RPAGF 第1065章 北纬38°19′，东经127°28′！！！
第1065章 北纬38°19′，东经127°28′！！！
"Boom-bang!"
A sharp, piercing whistle tore through the night sky, coming from the open right-side hatch of the "Dragonfly" No. 1 aircraft. Ru Chuang knelt beside the hatch, his body securely tied to the fuselage frame with a safety rope, shoulder to shoulder, aimed, and pulled the trigger.
The rocket launcher spews out hot air and flames from its tail. At the slow flight speed characteristic of gyroplanes, the recoil causes more noticeable deflection of the fuselage than in helicopters, but it is still within a correctable range.
The flames spewed from the tail of the launch tube drew a striking trail in the darkness. The projectile spun and separated, leaving a straight trail of death as it hurtled toward the faint, foolish light source on the ground below.
The rocket didn't hit the narrow opening directly—that would have required incredible luck. But it struck the earthen and rocky slope above and to the side of the opening squarely!
The explosion, though less deafening due to the soil covering it, was still incredibly real and forceful, transmitted through the thin rock and soil, accompanied by a dull, hammer-like thud and the subsequent violent vibrations.
The entire tunnel felt as if a giant had slammed it hard on the back with a heavy hammer, causing it to sink downwards and then shake violently from side to side!
The mud and gravel from the top and side walls, like lice shaken off or a sudden mudslide, pelted the three men. The supporting structure groaned and creaked, and several already shaky timbers were clearly bent and misaligned, with dust gushing out from the gaps.
Zhang Peizhi was jolted so badly she staggered, her head slamming against the side wall with a thud, and stars flashed before her eyes. Her ears were first filled with a sharp ringing, then only a muffled buzzing sound, as if muffled by a layer of cotton, and all the sounds of the outside world became blurry and distant.
The strong smell of gunpowder mixed with the fresh, earthy odor from the explosion, along with a faint, acrid smell of burning, instantly filled the narrow, filthy space, choking him and causing him to cough violently, tears streaming uncontrollably down his face.
Ahead, the tall Indian soldier who was stuck let out a short, painful groan, and was then buried halfway by a larger chunk of collapsed soil and rubble. Only one arm remained outside the soil, weakly scratching and emitting indistinct, dying groans.
The headlamp on his head, which had been swaying erratically in the dust, suddenly dimmed, flickered a few times, and struggled to go out like a candle in the wind. The last bit of light was swallowed by the endless darkness and dust, taking away the last trace of movement in that direction.
"Boom-bang!"
Another warhead fell, the Dragonfly 2, which immediately entered its attack trajectory.
Sergeant Ru didn't care whether others could see him or not. He waved to his comrades and then shouted, "Load!"
As he laid the launch tube flat, the team member acting as the loader had already handed him another rocket.
Loading, locking—the movements were fluid, with a cold, rhythmic quality. Squad Leader Ru once again hoisted the cannon barrel, squinted, and searched through the makeshift scope for the area below—the entrance to the cave, where the first rocket had blasted up the earth, but which still didn't seem to have completely collapsed.
The gyroplane's low speed and relative stability give him more time to make fine-tuning.
"Angle correction, right turn three, depression angle increased by two!" Company Commander Tang's steady voice rang out in the headset. He was the driver, the observer, and the commander.
Squad Leader Ru made minor adjustments as instructed.
"puff--!"
Another rocket, trailing a plume of flame, left the barrel, and the fuselage shuddered slightly once more.
"boom!"
This time, the impact point was closer to the suspected cave entrance, creating a larger plume of mud and smoke, and a section of the slope that was originally covered by weeds could be vaguely seen to have collapsed.
"Cool!"
Sergeant Ru let out a low growl. The feeling of being high above and using heavy firepower to precisely "call out" targets was indeed exhilarating. He could even feel the loader next to him breathing rapidly and excitedly.
"Damn it..." Company Commander Tang looked at his apprentice's profile, so focused and even a little fanatical, then glanced at the instruments and joysticks in front of him, and a thought inexplicably flashed through his mind:
"Flying a plane is pretty cool, but personally operating the cannons to bombard them is even more exhilarating! I should have let that kid fly it; I would have gone down and fired a couple of shots..."
Of course, the thought only flashed through his mind. He steadily maneuvered the gyroplane, searching for the best angle for the next attack.
"Switch to high explosives! Aim at the front edge of the tunnel and plow it again!" Company Commander Tang ordered.
"Unit Two, follow up! Watch the rocket's impact point, make sure it doesn't miss the target area!"
"understand!"
"understand!"
Another high-explosive rocket roared out, this time exploding almost grazed the edge of the suspected cave entrance. The flash of the explosion briefly illuminated the ditch below, revealing that the previously hidden cave entrance appeared to be mostly buried by collapsed earth and rocks. The scorching blast even ignited nearby bushes, creating a small, flickering flame that stood out starkly in the darkness.
Inside the tunnel.
The second tremor followed immediately, even more terrifying than the first. Zhang Peizhi felt as if she had been stuffed into a tin can being shaken violently by a giant, and her internal organs felt like they were about to come out.
More soil collapsed, and the space shrank dramatically. The short, stout Indian soldier behind him let out a pig-like scream, followed by violent struggles and rolling sounds, as if trying to crawl back, but it quickly turned into whimpers and suffocating "hoarse" sounds as if he were being crushed by heavy objects.
Darkness, dust, suffocation, continuous, seemingly endless tremors and collapses... Is this hell?
"Boom..."
"Boom..."
The explosions were intermittent, but each one sent tremors through the fragile underground prison. The "human shield" in front was long since silent, its fate unknown, completely buried by the collapsing earth, not even a final groan could be heard.
The short, fat third brother behind him went from screaming in agony to sobbing desperately and making muffled, tearful prayers, as if he were begging a god he believed in.
Zhang Peizhi himself was buried under more mud, with only his head and one arm still able to move slightly. Each breath carried a lot of dust, and scorching air rushed in from the direction of the cave entrance, making his cheeks burn and his throat dry and cracked.
Death has never been so close, so tangible, so…long.
"How could it have been exploding for so long..." In the midst of a chaotic mind, a vague thought struggled to surface, filled with utter bewilderment:
Whether it's those useless troops in Phnom Penh, or... our compatriots on the other side of the strait... when did they acquire this capability? This kind of... continuous, precise, and ruthless attack that seems to fall from the sky?
In Zhang Peizhi's mind, whether it was the weak local government army or the "poor devils" on the other side of the strait whom he both despised and vaguely feared, their air power was almost negligible, let alone launching such a sustained and targeted low-altitude precision attack in the dead of night.
This is inconsistent with his understanding of either side's armed forces.
Could it be... a bald eagle?
No way, damn it, I'm a guy who follows you guys!
No, it's following my superior, but isn't my superior on very good terms with you all?
Rounding it off, that means I'm following you guys!
You guys are so stupid for blowing me up!
In a blur, a distant memory fragment—one that Zhang Peizhi had once scoffed at and dismissed as exaggerated propaganda from the enemy—suddenly and uncontrollably, with extraordinary clarity, crashed into her mind.
38°19′N, 127°28′E…!
On the northern battlefield, the tunnel defense battle that went down in history!