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Chapter 87 Giving Away a Kill? No, it's a Login from Another Location!

"The Zionians have finally sent out their reserves."

Upon learning that their flank was being counterattacked by Zion's tank forces, Lu Lin immediately ordered: "Have the Hound Battalion's tanks block the valley exit, and have the artillery battalion switch to smoke grenades to cover their retreat route. Once their tanks have passed through the smoke screen, focus on attacking their side armor!"

A reply came through the radio: "Received, General."

Lu Lin saw two small red dots in the sky, moving towards him along a hidden river valley.

"WTF?"

It must be said that the Eagle Perspective automatic marking is very useful. Although the outlines are not clear in the dark, it never makes a mistake in judging friend from foe.

"Who cares what it is, let's fire a couple of shots at it first."

Lu Lin turned to the soldiers in the communications platoon and ordered, "Contact the artillery battalion, coordinates B7-42, send a 155mm mortar barrage."

The communications soldier quickly dialed the radio knob, but all he heard in the headset was a piercing static. He tried several more times, but still couldn't get through.

"Major General, the radio seems to be malfunctioning," the communications officer reported, looking up. "Our channel is being jammed!"

Lu Lin raised an eyebrow. Could it be such a coincidence?

He immediately thought of those two suspicious little red dots. Could they be a radio jamming vehicle?
This electronic warfare equipment is extremely rare and is specifically designed to cripple enemy communications. If captured, it could also be used against the Zionists.

"What a pity," Lu Lin sighed inwardly. If it weren't for the fact that every second the command lost communication affected the battlefield situation, he would have definitely managed to bring those two RAFs back.

"Messenger!" he shouted, "Prepare the vehicle immediately, I'm going to the artillery position myself!"

"Major General, are you going to personally command the artillery?" Fahd asked.

Lu Lin glared at him: "The command post's communication system is down. If you don't go to the artillery battalion to take command yourself, do you expect me to continue being a mascot here? Stop talking nonsense and drive!"

Fahd scratched his head: "Well, actually it's not impossible."

"Stop talking nonsense and drive!"

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Ten minutes later, Lu Lin's SUV braked suddenly and crashed into the artillery position, its tires leaving deep tracks in the sand.

"Second Battalion Commander!"

When the battalion commander saw the commander-in-chief come to inspect in person, he was so surprised that he almost jumped up. He hurriedly saluted and said, "General."

Lu Lin had no time for pleasantries. He snatched the observation scope, quickly calculated the distance, and issued the artillery fire order: "Azimuth correction 3-2-0, elevation 45 degrees, prepare high-explosive shells!"

"Uh," this angle was clearly not for attacking the enemy's position, but the battalion commander didn't dare to ask any more questions and could only grit his teeth and repeat the order to the gunner.

Throughout the entire expeditionary force, the artillerymen at all levels were the most obedient to Lu Lin.

The veterans who had been brought out from Nukoshir had become the backbone, and their obedience was impeccable. After witnessing the major general's amazing skill of using the M110 as a sniper rifle, the new recruits admired him even more.

As for the artillery battalion commander? Forget about missing the target; even if Lu Lin ordered the cannon to be fired vertically into the sky, he would only give a thumbs up and say, "General, you've got a good shot."

As the gunners were making trajectory corrections according to Lu Lin's instructions, the second battalion commander came over and said, "General, the plan you devised earlier was brilliant! The Zionians somehow got wind of it, and every time we fire, their shells land on our previous positions within five minutes."

Counter-battery radar?
Lu Lin thought to himself, "I didn't expect that I actually guessed right."

He knew about this strategy before, based on experience that Masr had gained after taking several rounds of beatings.

Counter-battery radar technology is still immature these days, and the countermeasures are either hit and run or fire coverage.

"That's good, it works." Lu Lin nodded.

The second battalion commander scratched his face, and the atmosphere became a little awkward for a moment.

With a deafening roar, the 155mm shell whistled out of the barrel.

From the eagle's perspective, Lu Lin saw the shells hit 50 meters away from the radio jamming vehicle. The two Zion soldiers on guard were jolted by the shockwave and immediately scrambled into the vehicle to escape.

Lu Lin thought to himself, "This is troublesome. We absolutely cannot let them get away!"
"Make way!" He rushed forward, his military boots slamming heavily on the gun mount's fixing mechanism, and the artilleryman quickly stood up to make way.

"Loader! High-explosive shell!"

Lu Lin's roar echoed across the position. The loader immediately took out brass-colored bullets from the ammunition rack, while another soldier picked up a gray-green propellant pack at the same time.

He pulled back the breechblock with one hand, the loader pushed the projectile into the breech, and the locking mechanism clicked to lock in place. Then his hands flew across the steering wheel, the 155mm barrel hummed with hydraulic power, his right eye was pressed against the panoramic sight, and his left thumb was already on the firing mechanism.

"put!"

The scorching airflow from the muzzle brake stirred up sand and dust within a ten-meter radius, causing people to cover their ears and duck to avoid it.

"General, you are truly..."

The second battalion commander was about to flatter him when he noticed his major general was intently "daydreaming"—in reality, Lu Lin was monitoring the shell's impact point through a hawk-like perspective. This time, the howitzer shell struck the signal jamming vehicle directly, and the massive shockwave flipped the vehicle upside down.

"Has communication been restored?" he asked without turning his head.

"Let me check. Hello?" The second battalion commander fiddled with the equipment for a bit, but the headset was still filled with static: "Still no good, Major General."

Lu Lin clicked his tongue, signaling the loader to reload. The second howitzer shot roared out, this time hitting the target directly. Zion's signal jamming vehicle turned into a fireball in the explosion.

Unfortunately, the two Zion soldiers had already taken the opportunity to slip away.

"The signal has been restored!" the battalion commander suddenly exclaimed in surprise.

What's the underlying principle? Communication was restored after firing two shots?

"It's fine as long as it's restored."

Lu Lin picked up the radio to test it, and as soon as communication was restored, he heard an urgent call: "General, Air Force Command requests target coordinates!"

Upon hearing the words "Air Force Command," Lu Lin's brows furrowed deeply.

I didn't even call for air force support!
Recalling the blunder his own air force had caused last time, he asked in a deep voice, "Why wasn't I notified of this beforehand?"

The staff officer quickly relayed the signal back to command post, and Ibrahim's voice came from the other end of the phone. Lu Lin repeated his question.

“I did inform you before,” Ibrahim explained, “but the radio malfunctioned at the time, and this air force operation was somewhat special, as it was personally ordered by His Highness the Prince.”

Lu Lin frowned even more. What was going on this time?
The Air Force and Army of Shuangzhi are not part of the same system. The nominal command authority is in the hands of the Ministry of National Defense, and they do not have the authority to directly mobilize them.

He cursed inwardly: If this gets shot down, don't expect me to take the blame!

“Okay, I’ll provide them with the coordinates.”

After hanging up the phone, Lu Lin returned to the command post. In the back seat of the car, he switched back to the Eagle Falcon view. A few minutes later, four air force units marked in green appeared in his field of vision and were rapidly approaching at extremely low altitude.

"Switch to the Air Force channel."

Lu Lin began reporting the enemy's position using standard international coordinates. Just then, a voice in fluent Saxon language suddenly came through the headset:

“Copy that.”

Lu Lin: "."

Lu Lin: "???"

He quickly switched back to the eagle's perspective to confirm—the approaching F-4 fighter jet was indeed marked with the green insignia of friendly forces!
He tentatively asked in English, "Emilia?"

After a moment of silence, the other party replied, "No, uh, Sukabul!"

Lu Lin nearly smashed the radio. Suka, you bastard!

He finally understood why Prince Muhammad had sent the air force; it turned out they were landing from a different location!

(End of this chapter)