Chapter 887 Human Mortar

Anything can happen on the battlefield. It is nothing new that the victory is in sight one second, and the next second it is alive and well.

And Zhou Qingfeng's murderous intentions, which he experienced in the last days of the wasteland, were extremely murderous, and he didn't treat Nanbang as a human being when he went to the battlefield. He is a typical unorganized and undisciplined, everything is practical. Seeing that his squad leader was about to commit suicide because of a stain that was not a stain, he simply killed all the Nanbang prisoners.

But for the army of ground turtles, killing prisoners is a serious crime of losing their heads. But looking at the corpses all over the floor, the squad leader didn't hesitate for too long. He stomped his feet, took Zhou Qingfeng's hand and said, "Boss Zhou, you saved my life. You also saved my face. I am extremely grateful."

In Zhou Qingfeng's eyes, it was a trivial matter, but it was subversive to the squad leader who was educated by the party and the army. But this matter is related to his own life, and the captives have already been killed, so he can't continue to commit suicide, right?

The gunfire continued on the battlefield, and the Second Battalion of Nanbang was still fighting on the '490' highland. The 1st Battalion of Nanbang also mobilized all artillery fire to bombard the positions of the 4th Company of the 354th Regiment of the Volunteer Army, and they fought fiercely for a while. The surrounded 2nd Battalion of Nanbang must be dealt with as soon as possible.

Zhou Qingfeng gave his squad leader his 38 cover, and the two hurried to the battlefield again. Speaking of which, the squad leader still has a task to complete. He was originally ordered to find a way to attack the '490' highland in a detour, but the task was not completed and he was caught by the Nanbang soldiers who were trying to escape.

The squad leader who intended to redeem himself still remembered his mission, and he led Zhou Qingfeng back. The two of them met other comrades who were besieging the '490' highland in the mountains.

"There are a lot of remnants, and they have occupied favorable terrain. Our attack has been blocked."

"There were too many casualties in the frontal attack, and the chief ordered to find another way to kill."

"Did you find anything?"

Faced with inquiries from other company comrades, Zhou Qingfeng and the squad leader looked at each other, and immediately thought of the Nanbang miscellaneous soldiers who ran away in disorder just now. The group of people probably escaped from the encirclement.

"Come with me, I should be able to find the way up the mountain." Zhou Qingfeng has received professional field tracking training. In the past, he always called "dog meat" when encountering such things. Now he has to rely on the skills he has mastered.

The squad leader also remembered the general location where he was captured just now. There were quite a few prisoners killed, and the traces left behind were easy to find. Zhou Qingfeng took the lead as a vanguard, following the trampled traces for a few hundred meters, he found a way to kill the '490' highland from the side and rear.

But when Zhou Qingfeng and the others emerged from a highland slope, gunshots of 'bang bang bang' immediately resounded from the mountain. Two heavy machine guns are erected on the slope,

The volunteers below who were condescendingly shrank back immediately.

There are heavy machine guns suppressing, and there are hundreds of Nanbang soldiers setting up defensive positions, and the thirty or so volunteer soldiers below can't lift their heads. Someone immediately ran to report to the superior, but Zhou Qingfeng, the leading soldier, turned around and shouted, "Is there a mortar? Just hit it with a few shells."

Brother, what are you talking about?

When the volunteers entered the DPRK, the strongest firepower of the squad was a light machine gun, and the bullets were not enough. As for the mortar, it is a big killer in the company's hands, and there are not enough shells. That thing is not an important target that will not be pulled up, let alone appear in front of Zhou Qingfeng immediately.

There are only two kinds of strongest weapons in the hands of ordinary infantry, either grenades or grenades. But the projectile is easy to use but difficult to master, and the volunteer army is slowly withdrawing. Zhou Qingfeng didn't bring these people with him.

"Let's stay here and wait for support." The squad leader observed carefully, and found that the terrain occupied by the enemy on the slope is quite good. The open land of tens of meters is unobstructed, and it is difficult to find cover to launch an attack. And he just raised his head to attract a dense burst of bullets.

But if you want to defend, you can't defend it casually. Zhou Qingfeng and others don't have mortars, but Nanbang on the slope of the high ground has them. They found that there were volunteers gathered under their positions, and immediately sent them a few shells.

Curved mortars do not need to see the target, as long as they know the approximate location of the target. Hearing the muffled sound of a cannon being fired from above his head, Zhou Qingfeng's expression changed drastically, and he yelled 'Lie down'.

Booming bombs fell, Zhou Qingfeng's improvised assault team was completely overwhelmed, and several soldiers were killed or injured in an instant.

Facing the rain of bullets, everyone else hugged their heads and wished they could shrink into the ground and silently endure the flying fragments and blasted rubble. Only Zhou Qingfeng was unwilling to be beaten so passively.

"Damn it, I don't want to be bombarded like this." Zhou Qingfeng was carrying the captured military backpack, which contained a lot of trophies he had just picked up. Leaning behind a dirt slope, he squatted and took out a MK2 grenade from his backpack.

Compared with the inferior grenades filled with black powder of the Volunteers, the American MK2 grenade is much more powerful. Moreover, Zhou Qingfeng still has a special high-explosive type in his hands, and the shells are all painted yellow to show the difference.

The enemy's position was 50 meters away on the slope, the slope was still steep, and the height difference was more than 20 meters. It is basically impossible for ordinary soldiers to throw grenades in this situation. But Zhou Qingfeng held the grenade and pulled the safety ring, let go of the grip, paused for two or three seconds, and then threw it out.

Zhou Qingfeng's squad leader followed behind him, lying on the ground to see him throwing a grenade, and quickly shouted: "Don't bother, the distance is too far, we can't reach it."

"Who said that?" Under the 'murderous' BUF, Zhou Qingfeng's physical fitness is now four times that of ordinary people, and the little MK2 was thrown far away by him with a 'swish', and it exploded when it flew above the Nanbang position .

The missile body of MK2 has prefabricated slots, and it splits into dozens of fragments when it explodes, and it flies out more than ten meters away, covering a large area.

The Nanbang soldiers on the slope didn't even think it was a grenade, they thought it was a mortar bombing them. Suddenly realizing that there was an explosion appearing beside him, he quickly lay down in the hastily arranged position to avoid it.

This time, the firepower of Nanbang's suppressive shooting was much reduced, but more and more 'mortar shells' were thrown up from the slope. Every one was thrown up and exploded, the 'swish swish' and 'boom boom' were endless.

Compared with the rate of fire of the mortar, Zhou Qingfeng threw the grenade much faster. He kept throwing grenades, and quickly lost all the twenty or so he collected. The Nanbang soldiers on the slope were wailed and howled by the bombing. In their view, it was several mortar shells blasting to death.

The squad leader lying at the back thought that Zhou Qingfeng would not be able to throw the grenade up there, but he waited for the people above to be blown up, and he quickly shouted to the comrades behind: "The enemy is suppressed, follow me. "

A non-commissioned officer led the team, and the other soldiers immediately followed closely with their guns in their hands. At the beginning, everyone was worried that the firepower on the slope would suddenly recover, and a team of two or three people would fall down after running for a few steps. But later, it was discovered that the enemies above were only bombed and did not fight back, so they immediately charged upwards with courage.

After rushing to the position, I found that half of the more than 100 Nanbang soldiers above were routed. They either hugged their heads in shallow trenches like ostriches, or ran around in the woods and weeds like headless flies.

The shouts of "hand in your guns and don't kill" became one after another, and the volunteer soldiers who charged with guns looked majestic and unstoppable entered the enemy's line. A thought popped into everyone's mind - that kid just now is simply a humanoid mortar!