Rise of the Wasteland

Talking about his experience of joining the army, the ‘old machine gun’ is 100 times more spiritual and full of vitality. He talked about the places he had gone by, the people he had met, the battles he had fought, and the imposing and confident part of him. Ask him if he feels bitter? He immediately asked: "No matter how hard it is to suffer, than to farm at home?"

Zhou Qingfeng never planted land, let alone in the old society decades ago. But he can imagine the hard work of farming in the field day after day. If there is any natural disaster, the tragedy of selling children and daughters is not uncommon in history books.

"Old machine gun" Speaking of his experience, everyone in the team kept talking. Everyone comes from a poor family. Joining the army not only allows them to wear new clothes for the first time, eat enough food, raise their chests and stand on their own, but also opens up a new world for them.

Zhou Qingfeng suddenly remembered his experience in the wasteland. Although there were many difficulties and thorns all over the ground, if he wanted to go back to be a diao silk and continue to hang around, he wouldn't do it.

"Hehe ... I understand, I understand." Think about the experience of the "old machine gun" is no worse than yourself, Zhou Qingfeng also felt closer to the other side.

We were having a good chat, and suddenly someone called "Old Machine Gun" and said that the leader asked him to repair the car.

"Repair the car?" Zhou Qingfeng did not expect that the 'old machine gun' would repair the car.

"Yeah, I usually like to fiddle with machine guns. I used to learn a few tricks from the people in the repair shop. Some minor problems can still be dealt with." The "old machine gun" carried his "crooked handle" and took the deputy shooter To go.

Zhou Qingfeng's heart moved and Zhangkou asked: "I also learned to drive and repair cars before I became a soldier. Should I help?"

"Will you drive? Great, we just need a driver." The person who heard Zhou Qingfeng said he would drive, was overjoyed, and hurriedly urged him to follow.

Now the battle for 'Wen Jing' has begun. The Nantong Second Regiment's remnants have no external soldiers, no equipment inside, and it is a matter of time before the destruction. Zhou Qingfeng had no chance to enter the battle for the time being, and it was no problem to help.

Several people hurried to the road, only to find that the situation was more troublesome than Zhou Qingfeng imagined. During the ambush of the South Battalion Second Regiment during the day, the enemy's three battalions and artillery squadrons were wiped out, leaving nearly forty trucks and twelve howitzers, and even wounding and injuring two US military advisers.

The seizure made the three-four-five group who had been forced to go home excited, but the problem was that the whole group could not find enough drivers who could drive.

At present, the U.S. military planes cannot be dispatched, but as long as the U.S. military forces at dawn will inevitably send them. If not transferred immediately, these precious vehicles and artillery could not be kept at all.

For a soil-army army whose "wrong handles" are all treasures, these nearly forty trucks and twelve artillery pieces are just as dazzling as Jinshan. If you can't keep it, it will be sad.

Many vehicles were damaged during the day's fighting, and the ‘old machine gun’ hurried to find a way to repair it. Zhou Qingfeng saw the battalion commander of the 3rd, 5th, 4th Regiment and the 3rd Battalion, and the trainers frowned at the scene-the driver is a technician, even if it is a very popular profession in the 1970s and 80s, let alone now.

I heard that there were still people driving in my camp. The camp commander and the instructor met Zhou Qingfeng in person and thought about a few words of encouragement-even if they couldn't keep all the trucks, half of them would be fine.

You must know that the commander is now leading the battle, and the problem of how to keep the artillery of these vehicles is left to the three battalions of the reserve team. But this problem is a trouble for others, but Zhou Qingfeng has an idea.

Well, this opportunity for performance is just around the corner!

"Campmaster, I have a way to keep all the trucks and cannons." When it was time to perform, Zhou Qingfeng never let go. He lifted his head and stood upright, packing his tickets in a calm and confident manner.

The battalion chief heard that the young big man in front of him said that there was a way, his eyes were bright. He hurried forward two steps, and Shen Sheng said, "What's your name? Which is it?"

"Everyone is in a second row and a second row. Everyone calls me Zhou."

"Big Zhou? You're the guy who scratched your head and smashed into the enemy's defense line today? I saw you at the command post, and you were running fast enough!

If you can keep the truck artillery, I will ask the regiment to write you a third-class work. "The instructors in the battalion have begun to promise rewards. Dozens of trucks and twelve artillery are all supplies that the volunteers are in short supply, which is enough for a third-class job.

Zhou Qingfeng, pretending to scratch his head, said: "I never thought of third-class work, but if you can keep these cars, can you give us eight points?"

"Good boy, he is even more anxious than us, and he must be keeping an eye on these cars." As long as he can solve the problem, the local army officer is not afraid of the soldiers' conditions. The battalion commander immediately agreed: "As long as you can drive these trucks, others can steal from you?"

"Hey, hey ... I never wanted these cars." It's not that Zhou Qingfeng doesn't want trucks. This kind of baby must be handed over to the Volunteer Command for distribution. Where can he get it? And I asked for a car, where can I find gasoline? Ca n’t break for hundreds of kilometers?

"I think there are a lot of beautiful equipment in the seizure today. Can you get some to equip us, even if it is equipped with a platoon." Zhou Qingfeng still remembers his beautiful equipment, the Japanese equipment is really a daddy It's time to get rid of it.

The battalion commander and the trainer looked at each other, but did not agree directly, but asked: "What's your idea first?"

"I think there should be a lot of drivers in Nanbang prisoners today?" Zhou Qingfeng threw out his own solution.

But the camp chief sighed and said, "We have captured thousands of captives, but the screening work has just begun. There were a few Korean speakers in the camp, but there was no way to find out those Nanbang drivers before dawn. "

"I can speak Korean and I can drive. I know that drivers are different from ordinary soldiers. Let me go around the captives and make sure to find a few who can drive." Zhou Qingfeng still has the ability to do this. ~ Www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The current trouble of the Three Battalions is that it is difficult to communicate with the Nanbang captives. But Zhou Qingfeng, a bug-like person, emerged, and the problem was immediately solved.

Both the camp commander and the political commissar were overjoyed, and immediately led Zhou Qingfeng to the temporary camp where the captives were being held. During the day's battle, the two battalions of the Sixth Division of the South Battalion were annihilated, hundreds of people were killed and wounded, and thousands were captured.

Due to the darkness, a few bonfires were lit in the camp. All the captives were sitting on the ground, the flickering light reflecting their dull and numb faces. Because the volunteer army gave the prisoners preferential treatment, they did not embarrass them except disarming them. After Zhou Qingfeng came, he walked around the prisoners with a smile.

"I need a group of drivers now, as well as a variety of technical personnel. Limited places, please come out and sign up."

"No one stood up? Do you want to be sent to Beibang prison of war camps, or stay here? Let me tell you how Beibang cleans up you traitors and American running dogs?"

"Think about how many North Korean soldiers and civilians you killed along the way. How do you think your fellow citizens will deal with you?"

"You must know the preferential policies of our volunteers. If you want to go home safely, choose a way."

Compared with the persuasion of the volunteer army, Zhou Qingfeng threatened to lure together. As he preached among the prisoners of war, he singled out those well-maintained prisoners one by one for identity.

Nanba did not pay attention to the equality of officers and soldiers, and several officers were soon asked by Zhou Qingfeng. As long as he has a hard hand, steel will yield. And when you get the job, the next thing is much simpler.

When Zhou Qingfeng found the seventy to eighty Nanba officers, telegraphers, and drivers from more than one thousand prisoners of war, the three battalion battalion commanders and instructors outside the prisoner of war immediately clapped and laughed. (To be continued.)