Chapter Eight Hundred and Ninety Seventh Team

There was no gunfire, no movement, and the M3 troop carrier that opened the way in front was mighty and domineering...and was blocked by the truck at the fork in the road.

Suddenly seeing such a truck appearing on the road, the Nanbang soldiers in charge of escorting it immediately became highly vigilant. Stop, jump off, disperse in battle formation, disperse..., disperse..., where are the people behind?

The Nanbang soldier in the personnel carrier turned his head, and was shocked to find that there was only one truck left in the long line of trucks behind him. Looking at the only remaining truck, and then asking its driver, the driver also looked confused, wondering what happened?

The remaining Nanbang soldiers didn't know what to do, so they could only stand still and send two people to check the situation. As a result, three minutes later, there was a miserable shout: "Brothers in front, you are already surrounded. In order to avoid unnecessary sacrifices, put down your weapons and surrender."

What……?

The sky was covered with leaden gray clouds, the mountains were covered with mud and snow, and the cold wind made people feel colder and colder. The Nanbang soldiers staying on the personnel carrier were all dumbfounded and lost their minds. They were somehow surrounded by people?

Thinking about how the first dozen or so cars were destroyed silently, the situation seemed to be too bad. In the end, the dozen or so Nanbang soldiers looked at me and looked at you. In the end, they could only put down their weapons and raise their hands high. That appearance is really miserable...,

But then a group of cheerful migrant workers and militiamen and drivers came out from both sides of the road. These people were not regular soldiers at first glance, and they couldn't even hold a gun in their hands. When grabbing the weapons put down by Nanbang soldiers, they were all smiling like they were celebrating the New Year.

The fuck is this group of people surrounding us? No matter how you look at it, we are stronger!

"Be honest, don't move around. Anyone who moves will be killed!" The militiaman in charge held a bayonet-mounted rifle and shouted viciously. It was a miracle that they managed to take down an armed transport convoy with such a small force. It was both exciting and frightening.

Nanbang soldiers were a little bit reconciled, but when they saw Zhou Qingfeng coming up with two unlucky captives, they all became quiet again—it is very difficult for the Asian population to grow up to a tall man of 1.8 meters these days, let alone The person in front of him was covered in blood, and it was shocking to look at.

"Go to some drivers and bring up the trucks and troop carriers at the back. Pay attention to the Nanbang drivers on the car, I didn't kill them. Send some militiamen to wake them up for us to drive, and we have to beware of them messing around. If you don't obey Just kill them."

Zhou Qingfeng gave a few instructions to the members of his convoy, then walked up to the captive Nanbang who put down his weapon and asked, "Who is the leader?"

Although Uncle Zhou was dressed in a rustic style, but where is his iron-blooded temperament? Simply put, he regards these captives in front of him as chickens and dogs. When he asked, the Nanbang soldiers all looked at a guy in military uniform inside him.

The man had no choice but to stand up and say, "I am the leading second lieutenant of the transport team. We have put down our weapons and demanded the treatment of prisoners of war."

Trucks and troop carriers from behind drove up one after another. The truck drivers were all knocked out by Zhou Qingfeng's surprise attack while driving at a slow speed, but there were miserable corpses on the troop carriers. Several corpses were almost decapitated, bloody and bloody and extremely scary, just like a slaughterhouse.

Not to mention the Nanbang soldiers were so frightened that they were about to cry, even the migrant workers and militiamen who followed Zhou Qingfeng were terrified. Everyone thought to themselves: This battle hero is really different, killing people is like killing chickens. It really treats people like animals.

Second Lieutenant Nanbang suppressed the urge to urinate, and said in a crying voice: "We want to be treated like prisoners, you can't kill us anymore."

"That's enough, I didn't say I would kill you." Zhou Qingfeng approached slowly, and he wiped the blood on his clothes. In this winter, when the clothes are wet, they will be frozen hard, which is very uncomfortable. He cursed 'damn' and asked, "Tell me where this is?"

He said 'don't kill', but it's no wonder that Zhou Qingfeng's killing without blinking an eye makes people not afraid. Second Lieutenant Nan Bang said in a trembling tone: "This is the ancient field.

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"Ancient Field?" Zhou Qingfeng searched all the prisoners and cleared the troop carrier. He found a more accurate map and a radio station, and asked about the current deployment of the Nanbang Army. He was greatly surprised by the news he received.

The 118th Division is trying to deal with the Seventh Regiment of the Sixth Division of Nanbang, which is advancing near the 'Chu Mountain'. The headquarters of this regiment is in the 'Guchang' not far from the 'Chu Mountain'. The convoy caught by Zhou Qingfeng this time came from the regiment's supply station 'Kuandadong'.

The current situation is that the Nanbang Seventh Regiment wants to escape, but the fuel supplies in the regiment are cut off, and the vehicles in the regiment cannot move. The convoy in front of us transported forty-five barrels of gasoline, two hundred rounds of shells and a large amount of supplies to be sent to the first battalion of the Seventh Regiment occupying 'Chushan', so that the battalion could drive cars and retreat immediately.

The fuel was exhausted and they couldn't move. Finally, the US emperor airdropped fuel to them with a transport plane, but all the supplies fell into Zhou Qingfeng's hands in a blink of an eye. It sounds like Nanban Seventh Regiment is very unlucky, right?

But the problem is that Uncle Zhou's current situation is even more unlucky. He is staying under the nose of the enemy's Seventh Regiment Headquarters, less than two kilometers away from the 'Ancient Field'.

"What the hell? I'm here to find the army. But the army didn't find it, but instead ran to the enemy the army wanted to destroy." Zhou Qingfeng felt his scalp go numb. The current situation is no joke!

Now the Nanbang Seventh Regiment is a bereaved dog who wants to flee, and the road conditions in the northern mountainous area of ​​North Korea are extremely poor, and the roads that can pass military vehicles are very limited. Zhou Qingfeng appeared on the only mobile road for the opponent to escape.

Two kilometers is only two thousand meters, and it can be walked quickly on foot. It’s not far from ‘Ancient Field’ to ‘Chu Mountain’. Now that the supply convoy has an accident and cannot reach its destination, the enemy will soon send a search team to see what happened?

If there was a head-on firefight, it would be easy for Zhou Qingfeng to escape, but his convoy was doomed, and the task of transporting supplies would be impossible.

"Why don't we use the radio to contact our superiors?" The driver squad leader of the motorcade suggested again.

"Can you contact that superior?" Zhou Qingfeng asked angrily. Communications on the battlefield are all confidential. Without the corresponding frequency and password, only psychopaths will talk to you. Sometimes even in order to keep the radio silent, you can't find people even if you have the correct contact information.

Besides, Zhou Qingfeng is currently a leader, can he contact that superior? Did he call a few times, and the Volunteer Army Command responded happily? That's the hell.

What to do?

If Zhou Qingfeng wanted to find the 118th Division, he had to go through the "Ancient Field" stationed at the regiment headquarters of the Nanbang Seventh Regiment, and the first battalion of the Nanbang Seventh Regiment had to pass through him if he wanted to escape from "Chushan" to the "Ancient Field". current path.

"We must act before the enemy reacts." Zhou Qingfeng looked at his seized watch and realized that he only had an hour to make a decision at most.

"How about we sneak attack on the headquarters of the Seventh Regiment?" Someone in the convoy suggested. A group of miscellaneous soldiers killed the enemy's vital points, which sounds like a sense of accomplishment.

But Zhou Qingfeng glanced over with contempt, and cursed secretly: "The consequence of wanting to be Rambo is often to be beaten into a sieve. Now occupying the 'Ancient Field' is not only the regiment headquarters and guards of the Seventh Nanbang Regiment Lian, there are more than 2,000 people in the second and third battalions of the Seventh Regiment. Do you want me to die?

After pondering for a long time, Zhou Qingfeng set his sights on the supply station of the Seventh Regiment in the 'Kuanda Cave'. He thought to himself that there should be no enemies there, right? .

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