Two regiments of the U.S. Third Division and a large number of attached troops were stationed in Wulaoli, with a total strength of nearly 8,000. It only took more than an hour from the order to the assembly and departure to the arrival at the destination. This shows the staff and communications of the First Marine Division.
Efficiency of command.
However, after this force with hundreds of vehicles quickly arrived at Wu Laoli to set up defenses, what happened was a sudden disaster. Nearly 5,000 people were devastated by carpet bombing, causing more than 2,000 casualties in an instant, including on the spot
Nearly a thousand people were killed.
Looking at Wu Laoli like an erupting inferno, with smoke, dust and flames raging rampantly, the members of the 65th Regiment who managed to escape were frightened out of their wits.
After getting over the initial shock, everyone from the regiment commander to the soldiers were frantically trying to figure out what was going on. Their hoarse shouts were heard far away through the radio waves.
And in Guli, more than 20 kilometers away, two engineering vehicles of the independent tank platoon were parked side by side on a hillside. The air defense radar was constantly rotating its antenna, monitoring the surrounding sky for dozens of kilometers at all times.
In the car, more than a dozen radio stations were spread out, and seven or eight people were crowded into the narrow cabin. When the monitored shortwave radio station was filled with shouts and curses from the officers and soldiers of the 3rd Division, everyone in the car cheered collectively.
"Stop the bombing, stop the bombing. Wu Laoli is now controlled by the Third Division of the Tenth Army. You are bombing your own people."
"Who is dropping the bomb? I'm going to court-martial you."
"The 33rd Regiment suffered heavy losses. The regiment leader was killed and the entire regiment's organization was completely destroyed. We must retreat."
Listening to the various descriptions of the tragedy coming from the radio, 'Zhao Jingzi' sitting in the corner of the cabin took off the headphones on his head, took a deep breath, and let out a long sigh of relief. The 'frontline aviation controller' just now was
He played the role, and he was so nervous that he couldn't speak.
I didn't expect, I really didn't expect, that fighting would be so easy. Just saying a few words can make the enemy's bombers kill their own people. Listen to the chaos of the 33rd Regiment of the enemy's 3rd Division on the radio,
'Zhao Jingyan' felt that he had avenged his comrades who died in the enemy bombing.
Due to the current difficulties in identification of friend or foe and air-ground coordination, in order to effectively attack ground targets, the U.S. Navy and Air Force often send experienced pilots to form a front-line aviation control team to guide ground army units in the implementation of air strikes.
This is a land and air coordination network composed of encrypted communications and radio contacts. Logically speaking, it should not be penetrated by enemy personnel.
But after Zhou Qingfeng entered Gutuli, several frontline aviation controllers were captured, and their dedicated contact radio stations were also seized. Ordinary volunteer soldiers couldn't tell the difference between a radio station and a radio station, but Zhou Qingfeng knew this.
The great value of people.
The captured US military aviation controllers knew that the information in their heads must not be told to the enemy. When they were interrogated and asked to serve the volunteers, one committed suicide, another froze to death, and the last one would rather die than surrender, but refused to cooperate.
Zhou Qingfeng didn't have any other options. The engineering vehicle he brought had a full set of electronic communication equipment. He used the current super powerful fire control computer to crack the encrypted communication of aviation contacts, and organized the people in his tank platoon to simulate land use.
1st Division Headquarters.
Based on Zhou Qingfeng's understanding of the US military, he actually did this. More than a dozen radio stations in the engineering vehicle disguised themselves as multiple command and communication units of the US military, deceiving the verification of the radio liaison officer of the B-29 fleet.
Successfully guided enemy bombers to drop bombs at Wulaoli.
After the news that the 33rd Regiment in Wu Laoli was bombed came out, the US military commanders at Xingnan Port were shocked and angry, and severely asked the Air Force why they bombed their own people. The B-29 radio liaison officers were also baffled, and they kept defending themselves.
This was done with the authorization of the 1st Marine Division.
This big mistake made the director Zhou Qingfeng burst into laughter. Looking at the bright moonlight tonight, he knew that he would inevitably suffer from the enemy's night air raids. If it was a fighter jet, that would be fine. The self-propelled anti-aircraft gun could barely deal with it, but
The B-29, which is so high up there, really can't do it forcefully.
Thinking that the B-29 fleet that had already dropped their ammunition was speechless and could only leave sadly, Zhou Qingfeng opened the hatch of the engineering vehicle and walked out, feeling that the cold air outside was inexplicably fresh.
After such a serious accidental bombing incident, the US military should not send bombers again until the problem of encrypted communication is solved. As long as the enemy's bombers do not come to cause trouble, ordinary night fighters alone are not a concern. His plan tonight was successful.
The probability can be doubled.
From the hillside where the engineering vehicle is located, you can overlook the mountains 20 kilometers away. In the dark night, Wulaoli, which was bombed into darkness, was emitting thousands of red lights and thousands of thunders. There were even nearly a thousand explosions in the wind.
The explosions of bombs kept falling to the ground.
In the end, the US military frontline aviation controller was guarded nearby. He was staring blankly into the distance shrouded in fire. He could already deduce what had happened? But in his heart, he had an inexplicable question - how could this happen?
Did it?
"Major George, thank you very much for your cooperation. The information you gave is completely correct. We guided a B-29 fleet from Yokota, Japan to bomb Wu Laoli. Listen..." Zhou Qingfeng walked out,
The US military controller was deliberately allowed to listen to the chaos of the US military on the radio.
In the panic, many of the U.S. military's communications are directly voice conversations. Now, whether it is the troops of the 3rd Division, the headquarters of the 1st Marine Division, or the B-29 fleet still flying in the sky, they are all quarreling and quarreling.
excuse.
After a short communication, although all parties were aggrieved, they still reached a consensus - it must have been that the US military frontline aviation controllers in Guli were captured, and the confidential communications were cracked by the enemy, which led to this heavy loss.
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"No, no, I didn't say anything, I didn't tell you anything." The US military controller named George exclaimed loudly and kept defending. But in front of him was not only Zhou Qingfeng, but also someone who was deceived by Zhou Qingfeng.
Associated Press reporter Frank Noel reported from the battlefield.
Frank Noel was still interviewing the unyielding American hero just now, but now he looked at George with surprised eyes, and then looked at the radio station that was sending out chaotic communications, and the expression on his face was already changing - traitor, traitor
, despicable and shameless, a rotten person who betrayed the trust of his comrades.
"Frank, you have to believe me, I really didn't do anything. I didn't tell him anything." The unfortunate Mr. George spoke in confusion, panicked, and wanted to take out his heart and soul to prove his innocence.
Zhou Qingfeng immediately shouted in a surprised and exaggerated tone: "What the hell, why is this reporter still here? Take him away quickly. By the way, he is not allowed to be detained with other US military prisoners of war. Send him away immediately. If he escapes
Just shoot him."
Frank Noel was pushed away, but he still heard Zhou Qingfeng's voice comforting George in the wind, "Don't worry, I guarantee that the reporter will not testify against you. From now on, you will be the sacrifice."
American hero in Korea. You're bound to have a wonderful life."
The reporter from the Associated Press was so angry that he was going crazy. He had never thought about whether this was an act, but it was a fact that Wulaoli was bombed. "I want to find a way to survive, even if I serve the devil. I want to
Expose that despicable bastard and he will pay for his actions!"
The angry reporter left, leaving only the completely stupid aviation controller standing there. Zhou Qingfeng stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, saying gently: "Major George, I know you are a US military pilot with rich experience.
It also serves as frontline aviation command and guidance.
We are in urgent need of talents like you and will never treat you badly. I give you a very serious suggestion. Work for us anonymously. This way your family and your reputation can be preserved. I can give you time to think about it carefully.
"
George's mind was in a mess. He never thought that he would suddenly face a big turning point in his life, let alone that he would become a traitor out of nowhere. He almost lost his voice and murmured to Zhou Qingfeng: "You are a devil, you
He's a devil from hell."
Zhou Qingfeng smiled and replied: "I never deny this. Please believe that I am a generous devil."