Chapter 720 Winning Three Victories in a Row Filled the Guys with Confidence.
Although there are still injured soldiers, the good news is that no soldiers have been sacrificed so far.
After returning victorious, everyone celebrated enthusiastically. Lu Qingyang wanted to make further progress and continue to research and create several weapons to assist in combat, but Wang Lei found him.
"Expert Lu, there's an urgent matter. The commander above said he wants to see you."
Lu Qingyang was startled. The leader above? He had a bad feeling.
Trying to stay calm, I put down my pen and said, "Okay, I'll be right there."
Following Wang Lei to a heavily guarded room in the innermost part of the command center, Lu Qingyang took a deep breath and pushed the door open after reporting.
Inside the room, a middle-aged man with a general star shining on his epaulettes was facing the door, looking at the battle map on the wall.
Lu Qingyang was very familiar with that back figure.
Hearing the door open, the man turned around.
He had a resolute face, sharp eyes, and the dignity of a veteran on the battlefield. He was Lu Qingyang's father, Commander Fang Zhongwen.
When Fang Zhongwen's eyes fell on Lu Qingyang's face, he asked in surprise: "Qingyang? Why is it you?"
He stepped forward and held Lu Qingyang's arms tightly, as if to confirm that this was not an illusion.
His eyes quickly swept over his son's oil-stained technical officer uniform, and fell on his young face, which already had a hint of fatigue.
"You...why are you here? Aren't you supposed to..."
He expressly forbade his only son from going to the front line. This son, who was supposed to stay in the capital, was actually standing in the frontline command center where the war was raging.
"Nonsense, absolutely nonsense. Who asked you to come? How did you get in? Do you know where this place is? Bullets don't have eyes, and mines don't recognize people. What happened to you? How...how am I going to explain this to your mother and your wife?"
As a father, the first thing he thought of was his son's safety. The fear of almost losing his loved one made even this general, who was used to seeing life and death, feel a pang of fear.
But then he thought of a question: "Those new rifles...that mine-clearing vehicle...and those mysterious tactics...Qingyang, don't tell me, these...all of these were invented by you?"
Lu Qingyang scratched his head embarrassedly: "We're just getting started. The best is yet to come."
Fang Zhongwen stared closely at his son's eyes. There was no youthful impulsiveness in them, only a bottomless calmness, as if everything was under control.
He had seen this kind of look in some veterans who had experienced many battles and had a thorough understanding of strategies, but he had never thought that it would appear in his son's eyes.
눒As a father, he still worries;
However, as a commander, he was determined to win, and the ironclad facts before him made it impossible for him to ignore the threat posed by his son.
Lu Qingyang continued, "Dad, just wait and see."
"Okay, Qingyang, I... I believe you. If you need any support, just come to me directly. But you must remember that your safety is the bottom line. You are absolutely not allowed to put yourself in danger."
"Yes, Commander, I promise you." Lu Qingyang stood at attention and saluted solemnly.
In the following days, Lu Qingyang used the birds, rats and ants in space to weave an intelligence network covering the enemy's depth.
The quarrels in the Vietnamese army headquarters, the weak links in the supply lines, the mobilization routes of the reserve forces... a steady stream of information converged in his brain.
At the same time, he used the resources of the repair shop to improve several practical equipment.
The individual radio has been optimized with existing components, and the communication distance and clarity have been improved.
=Wang Lei discovered that Lu Qingyang's "judgment" and "suggestions" were surprisingly accurate.
Deploy your moves according to his thinking, and each time you hit the enemy's weak spot, either cleverly avoiding traps or striking with precision.
The moment of decisive battle has arrived.
Lu Qingyang "predicted" in advance the enemy's main force's plan to take advantage of the thick fog to launch a general offensive, and pointed out the fatal disconnection in its attack sequence.
Based on this, Fang Zhongwen formulated an ingenious attack plan.
The battle started, and the mine-clearing vehicles exerted force in multiple directions at the same time to tear open the minefield.
Under the guidance of Lu Qingyang, the troops equipped with new rifles, flame suppressors and improved radio stations moved like their own arms, interspersed, divided, and surrounded the enemy, completely disrupting the enemy's offensive formation.
The Vietnamese commander was horrified to find that every step of his action seemed to be predicted by the other side. The troops ran into the fire network like headless flies, the logistics lines were frequently cut off, and command communications were paralyzed.
The defeat was like a landslide, and the originally fierce attack turned into a complete rout.
The soldiers abandoned their weapons and fled into the jungle in panic, and the so-called "iron line of defense" collapsed.
The battle ended much faster than expected. It was originally estimated that it would take more than ten days of fierce fighting, but with the tactical and technical innovations brought by Lu Qingyang, it ended in an absolute victory for our side in just one week.
What is even more exciting for the entire army is that in this tough battle, the soldiers' casualties were reduced to a minimum.
At the celebration party, the atmosphere was so heated that it almost blew off the roof of the makeshift cafeteria.
The soldiers surrounded Lu Qingyang, their gratitude and admiration expressed in words.
At this time, a young soldier with a childish face squeezed through the crowd, his face flushed with excitement. He looked at Lu Qingyang, his lips trembling a few times, and suddenly opened his arms, as if wanting to give Lu Qingyang a tight hug, but he finally restrained himself and just held Lu Qingyang's hand tightly, his voice choked with sobs:
"Expert Lu, thank you so much."
Lu Qingyang recognized that this was one of the oldest soldiers in the reconnaissance company. Everyone called him "Little Bun" and he was usually smart and brave.
He smiled warmly and patted Xiao Mantou's shoulder: "This is the result of everyone's joint efforts. It's good to be alive. I will be more at ease in the future."
Afterwards, Lu Qingyang learned from Wang Lei that this soldier's original name was Shi Lei, and he was actually the only grandson of General Shi, a famous general in the Northern Theater Command!
General Shi had a strict family tradition and insisted on sending his only grandson to the front line for training. Unexpectedly, he almost experienced the tragedy of losing his son before him.
If Lu Qingyang had not appeared and changed the trajectory of this battle, Shi Lei would have most likely been sacrificed in a reconnaissance mission that was originally destined to be tragic.
After hearing the news, Lu Qingyang walked to the edge of the camp alone, looking at the mountains in the distance that were still shrouded in the clouds of war. His heart was filled with emotion and he couldn't calm down for a long time.
War is so cruel, it will not show mercy to you because of your background.
Whether he is the son of a military commander or the grandson of a general, their lives are equally fragile in the face of bullets and landmines.
His arrival and what he did was not just to complete the mission or prove himself, but also to protect these living lives, to protect these sons, husbands, and fathers.
He not only saved Shi Lei, but also prevented the great grief of a meritorious soldier's family and reunited many ordinary families.
"With great power comes great responsibility..." he whispered to himself.
I had only seen news about this battle on my mobile phone before, and now I have a lot of feelings after participating in it in person.
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