Chapter 898 Mobilization

Today is October 28, 1950, the third day of the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea. The first four armies of the Volunteer Army to enter the DPRK with more than 100,000 people have already started fighting in an all-round way. First of all, they hit the belly of the Nanbang Army and beat them violently.

The 118th Division of the Forty Army focused on the 6th Nanbang Division. On the 25th, it killed the opponent's second regiment, and turned around to destroy the opponent's seventh and nineteenth regiments.

Zhou Qingfeng went the wrong way out of bewilderment, and ended up leading a supply convoy under the nose of the Seventh Regiment of the Nanbang. He stumbled to a fork in the road two kilometers away from the opponent's regiment headquarters. Immediately, he shrinks back.

Head Lin of the Seventh South Stick Regiment has realized that his current situation is extremely dangerous. He is eager to gather back his first battalion in 'Chu Mountain', and then run away with the whole regiment. The regiment supply station has received his order to immediately gather at the regiment headquarters in the 'Guchang'.

"We can't be blocked on this road that the enemy must pass through to escape. Now we can only detour to find the main force of the 118th Division, and send the urgently needed supplies there." Zhou Qingfeng took out the map of Nanbang. The maps drawn by the Americans based on aerial photos are much better than the crap in his hands.

And there must be a way to detour, either through the 'Ancient Field' controlled by the main force of the Nanbang Seventh Regiment, or through the 'Kuandai Cave' where the supply station of the Nanbang Seventh Regiment is located.

He only challenged the regiment headquarters with more than 2,000 people when he had mental problems. Zhou Qingfeng also decided to squeeze the persimmons. According to the second lieutenant Nanbang who was raided by him halfway, the regiment supply of the Seventh Regiment is located in the 'Kuandadong', with a total of more than 300 people, including only a hundred guards.

"When will your regiment's supply station set off to approach the regiment headquarters?" Zhou Qingfeng asked the captured Second Lieutenant Nan Bang with a sullen face.

After the second lieutenant was disarmed, he sat in the same M3 troop carrier with Zhou Qingfeng. He personally held the steering wheel and drove the car. Depart at 16 o'clock and meet him."

Now it's already half past fourteen, but before the action, at least there must be a pre-war mobilization.

"Comrades, our current situation is very critical. The enemy has surrounded us, and we can't contact our superiors. Now there is a strong enemy in front of us, and there is no way out, but I still decided to take the initiative. Only by killing can I complete the task assigned by the superior. task."

"The number of enemies is ten times that of ours, and more than half of them are armed regular troops. But they are already frightened. We should use our heroic and fearless fighting spirit to destroy them in one go. If we don't destroy them, we will not survive."

"Although you are all just migrant workers, militiamen and drivers, you are soldiers on the battlefield. As long as you do what I say, it is difficult to completely wipe out the enemy, but it is still possible to defeat the enemy."

However, it is not easy to persuade a group of rabble to unite and fight to the death. If the enemy is said to be too strong, this group of people may disperse immediately. And speaking of being too weak, is there any team weaker than the ones in front of us?

Zhou Qingfeng was a little nervous when mobilizing, he was not familiar with these people in his team at all. When more than 30 people were called together to say that they were going to fight, it was obvious that many people's eyes were wandering and their will was weak.

However, to Zhou Qingfeng's surprise, among those currently able to go to the front line, there are also firm-minded turkeys, and even party members. At this time, the difference between organized and unorganized can be seen. As soon as Zhou Qingfeng took the lead and said that he would fight, a few party members under him took the initiative to stand up and play an exemplary role.

The party members of the local turtles these days are simply bug-like existences.

"Comrade Xiao Zhou, we didn't intend to go back alive after we went to the battlefield, so you can take us with you." The captain of the former migrant worker was in his forties, and his palms were as rough as tree bark. As soon as he said he was going to play the Nanban, his blood surged, he was more active than Zhou Qingfeng.

"That's right, Mr. Zhou, just tell us what you have in mind. We all listen to you, and you are good at fighting." The captain of the militia was in his thirties, and his anger was high, and his eyes lit up when he heard that there was going to be a war.

The driver squad leader even pulled the drivers of the entire convoy to express their opinions.

"We have all received years of education from the party, and we have also received military training. We dare to fight and fight unambiguously."

Damn..., yes! At this time, the local turtles had a fearless aura of fighting against the sky. Morale was boosted, and a group of rabble who hadn't received much training actually wanted to go to the battlefield, and they couldn't help but fight.

Whether it's militiamen, migrant workers or drivers, five or six party members stood up. They don't care how powerful the enemy is, they only hope to show their loyalty to the organization after a successful battle.

The military spirit is useful, it's just... a bit rustic. The muddy legs of the migrant workers were not cleaned, the militiamen were equipped with all kinds of equipment, and the drivers were still covered in oil. But it doesn't matter, the tradition of the soil turtle is 'no soil, no fighting power'.

"Throw the corpse to the grass by the side of the road for me, and remove all the useful things before throwing the corpse." Zhou Qingfeng made up his mind, and immediately began to issue orders, "All militiamen have bayonets loaded and bullets loaded, and keep an eye on them." Nanbang captive."

"Brothers in Nanbang, don't be afraid. Now I'm going to attack your regiment supply station, just do as I say, and I guarantee that you will enter the prisoner-of-war camp safely." Zhou Qingfeng jumped on the troop carrier to change Korean The order said: "If anyone dares to violate orders, he will be executed on the spot."

Only Uncle Zhou would say such fierce words. It is said that the volunteers treat prisoners preferentially. But none of the Nanbang soldiers at the scene dared to come out and try whether this "supposedly" is true. If it is right, there will be no reward, and if it is wrong, it will cost its life.

On the contrary, the former migrant workers and militiamen at the scene felt that Zhou Qingfeng was straightforward and happy to do things. This kind of speech is convincing, and morale is about to explode.

"Let's go, let's go, let's go immediately." Zhou Qingfeng waved his hand, and everyone got into the car. It is difficult to storm a regiment's supply depot with a company of guards. If you want to fight your way out, you have to use your brains.

According to the captives, the regiment's supply station mainly consists of dozens of trucks. The current truck technology is still very general, and the load of a so-called "ten truck" is only two to three tons. As long as a few trucks at the head and tail are blown up, the entire convoy will be paralyzed and chaotic.

And there happened to be gasoline and explosives in the hijacked Nanbang convoy. Zhou Qingfeng didn't have any other skills, so he was quite qualified for sabotage. He had learned blasting techniques from Minsk, and Minsk, who used to be a combat engineer, was best at playing big scenes of explosions.

Zhou Qingfeng originally wanted to dismantle the shells in the Nanbang convoy and use them as roadside bombs, but dismantling the fuzes was too troublesome and dangerous. He simply gathered his hand grenades and explosives and tied them together to serve as roadside bombs. He pulled a rope into the grass by the side of the road, and pulled it from a distance.

Moreover, Zhou Qingfeng still had two troop carriers with heavy machine guns in his hand. He found a few courageous drivers and militiamen, one drove and the other shot.

When the battle started, the two vehicles rushed towards the densely populated area like tanks, and just fired violently. It's all about guts and luck.

For the mob, the simpler the battle plan, the more effective it is. No matter what he does, just hit him. Either die by yourself, or beat the old master to death. The momentum must not be weak, if it is weak, it will be over.

By the time Zhou Qingfeng led the convoy to the ambush site he had chosen and finished setting up, it was already 16:00, and the supply station of the Seventh Regiment of Nanbang located in Kuandadong should have already set off. .

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