Now Satan is engaged in a battle of artillery. If you have any questions, just call Rebrov, and then the cannon will be directly bombarded. Satan doesn't need to do anything at all.

If there is anything, the artillery will do for you, and Satan's team will naturally have nothing to do, so they are bored and feel that life is boring.

Fighting is a high-risk job. If you are bored, you will be a little bored. No one will complain. Gao Yang spent a lot of money and a lot of effort to pull up an artillery. If you complain about you because these artillery are so effective, you will be ungrateful.

Gao Yang naturally played an important role in Rebrov and was very proud. As for Rebrov, he was of course even more proud.

Whoever wants to make himself a key figure and a core force that determines the direction of the battle, Rebrov is very satisfied with the role he plays and the importance of his role.

"Destroy one self-propelled artillery and two ammunition-supply vehicles."

Rebrov proudly told his deputy and the two calculators what he had just won.

"It's not bad, it's time to order the brothers to move their positions."

The person who spoke was Rebrov's deputy, named Roshkov. He was once a lieutenant in the artillery unit of the Ukrainian government army. Later, he was captured by Satan and was captured by angels. He did not want to continue to be a prisoner in Dongwu, nor did he want to return to the army of the Xiwu government army. So in order to make a lot of money, he left Ukraine to serve Satan.

Roshkov was thirty-one years old and a very stable officer. Although he had commanded artillery in Ukraine for many years, with a higher rank than Rebrov and richer experience than Rebrov, he still tried his best to be a deputy to Rebrov. There was no way, who made him not a top student who graduated from the Sumei Advanced Artillery Academy? The most important thing is who made him less trustworthy than Rebrov.

The artillery, code-named Sheep, has never been subjected to an air strike or a targeted artillery attack, but the artillery still strictly abides by the greatest advantage and rules of the self-propelled artillery force, that is, they will leave after firing the artillery.

Now this artillery is difficult to get by, unlike decades ago. With the existence of a gun-firing radar, it can be located by the radar after firing a gun for a few seconds. If you don’t run within three minutes, you will definitely be shot. In Ukraine, Roshkov dared not launch a five-minute shelling at all. If you can shoot a few shots in two minutes, it is definitely correct to run quickly after firing.

Here, if Rebrov and Roshkov were not willing to be too relaxed and unwilling to break the main rules of artillery, they would have no need to order the transfer of positions.

Roshkov gave the advice. Although Rebrov felt it was troublesome, he made the same decision himself. If he fired the cannon, he should run away.

But when Rebrov was about to order the troops to move their positions, Liang Dong's voice came from his walkie-talkie.

"Wild duck, do you have a transfer position? I'll arrive soon. The main dish at noon today was bean curd soup. Didn't you strongly ask for bean curd soup? I'll try it as you say. Will you taste it later?"

"Ah, mouse, my brother, thank you so much. We didn't transfer the position. You really gave me a big surprise."

After talking from the intercom, Rebrov said excitedly: "The mouse made us red vegetable soup, haha!"

Roshkov was also very happy. It would be fine if he was so hot in this ghost place. The key is that the food was really not easy to eat, and the power of habits was very strong. Now the biggest wish of the artillery team mainly composed of Ukrainians is to drink a bite of red vegetable soup.

Roshkov said with some concern: "The rat should deliver food soon. Are we still moving our positions?"

Rebrov waved his hand and said, "We want to move to the nearest backup position, which is five kilometers away. The road here is difficult to walk. Please clean up the transfer and arrange it. It will take at least an hour. I just added that there is no transfer position because I don't plan to transfer the position."

What Roshkov was worried about was that after the position was transferred, it would be cold, and it would be bad if it was not cold. He was not worried about being hit by air or shelling. After all, they had not encountered any attacks for such a long time.

"Okay, then okay, we won't transfer, it's okay anyway."

Rebrov was very happy, everyone was very happy. After waiting for less than ten minutes, the walkie-talkie rang again.

"Wild duck, prepare to welcome my arrival!"

Rebrov laughed, stood up and left the command center and shouted loudly: "Here you come."

Rebrov's command was built in a small valley, where there were two large stones, which were mounted on the stone by a black sunscreen net, and a wooden board-ordered table, with maps and calculator-like objects on it, which became his command post.

As for self-propelled artillery, it is very important to use self-propelled artillery in the mountains on a flat ground about 400 meters away from the command post.

The command post had no door, and Rebrov stood outside the stone and could see a pickup truck turning from the foot of the mountain.

The sky is blue, the sun is bright, the mountains are black, the stones are hot, and the air is filled with the smell of something burning.

Rebrov looked up at the sky, looked at the artillery position, and looked at the mountains in the distance. Everything was very monotonous. It seemed that there was no color except the blue sky. It was all black. But Rebrov still liked it, he just liked it.

After looking at Liang Dong's cart to deliver food, Rebrov waved his hand at Roshkov and smiled and said, "Tell the brothers, let me shake it out. Don't fight anymore. It's time to eat. After eating, transfer the position."

Rebrov looked at his artillery position and he was in a good mood. Then he saw a small white parachute suddenly appearing over the self-propelled artillery, and then the small parachute turned into a gray cloud.

Balls of gray clouds suddenly appeared above the cannon, and then flashed, turning into round clouds. Then, Rebrov heard continuous and dense explosions. The explosion was not strong, but the overly dense explosion sounded at the same time, making him feel as if he had lost his hearing for a moment.

Under the sun, it rained and fell on the dusty ground, with stones and sand splashing everywhere.

Under the sky is steel rain.

Gray smoke, black smoke, one after another, one self-propelled cannon began to catch fire and exploded. Rebrov saw a soldier who had just poked his body out of the turret disappearing in front of him, turning into a red rain fog.

The sound was lost between heaven and earth, and only rich colors were left behind to reflect in Rebrov's eyes.

Rebrov only felt his knees weak, and then he fell to the stone-filled ground, but his knees could not feel the pain at all, only his heart was painful.

In just a short time, the rain stopped and the clouds disappeared. Rebrov finally roared out with all his strength.
Chapter completed!