Take Off My Aviation Era

More than 20 kilometers southeast of Gilmu Village, in the frontline headquarters of the New Delhi Border Guard, the advice from Jawali was transmitted verbatim from the radio of the communications office, and the commander's brows here became deeper and deeper. , And then leaned down and looked at the map in front of him, but did not immediately issue an order to shell Gilmu.

At this moment, an officer hurried in, holding a leaflet in his hand and handing it to the commander: "Sir, look at this!"

When the commander received his hand and glanced at it, his frowning brows immediately turned into a lump.

Then he walked back and forth in the headquarters twice with his hands back, and finally stopped in front of the map, exhaling a long breath, and asked the officer behind: "How is the artillery unit prepared?"

"The 12 Soviet D-30 122mm howitzers, 6 Soviet m46 130mm cannons, and 4 new fh77 155mm howitzers that have just been strengthened from the Delhi area have been deployed properly. As long as the general gives an order, they will definitely Let a sea of ​​fire on the other side."

The New Delhi officer raised his head and his chest was very confident. As a major general, the commander could not help but nodded secretly. Although he only had these 22 artillery pieces in his hand, all of them were heavy guns over 100mm. .

Among them, only six m46 130mm cannons were produced in the 1960s, and the remaining two were new artillery that entered service in the 1970s and 1980s.

In particular, the Swedish fh77 155mm howitzer equipped in the mid-1980s has reached the world's advanced level, and belongs to the current killer of the New Delhi Army.

Pulling up the Kashmir Plateau this time was also to deter Pakistan, but I didn't expect a Gilmu earthquake to make the situation change so quickly that it came in handy.

In comparison, Pakistan’s artillery force along the border is much shabby, with only 12 American m119 105mm artillery and 6 American M 155mm artillery.

In addition to being inferior to the New Delhi Border Guard in terms of quantity, more importantly, it is not good in terms of quality. Pakistan’s 12 US-made m119 105mm guns have a maximum range of less than 18 kilometers, while the Soviet-made D-30 122mm howitzer of the New Delhi Border Guard. The use of Soviet-made rocket extended-range projectiles can cover targets 21 kilometers away.

Therefore, only six American-made M-type 155mm guns can pose a threat to the New Delhi border guards.

6 doors vs 22 doors!

Even elementary school students can understand the strength gap between double serve.

Since the text is not good, then come to Wu, in short, this time we must remove the forward supply point of Pakistan in Gilmu.

After such a measurement, the commander finally stretched his brows and ordered in a deep voice: "Connect the Javari detachment with the artillery unit, order the artillery unit to carry out shelling on Gilmu according to the coordinates provided by the Javari detachment."

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"Target, 125, 851, wind speed 3, double salvo!"

Not long after the New Delhi Border Force commander made up his mind, Jawali determined the shooting parameters according to the actual observations marked on the map and transmitted them to the artillery troops in the rear by radio. Then Jawali put down the radio in his hand. He grinned at Godopai next to him: "Young man, is it the first time to withstand the test of war?"

Godopai also didn't expect that the original task of assisting the evacuation of Pakistani refugees would turn into an exchange of fire so quickly. He said that it was false if he was not nervous, so he nodded with a tight face.

When Jawali saw this, he smiled more brilliantly: "Don't worry, the sacred cow will bless you. All you have to do now is to take the camera and aim at the grassy field full of planes to witness the spectacle of fire and rain... Oh~~~coming~~"

As Javari said, he heard a harsh whistling from his headache, and immediately knew that the shell had come, and after a prompt, he picked up the binoculars. How could this fireworks feast dominated by him be missing him? Audience?

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Compared to Jawali’s calmness, Zarif, who also heard the whistling sound, was shocked. The moment before, he listened to Yan Yue with Maxim’s rumbling and said that he regretted that he hadn’t placed an order to buy luck—15plus. For a moment, a forward pounce, involuntarily speaking, threw Maxim under him.

I almost stopped Maxim, but before Maxim was mad, there was an earth-shattering explosion in my ears.

Immediately out of the corner of Maxim's eyes, he saw a sea of ​​flames set off at the foot of the mountain below Gilmu Village, and his entire face was instantly scared.

Also indifferent were the villagers of Gilmu village who prayed with the imam in the flying monastery.

This kind of explosion sound is too familiar to people who have lived on the border for a long time. If they have not been bombed several times throughout the year, they are embarrassed to say that they are aboriginals of Kashmir.

It is precisely because of this that these villagers are very worried about whether they are safe here. After all, the goal of the flying monastery composed of three Yun-15plus is too big, in case a certain shell does not have eyes falling...

So many villagers were a little eager to move, especially the active village chief. However, before they could do anything, they heard the imam at the forefront suddenly say: "The god-given temple is for perseverance, perseverance, and persistence. Those who are prepared by the believers, those who don’t have can leave immediately, and some people will be safe even if they are added with a sword. This is the blessing of the gods."

Speaking, the imam stretched out his hand to remove the gauze from the blindfold, and then slowly opened his eyes. The eyes that hadn't seen the light for a long time suddenly became a little uncomfortable, but the imam slowly opened his eyes, and then slightly pressed the black head from below. After a glance, he finally stopped on an old man and said with a smile: "Old Barnier, your body is still so tough."

The old man named Barnier shook his body when he heard the words, and then asked inconceivably: "Immun, can your eyes see it?"

The Imam smiled slightly and raised his hands above his head: "Thank God, he let me come here and let me see the light again!"

As soon as these words came out, the villagers of Gilmu Village immediately showed enthusiasm. The imam's eyes, which had been blind for many years, healed after entering this flying monastery for a long time. What does this mean? The devout villagers could not think, nor dared to think, they could only silently recite the scriptures. As for the rumbling explosion outside, it was immediately suppressed by the louder and louder scripture chanting.

However, all this is invisible to Jawali, two or three kilometers away~www.wuxiaspot.com~ At this moment, he is immersed in the excitement of Gilmu being swallowed by the sea of ​​fire. As for Godopai beside him, he also follows Jawa Li's request kept pressing the shutter at Gilmu, who was blazing into the sky, but while shooting, Godopai couldn't help freezing his hand, and then put down the camera in surprise, looking at Jawali in disbelief.

Jawali also looked like a ghost, and saw that the village of Gilmu where the gunpowder dissipated, not to mention hurt, even a leaf was intact. As for the flying monastery composed of three planes, it was even more divine. I listened well on the grass field, without even rubbing any fur.

"how can that be!"

Javari yelled, and immediately picked up the radio and yelled at the artillery: "It's missed, bastard, you all missed it~~~"

"You bastard, in order to provide you with fire support, our artillery position has been exposed, my sacred cow, how can it be so accurate? They use missiles, they must be missiles...Boom~~~"

Before he finished speaking, he was stunned by the artillery commander, but before he could reply, he listened to a horrified cry from the radio, followed by a loud explosion. In the silence...