It took less than three minutes to wait until the South Base soldiers in the woods figured out the situation, and they immediately lost the will to fight.

It is impossible to break through. Two personnel carriers equipped with heavy machine guns outside stared at each other. Cross-firing can kill half of the soldiers. Escape in a scattered way? At that time, the whole mountain will burn up. How many can they run? There is no need to think too much about it, and the only way out will be surrender.

The soldiers of the South Baseball No. 70 took off their coats and walked out of the woods under the leadership of the command lieutenant. The more than 30 rustic bulls who were guarding outside were all happy.

"Oh, my god! We won, we really won."

"These enemies are so indifferent, with several times more people than us, and they actually make us win so easily."

"Looking at their trembling looks, they are obviously scared."

Seeing that the one who defeated him turned out to be a group of informal rustic logistics personnel, the lieutenant from the South Base who took the lead was really crying. "We just don't want to continue fighting for peace. We are not trembling in fear, but trembling in the cold."

In the middle of winter, all the prisoners of the South Base not only have to hand over their weapons, but also take off their clothes and only their underwear, which are both humiliating and uncomfortable. A party member who led the team reminded Zhou Qingfeng: "Is this a violation of the prisoner's policy?"

"The number of prisoners is several times higher than ours. Not only are we not enough prisoners, but we almost don't even have enough ropes to tie people. Let them be honest when they are frozen." Zhou Qingfeng has always been pragmatic. He only has only a handful of people. If he wants to eat such a large number of prisoners, he has to think of some solutions.

There were more than 40 cars in the entire South Base Supply Station, except for a few that were damaged during the battle, there were more than 30 cars. In addition to those Zhou Qingfeng had and captured before, he actually had more than 50 cars, which was not a small number in the hands of the volunteers.

"Sweep the battlefield, gather weapons, free up a few empty cars to guard the prisoners, and at the same time pick out the ones who can drive among the prisoners and treat them with preferential treatment." But no matter what, Zhou Qingfeng found that he could not take away all the cars immediately, and his staff was not even too many cars.

What is even more troublesome is that Zhou Qingfeng also found that he was only intercepting part of the supply station of the 7th Regiment of the South Base, and there were more than 200 logistics personnel from the South Base, rushing over with hundreds of trailers in the form of mules and horses.

The combat effectiveness of the group of people behind was even worse. A personnel carrier took more than a dozen militias and charged them with one charge.

"Fuck his mother, eat too much at once and you will be able to die of suffocation." Zhou Qingfeng wanted to swallow the entire Nanjian supply, but he found that his appetite was too big and he was afraid that it would cause trouble.

Before surrendering, the lieutenant of the South Baseball team had already informed the news of his attack on the radio station to the 7th Regiment of the South Baseball team. As long as the enemy wanted to survive, they would immediately send people to chase him. After all, this was all the supplies for the entire regiment, and there was no food or drink, so they would collapse without beating them.

But the 118th Division also lacks food and drink, and the Volunteer Army has even greater difficulties.

The Nanbain Supply Institute surrendered too quickly. In addition to the blown-up part, there was still a lot of food, ammunition, gasoline and other supplies. It was impossible to make Zhou Qingfeng give up just those boxes of US military field rations.

The US military is always big-handed. Things can leak out from the cracks in the fingers of the rich man, which can make the poor volunteers drool in their eyes.

In addition to dozens of tons of food enough to supply a regiment of food, there are also a large number of weapons and ammunition in the convoy. Especially the 105 mm grenade, which is even more enviable. Two hundred grenades are already firepower that can be used for combat at the division level.

Thinking about the tens of thousands of officers and soldiers of the 118th Division were hungry and frozen in the snow. Zhou Qingfeng gritted his teeth and said to his subordinates: "Don't care about ammunition for now, we will send the grain to the division. We have a map and a guide, and we probably know where our troops are. It won't take long to drive faster."

Everyone had no objection to this and quickly organized more than 30 trucks and corresponding personnel to get on the road. It is now seventeen o'clock in the afternoon, and even at night, they have to send them to the volunteers. As for the remaining trucks, ammunition, weapons and equipment and prisoners...

"Let the remaining vehicles and supplies be hidden in the nearby woods first. Take away all the clothes of the prisoners and tie them up. If they stay in the truck, they will not be able to blow the cold wind and will not be frozen for a while. If they break free and want to escape, they will die faster." Zhou Qingfeng said.

However, several party members did not agree with this idea, "The enemy will definitely send someone to chase this batch of supplies. If you keep the things, you will still be taken back by the enemy.

Otherwise, it would be better to destroy these ammunition and trucks. It would be great to get more than thirty trucks of food. We can’t get the rest, and the enemy won’t even think about it.”

The necessary choices on the battlefield are inevitable, but Zhou Qingfeng is unwilling to spit out the flesh that is in his mouth. He also wants to have higher military achievements and achievements, and he knows that the future life of the Volunteers will become more and more difficult. If more good things are seized, the soldiers will sacrifice less.

"I'll find a way to solve the problem of stopping the enemy. You can leave and find the troops. It's going to dark soon. The US military's planes should not be dispatched, and the troops of the South Baseball team were also left behind. No one should stop you."

"We're going to find the troops, don't you go with us?"

"Of course I have to stay and save this batch of supplies, so you drive quickly and send the supplies over, so that the troops can send people to pick them up immediately."

"Wait..., are you going to stay alone?"

"certainly."

Several party members thought Zhou Qingfeng was crazy. The country bumpkin always focused on mobile warfare, because he was too weak and he would be done if he was guarding a place. However, Zhou Qingfeng had to stay and guard this batch of supplies, which was equivalent to sitting and waiting for the enemy to come to the door.

But these days, the locals are too poor, and several party members are reluctant to leave those precious vehicles, firearms, shells, etc. The matter of using human lives to exchange for supplies is not uncommon at present. If Zhou Qingfeng wants to stay, they can only think that this young man is trying to make a contribution with fearless sacrifice.

"Young man, it's a good thing. But you have to be careful by yourself. If you really can't stand it, you'll retreat. It's not embarrassing."

"Yes, materials are important, but it is more important to preserve the vitality."

"Be smarter in the war, let's go first."

After confirming that Zhou Qingfeng stayed, more than 30 other members of the convoy immediately left against time. Because they knew that they would find the troops earlier and would come back to save the brave young man as soon as possible.

Zhou Qingfeng, who stayed behind, looked at his watch, took more than an hour to deal with prisoners of war and organize a convoy. It was already eighteenth of eighteen before nightfall, and the sun was about to set.

After eating a few K meals from the Americans, I carried the "Garland" made by the Americans, and put the "Browning" pistol and MK2 grenade on my waist. Zhou Qingfeng stood on a mountain and looked at the winding road among the mountains, thinking to himself: It seems that it is going to have a night battle.
Chapter completed!