Onjeong-ri is a valley where the Jiulong River meanders through. There are farmlands on both sides of the river bank. A road passes along the valley, and on both sides of the road are the rugged mountains common in northern Korea. This is a good place for an ambush.
The mountain ridge is covered with withered grass and trees, and a thin layer of snow covers it. Zhou Qingfeng followed his comrades from the 354th Regiment and ambushed here. At this moment, his ten fingers were all red from the cold. After entering the position, he was so tired that he almost didn’t want to think about it.
Get up, wishing you could eat and drink and have a good sleep.
This is so fucking miserable! It’s so inhumane. The emperor has no shortage of hungry soldiers, but the country bumpkin draws a cake and encourages the soldiers to get high-spirited and scream. And this cake is not a good thing, it is actually a war!
Zhou Qingfeng looked at the comrades around him who were also extremely tired but excited, and kept thinking in his heart: Are our revolutionary ancestors like this? Are they too stupid or am I too stupid? If I hadn't been forced to have no choice, I would definitely follow Chang Gong across the sea to enjoy the blessings.
Okay, why bother yourself like this?
Just when Zhou Qingfeng was about to doubt his life, the squad leader came up to him, patted him on the shoulder and praised: "Well done, Big Zhou. You took the initiative to help your comrades march and contribute your own abilities to the victory."
You must continue to work hard later, shoot accurately, and don’t let the chain slip!"
Zhou Qingfeng could only respond with a silly smile, but his heart was as painful as eating coptis. He had never imagined such a painful battle. In the past, I read that the volunteers had won one victory after another, but now they have not fought a single battle, just marching.
It almost dragged Zhou Qingfeng to death.
The twenty-year-old squad leader had a gray face. It could be seen that he was very tired, but he took the time to do the pre-war mobilization work. There were ten people in the class, divided into three combat groups. Zhou Qingfeng was a recruit, although he was already a
He is a party activist, but he is still in the probation period and can only be a member of the lowest level.
During the break, Zhou Qingfeng took the time to eat something. He was able to eat. Even in the most miserable period of the wasteland, he was never hungry. It can even be said that he ate better than when he was a diao silk in the past.
But now the dry food bag only contains fried soybeans. This small snack is very interesting, but if you eat it all the time - whoever dares to say that 'Sparm' is unpalatable in the future, Zhou Qingfeng will spit in his face!
In order to have some strength for the battle, Zhou Qingfeng ate all the fried soybeans in the dry food bag. Then he stared at the deserted dirt road in the river valley and cursed secretly: "The King of Heaven is coming soon, I will
I have to go up and eat a piece of meat, otherwise I will starve to death."
It was around ten o'clock in the morning on October 25, 1950, and the 2nd Regiment of the 6th Division of Nanbang was setting off from the small town of Onjeong to Beizhen, both of which were inconspicuous small place names in North Korea.
Captain Xian of the Second Regiment received a report from his subordinates in his command vehicle. It was said that he had found signs of the appearance of the Chinese Communist Army, but his boss, Commander Jin, reassured him - the Americans did not find any special enemy situation.
It is impossible for the Chinese Communist Army to go to war.
Now that the war has reached the Yalu River, the Americans feel that the flower growers have missed the best opportunity to send troops, so they can only admit the fait accompli that Beibei has been defeated. From now on, the military power of the United States will be able to block Rabbit's doorstep.
Always keep an eye on the industrial base in Northeast China.
Now, although Commander Xian received signs of the emergence of the Chinese Communist Army, he recognized the American judgment. He may have encountered hundreds or thousands of volunteer combatants, and it is impossible to change the situation of the war. Besides...
"I have a regiment of more than a thousand people, fully equipped with all weapons and equipment, cars, armored vehicles, and artillery. There is also the invincible U.S. Air Force cover above my head. Why should I be afraid of mere harassment by the Chinese Communist Army?"
Commander Xian thought so and did the same thing. He asked the whole regiment to advance in combat formation, with the purpose of clearing out all the remaining Beibang forces encountered. And he had a total of three battalions, and they just broke into the Volunteer Army with such arrogance.
The ambush circle of the 354th Regiment.
"There are actually such stupid people in the world?" Zhou Qingfeng didn't believe his eyes when he saw the enemy appearing in front of him in a car.
Have you ever seen a truck towing twelve howitzers serving as the vanguard? Yes, artillerymen serve as the vanguard! It’s unheard of, and that’s what Nan Bangzi did.
Not only were the artillery at the vanguard, but they were also followed by more than 20 trucks carrying baggage and infantry. They just staggered in front of the soldiers of the 354th Regiment.
"Oh..., I'm so happy!" Zhou Qingfeng was so happy, "I hope I will meet such stupid enemies in the future. I'm so damn happy. God, please give me more in the future.
Send this kind of enemy commander to spawn monsters for me."
Rumors circulated in the future among the Rabbit family's army that after so many years of fighting, they were the most useless Nanbang army they encountered when they first entered the court. They were really useless at their level, at their height, and at a certain level.
Realm. No matter what time, the puppet army supported by Yingjiang always has no combat effectiveness.
"Great, I like this kind of opponent." The 38 rifle in Zhou Qingfeng's hand was already thirsty. He moved his fingers desperately to get the blood flowing so that he could shoot more flexibly.
"No fighting, let them pass." The squad leader sent an order from his superiors, "There are still three, five, and three regiments waiting behind."
"What? Don't fight!" Zhou Qingfeng watched helplessly as the fish belly slipped away in front of him, feeling helpless. "It's so sad that I won't eat such a big piece of meat."
The Third Battalion of the Second Regiment of the Sixth Division of the Nanbang Division just crossed the ambush circle where Zhou Qingfeng was, and then the Second Battalion behind them appeared in front of Zhou Qingfeng and others. At this time, more than a thousand enemies as opponents were scattered on the road for several kilometers.
There is no way to respond before and after.
The enemy has already entered the ambush pocket, and it is easier to fight if the troops are dispersed. Zhou Qingfeng looked at the enemy infantry advancing on foot from behind, and his mood calmed down, "There is no sense of accomplishment in bullying such an opponent!"
When all the enemies entered the ambush circle, Zhou Qingfeng finally received the long-awaited attack order. The squad leader said "hit", the rifle in his hand was firmly aimed at an enemy officer, and he pulled the trigger.
At this time, the enemy mobile troops that had been spared in the front had begun to exchange fire. The sound of gunfire was heard, and the enemy infantry behind them became alert. But in Zhou Qingfeng's view, this alertness was just standing there in a daze as a target.
There was a sudden burst of gunfire on the ambush position, and Zhou Qingfeng's first bullet hit the target's chest more than a hundred meters away. The bullet passed through the chest, but no special injuries could be seen.
The Nanbang officer was trying to repair his team, but he looked at his chest and fell down weakly. After Zhou Qingfeng fired once, he quickly pulled the bolt to extract the cartridge case, and then pushed the next bullet into the chamber.
There was a snap of a gun, followed by a clatter of the bolt. His movements were calm, his expression was calm, everything was extremely regular, each bullet destroyed an enemy, it was fierce and deadly.
The Commander of the Legion, who commands millions of people, controls the Caribbean, shocks the United States, and runs rampant in Canada, is showing off his power!