Chapter 1583 Eat Fast and Chant Buddha

Pang Youcai sat on the post hoe of his heavy artillery, sighing. He was the No. 1 gunner who fired three shots over two hundred meters before hitting him, and he was also the squad leader of the artillery squad.

As a Chinese who came to Cuba from Africa, Pang Youcai is very different from other compatriots engaged in infrastructure work. He is old, in his forties and has been in Africa for more than ten years. And his livelihood in Africa is doing small business and farming.

Africa obviously has very good water, heat and soil resources, but there are frequent famines. Black Africans have no farming tradition at all, which has allowed Pang Youcai, who does business and farms in Africa, to make a lot of money. He even married an African wife and wanted to make a home in Africa. As a result, the cataclysm destroyed everything.

Pang Youcai was still farming when he joined the army, but this forced army expansion made him have to join the army. A little 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 should be safe.

But in fact, what a ghost!

No one has ever said that the cannon should be equipped with a bayonet!

It is so exciting to fire at a distance of more than 200 meters, and to listen to the jingle and ricochet sound of bullets hitting the gun shield to complete tasks such as loading and aiming!

Pang Youcai was shaking during the shelling just now, and he was still shaking after the shelling ended. His hands, feet, and even his back muscles were shaking, and he was soaked through.

After the task was completed, Pang Youcai couldn't even stand up. He was ashamed of his performance just now. The more than one hundred brothers looked at him, but he didn't play well.

Sun Shaoyang's company is cleaning the battlefield, and the scattered weapons must be recovered and cannot be left to be discarded. The company commander who was still cursing just now came over and patted Pang Youcai on the shoulder, and walked away to get busy without saying anything.

Occasionally, someone passed by and came up to pat this old man on the shoulder. Pang Youcai originally thought that he would be scolded, but in fact, everyone's pat on the shoulder was more like encouragement. After all, three shells can solve a building, saving everyone from the pain of storming.

"Captain, let's go. The company is calling us on the radio." The artillery group also had its own company, and the people in the same group came up to help Pang Youcai up, and everyone hooked up the artillery to the truck, and boarded the vehicle to go to the next battlefield.

When the time came around three o'clock in the afternoon, the Legion's troops invaded a small area of ​​Mexico City, took the initiative to cease fighting and consolidate their positions. Pang Youcai's artillery crew was placed on a street to control the surrounding area, and an excavator also built a simple artillery position for them.

Someone outside the position is laying Type 66 anti-personnel mines. This imitation of the American "Broad Sword" mine is printed with "This side is facing the enemy".

Pang Youcai sat on the gun mount and received the dinner from the cooking team. The aluminum lunch box was actually printed with the word "".

"When are we using second-hand goods? This thing is almost as old as my grandfather. It's strange, all the things we use were produced in China a long time ago." An artilleryman also sat on the gun mount, looking Frowning at the production date printed on the lunch box.

"It's good to eat something, why think so much?" Pang Youcai chewed a mouthful of the luncheon meat in the lunch box, full of starchy taste. To be honest, what he hates the most is the military cans in the army, which always feel like they were pulled out of some ancient warehouse.

Pang Youcai frowned and ate luncheon meat, but there was a sound of stomach rumbling next to him. Several Mexican laborers were walking by them, and they all stopped when they smelled the smell of meat.

The cook who delivered the food yelled at the Mexican workers: "Go over there and eat, you guys."

A few simple Spanish words drove the Mexican laborers away. Pang Youcai saw that the laborers were unkempt, sallow and thin, but carrying tools such as shovels, hoes and carts, obviously doing heavy work.

"We hired these people?" Pang Youcai asked the cook.

"They were hired outside the city. They were selected because they were more reliable, but they were a little thinner. The people in the city are more or less related to the Diego regime. We are not at ease when using them." took away.

Pang Youcai glanced at the past for a while, and found that the workers were eating maggot powder, at most it was oily and watery. In addition, the Legion is now much richer than in the past. In addition to maggot powder, it also provides a few slices of bread and a piece of luncheon meat. Food is worthy of people.

Seeing the Mexican laborers devouring the food, Pang Youcai was also filled with emotion. When he came back and looked at the streets that had been repaired by the laborers, he felt that his army had really made the best use of its human resources.

After eating, the laborers were asked to leave the position. Those Mexicans thought they would not be hired any more, so they all knelt down and begged to refuse to leave after being frightened, until they called for an interpreter to appease the group of people.

"Thinking about how miserable we are in Africa, alas..." Pang Youcai sighed, "It's all because of the Legion to help us today. God bless us!"

"Old Pang, why are you sighing again?" An officer came down from the howitzer and rushed to Pang Youcai's running position.

Lao Pang thought something had happened to him, but the officer brought an instrument to measure 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 command "shrapnel, three quick shots".

The sound of the rumbling cannon came from the high muzzle. With Pang Youcai's limited knowledge of artillery, he was bombarding a place four or five kilometers away with a high-throwing ballistic trajectory. Moreover, other artillery positions near him seemed to be firing on the same order.

Shrapnel shells are air bombs that are effective against unarmored targets on the ground. There are as few as one or two thousand or more than tens of thousands of shotgun shells in one shell, and the volley blast covers a large area, which is a sharp weapon for striking cluster targets.

Pang Youcai's artillery crew kept firing under the command of the officer, occasionally shooting sporadically, or firing dozens of shells. The shelling lasted all night, and the entire artillery position was quickly filled with shell casings. All the artillery shells that came with the artillery crew were fired, and the ammunition supply truck came in the middle of the night.

Throughout the night, gunfire rumbled throughout Mexico City. Pang Youcai not only heard the bombardment of his own 152 howitzers, but also the sound of 130 cannons. Before dawn, the shelling stopped. It's not that the fight stopped, but it is said that the ammunition shipped to the front line has been exhausted.

Pang Youcai's artillery crew of more than a dozen people was tired all night, and they wanted to sleep before dawn, but they were organized by the company headquarters to go to the urban area, saying that they were teaching indirect shooting techniques on the spot and observing the effect of long-distance shelling.

The gun crew, who had been tired all night, was dizzy, but after running for about three or four kilometers in a jeep, they could smell a strong and lingering bloody smell in the air. And when they rushed to the first shelling site, everyone in the class was stunned by a huge field of flesh and blood killing.

"This is the first place you shelled yesterday afternoon. The drone pointed out the target and conducted a calibration. It seems that this group of people wanted to get together to attack our position in the middle of the night, and they were beaten like this." The officers of the Ministry said it lightly.

But before Pang Youcai's eyes were hundreds of corpses battered by shrapnel. These corpses all had their heads broken, their chests broken, their stomachs broken, and their death conditions were extremely miserable. All kinds of white and flowery ones on the scene have a strong visual impact, and the strong fishy smell makes people dizzy.

"I did this?" Pang Youcai asked in astonishment. Suddenly his legs went limp, and he burst into tears, "I didn't want to kill so many people. God, I used to eat fast and pray to Buddha."

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