"I'm not going to fucking go to North Korea..." Before Zhou Qingfeng could say "North Korea", the scene in front of him changed. Just a moment ago, it was a bright and majestic media company office, but in the blink of an eye, it became a low and deserted office.
old streets.
Zhou Qingfeng was startled when he found that he was in a two-row column. In front of him and behind him were soldiers wearing cotton-padded clothes, leather hats, and carrying various equipment and weapons. He himself followed the team with mechanical steps.
As he moved forward, his eyes began to look left and right.
The sky was gray, it had rained before, and there was a lot of water on the ground. No one in the team spoke, and they kept marching silently through the water. The footsteps were neat and serious, but it made Zhou Qingfeng feel extremely depressed.
Damn it... what a scam! I really became a volunteer to resist U.S. aggression and aid Korea.
What the hell has I been thrown into? Could it be that I am going to Shangganling? - Zhou Qingfeng is no longer the stupid young man who came to New York. He has seen the horror of war, and he knows this about himself.
If you really have to face artillery fire, you will be blown to ashes.
While thinking wildly, Zhou Qingfeng began to touch the equipment on his body. He carried a 38-meter cover on his shoulder, a box of ammunition hanging on his belt, four grenades hanging on the back of his butt, and the rest was a kettle and towel.
That’s it, gone!
Just rely on this to prepare for a ghost war..., what a fucking trap!
Zhou Qingfeng just shouted loudly, which attracted the surrounding soldiers to look at him. Soon the squad leader ran over and cursed: "Big Zhou, what are you shouting? No noise is allowed in the marching ranks. Don't you understand this discipline?"
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"I..., I..." Zhou Qingfeng opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.
Soon another company-level officer came over and asked with a fierce face: "What happened? Who was screaming just now?"
The squad leader who was still scolding Zhou Qingfeng immediately excused him and said: "He is a newly enlisted soldier. This guy is very smart, has good marksmanship, and can run fast. He must be too excited to think about fighting."
No, I'm not excited at all, I'm scared - Zhou Qingfeng's expression makes him cry. This doesn't look like excitement at all.
When the officer heard that he was a newly recruited soldier, his expression softened and he said with relief: "Comrade, don't be afraid. The American devils are also human beings, and they are no more powerful than us. When we go to the battlefield, we must obey orders and follow orders. We will definitely win the battle."
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The officer and the squad leader gave a few lectures and left, but Zhou Qingfeng still had an expression on his face. Of course he knew that American devils were human beings, but their equipment was different.
Not to mention the overwhelming number of B-26s and B-29s, not to mention the aircraft carrier battle groups blocked off the coast of North Korea, not to mention the tanks and artillery rampant all over the place, there is a huge gap in the equipment of ordinary soldiers. The unified standard weapons of American soldiers are much better than those of volunteers.
The ragtag party is much better.
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 volunteers, 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 the river, and the momentum was extraordinary.
"Ah..., I'm on the Yalu River." Seeing the iconic railway bridge, Zhou Qingfeng knew for a moment that he should have been in Andong City. He was crossing the border, and North Korea was on the opposite side. "What time is it now?
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"Hey..., what day is today?" Zhou Qingfeng bumped a companion next to him with his elbow. Most of the soldiers in the queue were less than 1.7 meters tall. A man with a height of 1.8 meters like him was simply outstanding, but why?
There was also a big man beside him with a crooked machine gun on his shoulder.
The big man carrying the machine gun looked much older. Compared with the others in the team who only had rifles, the machine gun on his shoulder provided heavy firepower. When Zhou Qingfeng asked, he looked very proud and said with a simple and honest smile, "Today is October 19th.
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October 19th? Zhou Qingfeng knew little about history. He actually didn’t know much about the history of resisting the United States and aiding Korea. He really couldn’t think of anything special about this day. So he asked again: “What year is this year?”
"Fifty years." The big machine gun man continued.
On October 19, 1950, the Chinese People's Volunteers entered Korea to join the war.
"Damn it, the fighting hasn't started yet!" Zhou Qingfeng suddenly felt relieved. Going to Ganling was two years later, and it's too early to worry about that now. And with his meager historical knowledge, he at least knew a thing or two about the early days of the Volunteer Army.
This battle was fought relatively smoothly.
"Ugh... I've been worried for so long." Zhou Qingfeng took a long breath and silently shouted to 'GOD': "I want equipment, bring me my 'mechanical exoskeleton', and
'Dogmeat'. With these two things, I'm not afraid anymore. 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, "Should I just rely on the 38-meter gun in my hand to fight against the American tanks and artillery?
Bar?"
Could it be that Yingjiang has cheated Yingjiang too many times, and Yingjiang is deeply resentful and wants to take revenge on me, so he deliberately threw me into such a purgatory-level dungeon. This is a big joke!
Zhou Qingfeng quickly checked his Japanese rifle again. It was well maintained, but it was too...
"What a good gun." The big machine gun man on the side saw Zhou Qingfeng pull the bolt crisply and admired sincerely, "I didn't have such a good thing when I joined the army. This is what the squad leader thinks of you for your accurate eyes and good marksmanship.
. Use it well, this gun is very powerful."
What a ghost! Zhou Qingfeng was embarrassed again and again. He wanted to say: I have never used such a bad gun. If you shoot and pull the bolt, the weak firepower is worse than a child peeing. At least give me an AK.
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Looking at the bullet box, there are only a hundred rounds of bullets in it. This is already considered in the volunteer army. The most special thing is the bayonet hanging on the waist. It is long and thin, and breaths of cold air, but Zhou Qingfeng has never used this thing.
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"Stop playing around, or you'll get scolded again." Seeing that Zhou Qingfeng had been checking his weapons, the big machine gun guy reminded him.
In the end, Zhou Qingfeng touched the half-dried grain bag and looked worried again. Although he had not yet reached the desperate situation in Shangganling, the situation in front of him was still extremely bad. The United States now has the largest military power in the world, and there is no one in the world.
Can fight against it - except for flower growers.
But today's flower growers have nothing but a pioneering and fearless high-spirited spirit. They are so poor that they are wearing pants!
After entering the DPRK for several days, Zhou Qingfeng finally figured out the team he belonged to - the 354th Regiment of the 118th Division of the 40th Army of the Volunteer Army. He was an ordinary soldier in the 8th Company of the 3rd Battalion, which was a light infantry company.
Machine guns and mortars were strengthened by superiors during the war, and the others were only rifles and grenade launchers.
After entering North Korea, the whole atmosphere was completely different. The roads were full of people fleeing north, and it was difficult for the troops to move forward. Looking at the volunteers heading south, the North Korean refugees looked at them strangely.
Among the refugees were members of the Korean People's Army who had fled. An officer of the People's Army was so excited when he saw the volunteer army that he ran over to greet them, "Finally you are here, and now we are saved. The Americans are so awesome, you can lead them."
How many planes are coming? How many tanks? How many artillery pieces?"
The officers and soldiers of the Volunteer Army shook their heads.
"You only have this little equipment?" The officer of the People's Army was suddenly stunned. After shaking hands, he stood by the roadside and stared at the army that kept moving southward in silence, and finally disappeared at the end of the road along with the flow of people fleeing north.
"Fuck! We came to help you fight the American devils, but you weaklings ran away." Looking at the escaping figure, Zhou Qingfeng cursed secretly. But when he looked at the team that continued to advance at a determined pace, he felt like breathing