When talking about his tank, Zhou Qingfeng was so excited that he was like a child. For boys, being able to spend a lot of money like him to play real guns and cannons is something worth boasting.

Although the I-7, which was transformed by the "Lao Wujiu" technology, is old and old with a modern look, it will show its hideous face in the Korean War in 1950. Zhou Qingfeng is not afraid of spending money, nor does he need to spend his big toys for how long, so various very extreme functions are integrated.

But the queens just started to think that the tank was quite interesting, and they felt bored after a long time. The queen's husband who came to join in the fun was also very boring. If it weren't for being forced by Liu Zonghan, they wouldn't want to keep their smiles anymore.

Zhou Qingfeng felt this keenly. He shrugged and stopped introducing his baby tank, turned off the projector, threw down the PPT remote control and said, "Okay, I know you are not interested. Well..., it's time for me to find a place to have a meal."

It was eight o'clock in the evening, and it was the beginning of the night market. Zhou Qingfeng drove out to find food by himself. The queen and their husbands stopped following him because Mr. Zhou had a casual style of eating. He might find the most luxurious star-rated restaurant or the cheapest roadside stalls.

Today, Zhou Qingfeng invited an old screenwriter from the Bayi Factory to have dinner together. He had all kinds of troubles in the Battle of Yunshan before, but in fact, there were old screenwriters familiar with the entire history of the war. Otherwise, it would be difficult to grasp the key points of breaking the deadlock by relying on him to temporarily ate boring books.

The old screenwriter chose a small shop downstairs of his own residence. The father and the other sat down and ordered a few hot dishes and started discussing the Battle of Changjin Lake.

"The 9th Corps of the Volunteer Army fought against the 1st Marine Division of the US Army in Changjin Lake, which was so miserable. We fought more than 60,000 enemies but failed to achieve the goal of the battle. We lost more than 60,000 in just ten days, and the combat personnel were reduced by only 30,000, but frostbite and freezing deaths were more than combat personnel."

When talking about this fierce battle, the old screenwriter sighed. There were too many regrets in this battle, and it was interpreted by later generations in various ways, including sarcasm and even insults.

"There is no if in war. I know that many young people now feel that they are so great after reading some books, and their ancestors are too stupid. But those guys who only know how to talk nonsense can be exhausted to run for five kilometers. How can they understand strategies and war?" The old screenwriter sneered disdainfully.

Zhou Qingfeng asked sincerely: "If we want to save this battle, how should we start?"

The old screenwriter ate the beef and shook his head with a smile and said, "There is a reason why the war is like that. It is not that you can change it just by wanting to change. Do you think the old coaches who have been fighting for the rest of their lives in the past are stupider than you, and can't see the dilemma of the Ninth Corps at that time?"

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"If a particularly powerful tank platoon enters the battlefield, is there any way to turn the tables?" Zhou Qingfeng asked again.

The old screenwriter was amused, "Tank Platoon? Even if you have a tank division, it's useless. At that time, the Americans' strength was not because of a few more weapons, but because of the generation of the entire combat system. Do you think their planes are vegetarian? You don't dare to show up during the day if they can fight!

Besides, the biggest difficulty for the Volunteer Army to suffer such great losses at that time was the severe cold. If it weren’t for the cold weather at minus 30 degrees Celsius, maybe the First Land War Division would have been finished.”

Zhou Qingfeng may be able to fight wars, and he is really helpless with the weather. He can't help but feel a headache about the situation he will face next. The copies of the Korean battlefield are really harder than the other!

"War is not a game, you are not ready to fight again. You cannot pause, and you cannot feel a loss when you fight halfway through. When the enemy comes to the door, you have to fight. Just like the successful person in the world, you are not a soldier who pays a price?"

When the old screenwriter said this, he paused for a while, and then said, "You just said that if there was a powerful tank platoon, what would be the best thing to do? I have a solution that is not a solution.

The logistics of the Volunteer Army is ineffective and cannot be improved. If you want to bring the good and bad situations of both sides closer, then just ignore yourself and try your best to mix up the logistics of the US military. Americans are also humans, and they will collapse without food or drink. If the situation gets worse, they will be overwhelmed faster if they have never suffered."

Hey..., this is an idea!

But the problem is that the Americans' logistics must be heavily protected by heavy troops, and it is not that easy to destroy, right?

However, the old screenwriter provided Zhou Qingfeng with an idea. After all, in terms of breakthrough ability on the land battlefield, tanks must be the first. And he happened to have super powerful tanks, although there was only one platoon.

In the following days, Zhou Qingfeng began to carefully study the logistics system of the US military in the Battle of Changjin Lake, and his eyes were all on the material storage yard and roads of the First Landing Division. As time slowly passed, a month came.

Three I-7 heavy tanks and two engineering vehicles transformed from tank chassis were ready, and a reinforced tank platoon appeared on the Korean battlefield in the cold winter of 1950s. Zhou Qingfeng entered the dungeon again and immediately felt the bone-broken cold.

"My God, I wear single clothes for my hair?" Zhou Qingfeng remembered that he had been wearing a warm military uniform of US military wool.

Looking at the surroundings of ice and snow, the cold wind was blowing, and the members of the tank platoon prepared by 'god' for Zhou Qingfeng were right in front of him.

The original squad deputy became the platoon deputy, and the "old machine gun" became the squad leader. But everyone was wearing thin winter clothes, and their hair fell from snow in the low temperature of minus 30 degrees Celsius, and their breath turned into ice.

Zhou Qingfeng's tank platoon was a special structure he got by using a bug. Normally, each I-7 has five crew members, and after improvement, only four people are needed to drive and fight.

Taking advantage of the large space inside the electric-driven tank, Zhou Qingfeng learned from the Israeli "Mekava" and stuffed eight people in the transformation. These eight people can be expanded into two tank units when necessary, greatly enhancing his strength.

In addition to twice the number of personnel in the vehicle crew, Zhou Qingfeng also had two more engineering vehicles modified with the same chassis. The engineering vehicles did not have artillery and reduced armor, but they brought bulldozers, traction tools and large warehouses, which were specially used to transport ammunition to Zhou Qingfeng.

The construction vehicle also has two crew members. If necessary, Zhou Qingfeng can use his extra crew members to expand into a small tank company with ten tanks. But now, all the 40th crew members in Zhou Qingfeng's tank platoon are trembling in the cold wind.

"Damn 'god', he didn't even prepare his clothes for me. Do you want to freeze me to death?" Zhou Qingfeng's physique was trembling with the cold, not to mention the others. Everyone's face was ashen, and he felt that he would freeze to death at any time.

And this is not the biggest problem that Zhou Qingfeng encountered...

The platoon deputy took a step forward and said in a heavy tone: "Plane Commander, we are in big trouble. The diesel given to us by the logistics company was blown up halfway by the enemy's plane. All our tanks were out of fuel and could not be driven."
Chapter completed!