careless, thinking the Easterners' howitzers couldn't reach that far, and suffered a heavy loss, the entire battalion wiped out."

"Yeah, the Easterners are shameless; they initially gave us these backward shells that could only fire a dozen kilometers, while keeping the twenty-kilometer shells for themselves, and still call us brothers!"

The artillerymen moved the shells while muttering under their breath, clearly dissatisfied with the shells they had.

"Don't worry, this time our reconnaissance troops have infiltrated and scouted, discovering that the Easterners are just rotating their defenses; their infantry is in place but their artillery hasn't caught up, so we'll seize this gap and fiercely bombard their forward positions, then retreat after firing!" the middle-aged man encouraged his subordinates.

The Easterners' 152mm howitzers have ferocious firepower—their shells seem free! Every time the monkey artillerymen fire, they draw counterfire; they've already been left with a trauma, especially last time when they thought the enemy couldn't reach them, yet the enemy's rear artillery fired a twenty-kilometer range!

Now they can only seize the gap in the enemy's relief of troops!

Artillery sounds great in theory, but once enemy guns cover your position, the scene becomes far more horrific; if the ammunition on your position detonates, causing sympathetic explosion, there won't be a whole corpse left—everything gets blown to fragments.

"Others may be afraid, but our 44th Artillery Battalion cannot be scared—we are the nation's most elite artillery unit!" the middle-aged man continued to rally: "Everyone, move out, move out!"

One minute later.

Each howitzer stood ready to fire, with a signal-flag-wielding soldier stationed beside every gun.

"Attention, load the shells!"

Clang!

The breech block opened, and the bright yellow Eastern-made shells were rammed into the bore—they were taking Eastern weapons and turning them against the Easterners, and firing them with utmost ferocity!

Click!

The breech block closed.

"First platoon, first squad ready!"

"First platoon, second squad ready"

……

"Attention, ten rounds, rapid fire, ready……"

Before the middle-aged man's fire order could be given, a piercing whistle came from afar.

He instantly widened his eyes in terror, filled with disbelief.

Impossible, impossible, impossible! There's absolutely no artillery within twenty-five kilometers opposite! Unless it's a mistake by the infiltrating reconnaissance troops from the front—impossible! Reconnaissance troops are the elite, veterans who've fought the Americans for years! If it's not a reconnaissance mistake, could it be……that the Easterners have guns with even longer range?

How could that be possible!

Boom!

This shell landed right beside a truck; the next moment the truck flew up, the huge fireball and terrifying blast wave showing it was a 152mm shell!

Was this first shot just a test to check the point of impact, or did the enemy have only this one gun and one shell?

At this moment the middle-aged man hadn't yet decided whether to keep fighting and duel the enemy artillerymen, or……

Shouts of alarm were already rising and falling.

"Run!"

"It's the enemy's 66 cannon!"

"Damn it, we're about to be swept by artillery fire!"

"I don't want to die!"

All kinds of shouts filled the air, the scene descended into chaos, and the middle-aged man drew his pistol from his waist and fired at several fleeing fellows.

Bang, bang, bang!

He took out three in succession, and the rest became obedient.

"Return to your gun positions, we'll continue……"

Before the word "shoot" could leave his mouth, the piercing whistle sounded again, this time with more voices—a volley!

Done for!

In the middle-aged man's mind, only this thought remained.

Boom, boom-boom!

The next moment, shells rained down; instantly huge flames engulfed everything, dirt flew from the explosions, mixed with other things……

Near a D20 howitzer a fireball erupted; the gun tube of that cannon flew up, the barrel and tube separated, the wheels flew farthest, like a flying disc……

Several artillerymen were running when a fireball suddenly erupted behind them; the next moment they flew into the air, and in the process of riding the earth like a plane, their bodies had already scattered into many parts……

Boom!

A shell landed in the ammunition dump; the next moment a louder explosion rang out, the fireball nearly engulfing the entire artillery position, above it a mushroom cloud rose……

The 44th Artillery Battalion, the unit that had earned great merit in the monkey army, was gone!

Twenty-five kilometers away.

"Report, the forward observation post reports that the enemy's artillery position has been completely destroyed by our side!"

"What, what did you say?" Xiao Deyuan shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Report, we can cease fire."

"Stop firing, stop firing!" This time Xiao Deyuan heard it and loudly gave the order.

After a few minutes, the Dongfang Hong tractor towed the Type 66 howitzer, continuing forward.

Sitting in the vehicle, looking at the surrounding mountains, Xiao Deyuan couldn't help but start humming a little tune.

"Our artillery grows in battle, we become stronger day by day. Never fearing danger, we have the strength to overcome difficulties…"