Sitting in the half-track personnel carrier, Lao Zhao felt firsthand the strength of the US military. He covered the several kilometers of road in ten minutes, which was much faster and more comfortable than climbing mountains and running down ditches. Sitting in the car, he even
Don't care where Zhou Qingfeng takes him?
Before the Ninth Corps entered the DPRK, they were preparing to liberate the treasure island. They were training in South China, and they never expected to be transported by train to North Korea to endure the baptism of severe cold - temperatures of 30 to 40 degrees below zero, what would it be like?
Without enough cotton-padded clothes, the soldiers were generally frostbitten; without being able to make fire, the soldiers could only eat potatoes that were as frozen as rocks. They would have diarrhea after eating one, and then they would be in a dilemma of life and death; it was even difficult to sleep, and they could only spread quilts on the ground.
On the snow, the soldiers huddled together to keep warm.
The reconnaissance company that Lao Zhao belongs to is even more hard-working, and it is now dying and falling apart. His ability to persist until now is entirely due to his strong will.
Taking the initiative to greet Zhou Qingfeng in the dark night, could it be that Lao Zhao couldn't hold on anymore and had to ask for help? But getting into the tank platoon leader's car was completely different - it turns out that fighting can be so comfortable!
The half-track personnel carrier has a canvas carport to protect it from the wind and rain. There is a kerosene heater in the vehicle, which is burning brightly. It makes my heart warm when I look at it. There are also a few cans on the heater, which are carried by the U.S. military convoy in the field.
Food, including biscuits, lunch meat, sugar and cigarettes.
The heated cans were handed to Lao Zhao's people first, and a bearded squad leader even advised: "Eat it, I know you are suffering more than us. Americans are treating us, so don't be polite!"
Lao Zhao still wanted to refuse, but his stomach was really unsatisfactory. The heated lunch meat was fragrant and appetizing. "I haven't eaten well for several days. I'm really hungry. You're welcome."
Along with the boiling snow water, Lao Zhao wolfed down the food. The bearded squad leader had to persuade him to eat slowly and be careful not to fill his stomach. Overeating suddenly when you are extremely hungry can kill you.
After eating warmly and wearing warm clothes, Old Zhao felt energetic. But the soldiers in the tank platoon in the car took the time to rest, eat something and then go to bed to recover their strength. He was full of questions, but after thinking about it, he decided to forget it - who cares?
So much, I also rest. Only when I have a good rest can I fight.
After only a few minutes of rest, the convoy returned to the US military position in Gutuli.
The U.S. military sentries on the road looked at the "U.S. military convoy" as the tanks were clearing the way, without any embarrassment at all. They just asked the tank commander, whose face could not be seen clearly from the turret, about the unit number and name, then saluted and let them go.
For Zhou Qingfeng, who is familiar with war history, he understands the US military better than the US military. The Battle of Changjin Lake is a subject that has been studied over and over again by historians. Many historical materials come from Americans who personally experienced the war.
After reporting his unit number and the name of his 'commander', Zhou Qingfeng drove an M4A3E8 tank into the U.S. military's ring position in Gutuli. The so-called 'ring position' is not a large circle with a wall, but a few square meters around Gutuli.
A large number of fortifications and cross-fire on the hills and roads.
These positions are open to the outside world and not to the inside. As long as he sneaks into the position, Zhou Qingfeng will be relieved. However, the march and fighting over the mountains and ridges all night consume a lot of time. It is already almost four o'clock in the morning, no matter what he does
They all need to speed up.
Gutuli is a floodplain formed by the impact of rivers. The main force of the US Marine Corps and a large number of attached troops are here. There are Marines, tank troops, artillery, automobile troops, as well as logistics and medical personnel.
This place is no different than Yunshan. Zhou Qingfeng does not dare to provoke the enemy's large troops. He is looking for diesel, and his target is naturally the car transport team.
"Hi..., I'm looking for Company C of the 1st Motor Transport Battalion. Where are they?" Zhou Qingfeng asked the U.S. sentry on the roadside carelessly from the tank turret.
How did the U.S. military sentry think that this guy driving a Marine tank and wearing a U.S. military uniform was actually the enemy? The other party gave Zhou Qingfeng directions without much thought.
Inside the half-track vehicle, Lao Zhao saw that the tank soldiers who were resting were all holding on to their weapons, but Zhou Qingfeng, who was fooling the enemy outside, was naturally free and easy. He couldn't help laughing and said: "Your platoon leader is really a capable person, and he speaks English very well.
Americans have no way of seeing through it."
"It's dark and cold, and everyone is wrapped up tightly. Who has the intention to check a group of 'ours' who have already been checked?" the bearded squad leader replied. Seeing that the situation had eased, he extended his hand again
, "I am a squad leader, others call me 'Old Machine Gun'."
"My surname is Zhao, and others call me 'Zhao Glasses', but now my glasses are gone." Lao Zhao also shook hands, which was a bit of a closer relationship.
Zhou Qingfeng's convoy continued to advance in the enemy's hinterland, and finally found the so-called 'C Company'. Suddenly a group of sentries ran over and shouted at the convoy. He was on the leading tank, but his convoy had more than a dozen vehicles.
, the sentry shouted at the troop carrier where the 'old machine gun' was located at the rear of the vehicle.
The U.S. military sentry blocked at the back of the carriage was chirping, and the "Old Machine Gun" and others were dumbfounded. The two sides were basically talking to each other. Zhou Qingfeng in the front had no time to react, and when he was about to overthrow the gang, Lao Zhao, who was also wearing a U.S. military uniform, spoke up.
Already.
"Okay, okay, we understand. You can get out of here, don't make trouble here. We have been blowing cold wind all night, and now we are very angry." Lao Zhao's tone was extremely impatient, and he did not dare to face it.
Look at those US military sentries, they can only cover it up with disdain.
The U.S. military patrol sentry yelled a few words and then left angrily. 'Old Machine Gun' recovered and quickly grabbed Lao Zhao's shoulder and asked in surprise: "Do you understand the American bird language? What on earth are they talking about?"
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"Those sentries said we couldn't park here and asked us to leave immediately. I scolded them a few times and ignored them." Old Zhao smiled and replied: "I am from the reconnaissance company, how can I get around without two brushes?"
'Old Machine Gun' laughed and quickly reported to Zhou Qingfeng on the walkie-talkie, "Platoon leader, we picked up a treasure. 'Zhao Jingyan' can speak bird language and is a cultural person."
Zhou Qingfeng, who was leading the team at the front, breathed a sigh of relief. He had always been the only one in the team who could speak a foreign language. It was extremely inconvenient to sneak into the battle. Now he finally had a helper. Thinking that all the capable reconnaissance people were talented, he made up his mind to return to the army.
A few people from Lao Zhao should be left behind.
After driving away the stray sentries, Zhou Qingfeng jumped off the tank and walked towards the station of 'C Company', where US engineers had already built simple houses and warehouses. It was dark and windy, and most of the soldiers were sleeping. Except for a few sentries, the station even
No one is watching.
Zhou Qingfeng walked up to a sentry huddled in the corner, kicked him, and when he woke up, he immediately cursed: "Do you want to freeze to death here?"
He was just a low-ranking soldier in front of him. When he saw the military rank on Zhou Qingfeng's shoulder, he immediately shouted: "I'm sorry, sir, I'm just too cold. I just slept for a little while, I swear I just slept for a little while."
Seeing the warmly dressed and warmly-heated American soldiers complaining about the cold, Zhou Qingfeng became very angry, "You think it's cold? Then shouldn't someone like me, who is blowing outside in the wind, freeze to death?"
"Sir, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" The private was extremely frustrated. He stamped his feet while talking, and kept defending: "I'm really too cold. I heard that the temperature dropped to minus 40 degrees tonight.
, it’s much colder than my hometown in Kansas, and I really can’t stand it.”
"You don't have to apologize to me. I'm not your commander. I'm here to get supplies. Don't tell me there's nothing here, otherwise I'll get angry." The arrogant Zhou Qingfeng has the demeanor of a commander, not a low-ranking soldier.
He was fooled into not being able to tell the truth from the lies, and was easily led around!