Add Bookmark | Recommend this book | Back to the book page | My bookshelf | Mobile Reading

Free Web Novel,Novel online - All in oicq.net -> Historic -> Luo Er s War

Text Chapter 541: Well done, brother (Part 2)

Previous page        Return to Catalog        Next page

    Calculated by time and distance, the transport plane was already above the destination, maybe even over it. Zhang Zhuowen, who was sweating profusely in the cockpit, stood behind the driver's seat and stretched his neck, unable to see anything.  The terrain below is unclear.

    "Buzz," at this time, the pilot also turned the rudder steadily and began to fly the aircraft in a wide range of circles above the clouds, trying to lower the altitude.

    In the gaps between the clouds that flashed below the plane, there were steep mountains that flashed from time to time. Not to mention Zhang Zhuowen and the others, even the pilots with good skills would not dare to put down the speed reduction wings rashly, otherwise they would fall if they encountered strong convection in the mountainous area.  The probability is not generally high.

    In fact, according to the altitude below, the flight altitude of the aircraft is already in a dangerous situation. The Everest mountains on both sides, which are deep among the clouds, are facing two cold guillotines, indifferently waiting for the mistakes of outsiders.

    "Bang," the small door leading to the rear cabin opened. Luo Er pressed his hands on both sides of the small door, stretched his head and looked at the cockpit, "Zhang Zhuowen, what is going on? There is too much fuel to use up?"

    As soon as the transport plane started to hover above the clouds, Luo Er woke up from his dazed sleep, climbed up the porthole and looked at it for a while, then hurriedly stepped forward and opened the small door.

    "Sir, there are no ground beacons below. The plane cannot lower its altitude in the mountains and rivers. If it hits a high mountain, it will be all over." Zhang Zhuowen helplessly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and shrugged at the commander, "Otherwise  , just return home,"

    It has to be said that Zhang Zhuowen's seemingly fragile suggestion won the favor of everyone in the cockpit.  Everyone secretly nodded in agreement; acting recklessly was not the strong point of these technical soldiers, but his words made Luo Er's face darken.

    According to the intelligence, although there will be no fighter planes to expel it today, the flashing warning lights and frequent alarm bells have already indicated that the ground radar station below has already targeted the aircraft and missiles.  I wonder if the mainland military has transported that thing to the plateau.

    Although there is support from the United States on Taiwan Island.  No matter how powerful or fast the reconnaissance aircraft is.  It was also shot down by the mainland at random intervals. This slow transport plane was worse than a sheep against missiles, so it had to be able to land even if it surrendered.

    "Yeah. Captain Owen. How much can the plane lower its height?" Luo Er frowned.  He asked loudly that his family knew his own affairs, and the plane was secondary.  He didn't want to see personnel losses. Except for the navigator, they were all his soldiers, and he wouldn't do it if one of them was missing for no reason.

    "Commander, the radar on board shows that you can descend another thousand meters, but you can only hold on for ten minutes before you have to raise it to a safe altitude. The terrain below is very dangerous." Lieutenant Owen, who was piloting the aircraft, stared at the instrument panel closely.  He said hesitantly.

    "Okay then," Luo Er thought about the parachute in the back cabin, hesitated again and again, and rejected the idea of ??jumping off. Not to mention whether the parachute could land safely, even the border guards would have difficulty getting away, let alone going back.  It's time.

    On the ground, the cavalry stopped at the bottom of a mountain ridge. Zheng Jun, with more than a dozen officers and soldiers transporting supplies, had rushed to the highest point of the mountain ridge with weapons, vigilantly monitoring the clouds above their heads.

    As a combat staff officer, Zheng Jun knew very well that no fighter planes in the army could reach this border area. Needless to say, the rumbling roar overhead was not our own aircraft at all.

    So, the only explanation is that the Indian army on the opposite side flew here boldly, and maybe another country needed to pass through India; but no matter what, the sound of the plane above his head was enough to make his face look ferocious.

    "Commander Zheng, what should we do? Should we leave?" A platoon leader from the transport team accompanied Zheng Jun on the mountain ridge for a while while blowing the cold wind. He still couldn't see the movement in the clouds and couldn't help but speak.  asked.

    After all, the snow was getting heavier. The platoon leader, who was born in the army, was still thinking about the outpost ahead and did not realize the seriousness of the matter.

    "Let's go? What the hell, didn't you see that the enemy is already above your head?" Zheng Jun cursed viciously, "Damn it, I don't believe it. How long can it hang around up there?"

    "Open the battle formation and monitor the sky closely," following Zheng Jun's order, the officers and soldiers wearing fur coats took off their thick two-finger cotton gloves, held cold weapons, and pulled out a line on the mountain ridge.  Skirmisher line.

    At the foot of the mountain, the guide and the few soldiers who stayed behind quickly gathered the horse team and yaks together, waiting for the return of their comrades.

    "Woo," deep in the clouds, a gray-green military transport plane couldn't bear the anxiety of being in the clouds. It started to lower its altitude at full speed. It flashed over the mountain ridge in the heavy snow, and the whistling air flow let it go.  Zheng Jun gritted his teeth and clicked on the pistol safety.

    The transport plane is taking care of summer in the distanceAbove the stream outside Mu Xiao Village, the rear hatch of the aircraft quietly opened, and the bright lights in the cabin were immediately turned off, and a vague figure appeared in the eyes of many officers and soldiers.

    On both sides of the tail of the plane, two scarlet lights flashed rapidly. The figure firmly nailed to the cabin door waved his hands, and a large pile of white striped objects like raindrops fell from the sky, crackling straight into the creek.  Smashed it down.

    The plane flew slowly north along the creek, and the bags of bulging military rations that kept pouring down fell dullly on the frozen creek. Not only did it crack the ice layer more than a foot deep, but also a large amount of crystal clear ice.  The plump rice also burst out of the grain bag like broken rain.

    Holding the telescope in his hand, Zheng Jun's eyes were fixed on the bright splashing rice. For a moment, his mind turned into a mess. Less than 800 meters away, he didn't think he could see that large amount of rice.  Can see hallucinations.

    "That, what is that?" Panting for a long time, Zheng Jun wiped his eyes hard and looked carefully in the direction of the stream again, completely ignoring the plane that had begun to turn around in the distance.

    "It seems, it looks like rice," the platoon leader beside him whispered uncertainly, but the trembling telescope in his hand betrayed his ecstatic heartbeat.

    "Biological and chemical weapons? Bacteriological warfare?" Zheng Jun, who always prepared for the worst when it came to the enemy, looked through the telescope at the rations that were falling all the way.  He was deeply suspicious, but subconsciously, he still felt something was wrong.

    "Commander Zheng, there must be too many things dropped by this plane. Look, it has flown back again and is still going down," the platoon leader yelled.  It suddenly came to Zheng Jun's mind.  A flash of realization flashed across his face, and an excitement appeared inexplicably on his sculptured, stiff face.

    "Could it be him? Is it him?" The telescope in his hand fell from his hand.  Zheng Jun broke into the commanding heights from behind the rocks.  "Platoon Commander Lu, immediately arrange for people to go to Xiaoxi to investigate."

    Facing the plane, a huge fuselage roared past. Zheng Jun, whose cotton hat was blown off by the airflow, looked at the plane helplessly, but could not easily raise his arms. He knew the consequences behind this gentle movement.

    After the plane crossed the mountain ridge, it slowly raised its nose. Under the puzzled gaze of everyone, it increased its power and rushed upward. Zheng Jun could not see anything in the closed rear tail hatch.

    In less than twenty minutes, the unmarked plane disappeared. On the mountain ridge, Zheng Jun took the heavy rice from the hands of the excited soldiers, and tears as big as beans fell from his eyes.

    Besides him, who else could take the risk of a plane crash and secretly send grain to the mainland at this time? Yes, it must be him, Luo Benchu; Zheng Jun wiped his face sadly as he carefully put the rice into his satchel.  , patted Platoon Leader Lu on the shoulder, "Well done, brother,"

    Platoon Commander Lu, who didn¡¯t know what Yan Fei was referring to, looked at Staff Zheng suspiciously, then looked at his subordinates who were whispering around him, took off his cotton hat and scratched his head, ¡°That¡¯s just how I am.¡±

    The area where the army grain was dropped was two kilometers long and more than 100 meters wide. Zheng Jun gathered more than a dozen officers and soldiers, plus more than a hundred men, women, and children from Cuoxiamu Village who came to help, but they were still unable to safely transport the massive amount of grain.  Collection in hand.

    Having no choice but to do so, Platoon Commander Lu sent a communications soldier to the nearest border post in Zhangmu Village. While telegraphing to his superiors, he also called in two squads of officers and soldiers to guard the tens of thousands of tons of grain.

    To be on the safe side, Zheng Jun strictly ordered all officers and soldiers, including villagers, not to use any food on the ground at will until inspection personnel sent by superiors passed the inspection before they could handle it as ordered.

    The officers and soldiers were easy to command, the militiamen listened to the advice, and the whole bags of grain were easy to guard, but the hundreds of broken military grain bags among the rocks and grass, and the rice scattered on the ice, no matter how kind Zheng Jun and the others were,  Even trying to persuade some old women and children could not stop them from picking up.

    When the epidemic prevention and inspection personnel quickly dispatched by the military division arrived at Cuoxiamu Village three days later, not only the old, young, women, and children from nearby Dacuo Xiamu Village and Zhangmu Village, but also the militiamen had eaten rice for two days; only Zheng  They and the officers and soldiers sent by the border defense company to support were still chewing dry food and waiting hard.

    Multiple batches of samples were tested and found to be non-toxic. After receiving the test results, Zheng Jun generously took a whole bag of rice soaked in the stream water and, with the help of the villagers, gave the officers and soldiers a delicious meal of rice; you know,  The altitude here is still barely there, and if you go further, the rice will be half-cooked.

    Although Zheng Jun was punished for this bag of rice and military rations packed in striped canvas, he still stubbornly stayed in Dacuo Xiamu Village; after two days of heavy work, the food had been weighed, twenty-four thousand and nine thousand.  One hundred tons, the road to Tibet will be much safer.

    Although Zheng Jun was not very clear about the domestic food supply situation, the troops came toHe watched the current situation of black flour and coarse grains in Japan and the lives of nearby villagers closely, and finally figured out what Luo Er was thinking.

    Those who stayed in Cuoshamu Village with Zheng Jun included logistics cadres from the military division and military region, as well as combat cadres from the military region. After all, the act of breaking in through the door is despised by any army, even if you have good intentions.  no.

    An anti-aircraft machine gun company has established an air defense position on the ridge where Zheng Jun stopped.

    However, in view of Zheng Jun¡¯s secret report, the report of the Air Force radar station, including the identification of this batch of grain packaging, was left in the archives by the superior department, and did not disturb much scope.

    Sure enough, on a bright winter day after the heavy snowfall, the unmarked transport plane roared again and appeared in Cuoxiamu Village. The anti-aircraft machine gun company, which received the instructions, tacitly released the warning airspace.

    Under the eyes of everyone, and with the distressed sighs of the logistics officers, a large number of striped packaged military rations once again filled the creek, and the rice happily filled the frozen creek with the sound of cracking.  noodle.

    Once a day, to twice a day, for ten days, nearly 500,000 tons of rice and wheat were airdropped by Luo Er near Cuoxiamu Village. According to Zheng Jun, the airdrop losses were serious and wasteful, but the local villagers were  Really benefited from it.

    In order to transport these large quantities of fine grain, the military region and the local government organized people to transfer grain to Nyalam County. At the same time, they began to widen the mountain road from Nyalam County to Cuoxiamu Village; every one of them was piled with grain.  No cadre can worry about keeping a tent in the wild for a long time.

    Nyalam County Border Defense Company, standing at the gate of the company barracks, Zheng Jun looked at a very rare medium-sized bulldozer, operated by engineers, rumbling on the mountain road, his eyebrows and smiles had just appeared, and suddenly his expression was dull  .

    Turning around, Zheng Jun hurriedly ran into the company. He pulled the company commander and spread out the military map. He followed Nyalam County to Tsoshamu Village and then to Kodali Pass. His finger finally landed on Neil.  On the border.

    "Commander Zheng, what's wrong?" The border guard company commander looked at Zheng Jun doubtfully. During this winter mountain closure season, he didn't think anything would happen, except for that weird plane.

    After staring at the map for a long time, Zheng Jun sighed with a dark face, "You Luo Er, you are so good at using food to clear the way, and you can actually use the art of war," "Company Commander Zhao, next time this food may be air-dropped near the Zhangmu Village outpost.  "

    "Yeah, how did you know?" Captain Zhao asked incomprehensibly, and Zheng Jun could only shake his head speechlessly. That brother who lives in a foreign land has always been a master who never suffers. He went to great lengths to deliver food, but the food was also  It's just an excuse, the conspiracy is ruthless.

    "The small country of Neil was also our vassal country in history," Zheng Jun murmured in his mouth. Zheng Jun was very worried about Luo Er's future situation.

    On the night of the third day, an urgent call came from the Zhangmu Village post. The transport plane that airdropped a large amount of food divided it into three parts and dropped it in the valley ten kilometers north of the Kodali Pass.  After detecting the signal flare, the patrol team that rushed to the scene had already discovered the food airdrop location.

    In order to find out the movement of the transport plane, the Zhangmu Village Outpost followed the instructions from the superiors and risked the risk of sending out a patrol team. After two days of going back and forth, they finally discovered the valley full of food. The patrol officers and soldiers looked up to the sky in anger.  Swearing loudly; in the valley, countless military rations were torn apart by the rocks on the ridge, and rice and wheat were scattered all over the large rocky beach.

    This time, the patrol also found seven or eight Soviet-style field tents, as well as some coats and sleeping bags. During the period, the patrol did not open the lead seal of a tightly wrapped small box.

    With the help of these tents and sleeping bags, the patrol team, which was supposed to stay up all night fighting against the snow wall in the severe cold winter, unexpectedly had a comfortable winter night.

    Holding the telegram handed over by the communications corps, Zheng Jun handed it to Company Commander Zhao with a wry smile, "Send it to us." Perhaps, his superiors had a longer-term view than he did.  As for the so-called box, Zheng Jun guessed that it was nothing more than a radio code book.  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!
Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report