At Jiang Yan Hai's command, piercing alarms immediately blared throughout the entire base. Yi Wei, the artillery regiment commander who had already arrived, roared, "Move it, move it! Get the armored regiment over here to haul the equipment!"
"Commander, it's been so many years since we last used these things. Can they still work?" Political Commissar Wang Long asked with a bitter smile.
"What do you mean, can they work? They have to work! Move it! Where's the armored regiment? Where did Zhang Ronghua go?" Yi Wei shouted.
Wang Long did not know whether to laugh or cry, but there was nothing he could do. Their artillery regiment was currently not using 155mm self-propelled howitzers, nor 122mm self-propelled howitzers, much less 300mm large-caliber long-range rocket launchers.
Because of the Teleportation Gate's size limitations, all they had on hand were a pile of old relics!
There were twelve old Type 60 122mm towed cannons and twelve Type 63 12-tube 107mm Rocket Launchers. They had been pulled from sealed storage, though at least they had plenty of ammunition!
For a modern artillery regiment like theirs, they truly had not used such old artillery much. Take the Type 60 122mm cannon, for instance—it required eight people to operate a single gun, and the shells had to be loaded by hand.
They had hurriedly drilled with them over the past few days. After all, their own artillery simply could not make it through.
The Type 63 12-tube 107mm Rocket Launcher was simpler, and its power was decent. Its maximum range reached 8.5 kilometers. Its accuracy was not particularly high, but what accuracy did they need?
They did not need it. There were Reconnaissance Drones in the sky to assist with scouting and target positioning anyway.
"Enough, enough, Old Yi, stop complaining! At least you