"Sir, do you have an approval document to apply for supplies?"

"Sir, have you obtained the permission from our company commander?"

"Sir, you...????"

Although he was fooled, the lieutenant who was guarding the warehouse still asked a few questions. But when Zhou Qingfeng confirmed that there was no one around the warehouse, the lieutenant was knocked out like a dead dog and threw it aside.

Extreme cold and low temperatures do not distinguish between races. Although the US military has better cold-proof clothing, it is also very cold. Although Changjin Lake has started to fight and the volunteers cut off the road, the US military in ancient soil has not been actively attacked.

In the entire ancient turret ring position, no one ran out to pay attention to the transportation and the warehouse was pried open.

Zhou Qingfeng waved his hand, and several soldiers immediately came down from the car to take charge of the warning. The rest rushed into the warehouse to find necessary supplies. "The priority is diesel, clothing, food, radio stations, medicines, explosives, and ammunition. We should move quickly, and we don't have much time."

Tank soldiers are also technical troops, and they worked in an orderly manner under Zhou Qingfeng's command. Old Zhao Xin joined this team and was surprised to see it. He walked to Zhou Qingfeng and asked, "We just broke into the enemy so easily? I really dare not think about it!"

"Do you think it's easy? If you hadn't blown up the Watergate Bridge and led to the American engineers, I would have no idea. And as soon as it dawns, the Americans would definitely see the situation on the Watergate Bridge and would come to us like crazy."

In order to seize the time, even Zhou Qingfeng himself joined the transport team. Buckets of diesel were transported out of the warehouse with a trailer and loaded into the convoy's truck. Next were the clothes and sleeping bags that the US military had allocated to the soldiers.

"Platform leader, we only found six barrels of diesel, but there were a lot of gasoline. There were also a lot of clothes and food, but I couldn't find explosives, medicines, radio stations, etc." A tank soldier came to report.

Only six barrels? One barrel is only 150 or 60 liters, which is too little!

Zhou Qingfeng looked at several houses that looked like warehouses in other directions in the dark, but he didn't dare to run over and rummage the cabinets at will. He saw that it was almost five o'clock and it was dawn soon. In the end, he had to decide to move a few more buckets of gasoline and then install a time bomb on the remaining gasoline barrels.

The time bomb is a small clock equipped with spark circuits and explosives. Zhou Qingfeng brought a lot of it from the real world as a tank equipment. It is small in size and light in weight, just for destruction.

"Time for half an hour, then let's go quickly." Although it was not too willing, there was no time to continue to delay. Zhou Qingfeng waved his hand and stripped all the original prisoners and threw them into the warehouse, and then took the convoy to leave quickly.

It is difficult to enter the US military position, and it is not easy to get out. Before the convoy drove to the road post, Zhou Qingfeng made up an excuse to send supplies to the front line. As a result, the officer at the post immediately called his superior to ask if there was such a supply team.

"The duty officer of the regiment headquarters said that no supply convoy was organized tonight, and the road to Xiajiewuli Division has been cut off. The superiors are organizing a task force to play the passageway. You cannot leave now."

The officer at the post looked at Zhou Qingfeng with a very suspicious look. If he hadn't seen the guy in front of him driving a tank, he would have immediately raised an alarm. But even so, he still asked: "I know everyone in the tank battalion, who are you?"

Oh..., damn it! When I met a big winter, I was extremely serious. Zhou Qingfeng sighed on the turret, then grabbed the telephone in the tank at hand and shouted: "Fire the gun."

The turret of the m4 tank turned briskly for more than 30 degrees, and the muzzle pointed at the US soldiers blocking the road ahead. The US officer standing under the tank immediately exclaimed: "No..., stop!"

Boom... A grenade hit the machine gun fortress at the sentry, blowing several US troops in the fortress into the sky. The machine guns in front of the vehicle were also about to open fire, dazing the US soldiers on the other side to the flesh and blood.

The US military officer who caused trouble was about to fire a gun from the holster, but Zhou Qingfeng had already shot a bullet on his forehead. Before the body fell to the ground, he urged in the walkie-talkie: "The truck carrying diesel is leaving first, leave quickly and don't stop, I'll be responsible for breaking the back."

More than a dozen trucks were driving the bright headlights and rushed onto the road under the driving of tank soldiers, quickly disappearing into the darkness. After clearing the US soldiers around, Zhou Qingfeng ordered the turret to turn back and asked the cannon leader: "Do you remember the several big houses we just passed by?"

"I probably remember." The gunman adjusted his muzzle, "but this tank was not equipped with a night vision device, so I couldn't see anything, and I might not hit it."

"It's okay, I'll correct it for you." Zhou Qingfeng took out the active infrared night vision device on his carbine. He turned the power of the infrared searchlight to the maximum, and his eyes were put in front of the scope and shouted: "Test shot!"

The commander of the Gutuli position was Colonel Puller of the 1st regiment of the 6th War of the US Army. At this time, the Colonel was sleeping heavily in his house. Being able to sleep warmly in the cold winter was simply a paradise enjoyment. But this enjoyment was interrupted by the sudden sound of cannons.

"What happened?" The Colonel was awakened by the sound of cannons and came out of his sleeping bag. His adjutant also stumbled into the room, carrying a biting cold wind, "Hehe, close the door!"

The Colonel was trembling with the cold, and the adjutant shouted anxiously: "Sir, our post is being attacked."

"The ** army attacked us?"

"Not sure, but it should be."

The colonel hurriedly put on his clothes, and suddenly he heard a bomb sound, and a shell landed nearby. He and his adjutant exclaimed in unison: "Hehe, someone is bombarding us."

The first shell was hit more and more, but the second one was hit and it was almost missing. The next round of bullets was as follows, and the more you hit, the more accurate it became.

Colonel Puller didn't even bother to put on his clothes and escaped from his house. He shivered in the biting cold wind and cursed loudly: "Where is the enemy? Where is the enemy? You idiots actually make people touch us and fire the fire."

On several hills in the circular position of Gutuli, the US troops who were standing at the post were staring blankly at the fire that was ignited by others in their nests. Only the sharpest soldiers could see that the enemy fired on the road at the exit of their positions.

"The enemy artillery is right in front of us, less than one kilometer away." The US military on the mountain position quickly mobilized the mortars to shoot.

Realizing that his position had been exposed, Zhou Qingfeng immediately ceased fire after firing more than a dozen shells. He urged the driver again: "Let's go, let's leave here. The motive horsepower is maximized, and now is the time to escape."

The 500-horsepower diesel engine began to work hard, and the tank was about to start on the dirt road. However, the tank's turret was still pointing to the rear, and the gunner began to shoot the Gutuli River beach behind him without any targets.
Chapter completed!