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Chapter 963 Containment

For the US military in the 1950s, night vision devices are considered absolutely high-tech. Ordinary soldiers cannot even think of equipping them, and tanks have to wait until the ninth-level M46 Patton to become standard equipment. Facing accurate and deadly weapons in the dark

Bullets, the US military responsible for repairing the Watergate Bridge seemed extremely helpless.

When the tank guarding them suddenly turned around and opened fire on their own side, the defending US infantry platoon collapsed instantly. By the time the gunfire stopped, the entire scene was covered with dead and wounded. All the surviving US troops raised their hands and shouted for surrender.

Facing a bad situation, Zhou Qingfeng became extremely excited because of venting. He ordered his men to fire at least a dozen rounds. Half of the casualties on the scene were attributed to him. After the scene calmed down, he jumped out of the tank and twisted his body a few times.

, to calm the boiling blood.

"Gather the prisoners together and keep them in separate custody with the officers. Quickly take off the clothes on the bodies and collect weapons. Especially if you find something to eat, everyone must be starving."

Zhou Qingfeng strode around the battlefield and issued orders constantly. He was especially happy when he was counting the loot. "The Americans actually brought heaters out to work. The kerosene heater was turned on to the maximum. I was almost freezing to death."

The ferocious platoon leader was like an evil spirit emerging from hell, frightening the American prisoners with their hands up half to death. One second they were still working, and the next second they were almost dead.

In particular, this group of enemies who emerged from the dark night were extremely brutal. They killed people and stripped them of their clothes. The scene was like a slaughterhouse.

"Platoon leader, here!" A soldier handed Zhou Qingfeng a US military cotton hat and a pair of gloves. The hat was even stained with a lot of red and white brain matter.

The brain was frozen into a hard lump under the low temperature. Zhou Qingfeng reached out and peeled it off before putting it on his head. Although it was a little dirty, he didn't care. All the corpses at the scene were quickly stripped naked, and their clothes, no matter how rotten they were, were collected, because

They are extremely precious now.

Corpses and prisoners were searched one by one. Weapons and ammunition were not taken seriously, but the chocolates and candies that American soldiers liked to carry with them were the most popular.

Zhou Qingfeng stuffed four or five chocolate bars into his mouth, but as he ate, he became more and more hungry. While other soldiers were very satisfied with the seizure, he was going crazy, "I wish I could eat human flesh now!"

Zhou Qingfeng's consumption far exceeds that of ordinary people. His extreme hunger makes his eyes red. Everyone can't help but be afraid when they see him. There are only a dozen prisoners who survived. The officer is an engineer platoon leader, affiliated with the 1st Marine Division.

1st Engineer Battalion.

"We need to move faster and return to the US military position in Gutuli immediately before the enemy can react. We hope to get the diesel we urgently need from the enemy."

Zhou Qingfeng launched the attack so fast that the US military failed to send a warning on the radio. The US military in Gutuli probably did not know the situation here. And just when he was about to pack up and take the prisoners to Gutuli,

Soldiers on guard outside suddenly opened fire.

"What happened?" Zhou Qingfeng asked. The sound of gunfire made him very nervous. This was behind enemy lines where there were heavy troops gathered, and provoking a large army would only lead to death.

"Platoon leader, someone touched us outside." The alert soldier shouted.

While I was in shock and doubt, a cry actually came from the dark night: "Don't shoot, we are from the reconnaissance company of the 172nd Regiment, and we just blew up this bridge. Which unit are you from?"

Haha..., I met a master. Being able to go deep behind enemy lines and blow up the enemy's bridges in this bitter cold weather is not something ordinary people can do.

"We are from the 178th Regiment, come here." Zhou Qingfeng looked at it with night vision goggles and confirmed that the other party should be one of his own.

Several ragged savages soon appeared in the dark night. Judging from their messy appearance, they had suffered more than Zhou Qingfeng. The first one’s extended hand was blackened by the cold, and his skin was full of cracks from the cold.

Extremely scary.

"My surname is Zhao, the instructor of the company." The leader was first extremely interested in the equipment of Zhou Qingfeng and others, and then expressed surprise at the corpses of American soldiers all over the ground.

"Are you really powerful? We spent a lot of effort to kill the guards here and blow up the bridge. But you killed the two platoons who came for reinforcements, including the enemy's tanks."

"We were originally a regimental tank platoon."

"Tank platoon? Are you not from the reconnaissance company?"

The instructor was even more surprised, but Zhou Qingfeng asked his subordinates to get him clothes, food and drinks from the US military. Especially when he drank a pot of boiled snow water, he looked much better.

His rough palms were wrapped with gauze, and the worn shoes on his feet were replaced with high wool boots from the US Army. He also wore a plush jacket and coat. The warm temperature was enough to instantly boost his morale.

"Where are the rest of you?" Zhou Qingfeng asked, thinking that he was just testing the waters in front of him.

But Lao Zhao looked back at his comrades who were like refugees, smiled bitterly and whispered: "Our reconnaissance company has suffered a lot in the past few days, and now there are only six left with me. The others have either died or don't know

Where to go.

I have lost contact with my superiors, and I originally planned to blow up the bridge and return to the army. But I didn’t expect the enemy to come so quickly, and I didn’t expect you to show up as well.”

"Then come with us, otherwise you will have to die outside." Zhou Qingfeng greeted, and his men immediately began to put the prisoners into the car, while he walked towards the tank.

"Where are you going?" Lao Zhao asked.

"Go to the US military position in Gutuli and see if you can get through? If possible, I would also like to get some diesel."

Zhou Qingfeng jumped onto the tank, and the bodies of several dead US military crew members were quickly thrown out. He took off the tank cap and goggles of one corpse and put them on his head. He also put on a thick velvet vest and waved behind him.

‘Old Machine Gun’ followed with a group of men in armored vehicles and trucks, and waved to Old Zhao: “Come up, follow our platoon leader and you will have meat to eat.”

The people in the platoon were all laughing. Their attack was successful, with no casualties. And compared to the shabby conditions when they came here on foot, they were now much richer.

The people in Lao Zhao were all stupid, but thinking about it, it seemed that they had nowhere else to go. If they had to go back over the mountains and ridges again, they might really die in the ice and snow.

After getting in the car, Lao Zhao kept asking questions.

"What happened to your guns?"

"Good things captured, bring night vision goggles."

"Are you really tank soldiers who ran out for diesel?"

"The tanks supported by Mao Xiong cannot move without diesel fuel."

"Your platoon leader is so brave."

"You didn't see when he was so bold!"

In the leading tank, Zhou Qingfeng was interrogating the captured US engineer platoon leader and asking him to speak to his superiors on the radio according to his wishes.

"The damaged bridge was seriously damaged and required a set of rutted bridges to repair it."

"The infantry platoon will stay where it is and guard. We will come back to get the equipment."

"If you can, get us something to eat, we're all starving."

After finishing the call with his superiors, although the engineer platoon leader was trembling, he said to Zhou Qingfeng: "You can't succeed. Don't even think about breaking into our position with this few manpower. I see that your situation is very bad. Maybe you should consider surrendering."

Only in this way can we save our lives.”

When faced with being persuaded to surrender, Zhou Qingfeng’s sneer was terrifying!


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