The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

Hongxing Factory No. 787 began a three-shift production plan.

Workshop 1 and Workshop 2 were all temporarily converted into assembly lines after the internal machine tools were cleared out. No matter if they were fitters or welders before, they are now all assemblers.

The explosion in production capacity is so rapid that it leaves people breathless.

Even though the unit price of some equipment has not yet been specifically negotiated, China has shown due respect for the Dao Le project, which has a total value of over one billion yuan.

In the canteen, large, fatty pork was served on the tables like it was free. The cooks serving the food no longer trembled; each spoonful was full of white, fatty meat.

To be honest, although life has been getting better and better in recent years, the factory has never been as extravagant as it is today. From top to bottom, they are rushing to get the three hundred vehicles that the Iranian side had initially purchased out.

The third canteen, located in the corner.

"Slurp, slurp~!"

The soldiers sitting there weren't chewing the large, juicy, fat pieces in their lunchboxes; they were sucking them into their mouths, taking a couple of shallow chews, and then swallowing them whole.

For the soldiers who are generally lacking in food these days, this is the only time they can eat meat so freely, especially at farewell banquets and victory celebrations. It's rare that the Red Star Factory has not treated them unfairly.

"Jin Ying, we've seen the foreigner and we've fired at the targets, shouldn't we go back now?"

Wiping the grease from his mouth, and glancing at the large basin on the canteen table, a company commander sitting next to Jin Kailai asked in a deep voice.

The other soldiers, who had been busy slurping up fatty meat, slowed down their eating when they heard the news. They listened intently, and when they thought of their comrades at the front, they became somber.

"There's also a self-propelled artillery drill, but that's not our responsibility anymore. We'll have to wait for further instructions!"

Jin Kailai paused his rummaging through the lunchbox, and after swallowing the food, he tapped his chopsticks next to the lunchbox to attract the attention of the others.

"I know it's not easy for everyone to come all this way to Beijing. Except for me, none of you have ever been here before. I'll talk to the factory tomorrow and give you all a day off. Anyone who wants to go out and explore can go, or even visit the city gate tower!"

Jin Kailai wasn't unaware of what these soldiers who had come with him to the capital on official business were thinking, as he himself had come from the ranks of recruits.

When I enlisted in 1962 and came to Beijing, the new recruits had been looking forward to going out for three years. These soldiers had finally come to the capital, so they must have wanted to see it for themselves.

Sure enough, after Jin Kai finished speaking, everyone was all smiles. Even the company commander who had just spoken was all smiles. This mission experience was destined to be kept secret, but if you came to the capital and didn't see the city gate tower, then it would be a wasted trip.

"But let's make it clear first: if we go out as a group, we have to return to camp as a group. This is not some other place; this is the capital. Wearing military uniforms in the factory area is fine, there are no military police, but if we go out, we have to change into the Red Star Factory uniforms. If we get caught by the military police on the street, we have to know what the consequences will be."

Wiping the grease from the corner of his mouth, Jin Kailai was considerate, but he also needed to give these underlings a heads-up beforehand, lest they forget who they were once they left.

"Understood~!"

"Definitely not, don't worry, Commander Jin!"

They thumped their chests loudly; they were all veterans, skilled at outsmarting the military police. If things got too difficult, they could run away; if they were caught, they would report the unit number of a brother unit.

"Be more careful. If you see someone wearing a white helmet, don't go up to them. Here's a hundred yuan for you. It's the first-class merit award. I haven't even told your sister-in-law yet. Consider it a subsidy for this business trip!"

Battalion Commander Jin wasn't wealthy either. Considering that the group might not have brought any money with them in their haste to leave, he even took out his own merit bonus.

Leaders who come from the grassroots are very caring. Although when they are being trained, they are trained very hard, to the point of being exhausted.

But in terms of details, they are able to pay attention to their feelings, which is much better than the typical clueless young men who graduate from military academies.

"I don't ask you to thank me, just don't shoot me in the back on the front lines. If I get killed, I'll have to rely on you to dig a hole for me!"

In the past few years in the south, Jin Kailai has experienced all sorts of situations. Everyone's lives have been on the line, and these guys are more reliable than his bedmates.

Between men, a bond forged through shared life-or-death experiences is truly unbreakable.

As the group finished eating and went outside, they happened to run into another group of people dressed in military uniforms who were also having lunch.

Originally, everyone was supposed to maintain a tacit understanding and keep secret, not interfering with each other. One side would participate in the exercises with vehicle-mounted artillery, and the other side would participate in the exercises with self-propelled artillery, keeping to themselves.

But when he saw that there was one more person among them, Jin Kailai stopped in his tracks.

"What a coincidence, we've run into someone we know. You guys should head back first!"

Almost simultaneously, Liu Feng stopped walking into the canteen and turned to look at Jin Kailai.

Seeing Jin Kailai beckoning his people back to their dorms, Liu Feng gestured for the others to go inside, casually handed his lunchbox to one of them, and then walked towards Jin Kailai.

"Long time no see~!" "We agreed to meet on the battlefield, but I never expected to meet again here~!"

He took out the white panda toy he had secretly obtained from Li Feng and distributed it. The two friends, who hadn't seen each other for many years, struck up a conversation without any awkwardness.

"Perhaps we've already met, but you just don't know it!"

Liu Feng smiled. He still clearly remembered that year when he and Li Nan stayed at the General Logistics Department's guesthouse, and the old squad leader downstairs who was shoveling snow on official business.

"Really?"

Jin Kailai took the cigarette, raised an eyebrow, and the two walked to a corner behind the cafeteria to exchange pleasantries.

Liu Feng chuckled, pointed to his ear, glanced at his old squad leader, clicked his tongue, patted him hard on the shoulder, and said.

"The Red Rock Cannon, hitting the bullseye every time! I'm not just showing it off, how could I not have heard of it?!"

"Looks like he's already studied at a military academy?"

Jin Kailai nodded slightly. It seemed that this honorary title made not only the artillery famous, but also his regiment.

The thought that his team had returned from the south made it easy to make the next connection—the person in front of him had also returned from the south, and only in this way would the other party know so much about this area.

"It mainly relies on new equipment. The idea of ​​hitting the bullseye every time is just a myth. Luckily, you said back then that studying can change your destiny. Later, you made meritorious contributions and got promoted, so you decided to study artillery!"

"Haha, what a coincidence, me too! Two third-class merit awards gave me the opportunity for further studies, so, in the end, we still met!"

The two looked at each other and then smiled knowingly. It seemed that their lives were quite similar. Neither of them expected that a casual remark made more than ten years ago would actually come true.

"Your voice sounds familiar. Could you please tell me your coordinate system?"

The more they talked, the stronger the sense of familiarity became. Even though it was only the second time they had met, Jin Kailai felt as if he had heard that familiar voice before, and more than once.

"Come on, go to the cave, four ounces, five ounces, three ounces, six ounces!"

"It's you~!"

After taking off his hat, Jin Kailai patted his stubble-covered scalp hard, pointed at Liu Feng with the hat, and the slight doubt on his face instantly turned into sudden realization.

"I can tell, haha, Battalion Commander Jin's ears aren't just for show. It's good that you know. I only knew about your regiment's arrival two years before you did!"

They shook hands firmly, patting each other's backs forcefully. Jin Kailai's face showed the anger of someone who had been kept in the dark for so long and suddenly found out.

Liu Feng is in the artillery reconnaissance radar unit, where he works in counter-battery operations.

Liu Feng had communicated with their vehicle-mounted artillery battalion many times, providing coordinates for artillery suppression and counterattacks on numerous occasions. This time, Battalion Commander Jin overheard it and didn't intentionally leak it.

"My goodness, what a coincidence! It turns out you went up there even earlier than me!"

Looking at Liu Feng's still handsome appearance, the rough-looking Lao Jin couldn't help but chuckle. The two sides had been cooperating for two years, and this was really the first time he had encountered such sharp eyes from the artilleryman.

Artillery radar is highly classified and very valuable, and has always been hidden in a very concealed location, unless it were for this official business trip.

It's likely that until the very end, Jin Kailai will never know that it was this old comrade-in-arms who was acting as their eyes, guiding them in the right direction.

"Then how are you going to deal with those self-propelled artillery guys???"

Jin Kailai's words carried a somewhat indescribable tone. What was going on? Vehicle-mounted artillery had become the stepchild of the enemy. How did the artillery reconnaissance radar team get mixed up with the self-propelled artillery units?

"We're only from the same division. It's just that sometimes your location is more convenient. Their deployments are farther away, and their precision isn't as high as yours!"

Having finished his cigarettes, Liu Feng waved his hand, refusing to accept another cigarette from Jin Kailai, and chose to reveal some information instead.

"Yes, you are a high-tech unit. Our vehicle-mounted artillery is not up to the task of equipping us with such advanced equipment. What rank are you now?"

Liu Feng raised his chin, indicating that he would ask the same question to the old squad leader who used to shovel snow back then.

"Battalion level!"

The two said almost simultaneously... (End of Chapter)