Siheyuan, Shazhu: I have both parents in this life

Chapter 241 Earning Some Extra Money, Hailstorm

Next, relying on the captured maps and scattered information pried out from prisoners, He Yuzhu got a general outline of the layout of the 3rd Division of the Northern Monkeys (the main force of the 79th Army) and its defense zone 20 kilometers in depth.

Then he began to infiltrate the heartland of the northern monkeys. A few days later, He Yuzhu sneaked to the outskirts of a relatively secluded valley surrounded by mountains.

The terrain here closely matches a suspicious marker on the map. The air is faintly filled with the distinctive smell of diesel exhaust and metal maintenance oil. On the distant ridge, there are observation posts with high-powered telescopes covered by camouflage nets—typical features of air defense positions or important military facilities.

Instead of approaching rashly, he chose a higher mountain peak opposite him and used the dense vegetation and rock crevices to establish a concealed observation point.

He used both high-powered binoculars and low-light night vision devices in turn, like the most patient hunter, quietly observing every part of the valley.

During the day, the valley appears calm, and the areas covered by camouflage nets reveal little about the area.

However, He Yuzhu's observations were very detailed: the transport vehicles disappeared after entering a specific area, indicating the presence of a large underground fortification entrance; at certain times, there would be regular, faint reflections under the camouflage net, possibly indicating that the radar antenna was rotating; and occasionally, technicians wearing Soviet-style work clothes would briefly appear in specific locations.

As night falls, the valley's secrets are truly revealed.

After several days of observation, he had basically mapped out the locations of several fixed launch sites, radar stations, and command and control centers.

He didn't act immediately. The area was heavily guarded, with minefields and barbed wire on the outside and patrols and sentries inside. Forcing a breakthrough would be too risky.

His goal is not just destruction, but acquisition!
He needs the complete system, especially the detailed technical data and spare SAM-2s.

A few days later, the opportunity came.

A U.S. RF-4C Phantom reconnaissance aircraft roared overhead, clearly carrying out a routine reconnaissance mission.

The positions in the valley instantly went on high alert, the radar was activated and locked on, and the camouflage nets on the SAM-2 launchers were quickly removed, revealing the menacing launch tubes pointing towards the sky!

The entire position was activated instantly, and all personnel went to their combat posts, intently watching the sky and radar screens.

The US reconnaissance aircraft appeared to sense the danger, making evasive maneuvers at high altitude and releasing chaff. The commander at the SAM site clearly did not want to expose his full strength, or was not confident in shooting down a high-speed, high-altitude target, and ordered the radar to be shut down, and the SAM-2 was re-camouflaged.

Just as his attention was completely drawn to the sky, He Yuzhu made a move!

Taking advantage of the chaos caused by the US reconnaissance planes and the high concentration of the personnel on the ground, he quietly slid down the relatively weak side and rear cliff that he had chosen beforehand.

Below the cliff was a minefield, but he was prepared.

The long-handled mine detector (seized from a US military patrol) was carefully probed on the ground.

Avoiding several obvious pressure-activated mines, he used a hooked rope to gently hook up a thin line above what appeared to be a tripwire mine, securing the other end to a nearby rock, thus creating a safe passage.

He slipped through the thinnest part of the barbed wire, where hydraulic shears silently cut a hole.

He then lay in wait and gave the order until night fell.

How He Yuzhu moved in the shadows, avoiding the areas swept by the searchlights, and precisely bypassing the fixed sentry posts.

A lone technician who was urinating behind a radar vehicle was silently dragged into the shadows, his neck snapped, and he quickly changed into the other man's work clothes and hat.

Although skin color and facial differences were a concern, the darkness and chaos provided him with cover.

He blended into the enemy's position, and no one paid much attention to this "technician" who kept his head down and walked quickly.

His target was the ammunition depot and maintenance bunker behind the firing position. Spare SAM-2 missiles and technical manuals were typically stored there.

Avoiding the patrol team, He Yuzhu quickened his pace.

Not long after he left, he slipped into the entrance of a semi-underground bunker marked with a maintenance symbol.

The interior was quite spacious, with a SAM-2 transport and loading vehicle parked inside, and several huge wooden crates piled up next to it, bearing Russian markings.

There was also a workbench in the corner, with blueprints and technical manuals scattered on it.

"This is it!" He Yuzhu was overjoyed.

He quickly scanned the area to make sure there was no one else inside the bunker.

He rushed to the workbench and swept all the drawings, manuals, and logbooks onto the space.

Next were those wooden crates. With focused mental energy, he instantly collected the entire crate along with the spare SAM-2s inside (which are usually stored in a disassembled state)!

Along with the bulky SAM-2 transport and loading vehicle, it also disappeared.

He wasn't satisfied with that; instead, he looked for other things he could take with him, leaving behind tons of TNT and a timer.

Just as he crept up to a radar vehicle to collect it, a loud shout (in Vietnamese) came from inside the base: "Someone has infiltrated! Someone has infiltrated!"

Then came the urgent sound of whistles.

Without hesitation, He Yuzhu opened the door of the radar vehicle. To the astonishment of the soldiers inside, He Yuzhu's dagger had already precisely pierced the heart of one of them.

Then the soldier was thrown out of the radar vehicle, followed by sounds of fighting inside. In just a few seconds, several bodies were thrown out, He Yuzhu got out of the vehicle, and then the radar vehicle disappeared from the spot.

Then he also took away two BM-21 "Grad" rocket launchers (40-tube 122mm rocket launcher systems with a range of up to 20 kilometers) loaded with rockets and dozens of large ammunition boxes piled up next to them.

He Yuzhu then joined the enemy's search team, and after taking down several monkeys, he approached the base's gate.

Then he killed the monkey guarding the gate, left the base, released a jeep, stepped on the gas, and sped away.

Behind him, a series of explosions occurred, the shockwaves causing his car to accelerate even further.

It wasn't that no one chased after them, but He Yuzhu's Jeep was extremely modified, and the GAZ-69 couldn't catch up at all.

On the way, He Yuzhu's smile never stopped. He had obtained a complete set of key components and technical data for the SAM-2 system!

After driving to the edge of a forest, He Yuzhu turned off the engine, got out of the car, parked it, and disappeared into the vast forest.

A few days later, He Yuzhu appeared at a monkey airport.

After observing the area, he found that there were quite a few aircraft parked there, including several MiG series fighter jets, MiG helicopters (Mi-4 or Mi-8), and even Il-28 light bombers.

This time, He Yuzhu's infiltration was more cautious.

He spent several days establishing observation posts on the high ground surrounding the airport, meticulously recording guard shift changes, patrol routes, searchlight sweep patterns, barbed wire and minefield layouts, and even observing the ground crew maintaining the fighter jets.

He identified the targets: several MiG-21 fighters (he looked down on the MiG-17), several Mi-8 transport helicopters (the main transport helicopters at the time), and even two heavily guarded, larger Il-28 bombers!
The airport was more heavily fortified than the SAM base, with anti-aircraft machine gun positions and T-54s deployed around the perimeter, making a direct assault impossible.

He Yuzhu's plan needed a stronger "tailwind," and he once again utilized the power of the US military.

He chose a time before dawn when the sky was overcast and visibility was low.

Quietly approaching a pre-selected location on the outskirts of the airport, from which the runway and apron were clearly visible.

He took out the captured US AN/PRC-77 radio and tuned it to a US frontline air traffic control frequency that he had overheard.

They began calling out in English, mimicking the codenames they had overheard:
"Falcon calling Vulture, Falcon calling Vulture, urgent air support request! Urgent air support request!"

"Received, Falcon, please report the target's coordinates and nature," came the response from the US Air Force Air Controller (FAC) over the radio.

"Coordinates: X-Ray, Foxtrot, Niner, Niner, Five, Zero (Report precise airport coordinates). Large enemy airfield confirmed. Repeat, large enemy airfield! Multiple MiG fighters, helicopters, and suspected bombers detected! High-value target! Request immediate tactical air strike! Prioritize destroying the tarmac and fuel depots! Over!"

"Falcon, coordinates confirmed, target confirmed. Maintain concealment. The Bald Eagle formation is en route, estimated arrival time is ten minutes. Repeat, maintain concealment!"

He Yuzhu ended the call, quickly put away the radio, and moved to a safer hiding place.

He stared coldly at the airport below.

Less than ten minutes later, a familiar, heart-pounding roar came from the sky! It wasn't a B-52, but four A-4 Skyhawk attack aircraft carrying ground attack munitions, escorted by F-4 Phantom fighters, heading straight for the airfield!
The piercing air raid siren blared instantly! The airport erupted into chaos!

The anti-aircraft machine guns opened fire wildly, and tracer bullets crisscrossed in the air, forming a fire net.

The SAM-2 positions (if any are nearby) will also be fully operational for interception.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Bombs, rockets, and machine gun shells rained down on the airport like hail!

Flames shot into the sky from the tarmac! A MiG-17 was directly hit and exploded into a fireball! A huge mushroom cloud rose from the direction of the fuel depot! The shockwave from the explosion swept across the entire airport!
The guards' attention was completely focused on countering the air raids; all searchlights were pointed at the sky, and ground patrols either rushed to anti-aircraft positions or sought cover from the explosions.

Chaos is He Yuzhu's best cover!

He burst from his hiding place and, taking advantage of the brief blinding effect caused by the explosion and the flash, sped toward the relatively intact hangar area behind the tarmac—where two Il-28s, two MiG-21s, and several Mi-8 helicopters were parked.

Several panicked guards at the hangar entrance were shot dead by He Yuzhu before they could react.

He stormed into the hangar, and several maintenance workers who tried to stop him were also killed by him.

After He Yuzhu had run around the hangar, the hangar suddenly became empty! Only some repair tools and scattered parts remained.

"There are enemies in the hangar!" came shouts from outside, indicating that someone had discovered the body at the entrance.

He Yuzhu rushed out of the hangar carrying a plate of braised chicken.

"Da da da, da da da," He Yuzhu rushed toward the planned retreat route.

That's the airport drainage ditch!
Bullets whistled behind him, pursuers were upon him, and He Yuzhu turned around and emptied a magazine.

Then he threw down several smoke grenades, and under the cover of smoke, he leaped into the drainage ditch and crawled quickly forward in the murky, foul-smelling mud, not forgetting to throw down a few M67 anti-personnel mines behind him.

With a series of short explosions behind him, He Yuzhu disappeared into the jungle surrounding the airport.

The sounds of explosions continued at the airport, and the US airstrikes persisted.

He Yuzhu found a place in the jungle to change out of his dirty and smelly Northern Monkey Army uniform, and then took a shower.

He changed into a relatively clean set of civilian clothes—loose black clothes and a straw hat—and smeared some mud and ash on them, instantly transforming into a monkey farmer fleeing a disaster.

The series of heavy losses enraged the Northern Monkey King's headquarters.

The report that followed was even more ridiculous.

"A well-equipped, unspecified 'elite sabotage squad' has been operating stealthily in our heartland, taking down key strongholds one after another, and even 'suspected' of attracting US airstrikes that destroyed our own air defense positions and airfields!" This was an utter disgrace, and the command immediately issued a kill order.

The pursuit intensified to an unprecedented degree, with elite special forces, militia members familiar with the terrain, and even military dogs being deployed, forming a tighter and tighter net behind He Yuzhu.

With his exceptional combat skills, the alertness honed on the battlefield, and an inexhaustible supply of weapons and ammunition, He Yuzhu repeatedly escaped his pursuers with narrow escapes, though he sustained minor injuries—a piece of flesh was bitten off his left arm by a stray bullet.

Another wave of pursuers arrived, and He Yuzhu knew that he had to break out of the encirclement as soon as possible. Entering the relatively chaotic and less controlled South Vietnamese territory was the best option at present.

After running and fighting all day, a river appeared before us.

He Yuzhu took a deep breath, jumped into the river, submerged underwater, and quickly disappeared into the dense reeds on the riverbank.

The sounds of frantic barking dogs and angry curses from monkeys came from behind, but no one dared to cross the river, because the other side was someone else's territory.

The atmosphere in Nanhou was completely different, which was He Yuzhu's impression after walking around for several days.

Although the shadow of war still loomed over it, it lacked the strict militarized management and ever-present vigilance of the north.

On the road, you can see US military jeeps, South Vietnamese government trucks, and even occasionally vehicles with Red Cross symbols driving by.

The village appeared dilapidated, and the villagers' eyes were numb and wary.

He Yuzhu lowered his straw hat and moved slowly along the path between the fields, his back hunched, mimicking the posture of the locals burdened by the weight of life.

His goal was clear: Saigon (Ho Chi Minh City).

That place was the heart of South Vietnam, a hub of intelligence, and a place where various forces were deeply entrenched.

He always wanted to go "visit" to see if there was any benefit he could gain.

A few days later, on the outskirts of Saigon, at a US military logistics transit station.

He Yuzhu lay in ambush in the grass outside the barbed wire fence, observing the brightly lit and heavily guarded base.

Huge searchlights swept back and forth, M60 machine guns were mounted on sandbag fortifications, patrolling soldiers led wolfhounds, and trucks came and went, unloading mountains of supplies: boxes of canned goods, ammunition, brand-new M16 rifles, and even several M113 armored vehicles that had just been unloaded.

"Ha, really rich." He Yuzhu sneered, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

The space is large, but who would complain about having too many supplies? Especially these brand-new equipment.

He waited patiently; two in the morning is the time when people are most tired and least alert.

The patterns of the searchlights, the intervals between patrols... all this information was rapidly calculated and integrated in his mind.

Action! He crawled quickly along the ground to the barbed wire fence.

A hydraulic shear silently cut through several wires, creating a gap just wide enough for one person to squeeze through.

He slipped in like a cat and quickly rolled under a truck that had just been unloaded and whose doors were not yet closed.

The car chassis became his temporary shelter.

He held his breath, watching pairs of muddy American military boots walk by, listening to the soldiers' boring conversations about the weather, food, and leave.

Only after the patrol team had gone far away did he slide out from under the vehicle and quickly dart towards the open-air warehouse area where the supplies were most densely packed.

Soon after, piles of neatly stacked wooden crates, supplies covered with tarpaulins, and even a jeep parked in a corner with its hood open as if it were being repaired all disappeared!

He took tons of C-rations, brand-new M16 rifles and ammunition, medical kits, spare tires, generator parts, and even the jeep.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" A drunken shout suddenly came from the side.

A slightly tipsy U.S. Army logistics soldier, probably out to relieve himself, vaguely saw a dark figure flash by in the warehouse area.

He Yuzhu suddenly turned around and threw a military dagger at the soldier.

"puff!"

With a soft thud, the drunken American soldier jolted, clutched his neck, and collapsed to the ground, unable to utter a sound.

Then He Yuzhu began his preparations: gasoline, explosives, and shells.

A few kilometers after he left the transit station, a violent explosion came from behind him, and flames shot up dozens of meters high.

Turning his head to look at the towering flames and continuous explosions of the US military logistics base in the distance, He Yuzhu's face showed little expression.

This was just a side job; his real target was the more valuable and strategically important "hard stuff."

A few days later, He Yuzhu appeared on the outskirts of the Da Nang Air Force Base.

This is the Bald Eagle's most important air and sea base in central Vietnam, far exceeding the size of those logistics transit stations in Saigon.

巨大的跑道如同灰白色的巨蟒延伸向大海，停机坪上排列着密密麻麻的战机：F-4“鬼怪”、F-100“超级佩刀”、A-4“天鹰”、A-6“入侵者”，以及体型庞大的C-130“大力神”运输机。机库区域，更可以看到UH-1“休伊”和CH-47“支奴干”直升机忙碌的身影。

Further away are heavily guarded ammunition depots and fuel depots.

The base was surrounded by layers of barbed wire, minefields, sandbag fortifications, and watchtowers. The beams of searchlights swept back and forth in the night sky like the arms of a giant, and patrolling Humvees and soldiers with military dogs came and went in an endless stream.

"This is a real deal." He Yuzhu's eyes gleamed with excitement.

He lay in ambush behind a hill covered with shrubs, using a high-powered telescope and a low-light night vision device to memorize the base's layout, sentry positions, patrol routes, searchlight patterns, and even the activity habits of the ground crew.

His observations focused on several areas:
1. On a tarmac partially covered by camouflage netting, several OV-10 Mustang light attack/observation aircraft and A-1 Skyraider attack aircraft were parked. However, He Yuzhu was more concerned about several inconspicuous hardened hangars nearby. Based on his observation of vehicles and personnel entering and exiting, he deduced that AGM-12 Bulldog radio-command air-to-ground missiles and their launch control equipment were stored there. This was a crucial ground-attack weapon for the Bald Eagle fighter jet.

2. Helipads are another key area. A large number of UH-1 Huey utility helicopters serve as "taxi" and "gunships" on the battlefield, while several brand-new AH-1G Cobra attack helicopters exude a deadly aura, their rocket pods and cannons a nightmare for low-altitude jungle warfare.

3. Near the edge of the base, there was a heavily guarded, isolated warehouse area patrolled by specialized armored vehicles. He Yuzhu had seen transport vehicles entering and leaving several times; the size and shape of the long, narrow wooden crates they unloaded perfectly matched the characteristics of the BGM-71 TOW anti-tank missile system. This wire-guided missile is a powerful tool for ground forces to deal with armored targets.

4. The command tower and communications center are the core brain of the base, with towering towers and communications centers surrounded by antennas. Obtaining the communication codebooks or command system data from within would be of immeasurable value.

"Tsk tsk, this setup is tough enough, we might not be able to crack it, let's give it a try!" He Yuzhu clicked his tongue, wanting too much and facing a powerful enemy.

This place is different from the previous ones; ordinary attacks are useless here. He needs to create massive chaos, a chaos that can instantly attract the attention of all the guards and paralyze the base's reaction capabilities.

His gaze fell on the ammunition depot and oil tank area in the distance.

The enormous oil storage tanks gleamed with a cold metallic sheen under the moonlight.

The mountain of ammunition boxes was covered with tarpaulin.

“Let’s start here.” He checked the things in the space, and then a bold and crazy plan took shape in his mind.

He retreated silently, away from the patrol routes around the base, and ventured deep into a dense jungle that could conceal everything, where he found a clearing.

After confirming that it was safe around him, he took a deep breath and focused his mind into the space.

In an instant, the two BM-21 "Hail" 40-tube 122mm rocket launcher vehicles, which had just been "borrowed" from the Beihouzi Air Defense Base not long ago, along with several boxes of spare rockets piled up next to them, appeared in the clearing in the woods.

The massive steel body exuded a chilling killing intent, and the multi-barrel launcher looked ferocious and terrifying in the dim light.

He Yuzhu quickly climbed into the driver's seat and started the engine.

The deep, powerful roar sounded particularly jarring in the silent forest, but he didn't care.

Time is everything. He skillfully maneuvered the steel behemoth, adjusting the launch angle—not aiming at the aircraft at the base's core, but precisely at the massive oil storage tanks and open-air ammunition storage area!
"Come on, I'll give you a grand fireworks show." He Yuzhu's lips curled into a smile.

He set up a simple launch delay device, with a slowly burning fuse connected to the launch button.

After making sure the angle was correct, he jumped out of the car and started the engine.

After lighting the fire, he hid behind a solid rock.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh"

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh"

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh"

A piercing shriek tore through the tranquil night sky of Da Nang!

With almost no interval, two waves of 80 122mm high-explosive rockets, trailing long orange-red flames, rose into the air from the edge of the jungle in the northeast, drawing deadly parabolas and crashing into the target area like a vengeful rain of fire!

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom, BOM!"

When the rocket struck the massive oil storage tank, flames shot skyward!

A massive fireball, tens of meters in diameter, billowed into the sky amidst thick smoke, instantly illuminating the night sky as if it were daytime!
The scorching heatwave spread wildly in a ring shape in all directions, blowing away or even melting any simple buildings it passed through!
Then the open-air stockpiled ammunition was detonated!
"Boom boom boom!"

"Whoosh, bang!"

"Crackling"

Shells, rockets, and bullets of various calibers were detonated by the high temperature and shock wave, blasting out countless brilliant and deadly fragments of fire that then swept indiscriminately around them!
The southeast corner of the entire base was instantly transformed into a living hell!
The towering flames reached hundreds of meters high, and the billowing smoke obscured the starlight and moonlight.

The shockwave from the explosion made He Yuzhu, who was several kilometers away, feel the ground beneath his feet tremble.

The piercing, continuous explosions drowned out all the alarms at the base.

The base's defenses were instantly stunned by this devastating attack.

Searchlights swept frantically toward the direction from which the rockets were coming. Most of the guards were drawn to the massive fireball that was engulfing everything and the continuous explosions, or instinctively sought cover to avoid the shockwaves and deadly shrapnel.

The base's high command went from initial shock to deep confusion. They couldn't understand how the Northern Monkeys had managed to transport such a powerful weapon. Could there be a traitor among them?

The outer barbed wire was twisted and deformed by the impact of the explosion, and the soldiers on the watchtower were shaken and knocked over.

Our instigator is still reeling from the rocket launches, because all he can see through the jungle are the flashes of light on the horizon.

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