Rise of the Wasteland

"Sir, do you have any approval for resupply?"

"Sir, have you got our company's permission?"

"Sir, you ..."

Although being flickered, the young soldiers guarding the warehouse asked a few words dutifully. But when Zhou Qingfeng confirmed that no one was around the warehouse, the soldiers were stunned and left aside like dead dogs.

Extremely cold temperatures do not distinguish between races. Although the US military has better cold protection clothing, it has also been frozen enough. Although the Changjin Lake has been launched and the volunteer army has cut off the road, the American army in ancient soil has not been actively attacked.

Except for the wandering whistle walking around in the ring formations throughout the ancient soil, no one ran out in the dark to pay attention to the transportation and warehouse being pried open.

As soon as Zhou Qingfeng waved his hand, several soldiers came down to take charge of the alert. The rest rushed into the warehouse to look for necessary supplies. "The priority is diesel, clothing, food, radio, drugs, explosives, ammunition. Move fast. We are running out of time. "

Tank soldiers can also be regarded as technical arms, and they are methodical under the command of Zhou Qingfeng. Old Zhao Xin joined the team, but he looked surprised everywhere. He came to Zhou Qingfeng and asked, "We just got into the enemy so easily? I really dare not think about it!"

"Do you think it's easy? If you didn't blow up the Watergate Bridge and draw out the American engineers, I wouldn't be able to get started. And as soon as the day dawns, the Americans will definitely find the situation over the Watergate Bridge and will come frantically our."

In order to rush time, even Zhou Qingfeng himself joined the moving team. Barrels and barrels of diesel trailers were taken out of the warehouse and loaded into the trucks of the convoy. The next thing was the clothes and sleeping bags distributed to the soldiers by the US military.

"The platoon leader, we only found six barrels of diesel, but a lot of gasoline. There were a lot of clothes and food, but nothing was found for explosives, medicines and radio." A tank soldier came to report.

Only six barrels? A barrel is only 150 or 60 liters, too few!

Zhou Qingfeng watched that there were several warehouse-like houses in other directions in the dark night, but he dared not run over and flip the boxes. He saw that it was close to five o'clock, and it was about to dawn. In the end, he could only decide to move a few more barrels of gasoline and then install time bombs on the remaining gasoline barrels.

Time bombs are small clocks with spark circuits and explosives. Zhou Qingfeng took a lot of tank equipment from the real world. Its small size and light weight make it perfect for destruction.

"Timed for half an hour, and then we go quickly." Although not too reconciled, there was no time for further delay. Zhou Qingfeng waved and stripped all the original captives into the warehouse, then quickly left with the convoy.

It is difficult to enter the US military position, and it is not easy to go out. When the convoy reached the road sentry, Zhou Qingfeng made up an excuse to send supplies to the front line. As a result, the officer of the sentry immediately called to his superiors and asked if there was such a supply team.

"The on-duty staff of the regiment said that no supply convoy was organized tonight, and that our road to the Shigiri Puri Division had been cut off, and the superior was organizing a task force to hit the road. You cannot leave now."

The sentry officer looked at Zhou Qingfeng in a turban with a skeptical eye. If it wasn't for the guy driving a tank, he would immediately raise an alarm. Even so, he asked, "I know the owners of a regiment of tank battalions. Who are you?"

Oh ... Damn it! Encountered a serious winter US military officers. Zhou Qingfeng sighed on the turret, and then grabbed the interphone in the tank and shouted, "Let's fire."

The turret of the M4 tank turned briskly over thirty degrees, with the muzzle pointing at the American soldiers blocking the road ahead. The American officer standing under the tank exclaimed immediately: "No ... stop!"

Boom ... A grenade hit the machine gun fort of the sentry, blowing up several American troops in the fort. The machine gun in front of the car also fired quickly, fluttering flesh and blood of the American soldier on the other side.

The troubled U.S. military officer was about to draw a gun from the holster, and Zhou Qingfeng had already shot a bullet in his head. Before the body fell to the ground, he urged in the walkie-talkie: "Diesel trucks go first, leave quickly and don't stay, I'll take care of the break."

With more than a dozen trucks driving bright lights, the tankers drove up the road quickly and disappeared into the night. After clearing the surrounding American soldiers, Zhou Qingfeng ordered the turret to turn back and asked the gunner: "Remember the big houses we just passed by?"

"Probably remember." The gunner adjusted his muzzle. "But the tank is not equipped with a night vision device. I can't see anything and may not hit."

"It's okay, let me correct it for you." Zhou Qingfeng took out the active infrared night vision device on his carbine. He turned the infrared searchlight to the maximum power, and shouted in front of the sight, "Test fire!"

The commander of the ancient tuli position is Colonel Pooler of the US Army Corps. This colonel is sleeping in his own room. He can sleep warmly in the cold winter, which is just heavenly enjoyment. But this enjoyment was interrupted by the sudden sound of gunfire.

"What happened?" His Excellency Colonel was awakened by the sound of cannons, drilled out of his sleeping bag, and his lieutenant stumbled into the room with a biting cold wind ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Hell, shut the door !! "

His Excellency Colonel was snoring, and the lieutenant shouted anxiously: "Sir, our sentry is being attacked."

"The army attacked us?"

"Not sure, but it should be."

The colonel hurriedly dressed, and suddenly heard a bang, and a cannonball landed nearby. Then he exclaimed with the lieutenant: "Hell, someone is shelling us."

The first round was relatively biased, but the second round was nearly missed. The next bullet rain was as follows, the more accurate it was.

Colonel Pooler even escaped from his house without even getting dressed. He shouted in a biting cold wind and cursed loudly: "Where is the enemy? Where is the enemy? You idiots can even be touched. We are firing. "

On several hills in the ring position in the ancient soil, the U.S. military who kept their positions were staring blankly at the fire in their nest. Only the sharpest soldiers could see that the enemy was firing on the road exiting their positions.

"The enemy artillery is right in front of us, less than one kilometer away from us." The US forces on the hilltop position quickly mobilized the mortars to fire.

Realizing that his position had been exposed, Zhou Qingfeng ceased the fire immediately after firing more than a dozen artillery shells. He urged the driver again: "Walk around, we leave here. The engine horsepower is maximized, now is the time to escape."

A 500-horsepower diesel engine began working desperately, and the tank moved quickly on the dirt road. The turret of the tank still pointed to the rear, and the gunner started shooting at the ancient tuli beach behind him without any aim.

At this time Colonel Pooler was able to breathe a little bit. He yelled furiously at his subordinates: "No matter who attacked us? Give me a counterattack immediately, counterattack! Never let him escape."