Chapter Eight Hundred and Ninetieth Truck and Driver

Talking about his experience of joining the army, "Old Machine Gun" is full of energy and high spirits. He talked about the places he has traveled, the people he has met, and the battles he has fought, and the heroism and confidence are ready to come out. Ask him if he feels pain? He immediately asked back: "No matter how hard it is, can it be harder than farming at home?"

Zhou Qingfeng has never planted land, let alone in the old society decades ago. But he could imagine the hard work of farming in the fields day after day, year after year. If there are any natural disasters, such tragedies as selling children and selling daughters are not uncommon in history books.

'Old Machine Gun' talked about his experience, and the rest of the team kept talking too. Everyone came from poor families. Joining the army not only allowed them to wear new clothes for the first time, eat enough food, hold their heads up high and be independent, but also opened up a new world for them.

Zhou Qingfeng suddenly remembered his experience in the wasteland. Although there were many difficulties and thorns everywhere, but if he was to go back and be a diaozi and continue to dawdle, he would not do it anyway.

"Hehe..., I understand, I understand." Thinking that the experience of 'Old Machine Gun' was not much worse than his own, Zhou Qingfeng also felt that he had drawn a lot closer to the other party.

While we were chatting happily, someone suddenly came and shouted 'Old Machine Gun', saying that the leader asked him to repair the car.

"Repairing cars?" Zhou Qingfeng didn't expect that "Old Machine Gun" would repair cars.

"Yeah, I usually like to play with machine guns. I have learned a few hands from the people in the repair shop, and I can still deal with some minor problems." With his "crooked handle" on his back, the 'old machine gun' took the assistant shooter and to go.

Zhou Qingfeng's heart moved, and he opened his mouth to ask: "I also learned to drive and repair cars before I joined the army. Do you want to help?"

"You can drive? Great, we just need a driver." The visitor was overjoyed when he heard Zhou Qingfeng said he could drive, and hurriedly urged him to follow.

Now the battle of 'Wenjing' has started, the remnants of the Nanbang Second Regiment have no reinforcements outside, no equipment inside, and it will be a matter of time before they are destroyed. Zhou Qingfeng didn't have a chance to fight for the time being, so it's okay to help.

Several people hurried on their way, only to find that the situation was more troublesome than Zhou Qingfeng had imagined when they reached the ground. During the ambush of the 2nd Nanbang Regiment during the day, the enemy's 3rd Battalion and Artillery Squadron were wiped out, leaving behind nearly 40 trucks and 12 howitzers, and even killed or wounded two US military advisors.

This seizure made the three-five-four regiment who had been forced to go home ecstatic, but the problem was that the whole regiment couldn't find enough drivers who could drive.

It is dark now that the U.S. military planes cannot be dispatched, but as soon as it is dawn, the U.S. military will definitely send planes. If it is not transferred immediately, these precious vehicles and artillery will not be kept at all.

For an army of soil turtles that are all "crooks" as treasures, the nearly forty trucks and twelve artillery pieces are as dazzling as a golden mountain. If you can't keep it, it will make people sad.

During the daytime battle, many vehicles were damaged, so the 'Old Machine Gun' hurriedly tried to find a way to repair them. Zhou Qingfeng saw the battalion commander of the 3rd Battalion of the 354th Regiment, and the trainers were all frowning on the spot - the driver is a technician, even in the 1970s and 1980s, it would be a very popular profession, let alone now.

Hearing that there were still people in his battalion who could drive, the battalion commander and instructors met Zhou Qingfeng in person, thinking of a few words of encouragement—even if they couldn’t keep all the trucks, half of them would be fine.

We must know that the head of the regiment is now commanding the battle at the front, and the problem of how to keep these vehicles and artillery is left to the third battalion as the reserve team. But this problem is troublesome in the eyes of others, but Zhou Qingfeng has an idea.

Fuck, this opportunity to perform meritorious service is right in front of you!

"Battalion Commander, I have a way to keep all the trucks and cannons." When it was time to act, Zhou Qingfeng never let go. He stood up straight with his head up and chest out, assuring himself with a calm and confident posture.

The battalion commander's eyes lit up when he heard the big young man in front of him say that he had a solution. He hastily stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "What's your name? Which company is it?"

"I'm in the second row of the eighth company, and everyone calls me Big Zhou."

"Boss Zhou? You're the guy who charged into the enemy's line of defense in a daze today? I saw you at the command post.

You were running so fast!

If you can keep these trucks and artillery, I will apply to the regiment to give you a third-class merit. "The instructors in the battalion began to promise rewards. Dozens of trucks and twelve cannons were urgently needed by the Volunteers, which was enough for a third-class meritorious service.

Zhou Qingfeng scratched his head pretending to be naive and said, "I haven't thought about third-class merit, but if we can keep these cars, can we give us some benefits?"

"Good boy, he is actually more impatient than us. He must be eyeing these cars." As long as the problem can be solved, the officer of the local turtle is not afraid of the soldiers' conditions. The battalion commander immediately agreed: "As long as you can drive these trucks, can others still snatch them from you?"

"Hehehe..., I never thought about wanting these cars." It's not that Zhou Qingfeng doesn't want trucks, this kind of treasure must be handed over to the Volunteer Army Command for distribution, where is it his turn to dispose of it? And if you want a car, where can you find gasoline? You can't break down after driving a few hundred kilometers, right?

"I'm thinking that there are a lot of beautiful weapons in today's seizure. Can you get some to equip our company, even a platoon?" Zhou Qingfeng was still thinking about his beautiful weapons. It's time to be eliminated.

The battalion commander and the trainer looked at each other, but they didn't agree directly, and asked instead, "Tell me what you have in mind first?"

"I think there should be many drivers among the captives in Nanbang today?" Zhou Qingfeng proposed his own solution.

But the battalion commander sighed and said: "We have captured thousands of captives, but the screening work has just begun. The battalion has found a few people who can speak Korean, but there is no way to find out those Nanbang drivers before dawn. "

"I can speak Korean, and I can drive a car. I know there is a difference between a driver and an ordinary soldier. Let me go around among the prisoners and make sure to find some who can drive." Zhou Qingfeng still has this ability of.

The current trouble of the third battalion is that it is difficult to communicate with the Nanbang captives, and the two sides can't talk clearly. But with a bug like Zhou Qingfeng appearing, the problem was solved immediately.

The battalion commander and the political commissar were overjoyed, and immediately ordered Zhou Qingfeng to be taken to the temporary camp where the prisoners were held. During the daytime battle, two battalions of the Second Regiment of the Sixth Nanbang Division were wiped out, hundreds of people were killed and wounded, and thousands of people were captured.

Since it was dark, several bonfires were lit in the camp. All the captives sat on the ground, their dull and numb faces reflected in the flickering firelight. Since the volunteers treated the captives preferentially, they didn't embarrass these people except for disarming them. After Zhou Qingfeng came, he walked around among the captives with a smile on his face.

"I need a group of drivers now, as well as various technical personnel. The number of places is limited, please hurry up and sign up."

"No one has come forward? Do you want to be sent to Beibang's prisoner-of-war camp, or stay here? Do you want me to tell you how Beibang dealt with you traitors and lackeys of the US imperialism?"

"Think about how many Beibang soldiers and civilians you have killed along the way, what do you think your compatriots will do to you?"

"You must already know the preferential treatment policy of our volunteer army. If you still want to go home safely, choose a path."

Compared with the earnest persuasion of the volunteers, Zhou Qingfeng threatened and lured them together. While preaching among the prisoners of war, he selected those well-maintained prisoners to ask about their identities one by one.

Nanbang didn't pay much attention to the equality of officers and soldiers, and soon several officers were sneaked out by Zhou Qingfeng for questioning. As long as he exerts force with his hand, the steel will yield. And if you are an official, the next thing is much simpler.

When Zhou Qingfeng found the 70th and 80th Nanbang officers, signal soldiers and drivers from more than 1,000 prisoners of war, the commanders and trainers of the third battalion waiting outside the prisoner-of-war camp immediately clapped their hands and laughed. (To be continued.)