PFC Chapter 312 A young boy who is just a classmate
Chapter 312 A young boy who is just a classmate
At noon on June 6, the sun was high in the sky, and the bright sunlight poured unreservedly onto the playground of the Tieliu Field Army Artillery School.
The sunlight was hot and strong, as if it wanted to illuminate and bake everything in the world.
The entire playground was bright and dazzling under the sunlight. The ground was hot from the sun and reflected the dazzling light, making it almost impossible to open one's eyes.
At this moment, a crisp and rhythmic sound of horse hooves came from far away.
The sound echoed in the empty playground, as if it was an exciting prelude to a performance.
I saw a big blue horse with shiny fur galloping towards me, its mane fluttering in the wind like black silk.
On horseback, Li Yunlong was agile and majestic. He wore a military cap, a neat military uniform, a belt around his waist, and black leather boots. He exuded an innate heroic aura.
The years have left some marks on his face, but have not erased his unique heroic spirit.
He is still as bold and unrestrained as ever, his style of doing things is bold and direct, and he exudes a powerful aura that cannot be ignored.
"I'm Li Yunlong, commander of the Tieliu Field Army. I used to be the commander of an independent brigade."
Li Yunlong shouted with his loud voice like a bell, his voice was so powerful that it echoed over the playground for a long time.
The sound seemed to carry the momentum of thousands of troops, instantly breaking the tranquility of the playground.
"I came here today to pick some good artillerymen to follow me into battle with the Cheetah Field Army!
Let's not beat around the bush. If anyone wants to go with me, come out and show me!"
His eyes were as sharp as torches as he scanned the neatly lined-up students in front of him, his gaze filled with eagerness and anticipation.
The students on the playground stood upright, like tall green pines. They were dressed in neat military uniforms, with serious and solemn expressions.
The sunlight shines on them, outlining their firm outlines.
There was a bit of scrutiny in their eyes as they quietly looked at the commander in front of them.
They had long heard that Li Yunlong was a hero with outstanding achievements and remarkable feats on the battlefield.
In their imagination, the commander should be a majestic and dignified figure with a halo.
But the Li Yunlong in front of them was dressed simply and spoke bluntly. He looked so simple and down-to-earth, which was far from the image they had imagined in their minds.
"What? No one wants to go with me?"
Seeing that no one responded, Li Yunlong raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.
That smile concealed his confidence and composure, and he already had a plan in mind:
"I know what you're thinking. Do you think I, Li Yunlong, don't understand artillery? Humph, today I'm going to show you what I can do!"
After saying that, Li Yunlong jumped off his horse with quick and decisive movements.
He strode towards a 201mm light titanium alloy mortar, which was equivalent to the later PBP60 type. His steps were steady and powerful, with unquestionable momentum.
Walking to the cannon, he reached out and gently patted the cannon body. The action seemed casual, but it revealed his familiarity and intimacy with the cannon.
Then, he glanced at the students with his sharp eyes and said loudly:
"Come on, someone please explain to me in detail how to calculate the firing parameters of this gun? Should I use a table or some other formula? Explain it to me in detail!"
When the students heard this, they looked at each other with surprise in their eyes.
No one expected that Li Yunlong would suddenly ask such a professional question.
This sudden question plunged the originally quiet playground into a brief silence, with only the sun still scorching the earth.
After a moment's silence, a student who looked quite clever stood out from the team.
He lowered his head slightly and said in a slightly reserved tone:
"Brigade Commander, oh no, Commander, the firing parameters must be calculated taking into account factors such as target distance, wind direction and speed, and the initial velocity of the artillery shell. We also need to consult the firing table..."
"Humph, I understand all these great principles!"
Li Yunlong interrupted him without any hesitation, with a barely perceptible cunning glint in his eyes.
He stared at the student in front of him and asked:
"Let me ask you, when looking up a watch, how do you determine the scale divisions? And what's the formula for that?"
This sudden question made the student stunned for a moment. He opened his mouth but was speechless for a moment.
He really had never thought that Li Yunlong would ask such detailed and in-depth questions.
Seeing this, the other students also lowered their heads and fell into deep thought.
They frowned and tried hard to recall the knowledge from the books, but no one answered.
To be honest, this is an artillery school after all, and this knowledge should be basic content that students should be familiar with.
However, as a commander, Li Yunlong does not need to operate the artillery himself according to common sense. The commander's focus is on how to command this group of operators to use the artillery reasonably and unleash its maximum power.
But Li Yunlong in front of them had such a detailed knowledge of artillery operation. The professional terms and in-depth questions made the students realize that this commander was by no means the uneducated and rough guy that everyone had thought before.
At this moment, this group of students were deeply impressed by Li Yunlong.
Even though many students could actually answer the questions raised by Li Yunlong, they chose to remain silent. In their hearts, they re-examined the legendary commander in front of them and had more admiration and expectations for him.
Li Yunlong had a smug smile on his face, as if that smile was the satisfaction he felt after winning a battle, and he looked quite proud.
He raised his chin slightly, his eyes revealing an unquestionable confidence, and said loudly:
"Humph, listen to me carefully!"
As he spoke, he stretched out his thick fingers and gestured in the air, as if writing key points on a blackboard.
"When looking up the table, you must first look at the target distance,"
At this point, his eyes became sharp and focused, as if there was a target in front of him that needed to be hit precisely.
"Then find the corresponding scale scale. This step cannot be sloppy, even the slightest error will do!"
"As for the formula," he said, emphasizing each word.
"Shooting parameters = the corresponding value of the sight scale + wind direction correction + wind speed correction + shell muzzle velocity correction."
He spoke clearly and every word carried weight.
"Don't underestimate these corrections," he said, glancing at the students in front of him.
"How they are calculated depends entirely on rich experience and a lot of practice!"
He patted his chest.
"I've fought my way through battles, and all this experience is earned through blood and sweat!"
"Don't you think I know all this just by poring over books?"
He curled his lips in disdain. "Let me tell you, the knowledge in books is rigid, but people are flexible! The situation on the battlefield is ever-changing. You can't rely on books alone. You have to put your knowledge into practice!"
The students were stunned after listening to Li Yunlong's explanation.
Their eyes were wide open, their mouths slightly open, and their faces were full of shock and disbelief.
They never imagined that this commander, who was usually known for his boldness and bravery, not only knew the basic operations of the mortar very well, but could also explain the calculation methods of the shooting elements so clearly and accurately.
At this point, they no longer dared to have the slightest contempt for the commander, and instead were filled with deep admiration.
"Why, you still don't believe it?"
Li Yunlong's eyes were bright, like two burning flames, and he continued to ask.
He folded his hands over his chest, leaned forward slightly, and his eyes flashed with an undisguised sharp light of challenge, as if he was launching a silent battle with the students.
"Then let me test you again. How do you calculate the firing parameters of a 155mm self-propelled howitzer, a 155mm vehicle-mounted howitzer, and a 370mm box-type rocket launcher?
Compared to a mortar, what's the difference?"
His voice echoed in the playground, carrying an unavoidable majesty.
The students looked at each other, their eyes full of helplessness and confusion.
They all shook their heads helplessly, indicating that they really didn't know.
They are students, not graduates.
These issues were beyond the scope of their usual studies, and even in the Artillery School, such complex content had not been discussed in depth.
Seeing this, Li Yunlong showed a slightly humorous smile on his face.
He patted the pistol at his waist, as if to encourage himself, and then said:
"Humph, listen carefully!"
He cleared his throat and began to explain patiently.
"The calculations for firing these cannons are much more complicated than those for mortars."
As he spoke, he gestured with his hands in the air to show various ballistic trajectories.
"In addition to considering factors such as target distance, wind direction and speed, we also have to take into account factors such as the ballistic curvature of the projectile, air resistance, and even the curvature of the earth."
He spoke coherently, as if this complex knowledge had been engraved in his bones.
"When you look up the table, you have to use a more accurate shooting table, and the corresponding formula becomes more complicated."
He paused, looking at the students with a determined gaze.
"But don't worry, as long as you're willing to learn from me, I guarantee that in no time, you'll all become masters of artillery fire!"
His voice was full of encouragement and confidence, as if it injected a shot of adrenaline into the students.
When the students heard what Li Yunlong said, a fiery light flashed in their eyes.
The light is like a burning flame, full of desire for knowledge and longing for the future.
They knew that by following such a capable and experienced commander, they would definitely be able to learn real skills and carve out a place for themselves in the field of artillery.
"Commander, I'm willing to go with you!"
The student who seemed quite clever earlier was the first to step forward without hesitation.
His eyes showed determination and resolve, and his tone was firm and powerful, as if he was declaring his oath.
"I would like it too!"
"Me too!"
The responses came one after another on the playground.
The students were very enthusiastic and signed up enthusiastically.
Their voices come together like a surging wave, showing endless energy and enthusiasm.
Li Yunlong looked at this lively scene and couldn't help feeling secretly proud.
A barely perceptible smile crept up the corner of his mouth, that smile contained both the joy of his own success and the anticipation for the future.
He knew very well that with his solid knowledge and unique personal charm, he had successfully conquered these young minds full of vigor and vitality and injected fresh blood into his team.
"Alright! Since you're all willing to follow me, I have to make three rules with you."
Li Yunlong's expression became extremely serious, like a majestic god of war.