Chapter 29 Grandiose Words
Every time the group army has a big competition, or exchanges with foreign troops, Cheng Feng is always an outstanding performer. Naturally, after each competition ends, the award-winning Cheng Feng will receive various rewards from the military, and as the commander of the group army, his father will present him with a certificate of honor. Every time this moment arrives, Cheng Feng walks onto the stage to accept the award, his head held high. Of course, when he receives the award and certificate of honor from his father, who is also his commander, he always gives a standard military salute.
In the few years in the army, Chengfeng not only fell in love with the troops but also re-recognized his own father. Because Chengfeng heard officers and soldiers comment on how admirable his father was more than once. Every time they mentioned their old commander, it was with a face full of admiration.
Yes! Chengfeng himself knows that his father, a veteran soldier who has been in the military for decades, can still drive tanks and infantry fighting vehicles with ease today, and can even operate artillery personally. Even if he uses the oldest model of tank, Father can still hit the first shot. This is why everyone trusts Father, an old tanker born from a family of soldiers. In his heart, Father is not only Father but also an excellent veteran warrior, an outstanding general with real combat experience.
"Cheng Feng, listen up! The 8th Company is a heroic company. For decades, not one position has been lost and not one enemy has been unbeaten. You must organize the defense well and resolutely wait for reinforcements to arrive." The commander shouted in the earpiece.
"Commander, I understand, we 8th company will definitely complete the task." Cheng Feng also replied loudly.
"Also, remember, you live well for me. Your mom asked me to tell you to be careful and to come back home alive." Cheng Feng felt that his dad's speech slowed down a bit at this point, and was also choked with sobs. Cheng Feng knew that not only his mom was worried about him, but his dad was also worried, after all, on the battlefield, bullets don't have eyes.
"Cheng Feng received it, I will definitely come back alive." Cheng Feng replied loudly.
"Alright, that's all. If you need anything else, just tell Commander Wang," the General said as he handed the microphone to his aide standing beside him.
"Before we move forward, we need the rear artillery to provide supporting fire. Requesting heavy artillery support from the front command post, targeting the area 500 to 800 meters in front of the second line of defense. Please use the previously transmitted firing data for the strike," Cheng Feng said.
"Message received, message received. 60 seconds later, artillery support will be provided to you. Tell the frontline soldiers to prepare for the strike. If there's still a need, call anytime." The conversation ended with a "beep".
"Old Li, Old Li, large-caliber artillery fire support will arrive immediately, 40 seconds countdown for bombardment." Cheng Feng quickly notified Old Li.
"Received, received, 30 seconds ready," Old Li replied.
He loosened his earpiece and didn't stop for a moment, immediately rushing towards the first row of trenches. He knew that the first row was very dangerous now, and the sudden artillery fire could also hurt his own soldiers. Moreover, the position that had withstood the Indian army's first charge might be breached by the enemy at any time.
As soon as they arrived at the first line of defense, Cheng Feng heard a "whooshing" sound in mid-air. He knew it was the large-caliber artillery of the Group Army's artillery brigade firing. Then, not far away from the front edge of the second line of defense, a white and red glow rose from the sky. The same thing happened 500 meters away from the front edge of the first line of defense, with shells bursting continuously, scattering fragments everywhere, like fireworks lit up during the Spring Festival at home, shining brightly.
Then came the "boom boom boom" of a string of explosions, too many to count, and the sky on the Indian army's position turned red. Although there was a distance of almost 500 meters, Cheng Feng felt that the gusts of wind hitting his face were very painful. The position was also filled with flying dust everywhere, and the air was filled with a bloody smell and a burning smell. This scene, not to mention Cheng Feng, probably no one here had ever seen it before.
The large-caliber cannon fire tore through everything within the killing range, creating a howling shockwave that sent Indian soldiers flying into the air, including those who had already been blown to death by directional mines and were now lifted again, only to disintegrate into numerous fragments scattered everywhere, mixed with blood and soil. The air was filled with the smell of blood and gunpowder.
About ten minutes later, the intense artillery fire from the front suddenly stopped. By then, there were almost no Indian soldiers left, and the tank cluster in front of the second row had turned into a series of huge torches, with flames burning fiercely and crackling loudly. The Indians suffered heavy losses this time.
Before he could even catch his breath, Cheng Feng heard the "whooshing" sound coming from the sky towards his direction. "Not good, it's the Indian army's cannon fire," thought Cheng Feng, immediately opening his mouth to shout loudly.
"The enemy's artillery fire, advance into the artillery cave, avoid the cannon" had just fallen, and the Indian army's artillery fire hit their position. The dense flying large-caliber Indian retaliatory artillery fire was extremely fierce.
A few soldiers who failed to rush into the artillery shelter were instantly caught up by the death god brought by the cannon fire. With the "boom boom boom" explosion, these soldiers fell under the Indian army's artillery fire. Some soldiers were blown into the air by the powerful airflow of the artillery fire. One soldier was cut in half by a shell and his upper body flew to the outside of the position, before he even landed, he was hit again by another exploding shell and turned into a bloody mist. The other half of his body flew to the back of the position.
Another warrior was hit by shrapnel at the entrance of a bunker, and his bulletproof vest was pierced with several small holes. The fragments that penetrated the vest continued to tear through the warrior's body, and he burst into flames like an object doused in gasoline.
The component hiding in the artillery cave felt that the incoming cannon fire was about to capsize the position, the entire position was rumbling and shaking, it was unclear whether it was broken stones or damaged weapon parts, with a loud crash, following the shockwave of the cannon fire flying into the artillery cave, hitting the wind their defensive helmet ringing.
No one dared to sit on the ground, nor did anyone lean against the wall of the bunker, because they knew that under the sudden attack of such large-caliber artillery, you would either be blown to death or shocked to death. As the artillery fire became more and more intense, the people hiding in the bunker were like fish packed in a can, which had a certain space, was thrown upwards from the ground by human force, and was still spinning around, shaking back and forth, left and right, and flying up rapidly.
Then lost acceleration, was attracted by gravity, rapidly flying down to the ground in all directions, and he and his comrades were tossed around in this space, from one end to the other, and this feeling didn't know when it would stop. Just like this, constantly turning over and over, up and down, Lin Yidai's mouth was wide open, also just like himself, although Lin Yidai's mouth was facing him saying something.
But at this moment, Cheng Feng's ears were ringing with a "sizzling" sound, and he couldn't hear any other sounds. His brain seemed to have stopped thinking, and it was completely blank.
