Chapter 984: Traitor

Two regiments of the Third Division of the U.S. Army and a large number of attached troops stationed in Wulaoli, with a total strength of nearly 8,000 troops. It took less than an hour from the order to assemble and start to arrive at the destination, which shows the efficiency of the staff and communication command of the First Marine Division.

However, after this army with hundreds of vehicles quickly arrived at Wulaoli for defense, what they got in exchange was a disaster that fell from the sky. Nearly 5,000 people were devastated by the carpet bombing, causing more than 2,000 casualties in an instant, and nearly 1,000 of them were killed on the spot.

Looking at Wulaoli as if it was an erupting hell, with smoke and flames raging, the sixty-five regiment who escaped by chance were frightened out of their wits.

After getting over the initial horror, everyone from the regiment leader to the soldiers frantically wanted to figure out what was going on? Their hoarse cries were carried far and wide over the radio waves.

In Guli, more than 20 kilometers away, two engineering vehicles of the independent tank platoon were parked side by side on a hillside, and the air defense radar was constantly rotating the antenna, constantly monitoring the surrounding tens of kilometers of sky.

In the car, more than a dozen radio stations were spread out, and seven or eight people were crowded in the narrow cabin. When the short-wave radio station monitored was filled with shouts and curses from officers and soldiers of the third division, everyone in the car cheered collectively.

"Stop the bombing, stop the bombing, Wulaoli is now under the control of the Third Division of the Tenth Army, you are bombing your own people."

"Who dropped the bomb? I'm going to court martial you."

"The Thirty-Three Regiment suffered heavy losses, the regiment leader was killed, and the entire regiment's organizational system was completely destroyed. We must retreat."

Listening to all kinds of tragic descriptions on the radio, the "Zhao Glasses" sitting in the corner of the cabin took off the earphones on his head, took a deep breath, and let out a long and comfortable sigh. He was the one who played the 'front-line aviation controller' just now, and he was so nervous that he couldn't speak for a while.

But I didn't expect, I really didn't expect that it would be so easy to fight. A few words can make the enemy's bombers kill their own people. Listening to the various chaos of the 33rd Regiment of the enemy's 3rd Division on the radio, 'Zhao Glasses' felt that he had avenged his comrades who died in the bombing of enemy planes.

Due to the current difficulties in identifying 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 air control team to guide the ground army to carry out air strikes.

This is a ground-air coordination network composed of encrypted communication and radio contact, and it stands to reason that it should not be cut into by enemy personnel.

However, after Zhou Qingfeng entered Gutuli, several front-line aviation controllers were captured, along with their dedicated communication radio stations. Ordinary volunteer soldiers couldn't tell the difference between a radio station and a radio station, but Zhou Qingfeng knew the great value of these people.

The captured U.S. air controllers knew very well that the information in their minds must not be told to the enemy. When they were interrogated and asked to serve the volunteers, one committed suicide, one was frozen to death, and the last one would rather die than surrender, but refused to cooperate.

Zhou Qingfeng didn't have other options. The construction vehicle he brought had a full set of electronic communication equipment. He used the current super powerful fire control computer to decipher the encrypted communication of the aviation liaison, and organized his tank platoon to simulate the headquarters of the first marine division.

Based on Zhou Qingfeng's understanding of the US military, he really did this. More than a dozen radio stations in the engineering vehicle disguised themselves as multiple command and communication units of the US military, deceived the verification of the radio liaison officer of the B-29 fleet, and successfully guided the enemy's bombers to drop bombs in Wulaoli.

After the news of the bombing of the 33rd regiment in Wulaoli came out, the US military commanders in Xingnangang were shocked and angry, and severely asked why the Air Force bombed their own people? The B-29 radio liaisons were also inexplicable, and they kept arguing that they were authorized by the 1st Marine Division to do so.

This day's big oolong made Zhou Qingfeng, the director of everything, burst into laughter. He saw that the moon was bright tonight, and he knew that he would inevitably suffer from the enemy's night air raid. If it's a fighter jet, that's fine.

Self-propelled anti-aircraft guns can barely deal with it, but the tall B-29 really can't do it hard.

Thinking that the B-29 fleet, which had already loaded their ammunition, could not explain it, so they could only leave sadly. Zhou Qingfeng pushed open 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 U.S. military should not send bombers again until the problem of encrypted communication is resolved. As long as the enemy's bombers don't come to make trouble, ordinary night fighters alone are not a concern. His chances of success for tonight's plan could be doubled.

On the hillside where the engineering vehicle is located, you can overlook the mountains 20 kilometers away. In the dark night, Wulaoli, which had been bombed into darkness, was emitting thousands of red lights and thunderous thunder, and there were even explosions and roars of nearly a thousand bombs falling continuously in the wind.

The last U.S. military front-line air controller was guarded nearby. He was staring blankly at the distance shrouded in flames. He could already deduce what happened? But he had an inexplicable question in his heart—how did this happen?

"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 Wulaoli. Listen..." Zhou Qingfeng walked out, The US military controller was deliberately asked to listen to the chaos of the US military on the radio.

In a panic, many of the US military's communications were directly voice conversations. Now whether it is the troops of the 3rd Division, the division headquarters of the 1st Marine Division, or the B-29 fleet still flying in the sky, they are all arguing and arguing non-stop.

After a brief communication, although all parties were aggrieved, they still reached a consensus - it must be that the front-line air control personnel of the US military in Guli were captured, so that the confidential communication was cracked by the enemy, which caused the heavy loss. .

"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 Associated Press reporter Frank Noel who was fooled by Zhou Qingfeng to report on the battlefield.

Just now Frank Noel was still interviewing the unyielding American hero, but now he looks at George with surprised eyes, and then at the radio station that is sending out messy communications, the expression on his face has changed—traitor, traitor , Despicable and shameless, a rotten person who failed 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 was confused, panicked, and wished to show his innocence.

Zhou Qingfeng immediately shouted in a surprised and exaggerated tone: "Damn, why is this reporter still here? Take him away quickly. By the way, he is not allowed to be locked up with other American prisoners of war, and send him away immediately. If he escapes Just shoot him."

Frank Noel was pushed and escorted away, but he still heard Zhou Qingfeng's voice comforting George in the wind, "Don't worry, I guarantee that the reporter can't testify against you. From now on you are the sacrifice American hero in North Korea. You must have a wonderful life."

The reporter from the Associated Press was so mad with hatred. He didn’t think about whether this was acting, but it was a fact that Wu Lao Li was bombed. “I will find a way to survive, even if I serve the devil. I want Expose that despicable bastard, he will pay for his actions!"

The disgruntled reporter left, leaving the utterly dumb air controller standing where he was. Zhou Qingfeng stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, and said warmly: "Major George, I know you are a US military pilot with rich experience, and you also serve as the frontline aviation command and guidance mission.

We urgently need talents like you, and we will never treat you badly. I seriously give you a suggestion, work for us anonymously. This way your family and your reputation are preserved. I can give you time to think about it. "

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 in a daze. Almost speechless, he murmured to Zhou Qingfeng: "You are a devil, you are a devil from hell."

Zhou Qingfeng replied with a smile: "I never deny this. Please believe me, I am a generous devil."