Chapter 1583: Eating fasting buddha

Pang Youcai sat on the pillar of his heavy cannon and sighed. He was the one who hit three artillery shots in 200 meters, and was the squad leader.
As a Chinese who came to Cuba from Africa, Pang Youcai is very different from other compatriots engaged in infrastructure work. He is older and has been in Africa for more than ten years. And his livelihood in Africa is small business and farming.
Africa obviously has very good water, heat and soil resources, but it is frequently famine. Black Africans have no farming tradition at all, which makes a lot of money for buying and selling land in Africa. He even married an African wife who wanted to settle in Africa. The cataclysm destroyed everything.
Pang Youcai joined the army or planted land, but this forced expansion required him to enlist. A little timid, he chose to be an artillery. When he saw that the maximum range of the sixty-six howitzer he could serve was 17 kilometers, he felt that he should be safe.
But actually a ghost!
No one has ever said that a cannon needs a bayonet!
It fired more than two hundred meters away, and had to listen to the sound of bullets hitting the shield of the gun to complete the tasks of loading and aiming. This was too exciting!
Pang Youcai was trembling when he was just bombarded. At the end of the bombardment, he was trembling. His hands, feet and even the muscles of his back were trembling. His body was soaked.
The task was completed, Pang Youcai could not stand up. He was ashamed of his recent performance. The more than one hundred brothers looked at himself, but they did not play well.
The company where Sun Shaoyang is is cleaning the battlefield. The scattered weapons must be recovered and cannot be abandoned. The company commander who was just scolding came over and patted Pang Youcai's shoulder, and left without hesitation.
Occasionally someone passed by and came up and patted the brother's shoulder. Pang Youcai originally thought that he was going to be scolded, but in fact, everyone's pat on the shoulder was more like encouragement. After all, three rounds of artillery shells solved a building, which saved everyone from the hardship of forcing.
"Captain, let's go. The company called us on the radio." The artillery team also had its own company, and the people in the group came up to raise Pang Youcai, and everyone hung the artillery to the truck and went to the next battlefield.
At about three o'clock in the afternoon, the troops of the Legion broke into a small area of ​​Mexico City, took the initiative to cease the war, and consolidated their positions. The wealthy artillery was placed on a street to control the surrounding area, and an excavator also provided them with simple artillery positions.
Outside of the position, sixty-six anti-infantry mines were deployed. This imitation of the US 'broad sword' mine was printed with 'this side facing the enemy'. Two brackets supported the mine body and aimed at the street pointed by the muzzle.
Pang Youcai sat on the gun rack and received the dinner from the cooking class. The aluminum lunch box was actually printed with the word ''.
"When are we using old goods? The age of this thing is almost enough to be my grandpa. It is strange that all the things we use are produced a long time ago in China." An artillery also sat on the gun stand and watched Frowning with the production date printed on the lunch box.
"Some are good. Why do you want so much?" Pang Youcai chewed the luncheon meat in the lunch box, full of starchy flavor. To be honest, what he hated the most was the military cans in the army, which always felt to be pulled out of some long-distance warehouse.
Pang Youcai frowned for lunch, but there was a sound of stomach groaning beside him. Several Mexican laborers were walking by them, and they all stopped when they smelled the scent of meat.
The cook delivering the meal yelled at the Mexican workers, "Go there, eat, you guys."
A few simple Spanish words drove Mexican workers away. Pang Youcai saw that the laborers were unkempt, with thin complexion, but carrying tools such as a shovel, hoe, and cart, obviously doing heavy work.
"We hire these people?" Pang Youcai asked the cook.
"They were hired outside the city. They were chosen because they are more reliable, but they are a bit weaker. People in the city are more or less related to the Diago regime. We ca n’t use it with confidence. Take it away.
Pang Youcai glanced at the past a little bit, and found that the workers ate glutinous rice flour, at most with more oil and water. In addition, the Legion is now much more ambitious than the past. In addition to the flour, it also serves a few slices of bread and a piece of luncheon meat. Food is decent.
Seeing that Mexican workers were eating too much, Pang Youcai was filled with emotion. When he came back and looked at the wide open streets after being repaired by the laborers, he felt that his army was really making full use of its human resources.
After dinner, the workers were asked to leave the position. The Mexicans thought they would no longer hire them, and all the frightened people knelt and begged to refuse to leave until they called for an interpreter to calm them down.
"Think about how miserable we are in Africa, oh ..." Pang Youcai sighed. "Can all the legions pull us today. God bless you!"
"Lao Pang, what are you sighing again?" The howitzer connected with an officer and rushed to Pang Youcai's position.
Lao Pang thought that something had happened to him, but the officer took the instrument to determine the position of the gun. After the gun position was determined, a series of parameters were passed over the radio to adjust the muzzle, followed by the shelling command ‘flare shell, three rapid fires’.
The rumbling artillery sound was issued in the high muzzle. With a wealth of relatively limited artillery knowledge, he was bombarding somewhere four or five kilometers away with a high throw trajectory. And other artillery positions near him seemed to be shelling according to the same order.
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Pang Youcai's artillery team did not turn off the fire under the command of the officer, and occasionally shot sporadically, or dozens of shells were fired. The bombardment lasted all night, and the entire gun position was quickly filled with shells. The artillery shells carried by the artillery were all fired, and the ammunition supply vehicle also made a trip in the middle of the night.
Throughout the night, gunfire rumbling in Mexico City. Pang Youcai not only heard his 152 howitzer bombardment, but also 130 cannon sounds. It was not dawning and the shelling stopped. It was not lost, but it was said that the ammunition shipped to the front was depleted.
A dozen people of Pang Youcai's artillery group were tired all night. They wanted to sleep before dawn but were organized by the company to go to the urban area. It was said to teach indirect shooting techniques on the ground and observe the effects of long-range bombardment.
The gunners who were tired all night were groggy, but after running about three or four kilometers in a jeep, they smelled a strong smell in the air. When they arrived at the first shelling scene, everyone in the class was stunned by a huge flesh killing field.
"This is the first place where you shelled yesterday afternoon. The drone instructed the target and fired it. This group seemed to want to gather and attack our position in the middle of the night, and it was like this." The ministry officer spoke lightly.
But in front of Pang Youcai, there were hundreds of corpses shattered by grenades. All of these bodies had broken heads and broken chests, and their stomachs were broken. All kinds of white, flowery scenes are visually strong, and the strong fishy smell makes people dizzy.
"I did this?" Pang Youcai asked in amazement. Suddenly his legs and feet softened, tears weeping and crying, "I didn't want to kill so many people. God, I was eating fasting Buddha."
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