"I won't go to Korea..." Zhou Qingfeng said "North Korea" before he could shout out, the scene in front of him changed. The media company office, which was still bright and grand just now, became a low and deserted old street in the blink of an eye.

Zhou Qingfeng was shocked and found himself in a row of columns, wearing cotton coats, leather hats, and tied up soldiers with various equipment and weapons. He also followed the team with mechanical steps, but his eyes began to look around.

The sky was dark, it had rained before, and there was a lot of water on the ground. No one spoke in the team, and he kept moving forward silently while stepping on the water. The footsteps were neat and serious, but Zhou Qingfeng felt extremely depressed.

Damn..., I'm cheating! I have really become a volunteer soldier to resist the U.S. and aid Korea.

I'm thrown to somewhere? Could it be that I'm going to Shangganling? Zhou Qingfeng is no longer the naughty young man who came to New York. He has seen the horror of war and knows that his ability is really going to be blown to ashes if he really has to face artillery fire.

While he was thinking about it, Zhou Qingfeng began to touch his equipment. He was carrying a 38-sized lid on his shoulders, a box of bullets hung on his armed belt, four grenades hung from his butt, and the rest were kettles and towels. That was all, it was gone!

Just rely on this to fight a ghost war... It's so fucking trick!

Zhou Qingfeng just shouted loudly, which attracted the soldiers around him to see him. Soon the squad leader ran over and cursed: "Big Zhou, what are you calling? The marching line is not allowed to make noise. Do you understand this discipline?"

"I..., I..." Zhou Qingfeng opened his mouth, and he didn't know what to say.

Soon another company-level officer ran over and asked with a treacherous face: "What happened? Who was screaming just now?"

The squad leader who was already scolding Zhou Qingfeng immediately exonerated him and said, "He is a new soldier. This kid is very smart, has good shooting skills and runs fast. He must be too excited to think about fighting."

That's not, I'm not excited at all. I was so scared that Zhou Qingfeng's expression was about to cry. No matter how you look at it, it's not exciting.

When the officer heard that he was a new soldier, his face calmed down and comforted him: "Little comrade, don't be afraid. The American devils are also human beings, no more powerful than us. If you go to the battlefield to obey orders and obey commands, we will definitely win the battle."

The officer and the squad leader left after a few words of a lesson, but Zhou Qingfeng still looked hard to see his home. Of course, he knew that the American devils were also human, but the American devils' equipment was different.

Not to mention the overwhelming b-26 and b-29, not to mention the aircraft carrier battle groups blocking the coast of North Korea, not to mention the tanks and cannons that are rampant all over the ground, there is a huge gap in the equipment of ordinary soldiers. The unified standard weapons of the American soldiers are much better than the chaotic gatherings of the Volunteers.

God knows how Rabbit’s army pushed the front back to the 38th parallel? This is very unscientific!

However, these were not considered by the volunteer army, and the team continued to move forward. Zhou Qingfeng walked out of the deserted street just now, and suddenly an extremely open river appeared in front of him. A bridge spanned across the river, with extraordinary momentum.

"Ah..., I'm on the Yalu River." Seeing the iconic railway bridge, Zhou Qingfeng realized for a moment that he should have been Anton City just now. He is crossing national borders, and opposite North Korea is. "What is the time now?"

"Hey... what month is it today?" Zhou Qingfeng hit a companion next to him with his elbow. The soldiers in the queue were less than 1.7 meters tall. A man who was as 1.8 meters tall as him was just a tall crowd. But there was also a big man around him, carrying a crooked machine gun on his shoulder.

The big man carrying machine guns looked much older. Compared to the rest of the team, the machine gun on his shoulder was heavy firepower. After hearing Zhou Qingfeng's inquiry, he was very arrogant and smiled honestly, "Today is October 19th."

On October 19th? Zhou Qingfeng had a very little understanding of history. He actually didn't know much about the history of fighting against the US and aiding Korea, and he really couldn't think of any special thing about this day. So he asked again: "Which year this year?"

"It's been 50 years." The big machine gun continued.

On October 19, 1950, the Chinese People's Volunteer Army entered North Korea to participate in the war.

"Damn it, the battle hasn't started yet!" Zhou Qingfeng suddenly felt relieved. It was two years later that he had happened to Shangganling, and it was too early to worry about that. Moreover, with his lack of historical knowledge, he knew that the Volunteer Army's early first and second battles were relatively smooth.

"Ah... I'm worried for so long." Zhou Qingfeng breathed a long sigh and shouted to 'god' silently: "I want to equip my 'mechanical exoskeleton' and 'dog meat'. I'm not afraid of these two things. I can catch MacArthur and sing 'conquer'."

"Hey, hey,..., don't pretend to be dead." Zhou Qingfeng shouted silently for a long time, but there was no response from the bird fart. "Why would I just rely on the 38th bulb in my hand to fight with the American devil's tank cannon?"

Could it be that because I have cheated Eagle Sauce too many times, Eagle Sauce has a deep resentment and is deliberately throwing me into such a purgatory-level copy. This joke is a big deal!

Zhou Qingfeng quickly checked his Japanese rifle again. It was well maintained, but it was too...

"Good gun." The big machine gun on the side saw Zhou Qingfeng pulling the bolt crisply, and exclaimed sincerely, "I didn't have this good thing when I joined the army. This was the squad leader looked at you with a good marksmanship, so he gave it to you specially. If you use it well, this gun is very powerful."

Awesome! Zhou Qingfeng was embarrassed and embarrassed. He wanted to say: I have never used such a bad gun. Just use a shot and pull the bolt. The firepower is not as good as a child who is peeing. At least give me an ak!

Looking at the bullet box again, there were a hundred bullets inside. This was already calculated in the volunteer army. The most special thing was that the bayonet hung on the waist was long and thin, and it was cold, but Zhou Qingfeng had never used this thing before.

"Don't fiddle with it, otherwise you will be scolded again." Seeing that Zhou Qingfeng was checking his weapons, the machine gun reminded him.

Finally, Zhou Qingfeng touched the already shriveled grain bag and looked worried again. Although he had not yet reached the Jedi in Shangganling, the situation in front of him was still extremely bad. The US imperialist is the world's number one military force, and no one in the world can fight against it except the flower planter.

But now the flower planting family has nothing but a fearless and high-spirited momentum. They are so poor that they are as pants!

After several days in the court, Zhou Qingfeng finally figured out his team, the 354th Regiment of the 118th Division of the Volunteer Army of the 40th Army of the Volunteer Army. He was an ordinary soldier in the Third Battalion, and this was a light infantry company. Machine guns and mortars were reinforced by superiors during wartime, and the others were rifles and grenade launchers.

After entering North Korea, the whole atmosphere was completely different. The road was full of people fleeing north, and it was difficult for the troops to advance. Looking at the volunteers moving south, the North Korean refugees looked at them with strange eyes.

Among the refugees, there were fleeing Korean People's Army. An officer from the People's Army was extremely excited to see the volunteer army team and came to greet him, "I finally hope you, now we are saved. The Americans are so powerful. How many planes have you brought? How many tanks are there? How many cannons are there?"

The officers and soldiers of the Volunteer Army shook their heads.

"You have only this little equipment?" The officer of the People's Army was stunned. After shook hands, he stood on the roadside and watched the army that was constantly facing south in silence, and finally disappeared at the end of the road along the flow of people fleeing north.
Chapter completed!