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Chapter 77 Caliber is justice
Even after improvements, the Unscrupulous Cannon is still essentially a gasoline barrel, so it is quite complicated to use.

You need to find a good launching angle, then fill the inside with propellant, and finally put the explosive packages bundled into discs.

By igniting the propellant, the explosive pack is thrown out, causing wide-range casualties on target fortifications and personnel.

At this time, Xinval was commanding his elite team to build artillery positions according to the instruction manual.

This team of twenty people are the most experienced gunners in Hamalabury. Although they are not very old, with an average age of less than twenty, each of them is an old gunner with more than five years of experience.

"Ali, are you afraid?" Sinwal asked as he looked at the busy crowd.

A young man in slippers raised his head, his eyes were clear, and he smiled innocently, saying, "Commander, I'm not afraid. If I can die in Gaza, it's like going home."

"Nonsense, you're still a child, you still have a long way to go in life!"

"Commander, we can't grow up in Gaza." Ali said in a gentle and calm tone.

A single word could decide life and death. If this happened in other places on Blue Star, people would be criticized, but here, everyone nodded in tacit understanding.

When Xinwal heard this, he felt very upset and his nose felt a little sore.

Since when has growing up become a luxury for these children? What have they done wrong? They just want to live.

Although he was the highest military commander of Hamarab, apart from anger, there was only endless powerlessness in his heart.

"Brigade Commander, we will die if we die. If we fight hard, the next generation will have a chance to grow up."

“Allah, the Merciful One, will bless them and us as well,” Ali consoled.

"There is no such thing as a god. We are their gods. If we fall behind, we will be beaten. All we can do is work hard to become stronger."

"Don't worry, whether it's heaven or hell, when I get there, I will still lead you to continue fighting to the end." Sinwal patted Ali on the shoulder and said.

He was the guide for the young Ali to enter Hamarab. To be precise, he was not a guide, but the one who picked up the child and brought him back to Hamarab.

Their entire family was killed in the Hexagram's bombardment. Not only him, but every member of the Hamarab present had relatives who died in the Hexagram's bombardment of the air.

Therefore, Hamarab has been able to persist until now despite this generation gap in weapons, because they have no choice but to persist.

Their conversation was recorded in its entirety by a soldier accompanying the team using a camera.

Although Gasha was trapped, she never gave up on conveying her voice to the outside world.

When the artillery position of the Unscrupulous Cannon was completed, Sinwal looked through the telescope at the front-line command post of the hexagram not far away, and he subconsciously licked his dry lips.

"You see, that is not only their front-line headquarters, but also their artillery position."

"We have the only weapon that can pose a threat to them right now. Ali, you are a natural musket shooter."

"Do you see the radar vehicle ahead? Think of a way to shoot it down with one shot. It would be best if we could hit it with one shot. If you have any requests, feel free to ask."

Ali looked at himself and nodded vigorously.

"Brigade Commander, no problem, but I have a small request."

"What, tell me."

"Can you give me something to eat? I'm hungry." After Ali said this, he smiled embarrassedly.

Sinwal felt sad when he looked at Ali and the young men around him.

It's just some food, which is not too much to ask, but Gaza has been blocked for too long.

From food to drinking water, everything was rationed, and everyone, from him as the brigade commander to ordinary soldiers, received the same treatment.

This time, in order to carry more explosive packs and propellants, they did not bring any supplies. "A quick victory, if you win and make a contribution, I will personally stew meat for you."

Ali and others adjusted the angle according to the instructions and then ignited the propellant.

Accompanied by a loud bang, ten explosive packs were thrown up and flew straight towards the enemy position a thousand meters away.

In the hexagram position, the artillery radar immediately discovered the unscrupulous artillery that was firing.

"Report to the commander, the enemy has responded with 10 heavy artillery shells. The type of shells is unknown and the caliber is over 300 mm."

"We have locked onto the enemy's artillery position, one thousand meters to the east. Do you want to return fire?"

As Kohavi listened to the artillery radar, a row of question marks appeared above his head.

300-meter heavy artillery. When did Hamalabe in the encirclement get such heavy weapons?

Also, for heavy artillery of such a caliber, the firing distance is only one thousand meters. Isn’t this beyond the minimum range?
Before he could come to his senses, loud noises rang out continuously all around him, and even the people in the command room were blown away by the shock waves of the heavy artillery.

If it weren't for the shelter to mitigate the shock wave and the shock-absorbing protection of the bulletproof vest, Kohavi had no doubt that this round of enemy shelling would directly wipe out his headquarters.

He struggled to get up, looking at the messy command center and the adjutant who was also groaning in embarrassment, his mind went blank.

Hamalabur really has 300mm heavy artillery. This is impossible, absolutely impossible!

Even if the other party has it, it is impossible for us not to have received any message at all.

But this level of bombardment can only be caused by large-caliber naval guns. Damn it, what is going on!

The front-line command post of the Hexagram was now in ruins and looked horrible.

In this round of shelling, their death rate exceeded 40%, and the number of casualties was close to 60%.

Xinval looked at the tragic situation on the opposite side through the telescope and couldn't help laughing.

At this moment, he understood again what his instructor often said: caliber means justice.

When he saw the relatively intact artillery radar vehicle, he couldn't help but sigh with regret.

This is the front-line command post of the hexagram and also the artillery position. The artillery radar vehicle must be together with the command center.

Although the enemy was badly bombed, the command center was not destroyed!
"Ali, you missed the target. Think of a way to hit him again!"

While directing his deputy to reload the gun, Ali said, "Commander, it will take at least three minutes to reload this unscrupulous gun. Give us another three minutes!"

"I've got the hang of it. With the next shot, I'm sure to blow up that damn radar vehicle!"

Xinwal nodded, took out the drone that he treasured, and controlled it to fly to the opposite side.

When the small drone flew near the radar vehicle, the radio on the drone began to broadcast messages in all directions.

"Listen, little hexagram Kohawi, I am Sinwal, the commander of the Hamalabar Jihad Brigade!"

"After fighting this war for so long, everyone is exhausted. As commanders, you and I both have unshirkable responsibilities."

"I know you are good at fighting, but I am also proficient in the use of the Middle Eastern scimitar. Yours is just the tip of the iceberg."

"I am proposing that both of us stop shooting, reach a consensus, and have a fair fight."

"How about if you win you quit Gaza, and if I lose I leave Gaza?"

(End of this chapter)