Chapter 885: Changing Equipment

Zhou Qingfeng had never received formal military training, and his combat skills were taught by the butcher and Katerina. They were simple and practical, not fancy but also had no rules. With his own superpowers, he can be a strong special operator, but not a good soldier.

Uncle Zhou has never done such a thing as charging on the battlefield, has he? He thought that killing the enemy at the fastest speed was the most correct way, but he didn't know that the real charge was to stop at a distance of several meters each time.

The soldiers advance layer by layer in groups, alternately covering is the right way. Those who stand tall and face bullets are all fools with brain problems.

In World War I and World War II, the opposing sides in the exchange of fire often only advanced a few hundred meters a day, and it was really difficult to move forward. How could it be possible to charge dozens of meters in one breath like Uncle Zhou, and directly rushed into the enemy's position-although his legs were shaking after rushing in against the bullet.

However, Uncle Zhou's desperate impact also brought a great sense of shock. The line of the Second Battalion of Nanbang had long been crumbling during the ambush. A platoon was suppressed by him with a rifle and couldn't hold its head up. Now seeing this murderous soldier rushing forward, many people simply dropped their guns and surrendered.

The surrender of a Nanba platoon quickly set off a chain reaction. When the gap in the front line was opened, the reserve team of the 354th Regiment of the Volunteer Army quickly rushed in through the gap. This is really like a tiger, unstoppable.

The acting battalion commander of the 2nd Battalion of Nanbang suddenly lost his hands. Within ten minutes of the battle, his situation was already extremely dangerous. A company collapsed so easily.

"The third company stopped on the spot, and the other companies occupied the high ground on the left. Hurry, hurry..., go to the high ground on the left and wait for reinforcements." Although Battalion Commander Nanbang lost a company, his second battalion had a large number of people, and there were still seven soldiers left. Eight hundred people, all weapons and equipment are still there, and there is still a fight.

In order to survive, the remaining members of the Nanbang Second Battalion all rushed to the high ground on the left side of the road, holding on to the high ground. Behind them was the First Battalion of the Second Regiment of Nanbang, and in front of them was the Third Battalion of the Second Regiment. It cannot be said that they were completely hopeless.

As for Zhou Qingfeng's troops, their task was to quickly wipe out the Nanbang reinforcement battalion with more than 1,000 people. One after another, companies ran past him, fighting towards the enemy in one go, but he pretended to be out of breath and leaned against the edge of the ridge.

"Daddy Zhou, how are you?" the squad leader asked with concern.

"I'm fine, just a little bit out of strength." Zhou Qingfeng said.

The squad leader also watched Zhou Qingfeng gallop through the enemy's line with his own eyes, so he didn't have much doubts. In the past, it was impossible to launch such a charge in the face of the enemy's heavy machine gun without killing a few comrades in arms, but with Zhou Qingfeng as a fierce general, he even tore open the gap without dying alone.

"You performed well just now, now take a break, and be responsible for gathering prisoners of war with the comrades of the guard company." The squad leader asked Zhou Qingfeng to stay, and led the team to continue the charge.

The follow-up reserve team also continued to give Zhou Qingfeng thumbs up, 'comrade, well done', 'well done', 'learn from you'.

Zhou Qingfeng was still panting with the attitude of a hero, he accepted the praise with a smirk while thinking to himself: What should I learn? I obviously don't understand, okay? If I knew that the attack was not launched in one breath, I wouldn't rush so stupidly. How many lives I have is not enough to toss about like this!

Beside the dirt road overgrown with weeds, Zhou Qingfeng of Tubie Fan saw that no one was paying attention to his surroundings, so he quickly regained his energy. His eyes were wide open, and he looked around for the spoils—everything captured by the Tubie's team would be returned to the public, and Zhou Qingfeng would have no way to survive if this was the case.

There was a truck abandoned by Nan Bang during the ambush on the road, Zhou Qingfeng saw that no one was paying attention to him, and quickly jumped into the cab of the truck. The driver Nanbang was shot in the chest and died. He groped around the driver's body for a while and found a box of American cigarettes and a lighter.

Just these things? Don't be like this, drivers are technicians these days, and they are much more expensive than big-headed soldiers, so why is it useless?

Zhou Qingfeng searched the entire cab, and finally found a few boxes of K meals distributed by the US military. It really brought tears to my eyes when I saw this thing.

The food supply of the US military is divided into A meal, B meal, and C meal. Meal A is fresh ingredients, Meal B is semi-finished food that needs to be processed, and Meal C is emergency food in the field. And in order to supply Nanbang, they also deliberately produced even worse K meals.

But it was such a K-meal that the U.S. military thought was bad enough to feed a dog. It also contained rice, canned food, biscuits, seasonings, and even Nanbang banknotes that could be used to buy food on the spot. What does the Volunteer Army have in comparison? Fried noodles? Now there are no fried noodles, only fried soybeans and boiled sorghum.

Don't think that 'chow mein' is fried noodles. Wrong, something like flour. That thing is really hard to swallow, can't even swallow it. If you don’t believe me, you can try to eat the flour at home directly, and you are guaranteed to choke to death.

Seeing the K meal, Zhou Qingfeng felt like a treasure. He stuffed three full K meals into his mouth as quickly as possible, and drank the corpse's water bottle, barely enough to fill his stomach.

There were still several sealed K meals in the cab. He originally wanted to put them in his dry food bag, but he had to give up.

"Forget it, you can't lose the big because of the small." Zhou Qingfeng resisted the urge to collect food, and disposed of the opened K meal packaging, "I am now an 'activist joining the party', and I should share the joys and sorrows with my comrades-in-arms. Image is very important. It’s not bad to steal food, forget about the rest.”

Leaving from the truck, Zhou Qingfeng took advantage of no one watching, and ran to the corpse of Company Commander Nanbang who he had killed with a bayonet before, "You look like an official, don't let me down."

What do you do after killing monsters? Turn over the corpse to open the treasure chest!

Zhou Qingfeng searched the corpse quickly, and found something immediately. In addition to getting two more packs of cigarettes, he also found a watch and a pen, "My God, I'm so reduced to the point where I'm even excited to see a watch."

Compared with food that is not easy to hide, watches and pens are much simpler. A watch can keep track of time, and a pen can write. Don’t think that this is unimportant. The more ordinary things are often the more important.

There was also a telescope on the corpse of Company Commander Nanbang, but Zhou Qingfeng didn't take it, because he had to turn it in if he took it. Instead, he pulled out the corpse's gun and played with it.

"M1911A1, old brother, we meet again." The first gun Zhou Qingfeng touched was the M1911A1 designed by gun master Browning. But he still didn't take the pistol, but took off the armed belt of the corpse.

The carrying equipment of the Volunteer Army lagged behind it, and it was still tied up with straps. The Nanbang company commander in front of him is using the equipment issued by the Americans, which looks more foreign and is easy to use.

Zhou Qingfeng didn't even care about the blood stains, and took off the warm leather jacket worn by the corpse, "Ah..., this is a good thing, I don't have to worry about freezing."

Zhou Qingfeng quickly dragged the corpse to the woods by the side of the road, took off the useful clothes on his body and changed them for himself. He even found a pair of cotton socks, which was nothing short of a miracle.

"I can't take care of it, dead people have to wear it." Zhou Qingfeng originally wanted to change a pair of shoes, but Nanbang Company was short and the shoes didn't fit, so he had to give up.

After eating and drinking enough and wearing warm clothes, Zhou Qingfeng felt much better. Although he was still wearing a heavy cotton coat on the outside, the inside was completely different.

After tidying up the corpse of Company Commander Nanbang, Zhou Qingfeng collected an engineering shovel that could be carried behind his back, a small amount of medical kits, and some MK2 grenades from other corpses after Zhou Qingfeng came out. This is the leftover material of the Americans during World War II. It is much more powerful than the wooden handle grenade equipped by the Volunteer Army.

Get a military backpack to pack more than 20 grenades, put his 38 caps on his shoulders, and put the M1 Garand rifle he picked up in his hand. After collecting one or two hundred bullets, Zhou Qingfeng can also count it as a shotgun. up.

Hearing the rumble of the guns ahead, Zhou Qingfeng hurriedly followed, and said cheerfully: "At least I have changed from junk daily weapons to preliminary beautiful ones." (To be continued.)