It took less than three minutes for the Nanbang soldiers in the woods to figure 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 are staring outside. Cross-fire can kill half of the soldiers. Scatter and escape? When they light a fire, the entire mountain will be on fire. How many can escape? Is it necessary?
If you think too much, the only way out is to surrender.
When the more than 70 Nanbang soldiers took off their coats and walked out of the woods under the leadership of the commanding lieutenant, the more than 30 country soldiers guarding outside went crazy with joy.
"Oh, my God! We won, we really won."
"These enemies are so inexperienced. Their numbers are several times greater than ours, but they actually allowed us to win so easily."
"Look at the way they are trembling, they are obviously scared."
Seeing that the one who defeated him turned out to be a group of irregular support staff, Lieutenant Nanbang who took the lead was really crying, "We just want peace and don't want to continue fighting. We are not shivering from fear, but from the cold."
Shivering."
In the dead of winter, all Nanbang prisoners not only had to hand over their weapons, but also had to take off their clothes down to their underwear. Every one of them felt humiliated and uncomfortable. A party member leading the team reminded Zhou Qingfeng: "Isn't this right?
Violating prisoner policy?”
"The number of prisoners is several times more than ours. Not only do we not have enough people to guard them, we almost don't have enough ropes to tie them up. Letting them suffer the cold will make them more honest." Zhou Qingfeng has always been pragmatic, so he only has this few people.
If you want to capture such a large number of prisoners, you have to think of some way.
There are more than 40 vehicles in the entire Nanbang Supply Depot. Except for a few vehicles that were damaged in the battle, there are still more than 30 vehicles. In addition to the ones that Zhou Qingfeng previously owned and captured, he actually has more than 50 vehicles in his possession. This is
The number of volunteers is not small.
"Clean the battlefield, gather weapons, free up a few empty vehicles to guard the prisoners, and select those who can drive among the prisoners for preferential treatment." But no matter what, Zhou Qingfeng found that he could not take away all the vehicles at once.
There are not even as many people as there are cars.
What was even more troublesome was that Zhou Qingfeng also discovered that what he had intercepted was only part of the supply depot of the 7th Nanbang Regiment. Behind him, there were more than 200 Nanbang logistics personnel driving hundreds of trailers in the form of mules and horses.
come over.
The combat effectiveness of the groups behind them was even worse. A troop carrier led a dozen militiamen and captured them in a single charge.
"Fuck you, eat too much at one time, you're going to die." Zhou Qingfeng wanted to swallow the entire Nanbang supply, but he found that he might get into trouble if his appetite was too big.
Before he surrendered, Lieutenant Nanbang had already reported the news of the attack to the headquarter of the Seventh Nanbang Regiment via radio. As long as the enemy wanted to survive, they would immediately send people out to pursue them. After all, here was all the supplies for the entire regiment, and there was no food or drink.
Yes, there is no need to fight them or they will collapse on their own.
But the 118th Division also lacked food and drink, and the volunteers faced even greater difficulties.
The Nanbang Supply Depot surrendered too quickly. In addition to the bombed parts, there was still a lot of food, ammunition, gasoline and other supplies left. It was really impossible for Zhou Qingfeng to give up just those boxes of U.S. military field rations.
The U.S. military has always been extravagant. If something leaks out from the fingers of a rich man, it can make the poor volunteers drool with greed.
In addition to dozens of tons of food that are enough to supply a regiment, there are also a large number of weapons and ammunition in the convoy. Especially the 105mm grenades, which are even more greedy. Two hundred rounds of grenades are already the firepower that can only be used in a division-level battle.
Already.
Thinking about the tens of thousands of officers and soldiers of the 118th Division suffering from hunger and freezing in the ice and snow, Zhou Qingfeng gritted his teeth and said to his subordinates: "Don't worry about the ammunition, let's send food to the division. We have maps and guides, and we probably know who we are.
Where are the troops? It won’t take long if you drive quickly.”
Everyone had no objection to this, and quickly organized more than 30 trucks and corresponding manpower to quickly hit the road. It was now 17 o'clock in the afternoon, and they had to be sent to the volunteers even at night. As for the remaining trucks, ammunition, weapons and equipment, and prisoners
What…….
"The remaining vehicles and supplies should be hidden in the nearby woods first. All the clothes of the prisoners have been taken away, and their hands and feet are tied up. If they stay in the truck, they won't be able to get the cold wind, and they won't freeze to death for a while. If they break free,
If you want to escape, you will die faster." Zhou Qingfeng said.
However, several party members did not agree with this idea. "The enemy will definitely send people out to chase this batch of supplies. If you leave the things behind, they will still be taken back by the enemy."
How about destroying these ammunition and trucks? It would be great to get more than 30 trucks of food. We can’t get the rest, and neither can the enemy.”
Necessary trade-offs are unavoidable on the battlefield, but Zhou Qingfeng is not willing to spit out the meat in his mouth. He also wants to have higher military exploits and results, and he knows that the lives of the volunteers will become more and more difficult in the future, so he must seize more good things.
A little, and the soldiers will sacrifice less.
"I will figure out a way to stop the enemy. You can leave and find the troops. It will be dark soon. The US military planes will not be dispatched. The Nanbang troops are also left behind. No one will stop you.
.”
"We're going to find the troops, why don't you come with us?"
"Of course I have to stay and protect this batch of supplies, so you have to drive faster and send the supplies there, and ask the army to send people to respond immediately."
"Wait...are you going to stay alone?"
"certainly."
Several party members felt that Zhou Qingfeng was crazy. The country bumpkins had always focused on mobile warfare. The reason was that they were too weak and would end sooner or later if they defended one place. But Zhou Qingfeng wanted to stay and guard this batch of supplies, which was equivalent to sitting and waiting for the enemy to attack.
Come to your door.
It's just that these days, the locals are too poor, and a few party members are reluctant to part with those precious vehicles, firearms, artillery shells, etc. It is not uncommon to exchange human lives for supplies. If Zhou Qingfeng wants to stay, they can only think that this young man is the leader.
We must make sacrifices with fearless spirit of sacrifice.
"Young man, that's great. But you have to be careful. If you can't bear it anymore, just retreat. There's no shame in that."
"Yes, supplies are important, but preserving our vitality is more important."
"Be smart in fighting, let's go first."
After confirming that Zhou Qingfeng was staying, more than 30 other people in the convoy raced against time to leave. Because they knew that the sooner they found the troops, the sooner they could come back to rescue this brave young man.
Zhou Qingfeng, who was left behind, looked at his watch. It took more than an hour to deal with the prisoners of war and organize the convoy. It was already 18:30 before nightfall, and the sun was about to set.
After eating a few K meals sent by the Yankees, he carried the 'Garand' made by the Yankees on his back, and carried a 'Browning' pistol and MK2 grenade on his waist. Zhou Qingfeng stood on a hilltop and looked at the winding mountains.
Road, I thought to myself: It looks like there is going to be a night battle.