Chapter 902 Stay

In less than three minutes, when the Nanbang soldiers in the woods figured out the situation, they immediately lost the will to fight.

It was impossible to break out of the encirclement. Two troop carriers equipped with heavy machine guns stared outside. Cross-fire could kill half of the soldiers. Scatter and escape? At that time, when people light a fire, the whole mountain will burn up. How many people can run away? , without thinking too much, the only way out is surrender.

And when the more than 70 Nanbang soldiers took off their coats and walked out of the woods under the leadership of the commanding lieutenant, the more than 30 soil beetles guarding outside were all happy and crazy.

"Oh my God! We won, we really won."

"These enemies are too inexperienced. Their numbers are several times larger than ours, and they actually let us win so easily."

"Look at their trembling looks, they are obviously scared."

Seeing that the one who defeated him turned out to be a group of irregular logistics personnel, Lieutenant Nan Bang who took the lead really wanted to cry, "We just want to fight for peace and don't want to continue fighting. We are not trembling in fear, but trembling in the cold. Trembling."

In the winter, all the Nanbang prisoners not only had to hand over their weapons, but also took off their clothes to only their underwear, which was humiliating and uncomfortable for each of them. A party member leading the team reminded Zhou Qingfeng, "Is this a violation of the captive policy?"

"The number of captives is several times more than ours. Not only do we not have enough guards, but we almost don't even have enough ropes to tie them up. Let them stay in the cold to be more honest." Zhou Qingfeng has always been a pragmatist. If you want to eat such a large number of prisoners, you have to think of a way.

There are more than 40 vehicles in the entire Nanbang Depot, except for a few damaged in the battle, there are still more than 30 vehicles. In addition to Zhou Qingfeng's previous possessions and prisoners, he actually has more than 50 vehicles, which is not a small number in the hands of the volunteers.

"Clean the battlefield and gather weapons. Set aside a few empty cars to guard the prisoners, and at the same time pick out those who can drive from among the prisoners and give them preferential treatment." But no matter what, Zhou Qingfeng found that he couldn't take all the cars away at once. There are not even as many people as there are cars.

What is even more troublesome is that Zhou Qingfeng also found that what he intercepted was only a part of the supply station of the Nanbang Seventh Regiment, and there were more than 200 Nanbang logistics personnel rushing with hundreds of trailers in the form of mules and horses. come over.

The combat effectiveness of the group of people behind was even worse. A troop carrier led a dozen militiamen and captured them in one charge.

"Damn it, eat too much at one time, you'll be stuffed to death." Zhou Qingfeng wanted to swallow the entire Nanbang Supplies, but he realized that his appetite was too big and he might cause trouble.

Before surrendering, Lieutenant Nanbang had already notified the headquarters of the Seventh Regiment of Nanbang by radio that he had been attacked. As long as the enemy really wanted to survive, they would immediately send people out to pursue them. After all, this is all the supplies for the whole regiment, without food or drink, they will collapse without beating them.

But the 118th Division also lacked food and drink, and the volunteers had even more difficulties.

The Nanbang Supply Station surrendered too quickly. Except for the bombed part, there are still a lot of food, ammunition, gasoline and other supplies left. It is really impossible for Zhou Qingfeng to give up on the boxes of U.S. Army field rations alone.

The U.S. military has always been lavish, and the local rich man's fingers can leak things casually, which can make the poor volunteers drool with greed.

In addition to dozens of tons of food enough to supply a regiment, there are also a large number of weapons and ammunition in the convoy. Especially the 105mm grenade is even more eye-catching. Two hundred grenades are already the firepower that can only be used in division-level battles.

Think about the tens of thousands of officers and soldiers of the 118th Division who were suffering from hunger and cold in the ice and snow. Zhou Qingfeng gritted his teeth and said to his subordinates: "Forget about the ammunition, we will send the food to the division. We have a map and a guide, and we probably know where we are. Where is our army, it won't take long to drive faster."

Everyone had no objection to this, and hurriedly organized more than 30 trucks and corresponding personnel to get on the road quickly. It is now 17 o'clock in the afternoon, even if it is night, it must be sent to the volunteers. As for the remaining trucks, ammunition, weapons and prisoners... .

"Let's hide the rest of the vehicles and supplies in the nearby woods first. The captives' clothes are all taken away, and their hands and feet are tied up. If they stay in the truck, they won't get cold wind, and they won't freeze to death for a while. If they break free If you want to escape, you will die sooner." Zhou Qingfeng said.

However, several party members disagreed with this idea, "The enemy will definitely send people out to chase after this batch of supplies. If you leave the things behind, the enemy will still take them back.

Or forget about destroying these ammunition and trucks, getting more than 30 trucks of food is already pretty good. We can't get the rest, and neither can the enemy. "

Necessary trade-offs on the battlefield are inevitable, but Zhou Qingfeng is not willing to spit out the meat that reaches his mouth. He also wanted to have higher military achievements, and he knew that the life of the Volunteer Army would become more and more difficult in the future. The more good things were captured, the fewer soldiers would sacrifice.

"I will find a way to stop the enemy. You go and find the troops. It will be dark soon, and the U.S. planes should not be dispatched. Nanbang's troops will also be left behind. No one will stop you. .”

"Let's go to the army, won't you go with us?"

"Of course I'm going to stay and keep this batch of supplies, so you drive faster and send the supplies there, and let the army send someone to pick them up immediately."

"Wait... you want to stay alone?"

"certainly."

Several party members felt that Zhou Qingfeng was crazy. The soil beetle has always paid attention to mobile warfare, and the reason is that he is too weak, and he will end up guarding one place sooner or later. But Zhou Qingfeng wanted to stay and guard the supplies, which was tantamount to sitting and waiting for the enemy to attack.

It's just that the local turtles are too poor these days, and several party members are also very reluctant to part with those precious vehicles, firearms, shells and so on. It is not uncommon to exchange human lives for materials these days. If Zhou Qingfeng wants to stay, they can only think that this young man is making a contribution with a fearless spirit of sacrifice.

"Good job, young man. But you have to be careful by yourself. If you can't bear it, you will retreat. It's not shameful."

"Yes, materials are important, but keeping the vitality is more important."

"Be smart in war, we'll go first."

After confirming that Zhou Qingfeng was staying, the other 30 people in the team raced to leave immediately. Because they knew that the sooner they found the troops, the sooner they could come back and save this brave young man.

Zhou Qingfeng, who stayed behind, looked at his watch. It took more than an hour to deal with the prisoners of war and organize the convoy. It was already 18:30 before nightfall, and the sun was about to set.

I ate a few k-meals sent by the Yankees, carried the 'Garand' made by the Yankees on my back, and wore a 'Browning' pistol and MK2 grenade on my waist. Zhou Qingfeng stood on a hill overlooking the winding road among the mountains, thinking to himself: It looks like a night battle is about to be fought. 8