Rise of the Wasteland

"I never thought of running away." There were too many people still busy in the night, and Zhou Qingfeng didn't sleep at this meeting. Yunshan City has been under military control, and he and the members of the Sharp Knife Class have also been assigned to a small house, which is much better than the hard days of wind and food.

The best thing is that there is almost unlimited supply of meals. Compared to staying in the mountains around Yunshan and eating a can of Spam, you will be happy to die. The group of Zhou Qingfeng and his men is rare to open their belly. Eat.

The only pity is that it is too bad to eat for a long time. If you eat too suddenly, you will have indigestion. So everyone except Zhou Qingfeng must exercise restraint, otherwise it would not be a joke.

After the deputy squadron escorted the team and left, everyone in the sharp knife class felt that they should always accept it when they saw it. They have packed their backpacks, stuffed with all kinds of food and drink. But Zhou Qingfeng broke their mind with a word.

"Old machine gun" reminded: "Squad leader, what Andrew brought with the radio. He didn't reply, the Americans must be suspicious. We don't want to go now, but we won't be able to leave at dawn."

Zhou Qingfeng shook his head and said, "We are just a nail inserted into the heart of the enemy. How can we easily pull it out ourselves? I think the army will attack Yunshan tomorrow. We just play a huge role and come to a center to blossom."

"It is naturally good for us to play a role. But ..." Douding opened his mouth for a while, entangled in his heart and said, "The Americans are not so stupid. I'm afraid that we can't wait for our role to play. .

"I know what you worry about, don't you just worry that the major in charge of logistics notices that we have a problem?" Zhou Qingfeng smiled indifferently and shook his head and said, "I have my own plan."

Seeing his squad pretending to be so compelling, unfortunately no one continued to ask. Zhou Qingfeng's "coupling" can only reveal himself, "Let the major in the logistics department have no time to trouble us."

"Sneakly killed him?" ‘Old Machine Gun’ asked.

"Uh ..., it's easy to kill the other side and kill the other. I think it's better to let the other side have an emergency." Zhou Qingfeng smugly found a glass medicine bottle from his pocket.

"What's this?" ‘Dou Ding’ asked curiously.

"Where did I go to the military doctor to say I'm constipated, so I got this medicine." Zhou Qingfeng took a picture of the kerosene lamp in the room. "The label on it says it is the extract of medical rhubarb. It takes five minutes to take effect. Severe dehydration. "

Isn't this a laxative?

"I've been to Major Logistics, where I secretly poured a few pills into his coffee while chatting with him. When I left, the unlucky egg had covered his stomach and went to the toilet. He is not squatting in the toilet anymore. That is where they have been sent to the military doctor. "

Squad, you are really bad. Any idea can be thought out from your mind. This is the collective assessment of Zhou Qingfeng by the sharp knife class.

Diarrhea is a common disease on the battlefield, but constipation is also a common disease. The U.S. military medical drugs are equipped with a large number of such therapeutic drugs. After Zhou Qingfeng was proud, he also recalled, Youyou said, "I remember that there are many such medicines in the medicine cabinet of the military ambulance ambulance."

With that said, everyone in the sharp knife class in the room stared at the medicine bottle in Zhou Qingfeng's hand. "Dou Ding" responded the fastest and immediately said, "If it's breakfast tomorrow ..."

Zhou Qingfeng immediately shook his head, "No, no, no ... this thing works in five minutes, breakfast is not suitable, lunch or even dinner is better. And we should put more points to let those Yankees attack at the same time, this effect is the most effective OK. Um ... you all understand what I mean? "

The sharp knife class nodded collectively, all like chickens pecking rice. The "Old Machine Gun" even gave Thumbs Up to Zhou Qingfeng and sighed Shen Shen: "I have fought for so many years, and everyone has seen it, but you are the blackest of the squad leader."

Hahaha ... Zhou Qingfeng only smiled when he was bragging about himself. After just smiling, he said calmly again: "The Battle of Yunshan is about to begin. This battle must be extremely difficult. No matter what we do, the gap between the enemy and our forces is too great."

The enemy has a cavalry regiment of more than 3,000 people, equipped with more tanks and cannons than our army. There is also air support, and a heavy weight is dropped on the war balance. tomorrow…….

"I hope tomorrow ..." Zhou Qingfeng wanted to say, "Everyone is still alive," but the outlet said: "I hope everyone can fight without fear of sacrifice tomorrow. We must believe that our sacrifice is worth it."

Morale can't be discouraged! Originally in a disadvantaged position, there was no way out. When Zhou Qingfeng gritted his teeth, he decided not to be too kind.

If sacrifice cannot be avoided, then sacrifice must be valuable. Zhou Qingfeng said ruthlessly: "I'll get a batch of dynamite kits and blasting cans to form a team to fight tanks. Even at the critical moment, I will also provide convenience for the troops' attacks."

Whenever you need to fill your life, you need to fill it when you face the enemy tank. Because the US cavalry is riding a tank, the first division of the US cavalry is to fight the tank!

"Lecturer, just give an order."

"Squad, I don't frown when it's time to desperate."

"Squad leader, please be optimistic, we don't have any of them."

OK ... I can rest assured that morale is available.

Zhou Qingfeng was relieved to see that his subordinates were eating and drinking and howling just like the little tiger. He immediately set out and went to get some suitable equipment. Before leaving, he also commanded: "Stay two vigils, the rest take turns to rest, take a good sleep and prepare for a fierce battle tomorrow."

As soon as the daring and ardent Zhou Qingfeng left, the room where the sharp knife class was located was deserted for a few minutes. Everyone made their own beds and was ready to rest. In the process, "Dou Ding" suddenly said, "Are we really going to hit the tank tomorrow?"

"Of course." Someone answered.

"So can we really fight?" ‘Dou Ding’ asked again ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ This question is a bit heavy, and everyone cannot answer. The squad leader and deputy squad were all absent, and the "old machine gun" took over the management duties as a sergeant. He cursed "Dou Ding" viciously, "Can you kid not be so embarrassed? You must obey the order when you enter the battlefield, and you can't bear to think . "

"I'm not stingy." Douding whispered, "I just don't know what to do? I only saw the truck for the first time after joining the army, and watched the rumbling thing running, and I almost scared to urinate. . But now I know that compared to the tank, the truck is nothing.

When we hit the enemy tank camp during the day, I really pee. I haven't thought about how there can be such a moving iron golem in this world, and there are guns and machine guns in that thing. You just give me a dynamite pack, how can I blast that stuff? "

The sharp-knife squads in this statement are collectively silent, and ‘old machine gun’ does not know how to answer. He was so angry that he could not help but yell: "‘ Dou Ding, you ’re a puppet, you are a puppet, you are a puppet. '”

‘Dou Ding’ was scolded and tears fell, and no one in the class helped him out. No one knew how to say it. The little warrior who was wronged could only silently mutter in his heart: I'm not stingy, I really don't know how to fight a tank? (To be continued ...)