Rise of the Wasteland

Sitting in a half-track troop carrier, Old Zhao felt the strength of the US military. A few kilometers of road will run in ten minutes, much faster and more comfortable than climbing a mountain ditch. Sitting in the car, he didn't even care where Zhou Qingfeng was going to take him?

Before the Ninth Regiment entered the DPRK, they were preparing to liberate Treasure Island. They were training in South China. They did not expect that they would be transported by train to North Korea to withstand the cold baptism—temperatures of minus thirty to forty degrees. What was it like?

Without enough cotton coats, soldiers generally frostbite; they cannot fire, soldiers can only eat potatoes that are frozen like stones, they have diarrhea, and then they have a dilemma; even they have difficulty sleeping, they can only spread the quilts on On the snow, the soldiers crowded to warm themselves.

The reconnaissance company where Lao Zhao was working was even harder. He can persist until now, relying solely on his strong will.

In the dark, he took the initiative to say hello to Zhou Qingfeng, why is it that Lao Zhao can't go on and can only ask for help? But getting on this tank platoon car is really different-it turned out to be so comfortable!

The semi-tracked personnel carrier has a canvas shed that shelters from the wind and rain. There is a kerosene heater in the car, which is burning hot, and my heart is warm. There are still a few cans on the heater. They are field food brought by the US military team. They contain biscuits, luncheon meat, sugar and smoke.

The hot cans were given to the old Zhao first. A bearded squad leader also advised: "Eat, know that you are harder than us. Americans, don't be polite!"

Lao Zhao also wanted to quit one or two, but his stomach was really uncomfortable. The heated lunch meat was sprayed with incense and incense, which made people appetite. "I haven't eaten well for a few days. I'm really hungry, but I'm really welcome."

With the boiling snow water, Lao Zhao was gobbling. The bearded squad leader had to persuade him to eat slowly and be careful to support his stomach. Sudden overeating under extreme hunger can kill people.

The warmth of eating and the warmth of wearing, Lao Zhao came to spirit. However, the soldiers in the tank platoon in the car all hurry up to rest, eat something and sleep. He was full of doubts, but think about it-forget about it-despite his so much, I also rest, rest well to fight.

After a few minutes of rest, the convoy had returned to the American position in ancient soil.

The U.S. military sentry on the way watching the ‘U.S. convoy’ on the way to the tank was not at all difficult. They only asked the commander of the turret that he could not see clearly on the turret, and asked for the troop number and name, and then saluted.

For Zhou Qingfeng, who is familiar with the history of warfare, he knows the US military better than the US military. The Battle of Changjin Lake is a subject that has been studied repeatedly in the historical circles. Many historical materials are completely from the Americans who experienced the war.

Reporting the troop number and the name of his ‘chief’, Zhou Qingfeng drove the M4A3E8 tank into the U.S. Army ring position in ancient soil. The so-called 'circle position' is not a large circle building a wall, but a large number of fortifications and cross fires that occupy several hills and roads around the ancient soil.

These positions are all wrong with the outside. As long as they are mixed into the positions, Zhou Qingfeng is relieved. However, even the night marching and fighting over mountains and mountains consumed a lot of time. It is already four o'clock in the morning, and you must speed up whatever you do.

The ancient soil is a river beach formed by the impact of a river. The main force and a large number of troops of the US Army Corps are here. There are marines, tanks, artillery, motors, and logistics and medical personnel.

It's not like Yunshan here, Zhou Qingfeng dare not provoke the enemy's army. He came to look for diesel, and the goal was naturally the car transport team.

"Hi ..., I'm looking for Company C of the First Automobile Transportation Battalion, where are they?" Zhou Qingfeng asked the US sentry on the side of the tank turret in a carefree manner.

Where did the U.S. sentinel think of this tank that landed in the army? The guy wearing the U.S. military uniform is actually the enemy? The opponent gave Zhou Qingfeng directions without thinking much.

Inside the half-track vehicle, the old soldiers who saw the rest of the tanks grasped their weapons tightly, but it was natural and free to fool the enemy Zhou Qingfeng. He couldn't help laughing: "Your platoon leader is really capable. He speaks English fluently, and Americans have no way to see through."

"It's dark and cold. Everyone has wrapped himself tightly. Who cares to check a group of" own people "who have been checked?" The bearded squad leader replied. As the situation eased, he stretched out his hand again, "I'm a squad leader, and everyone calls me 'Old Machine Gun'."

"My surname is Zhao. Others call me 'Zhao glasses', but now my glasses are gone." Old Zhao also shook hands, which is a bit closer.

Zhou Qingfeng's convoy continued to advance in the enemy's hinterland, and finally found the so-called 'C Company'. Suddenly a team of sentries ran over and shouted at the convoy. He was on the leading tank, but his convoy had more than a dozen vehicles, and the sentry was at the rear of the vehicle where the old machine gun was located.

The U.S. sentry stuck in the back of the carriage was stunned, ‘old machine gun’ and others were stunned. The two sides are simply talking to each other. In front of Zhou Qingfeng, it was too late to respond, and when he was about to help, Lao Zhao, who was also wearing US military uniforms, opened his mouth.

"Okay, okay, we know. You can get out of here, don't find it unpleasant here. We blew the cold wind all night, but we are very angry now." Lao Zhao's tone was extremely impatient, and he didn't dare to face right Look at those US sentries, they can only cover up with disdain.

The U.S. army sent out the squadron with a few words of shouting, and the 'old machine gun' slowed down and grabbed Lao Zhao's shoulders, and asked in surprise: "Do you understand the American bird language? What are they talking about?" "

"Those sentries said we couldn't park here, and asked us to leave immediately. I scolded them and ignored them." The old Zhao Xiaoxiao replied: "I'm a scout company ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ No two How do the brushes mix? "

‘Old machine gun’ laughed, and quickly reported to Zhou Qingfeng in the walkie-talkie, “The platoon leader, we picked up a treasure.‘ Zhao glasses ’speaks bird language and is a cultural person.”

Zhou Qingfeng, the former leader of the team, breathed a sigh of relief. He has always spoken a foreign language in the team, which is extremely inconvenient when sneaking into combat. Now he finally has a helper. Think about all those who are capable of reconnaissance. They are determined to return to the army to leave a few old Zhao.

Driven away from the whistle, Zhou Qingfeng jumped out of the tank and headed for the 'C Company' station. The US military engineers have already built simple houses and warehouses here. It was dark and windy, and most of the soldiers were sleeping. Except for a few sentries, the station was not even guarded.

Zhou Qingfeng walked to a sentry who was standing in the corner, kicked the other with his feet, and when he woke up, he scolded: "Do you want to freeze to death here?"

In front of me, I was just a junior soldier. When I saw Zhou Qingfeng's rank on the shoulder, he immediately shouted, "I'm sorry, sir. I'm too cold. I slept for a little while, and I swear I would sleep for a little while."

Looking at the US military dressed warmly and grilled by fire, Zhou Qingfeng didn't hit one place, "You feel very cold? Shouldn't I be frozen to death if I blow hair outside?"

"Sir, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" The second soldier was extremely frustrated. He talked and stomped his feet. He kept arguing, "I'm really too cold. I heard that the temperature dropped to minus forty degrees tonight. It's much colder than my hometown in Kansas. I can't stand it. "

"You don't need to apologize to me. I'm not your sir. I'm here to get supplies. Don't tell me there's nothing here, otherwise I'll be angry." Zhou Qingfeng, who was so arrogant, was very commanding, and he was waiting He flickered without telling the truth, easily led by his nose!

Too diao!