Chapter 879: Heavy

"I'm fucking not going to North Korea..." Before Zhou Qingfeng could say "North Korea", the scene in front of him changed. Just now, it was still a bright and elegant media company office, but in the blink of an eye, it became a low and deserted old street.

Zhou Qingfeng was startled, and found that he was in a two-row column, with soldiers in cotton-padded clothes, leather hats, and bandages wearing all kinds of equipment and weapons behind him. He himself followed the team with mechanical steps, but his eyes began to look left and right.

The sky was gray, it had rained before, and there was a lot of water on the ground. No one in the team spoke, they walked silently through the stagnant water. The sound of footsteps was orderly and serious, but it made Zhou Qingfeng extremely depressed.

Damn..., what a fool! I really became a volunteer army to resist US aggression and aid Korea.

Where the hell was I thrown into? Could this be going to Shangganling? Zhou Qingfeng was no longer the dazed young man who came to New York back then. He had seen the horrors of war, and he knew even more that he would be blown to ashes if he faced artillery fire with his little ability.

While thinking wildly, Zhou Qingfeng began to touch the equipment on his body. There is a large 38 cap on his shoulders, a box of ammunition hanging on his armed belt, four grenades hanging behind his buttocks, and the rest are kettle towels and the like. That's all, no more!

Just relying on this to prepare for a ghost fight..., what a fucking pit!

Zhou Qingfeng yelled loudly just now, causing all the soldiers around to look at him. Soon the squad leader ran over and scolded: "Big Zhou, what are you shouting? No noise is allowed in the marching ranks, don't you understand this discipline?"

"I..., I..." Zhou Qingfeng opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Soon another company-level officer ran over and asked with a stern face, "What happened? Who was yelling just now?"

The squad leader who was still scolding Zhou Qingfeng immediately excused him and said, "He is a new soldier. This kid is very smart, good at marksmanship, and fast. He must be too excited to think about going to war."

That's not it, I'm not excited at all, I'm so scared that Zhou Qingfeng's expression is about to cry, it's not exciting no matter how you look at it.

When the officer heard that he was a newly recruited soldier, his expression softened, and he said with relief, "Little comrade, don't be afraid. The American devils are human too, and they are no better than us. When we go to the battlefield, obey orders and obey the command, and we will surely win the battle." of."

The officer and the squad leader left after a few lessons, but Zhou Qingfeng still looked sour. Of course he knew that American devils were also human beings, but the equipment of American devils was different.

Not to mention the overwhelming B-26 and B-29,

Not to mention the aircraft carrier battle group blocked off the coast of North Korea, not to mention the rampant tanks and artillery, the equipment of ordinary soldiers alone is huge. The unified standard weapons of American soldiers are much better than the large gatherings of volunteers.

God knows how the rabbit's army pushed the front back to the 38th parallel? This is very unscientific!

However, these were not considered by the Volunteer Army, and the team continued to move forward. When Zhou Qingfeng walked out of the deserted street just now, an extremely open river suddenly appeared in front of him. A bridge across the river, the momentum is extraordinary.

"Ah..., I'm on the Yalu River." Seeing the iconic railway bridge, Zhou Qingfeng suddenly realized that he should be in Andong City just now. He is crossing the border, across from North Korea. "What time is it now?"

"Hey... what day is it today?" Zhou Qingfeng bumped a companion beside him with his elbow. Most of the soldiers in the queue were less than 1.7 meters tall, and those who could stand 1.8 meters like him were simply outstanding. However, there was also a big man beside him, with a crooked machine gun on his shoulder.

The big man carrying the machine gun looked much more mature. Compared to the rest of the team who only had rifles, the machine gun on his shoulder was heavy firepower. Hearing Zhou Qingfeng's question, he was very airy and said with a simple and honest smile, "Today is October 19th."

October nineteenth? Zhou Qingfeng didn't know much about history. He actually didn't know much about the history of fighting against the U.S. and aiding Korea, so he really couldn't think of anything special about this day. So he asked again: "What year is this year?"

"Fifty years." The big machine gun continued.

On October 19, 1950, the Chinese People's Volunteers entered North Korea to participate in the war.

"Fuck, the fight hasn't started yet!" Zhou Qingfeng suddenly felt relieved. Shangganling is two years away, and it is too early to worry about that. And with his poor historical knowledge, at least he knew that the first or second battles of the Volunteer Army were relatively smooth.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh"" . 'Dog meat'. With these two things, I'm not afraid, I can catch MacArthur and sing 'Conquer'."

"Hey, hey..., don't pretend to be dead." Zhou Qingfeng yelled silently for a long time, but there was no answer, "Why don't you just let me fight the tanks and cannons of the American devils with this big gun in my hand? Bar?"

Is it because Ying Jiang has cheated Ying Jiang too many times, Ying Jiang has a deep resentment and wants to take revenge on me, and deliberately throw me into such a purgatory-level dungeon. This is a big joke!

Zhou Qingfeng hurriedly checked his Japanese rifle again, it was in good condition, but it was too...

"Good gun." Seeing Zhou Qingfeng pull the bolt crisply, the big machine gun guy on the side gave a heartfelt admiration, "I didn't have such a good gun when I joined the army. This is the squad leader who saw that you have accurate eyesight and good marksmanship, so I specially gave it to you." Yes. Use it well, this gun is powerful."

What a ghost! Zhou Qingfeng was embarrassed again and again, he wanted to say: I have never used such a bad gun, this one shot and pulled the bolt, the weak firepower is not as good as a child peeing, at least give me an ak!

Look at the bullet box again, there are hundreds of bullets in it. This has already been calculated in the volunteer army. The most special thing was the bayonet hanging on his waist, which was long, thin and radiant with cold air, but Zhou Qingfeng had never used this thing before.

"Don't play with it, or you will be scolded again." Seeing that Zhou Qingfeng had been checking his weapon, the machine gun guy reminded.

In the end, Zhou Qingfeng touched the grain bag, which was more than half shriveled, and looked worried again. Although he hadn't reached Shangganling yet, the situation in front of him was still extremely bad. The current US emperor is the world's number one military force, and no one in the world can fight against it except flower growers.

But the current flower growers have nothing but a pioneering and fearless high-spirited momentum. Poor enough to be pants!

After several days in the court, Zhou Qingfeng finally figured out which team he belonged to, the 354th Regiment of the 118th Division of the 40th Army of the Volunteer Army. He is an ordinary soldier in the third battalion, which is a light infantry company. Machine guns and mortars were all strengthened by superiors during the war, and the others were only rifles and grenades.

After entering North Korea, the whole atmosphere is completely different. The road was full of people fleeing north, and it was difficult for the troops to advance. Looking at the volunteers marching south, the North Korean refugees looked at them with strange eyes.

Among the refugees were the fleeing Korean People's Army. An officer of the People's Army was extremely excited when he saw the team of volunteers and came to greet him. How many planes have come? How many tanks? How many cannons?"

The officers and soldiers of the Volunteer Army shook their heads.

"You only have this little equipment?" The officer of the People's Army was stunned. After shaking hands, he stood on the side of the road and looked at the army that kept heading south in silence, and finally disappeared at the end of the road along the flow of people fleeing north.

"Fuck! We came to help you fight the American devils, but you bastards ran away." Looking at the fleeing figure, Zhou Qingfeng cursed secretly. But when he looked at the team that continued to move forward with firm steps, he found it difficult to breathe, and his heart was even heavier. (To be continued.) 8