Chapter 1582: Artillery

The unreasonable and fierce attack of the Aurora Legion stunned the gangsters who were trying to stay in Mexico City. In their view, no matter how many governments they have gone through in the past, no one has ever tried to completely eliminate them, let alone mobilize the army to fight without saying anything.

The remaining gangs have already thought about what kind of gifts they want to give to the Aurora Legion from outside. They inquired about the list of high-level personnel of the Legion everywhere, and tried various ways to establish a relationship with the Legion. As a result, their dreams were shattered by the ruthless artillery fire!

The Aurora Legion never thought about it, or Zhou Qingfeng himself never thought about leaving behind a group of scum that would affect his rule of Mexico.

"You... why are you attacking us?" Right at the enemy stronghold that Sun Shaoyang had just captured, more than a hundred gang members who turned into thugs were forcibly disarmed, and one by one their hands and feet were tied and pressed to the ground. One of them asked loudly to the guarded legionnaire in puzzlement.

The half-baked Spanish that Sun Shaoyang learned on the bed came in handy. With half of his face wrapped in gauze, he asked the names, identities, and connections of the gangsters in front of him one by one. When asked why he launched the attack, he was also surprised and asked back: "You are our enemy!"

"But we didn't want to be right with you." The gang member who asked the question struggled to stand up, but the soldier behind him kicked him to the ground. The guy fell to the ground and struggled and shouted: "We can help you rule this city, we can find women for you, we can do many things."

"What is this guy talking about?" The platoon leader thought there was some grievance when he saw someone shouting.

After Sun Shaoyang translated the words of the guy on the ground, the whole platoon looked at the gangsters on the ground like idiots—do you think we are stupid? Who wants a gang of gangsters to help rule? Mexico City is ours, you can go to hell.

Some guy on the ground was still yelling, making the platoon leader wonder if Sun Shaoyang had mistranslated—no one in China has ever seen such a righteous gangster!

Captured gang members need to be screened, and although they are eventually either shot or given hard labor, they still need to go through a trial—a trial, publicity of crimes, public execution, which is an important part of establishing legal prestige. Killing is also a technical job.

When Sun Shaoyang was recording the gang prisoners, he finally saw which heavy artillery the platoon leader mentioned—the old-fashioned Type 66 152mm howitzer.

Compared with tanks that move 20 to 30 tons, howitzers with less than 6 tons are obviously more convenient to transport. An artillery squad was sent to support the operation, only to find that the target to be bombed had been dealt with.

"There is nothing else, we will go back." The artillery captain yelled: "We are needed elsewhere."

The Type 66 is an old-fashioned artillery with a diameter of 28 times. The artillery is not that big and can be pulled away by a truck. Equipped with an artillery squad and a base number of shells on the car, it becomes an important supporting firepower for street fighting.

It's just that the artillery team was about to leave, and the company commander in the slanted stab rushed out and shouted loudly: "Don't go, just shoot me a few shots when you come."

The company commander died, and the gauze covering his head was bloody. An 80-style steel helmet was buckled on his head, and he looked extremely angry-the boss actually died, and the whole company was shocked!

After asking, I found out that a group of gangsters pretended to be civilians and wanted to sneak out of the city, but they were bumped into by the company commander. The company commander wanted to search his body and disarm him to verify his identity. Not surprisingly, the gang suddenly threw a grenade when they saw that they couldn't get along, so the company commander died.

"Those bastards are hiding in the next street and giving me a blast."

How can the boss refuse to speak? So the whole company worked together and pushed the 152-caliber howitzer to another street less than 20 meters away.

The gangsters who wanted to escape just now had already occupied a sturdy building to resist stubbornly. The building was about five or six floors, and it was also strong and sturdy. But now that the cannon is here, Quan Lian feels much more relaxed.

100 meters away,

The gangsters on the opposite side obviously saw the opponent launching a heavy artillery, and immediately suppressed it with all the firepower. The bullets made the gun shield slam, and the legion side also suppressed fire with several heavy machine guns.

The artillery squad that was summoned moved quickly, loaded a grenade in advance, placed a pole hoe to press the gun body, and when the gunner pulled the gun rope, there was an earth-shattering roar.

After the bombardment passed, both sides of the battle felt terrified, and their hearts were shaken. The power of the God of War really lived up to its reputation. The soldiers on one side of the legion hid in a safe corner, covered their ears with their hands to cheer for the artillery, and shouted.

But when the smoke and dust from the muzzle dissipated, an even more violent rain of bullets appeared on the opposite side, which was almost as fierce as venting hysteria before dying. The company commander was ready to express his gratitude to the artillery brothers, but he was almost killed after walking a few steps.

"Fuck, what kind of cannon are you shooting? You can't even hit a hundred meters." The company commander who was dragged to a safe place by his subordinates was so angry that he kicked those artillerymen a few times.

And when the smoke and dust on the opposite side cleared up, the soldiers who watched from various hiding places realized that the shell just missed and blasted a house on the left side of the enemy to pieces.

The building materials were blasted into powder, flying around in the sky and falling down with crackles. The stubborn gangsters hiding in the house were simply frightened crazy, and desperately wanted to kill the heavy artillery.

The artillery captain who was in charge of operating the artillery hid behind the tinkling gun mantlet and apologized vigorously, "Sorry, we are also newbies. We are not very skilled in operating artillery, and our hands are sloppy."

Hearing that the gun crew, which had been placed with high hopes, actually said that they had bad hands, all the officers and soldiers of the company, including Sun Shaoyang, were yelling at each other—you guys are crazy, why are you talking nonsense at such a terrible time? Hurry up and shoot again!

The gun was opened, the casing was ejected, and another 152 grenade was pushed into the barrel. The artillery captain adjusted the steering gear and pulled the gun rope again.

There was another bang of heaven and earth shattering...

This time, no one applauded first, and they all waited for the smoke and dust to clear to see the effect first. Sure enough..., he missed again!

The house on the left side of the target building was hit by shells just now, but this time the right side has become sputtering.

The artillery team leader who was in charge of aiming was about to cry, and he took the initiative to shout: "I'm sorry everyone, I'm sorry everyone, it's my first time on the battlefield, I'm too nervous. One more shot, one more shot, this time I will definitely not Mistake."

The infantry company watching from the sidelines was collectively speechless, and the entire artillery crew also felt ashamed and humiliated, so they worked hard to reload.

But this time the gangsters in the opposite building did not fight back, and the two heavy artillery rounds completely broke their will to resist. Seeing that the third shell was about to hit, no one wanted to continue the fight. A guy with white underpants ran out in a hurry and shouted to surrender.

Seeing the white underpants, the artillery team leader asked loudly: "The other side seems to have surrendered, are you still firing?"

The company commander was about to go mad, and shouted loudly: "He can stand upright in the face of heavy artillery. This is definitely a strong-willed, experienced, and extremely dangerous enemy. Of course, the artillery will be fired. Is it true that I will die in vain?"

Hong's third shell flew out, and this time it really hit. The five-story building that had just been hiding from the gang armed with No. 10 suddenly collapsed and ceased to exist. Those who stood up with the white flag were also killed.

Seeing the power of this heavy artillery, the entire company immediately reached a consensus in their hearts - in the future, they should not rush to any difficult bones, just call the artillery. Even a crappy gunner is better than rushing up by himself.

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