Liang Jian: I have a canteen

After climbing over the cliff, there is the artillery camp.

As a technical branch, the artillery's salary is quite high. The field tents are much larger than those of the infantry, and they don't even need to arrange sentries.

But it was this oversight that allowed Li Yunlong and the dozen or so people to successfully reach the camp.

Seeing that the camp was undefended, Li Si even doubted whether the camp was a trap. However, after repeated tests several times, he was really sure that the artillery camp was really undefended.

"Perhaps they are too confident? After all, they fought so well on the frontal battlefield, and complacency is inevitable." Li Yunlong made an excuse for Li Si, and then he began to arrange combat tasks.

It would take more than a dozen warriors to calmly defeat more than twenty Japs. If they were fighting from the front, they would definitely not be able to win, but it was late at night and I wanted to make it easier, and there was also Li Si's secret drug, which made this Do the simple tasks first.

Half an hour later, except for the commander Qingquan Xiaolu, the dozen or so Japanese soldiers had all gone to see their Amaterasu in their sleep.

Qingquan had been drugged and was being carried back along the original route by two soldiers. He was a lieutenant after all, and a lot of valuable information could be extracted from him.

Other soldiers began to move four mortars and other supplies located in the camp.

It has to be said that the artillery supplies are really sufficient, especially the two large-caliber mortars, which he couldn't put down.

Li Yunlong looked at the time. It was past three o'clock, and it was less than half an hour before the general attack. Looking at the current transfer progress, it was likely that the move would not be completed. After all, the return route had to go through a cliff, and it would be very difficult to carry these bulky things. It affected the speed of the march, and after the transfer, he had to rush to the artillery point to provide artillery support to Commander Chen.

In order not to delay the mission, Li Yunlong finally gritted his teeth and asked Dong Jinbao to deploy a time bomb. After placing it among the artillery shells and supplies that had not been removed, he led his people to evacuate.

Time was very tight. When Li Yunlong came to the cliff again, it was already 3:45. He grabbed the rope and jumped directly. He only grabbed the rope when he was about to land at a height of more than 20 meters. .

After a pause as his body was pulled in the air by the rope, Li Yunlong immediately let go. At a height of nearly three meters, he landed directly on the ground.

The moment he landed, he rolled. After absorbing part of the impact, he immediately led the team to run to a certain point.

On the way to the bombardment point, Li Yunlong did not hesitate or hide, but directly ordered a rapid march.

This was not because Li Yunlong was reckless, but because he had already given the task of clearing the area before going up the cliff, so the journey was smooth.

At three fifty-eight, Li Yunlong led a dozen people and carried the cannon and arrived in time.

After falling down, I discovered a relatively embarrassing problem.

There is no professional artillery!
This is indeed Li Yunlong's negligence, because when he was in the independent regiment, the artillery drills were basically done by the political commissar Zhao Gang.

As a layman, Li Yunlong watched the artillery fire very simply. He just used a telescope to look at it, then gestured with his thumb, and finally fiddled with the cannon a few times before firing.

So in his eyes, artillerymen fired by making gestures with their thumbs, and then they could hit.

Although he saw it correctly, he ignored the gun scope in Zhao Gang's hand and Zhao Gang's mental arithmetic ability to calculate coordinates.

Both the thumb and the gun scope use trigonometric functions to measure distance.

Zhao Gang could complete mental calculations, but this time it was Dong Jinbao who fired the shots, and mental calculations turned into written calculations. (End of chapter)