Chapter 926 We Are Cooks

"Squad leader, where are we going?" asked the 'Old Machine Gun' sitting in the co-pilot's seat holding the 'crooked handle'.

The tenth card was swaying forward on the rugged mountain road, and the team members all looked novel in the carriage. It was the first time for this group of soil turtles to ride a car, and they actually drove back to foreign meat on the battlefield.

The carriage was covered with canvas, and the deputy squad leader popped out half of his head from the rear window of the driver's cab, and asked inexplicably, "Squad leader, aren't we going back to the army?"

"I still want to catch American prisoners, how can I go back if I don't catch them?" Zhou Qingfeng looked at the time, really worried. It was already past noon, and there were still 24 hours before the battle started, but he didn't even see the hair of the American prisoners.

Hearing that Zhou Qingfeng was determined to capture the American prisoners, the members of the Sharp Knife Squad all looked at each other. Everyone originally thought that the boss was just talking, but now that he has made a lot of contributions, he should call it a day and go home, right?

But... Uncle Zhou will not give up until he catches the American prisoners.

Zhou Qingfeng rummaged through a briefcase while driving. This bag was picked up from the corpse of Company Commander Nanbang. It contained transcripts of various telegrams and maps.

The roads and terrain around Yunshan were clearly marked on the large-scale map. Zhou Qingfeng relied on this map to slowly drive out from the heavily deployed Nanbang Front. Yunshan is surrounded by mountains, only the Qingchuan River basin is flat, and Yunshan is a small city in the mountains.

Zhou Qingfeng drove out of the rugged mountain road alone in a car, with the goal of Yunshan City. The members of his team were a little silent, and it seemed to everyone that his boss didn't understand what was meant by 'let it go when it's good'.

"Tell me, what's in this truck?" Zhou Qingfeng asked.

"It's mainly flour, as well as edible oil, salt, dried meat, and even things like aprons and spatulas. It looks like it's the car of the cooking squad," said the deputy squad leader.

"No, this is not the car of the cooking team. This is supposed to be a car for transporting supplies to the Nanbai troops. What else?" Zhou Qingfeng continued to ask.

"Is this something useful?" The 'old machine gun' on the co-pilot's seat took out a card from under his seat.

Zhou Qingfeng took a look, this should be the pass for the logistics staff of the 15th Regiment of the 1st Division of the Nanbang. But the photo above doesn't look like him, at least not as handsome.

"Squad leader, are we really going to capture American prisoners?" Another soldier poked his head out of the rear window. This soldier is young, short, poor marksmanship, and poor bombardment, but he is a clever ghost, laughing all day long. When Zhou Qingfeng called him 'Douding', he was not annoyed, but acquiesced.

"What? Are you scared?" Zhou Qingfeng knew that his subordinates had no idea in their hearts, so there was no need to present the facts and reason now. If he wanted to maintain morale, he might as well be aggressive.

"I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid." 'Douding' said several times, but after a while, he lowered his tone and said with a smile: "Actually, I'm still a little scared. The main reason is that I haven't seen what Americans look like? I heard they still have black people. It's pitch black like ghosts. Are they real ghosts?"

There is another shameful thing about black soldiers in the U.S. military. The famous 38th Army used to scare itself by treating the Eighth Division of the Nanbang Army as a black regiment of the US Army. As a result, it missed the opportunity and was scolded by Boss Peng.

"You are stupid! Negroes are black-skinned, and they will die if you shoot them. Negroes are actually stupid and stupid. If I have a chance, I will capture some black prisoners for you." Zhou Qingfeng wanted to popularize science, but he still never mind.

When it comes to Americans, the soldiers in the squad are all curious. Hearing Zhou Qingfeng mention black people, everyone was even more skeptical. They almost said that he had never seen black people before, so he must be bragging.

And Zhou Qingfeng's team came out from the mountains and headed for Yunshan along the Qingchuan River Beach Road. Halfway there, he began to carefully look at the map, thinking about where to stop and walk forward. After all, driving saves trouble, but he can't just drive the car directly to Yunshan City.

He was walking along a curve, and Zhou Qingfeng hadn't figured out his current position yet. Suddenly, I felt the ground vibrating continuously, and I could clearly feel it even sitting on the bumpy truck.

What's the matter... an earthquake? impossible!

Zhou Qingfeng hurriedly parked on the side of the road, looked up and looked around. As a result, after waiting for more than ten seconds, the whole class suddenly saw a big guy with a thick cannon tube appear in front of them like a ghost.

Damn... tank!

It was the first time for the soldiers of the sharp knife squad to even ride in a car, and they were collectively dumbfounded. Zhou Qingfeng didn't expect to see American tanks here suddenly, and the rest of the team were drenched in cold sweat from the fear of these tens of tons of iron objects.

One, two, three..., this is at least a tank company, just met on the road, met Zhou Qingfeng and others. This American tank is rarely encountered by an opponent in North Korea. It also exaggeratedly painted a tiger head logo on the front of the vehicle to scare people. It looks really majestic.

"Squad leader, the American prisoners you want are here." Douding didn't know whether he was excited or scared, and shouted in the carriage.

Get out..., now I don't know who has captured who!

Seeing that the cannon barrel on the opposite side was facing him, Zhou Qingfeng immediately shouted: "No one is allowed to move around, no one is allowed to shoot, just stay here honestly, everything is up to me."

The 'old machine gun' on the co-pilot's seat now has a pale face, and his fingers are tightly hugging his 'crooked handle'. It seems that his nerves are about to break from being frightened, and he can't help but directly attack the opposite tank. a shuttle.

"'Old machine gun', it's useless for you to shoot. Instead, our whole class will be bombarded to death by the enemy." Zhou Qingfeng recognized an M4 tank on the opposite side. It looked like a late model of M4A3E8, armored Neither the firepower nor the firepower can be handled by a machine gun.

"What should I do then? I won't surrender." The sweaty deputy squad leader poked his head out of the rear window of the cab, fearful but also extremely decisive.

"Shut the fuck up. Whoever said there was an apron just now, hurry up and give me one." Zhou Qingfeng originally made himself dirty, but his current image is very rustic.

apron?

The whole class thought to themselves: Boss, can you be more serious? It's this time, why do you want an apron?

But the apron was quickly passed to Zhou Qingfeng through the rear window, he fastened it on himself as quickly as possible, and opened the door to get out of the car.

The convoy of tanks had already driven in front of the trucks, and their guns were pointing at Zhou Qingfeng. A jeep drove up from behind, and two US military officers sat in the car, looking at him curiously.

"Hi! Taijun, uh..., no! American friends, I'm so glad to see you." Zhou Qingfeng showed his cutest smirk, and opened his arms towards the American army, "Long live America, President Truman Long live, long live Commander MacArthur!"

The two U.S. military officers on the jeep were also a little dazed. After they exchanged a few words in low voices, one of them frowned and asked Zhou Qingfeng, "Which one is yours?"

"We belong to the 15th Regiment of the 1st Division of Nanbang. We...we have a certificate." Zhou Qingfeng communicated with the U.S. military in English, and then turned around and shouted at the 'old machine gun': "Certificate, that certificate, that pass , give it to me quickly."

The dull 'Old Machine Gun' handed out the pass through the car window, Zhou Qingfeng held it in both hands, and handed it to the American officer on the jeep with a charming smile. The U.S. military officer flipped through the pages, and then looked at Zhou Qingfeng suspiciously. After all, the photo on the pass didn't look very similar to him.

And Zhou Qingfeng continued his bright smile, and even shook the apron he just put on, and shouted loudly: "We are cooks, cooks who cook food, and the level is absolutely first-class. It is a great honor to serve American friends. Please bring Come on us.

Trust me, we really are cooks. ".

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