Chapter 42 The Eagle over Boratos (Part 2)

Look at what it looks like now. Its head is raised high at an angle of 65 degrees, looking arrogant. From the top of its head, a few wisps of white smoke float out from time to time. It is obviously an old antique, but due to proper maintenance,

It actually looks pretty good, and even the two solid rubber wheels have decent supports. It reminded Fengyinglou of the flatbed trucks pulled by donkeys when he was a child, and those honest farmer uncles used to go on outings in the countryside!

At this moment, a high-power walkie-talkie that was placed on several sandbags suddenly rang. Amidst the poor signal and the unique sizzling sound of electricity, an extremely angry voice sounded like every day.

Shouting that women can hold up half the sky, so in the early morning, imitating the sound of a rooster crowing against the sun, hen-like sounds, neighing, panting, and roaring, passed into the eardrums of Fengyinglou: "Temur, you

What are you doing over there?!”

The person on the other end of the walkie-talkie had a strong momentum, a harsh voice, and a strong attitude. But I'm sorry, Fengyinglou's ears were buzzing from the roar of the cannon. At best, he could only hear

Just a few words "Temul".

Besides, in the eyes of Fengyinglou, who is Temuer?! If he is really a person, Fengyinglou will treat passerby A and audience B with a trivial understatement.

In the arms of Allah?!

But I always answer questions. When I saw an old lady crossing the road, I went over to help. When I saw a beautiful elder sister almost falling down on the bus, I went up and hugged her waist. I sang "I picked it up on the side of the road" since I was a child.

"One cent, give it to the police uncle, he gave me one dollar; the next day I asked my mother for ten yuan, gave it to the police uncle, he gave me a slap in the face" and other children's songs, long under the red flag,

Living in happiness is a good education that Fengyinglou has cultivated since childhood!

Picking up the walkie-talkie, Fengyinglou coughed lightly, then shouted in Persian that everyone could understand: "Scream! Scream! Scream! Are you howling? If you have something to talk about, don't talk about it with me.

The nonsense of five people and six people!"

What is fearless momentum?

What is a sense of ownership?

The current Fengyinglou is all about momentum and sense of ownership! Regardless of his poor Persian, and regardless of the fact that the other party can command this place, he must have a fairly high status in the al-Qaeda organization.

The person on the other end of the walkie-talkie was really stunned for a moment because of my overwhelming momentum and colorful voice. While his brain was still spinning, trying to figure out which kind of god Fengyinglou was, Fengyinglou

The careless voice broke into his eardrums again, "What's the matter? Report it quickly. Could it be that we hit you with a cannonball?"

"nonsense!"

On the other end of the high-power walkie-talkie, the figure who he had never met before and who must have a high position in the al-Qaeda organization, listened to Feng Yinglou's words that were neither salty nor bland but hit the mark. He became angry again, "What did you do? You just typed it out."

The shells hit our position directly, and one-third of the people on my side were killed by your one shot!"

In fact, it does not need to be described by this terrorist who has never met him. Fengyinglou's ears have gradually returned to normal. Through the walkie-talkie, he can hear that the person on the other side was really shot by his "foot" just now.

The cannons are blasting like crazy. Listen to the painful groans from over there, the screams and the sounds of people running. The mixture of these sounds is very important to Fengying Tower.

, simply the most beautiful and melodious waltz in the world!

"Oh..." Fengyinglou said in a long voice: "I understand, please wait a moment!"

The idiot on the other end of the walkie-talkie thought that Fengyinglou was going to punish the culprit severely and that they would be the ones to answer the question, so he even said "hmm".

He probably never dreamed that Feng Yinglou, who was not an artillery major, was originally a blind cat trying to hit a few dead mice. After finishing the previous shot, he would slightly change the coordinates and shoot one after another.

He was bumping into each other randomly. As a result, he had to adjust the coordinates again, and someone immediately jumped out and reported to Fengying Tower that his shot just now was accurate and well done. One third of the target was killed in one shot.

It has been determined, the coordinates have been locked, this... what else can Fengying Tower be so polite about?!

One cannonball weighed 40.8 kilograms. Feng Yinglou ran to the rear. He now seemed to have reached the treasure house. Even if he was about to be cut into pieces by the forty thieves, he would not give up the treasure.

He stretched out his hands and picked up four cannonballs.

Members of the al-Qaeda terrorist organization had four people carrying one artillery shell, but Feng Yinglou alone carried four artillery shells!

Don't think it's impossible. No matter how heavy this kind of cannonball is, one round is only 16 centimeters thick and 130 centimeters long. Try putting four rounds together and see if you can push them with your arms.

Circle them all.

What?

Are you saying that no matter how awesome the Fengying Tower is, it shouldn't be able to hold a cannonball with a total weight of up to 160 kilograms at the same time?

Please, haven't you heard that a man cannot lift a bag of rice, but he can lift a bride of the same weight!

Why is that?

To put it bluntly, the endocrine system undergoes drastic changes, resulting in a scene that is like taking stimulants? Since an ordinary man, when he is overly excited, can pick up a fat woman who may weigh more than two hundred kilograms.

, why can’t Fengyinglou, who has received the most rigorous training and is in an absolutely excited state, not be able to hold four cannonballs?!

Of course, I would also like to ask you to make it clear that the M43 mortar, no matter how large its caliber is, is still a mortar, not a howitzer. In fact, you have seen people with a caliber of 160 mm, but they can only send shells

Shoot an eight-thousand-meter howitzer?

As soon as Fengyinglou opened the barrel of the gun, he saw a shell shell made entirely of brass, which might be sold for a hundred or so yuan at the scrap collection station. It spontaneously slipped out from the inside. And the second shot

The cannonball had been stuffed in by Fengyinglou. Before closing the barrel of the cannon again, Fengyinglou reached out and patted the cannonball that was already in combat readiness. With a gentle touch, he fully conveyed his feelings to the cannonball.

This "brother"'s most sincere wish: "Don't wander around, you must hit the target!"

Everything was ready, Fengyinglou returned to the walkie-talkie again, "Hey, who is that, still there?"

"That who" responded quickly, "Here!"

"To prevent accidental injury, you'd better change places."

Faced with Fengyinglou's irresponsible suggestion, "that so-and-so" on the other end of the walkie-talkie almost went crazy, "Our position is an area with the best firepower and visibility..."

No longer listening to the other party's chirping, Fengyinglou threw away the walkie-talkie microphone and walked back to the M43 heavy mortar. He whispered: "Who is that? Thank you. I think there is a living treasure like you among the terrorists in the base...

…proud!”

"boom!!!"

Feng Yinglou pulled the firing rope, and the second large-caliber shell weighing 40.8 kilograms and filled with ten kilograms of high explosives rushed out of the gun barrel amid billowing flames and thick smoke, facing the second shot of Feng Yinglou.

A shell exploded so much that the terrorists from the base, who didn't know what happened now, flew over.

The M43 heavy mortar is definitely not a rapid-fire artillery. Its theoretical maximum rate of fire is only three rounds per minute. One person in Fengyinglou operates such a thing, and one person manually loads the shells. It’s a long shot.

He can only fire one cannonball per minute at most.

But the sky is high here and the emperor is far away. Even if the terrorists over there realize that something is wrong, even if they are all the second generation of the Fengying Tower, it will still take twenty minutes to kill them. As for the other terrorists who have not participated in the war, they will probably stay quiet.

Deep in the cave, since various high-tech equipment in the United States cannot detect them, of course it is impossible to contact them with a wireless walkie-talkie alone.

Based on the above information, Fengyinglou fired very calmly. He even fired one shot and ran to the walkie-talkie to listen to the reaction from the other party. After he fired the fourth shell, the person eight thousand meters away

The owner of the walkie-talkie had no sound at all.

Whether he was killed by Fengyinglou's fourth artillery shell, or whether he was so angry that his blood vessels ruptured on the spot, or he finally realized that something was wrong and turned off the walkie-talkie, that is not what Fengyinglou, a fake terrorist, needs to worry about.

Fengyinglou didn't even know that there were at least a dozen military satellites from the United States, Britain, China, Russia, and Israel staring at him, watching him operate an old-fashioned mortar by himself.

, lying and bombarding members of Al Qaeda eight thousand meters away.

When the intelligence organizations of various countries showed their magical powers and completely translated the conversation between Fengyinglou and "that person" through the wireless walkie-talkie, almost all the heads of intelligence departments shook their heads in silence. Such a conversation

It may seem like a nonsense, but the heads of the intelligence department, who are also proficient in behavioral psychology, really can't laugh.

From the very beginning when he single-handedly charged into an artillery position guarded by more than twenty people, to the conversation between two people, it has revealed too many things that may seem reckless, but are actually in line with the "all in one go" mentality of the art of war.

tactics.

The behavior of Fengyinglou at the beginning of firing at M43 heavy mortars was almost a replica of Lei Hongfei's action of directly pouring gasoline on the whole house when he avenged Xueer. Unless he had prepared to die together on the spot, he would die.

Otherwise, it would be absolutely impossible for a normal human being to face the wild impact of Fengying Tower without feeling frightened or frightened!
Chapter completed!