“Squad leader, where are we going?” ‘Old Machine Gun’ asked, sitting in the co-pilot’s seat holding ‘Crooked Handle’.
The ten-wheel truck swayed forward on the rugged mountain road, and the team members all looked surprised in the carriage. It was the first time for these country bumpkins to ride in a car, and they actually drove back to the battlefield.
The carriage was covered with canvas. The deputy squad leader popped half of his head out of the rear window of the cab and asked in confusion: "Squad leader, aren't we going back to the army?"
"I still want to capture American prisoners. How can I go back if I don't?" Zhou Qingfeng looked at the time and was really worried. It was already past noon, and there were only twenty-four hours before the battle started, but now he
Not even the hair of American prisoners was seen.
Hearing that Zhou Qingfeng was stubborn and still wanted to capture the American prisoners, everyone in the sharp knife squad looked at each other. Everyone originally thought that their boss was just talking, but now that he has made considerable achievements, he should call it a day and go home, right?
But..., Uncle Zhou will not give up until he captures the American prisoners.
While driving, Zhou Qingfeng rummaged through a briefcase. This bag was picked up from the corpse of Company Commander Nanbang. It contained various telegram transcripts, maps and so on.
The roads and terrain around Yunshan were clearly marked on the large-scale map. Zhou Qingfeng relied on this map to slowly drive out of the heavily deployed Nanbang front. The terrain around Yunshan is mountainous, and only the Qingchuan River basin is flat.
, Yunshan is a small city in the mountains.
Zhou Qingfeng drove a car alone on the rugged mountain road, with the goal of Yunshan City. The members of his team were a little silent, and it seemed to everyone that his boss didn't understand what "just give up when you get it".
"Tell me, what's in this truck?" Zhou Qingfeng asked.
"It's mainly flour, as well as oil, salt and dried meat for eating, and even things like aprons and spatulas. It looks like it's a cooking class car," said the deputy squad leader.
"No, this is not a truck for the cooking team. This should be a truck transporting supplies to the Nanbang Army. What else?" Zhou Qingfeng continued to ask.
"Is this a useful thing?" The 'Old Machine Gun' on the passenger seat took out a card from under his seat.
Zhou Qingfeng took it and took a look. It should be the pass of the logistics personnel of the 15th Regiment of the First Division of Nanbang. However, the photo above did not look like him, at least not as handsome as him.
"Squad leader, are we really going to capture American prisoners?" Another soldier poked his head out of the rear window. This soldier was young, short, poor at shooting, and bad at throwing bombs, but he was a clever guy and laughed all day long.
.Zhou Qingfeng called him 'Dou Ding', but he was not annoyed and instead acquiesced.
"What? Are you scared?" Zhou Qingfeng knew that his subordinates actually had no confidence in their hearts. There was no need to present facts and reason now. If he wanted to maintain morale, it was better to motivate the generals.
"Not afraid, not afraid." 'Dou Ding' said several times, but after a while he lowered his tone and said with a smile: "Actually, I'm still a little scared. Mainly because I haven't seen what Americans look like? I heard that they also have black people.
It's as dark as a ghost. Are they really ghosts?"
Speaking of black soldiers in the U.S. Army, there is another shameful thing. The famous 38th Army once frightened itself and mistook the 8th Nanbang Division as a black regiment of the U.S. Army. As a result, it missed the opportunity to fight and was scolded by Boss Peng.
"You are stupid! Black people have black skin, and they will die if they are shot. Black people are actually stupid and stupid. If I have a chance, I will capture some black prisoners for you." Zhou Qingfeng really wanted to do some popular science, but after thinking about it, he still couldn't do it.
never mind.
When it comes to Americans, the soldiers in the team are all curious. When Zhou Qingfeng talks about black people, everyone is even more skeptical. He almost said that he has never seen black people, so he must be bragging.
Zhou Qingfeng's team came out of the mountains and headed for Yunshan along the beach road of the Qingchuan River. Halfway there, he began to look at the map carefully, wondering where to park and walk forward. After all, it was easier to drive, but he couldn't just leave the car.
Drive to Yunshan City.
As he was walking along a curve, Zhou Qingfeng hadn't figured out his current position yet. Suddenly, he felt the ground shaking. He could feel it clearly even while sitting on a bumpy truck.
What's wrong..., earthquake? Impossible!
Zhou Qingfeng quickly parked the car on the roadside, raised his head and looked around. After waiting for about ten seconds, the whole class saw a big guy with a thick cannon tube appearing in front of them, as if they had suddenly seen a ghost.
Damn it... tanks!
It was their first time to even ride in a car. The soldiers of the sharp knife squad were collectively dumbfounded. Zhou Qingfeng did not expect to see an American tank here suddenly. The rest of the squad was frightened by these dozens of tons of iron things and broke into cold sweats.
dripping.
One, two, three... this was at least a tank company. They met on the road and met Zhou Qingfeng and others. This US tank rarely encountered an opponent in North Korea, and even painted tigers on the front of the vehicle in an exaggerated way.
The head symbol is intimidating, but it looks really majestic.
"Squad leader, the American prisoner you wanted is here." Doudin shouted in the carriage, not knowing whether he was excited or scared.
Get lost..., now I don’t even know who captured whom!
Seeing the gun barrel on the opposite side facing him, Zhou Qingfeng immediately shouted: "No one is allowed to move, no one is allowed to shoot, just stay still, I will take care of everything."
The 'Old Machine Gun' on the passenger seat turned pale at this moment, and his fingers were tightly holding his 'crooked handle'. It looked like his nerves were about to break due to fright, and he couldn't help but directly hit the tank on the opposite side.
A shuttle.
"'Old machine gun', it's useless for you to fire. Our whole class will be shot to death by the enemy." Zhou Qingfeng recognized an M4 tank on the opposite side. Judging from its appearance, it was still a late model of the M4A3E8, with armor
Neither the firepower nor the firepower can be dealt with by a machine gun.
"What should we do? I won't surrender." The sweaty deputy squad leader stuck his head out of the rear window of the cab. Although he was scared, he was extremely decisive.
"Shut the fuck up. Who said you had an apron just now? Give me one quickly." Zhou Qingfeng had made himself dirty, and his current image was very rustic.
apron?
The whole class was thinking to themselves: Boss, can you be more serious? It’s already this time, why do you need an apron?
But the apron was quickly handed to Zhou Qingfeng through the rear window. He tied it on himself as quickly as possible, opened the door and got out of the car.
The tank convoy had already arrived in front of the truck, with the muzzle pointed at Zhou Qingfeng. A jeep drove up from behind, with two US military officers sitting in the car, looking at him with curious eyes.
"Hi! Taijun, uh... no! American friends, I'm so happy to see you." Zhou Qingfeng showed his cutest silly smile and opened his arms toward the US military, "Long live America, President Truman
Long live Commander MacArthur!"
The two US military officers on the jeep were also in a daze. After they exchanged a few words in low voices, one of them frowned and asked Zhou Qingfeng: "Who is from your unit?"
"We are from the 15th Regiment of the First Division of Nanbang, we..., we have documents." Zhou Qingfeng was communicating with the US military in English, and when he turned around, he shouted to the 'Old Machine Gun': "Certificate, that certificate, that pass."
, give it to me quickly."
The dull 'old machine gun' handed the pass out of the car window. Zhou Qingfeng held it in both hands and passed it to the US military officer on the jeep with a charming smile. The US military officer turned it over and looked at Zhou Qingfeng with suspicion.
, after all, the photo on the pass doesn’t look much like him.
Zhou Qingfeng continued to smile brightly, and even shook the apron he had just put on, and shouted loudly: "We are chefs, chefs who cook delicious food. We are absolutely top-notch. We are very honored to serve American friends. Please bring it with you."