Chapter 943: Untitled

For those who lead soldiers, who doesn't want their subordinates to be as fierce as dragons, as brave as tigers, and capable of fighting well? But reality can't be so perfect.

In the early days of liberation, China had just emerged from the chaos of war, had no food and clothing, and the average life expectancy was only thirty-five years old. It is a miracle that a person can live to adulthood without illness and disaster, and it is a luxury to want to be tall and strong.

Zhou Qingfeng was 1.8 meters tall, not particularly tall in the real world, but he definitely stood out from the crowd in the Korean battlefield. When others saw his size, they felt that the squad leader of the sharp knife class should be like this. But most of his subordinates are only 1.6 meters, and Douding is the shortest, only a little over 1.5 meters.

Regardless of height or age, 'Douding' is only half a child. Although he falsely reported his age to join the army, he was very proud of his identity. In particular, under Zhou Qingfeng's subordinates, he was still able to eat and clothe himself warmly, not to be beaten and scolded, and to play tricks on Americans with applause, which was even more miraculous.

But in the Sharp Knife Squad, needless to say, Squad Leader Zhou Da, there was no major task that he couldn't do. The deputy squad leader is strict and conscientious, and he takes care of all the trivial matters of the class. 'Old Machine Gun' is experienced and knowledgeable. Others also have their own abilities. Only 'Douding' was sloppy in everything except being a little clever.

Although others didn't say it clearly, but in the army that only valued ability but not sympathy, they somewhat discriminated against 'Douding' and felt that he was a drag on the whole class. Because of this, he has been looking for opportunities to prove himself.

Usually with Zhou Qingfeng in charge, there is nothing that requires 'Douding' to express himself. But Zhou Qingfeng was seriously injured by the tank that had just exploded, and other team members either died or disappeared. 'Douding' a passion and stubbornness came out instead, he wanted to blow up the tank desperately.

The seriously injured Zhou Qingfeng needed to supplement his nutrition, so he desperately stuffed food into his mouth. The powerful self-healing ability is urging the body to provide sufficient nutrition, and the digestive system is adjusted to the most efficient working state, which also brings Zhou Qingfeng a huge sense of hunger.

But a U.S. Army C meal had only eaten less than half, and Zhou Qingfeng watched as 'Douding' ran towards the direction of the tank with the explosive package. He cursed loudly: "'Douding', are you looking for death?"

But this time, 'Douding', who was always talkative, was as silent as a stubborn bull. Zhou Qingfeng could only throw away half of his C meal, and followed with his carbine. If he didn't follow up, that stupid little soldier wouldn't even be able to touch the side of the tank.

Just a few houses away, dozens of U.S. troops in charge of encircling and suppressing the Sharp Knife Squad are surrounding them. Relying on a tank, they kept approaching the roof of one of the houses. A machine gun on the roof was firing fiercely, but the enemy did not shoot at him, but knocked him away with a grenade.

There was a bang explosion, and the house with civil structure could not withstand such damage, and the whole collapsed. A few distressed figures escaped from the flying bricks and broken wood, and the American soldiers following the tank immediately opened fire and killed two of them.

Among the figures who were killed, one rushed towards the tank, holding a smoldering explosive bag in his hand. The U.S. troops hiding behind the tank immediately yelled, "Dodge, there are explosives!"

There was another loud bang, and the explosive package exploded seven or eight meters away from the tank. The U.S. troops behind the tank shrank their heads and necks one by one, only feeling a gust of wind blowing in front of them. The sundries mixed in the strong wind became extremely deadly, and people who were not covered were immediately beaten to the point of bleeding.

A few seconds later, things that were blown up fell ping-pong-pong, including building materials and flesh and blood. But the tank was fine, and the occupants in the car had no problems at all except that they were quite frightened.

"Are those sons of bitches dead?" The dust settled, and the tank's commander looked out of the turret observation hole, but couldn't see anything. The street outside has changed beyond recognition, it is a pile of ruins.

Bang... the tank commander opened the turret hatch and got out. He scanned the messy environment around him, then turned his head and shouted to the soldiers following the tank: "Follow me up and have a look, pay attention to protect the tank's wings."

The rumbling tank moved forward again, and the collapsed earth wall continued to crumble under its tracks.

American soldiers wanted to see a few decent corpses, but they only saw a big crater.

The crater was so deep that the tank had to turn to avoid sinking into it. It got out of the way, revealing the American soldiers hiding behind it.

At this moment, a point of fire suddenly appeared in the ruins more than ten meters away, and with a short burst of da da da, the tank commander on the turret was beaten limply and fell into the turret.

The U.S. soldiers behind the tank immediately focused their fire and attacked, and the gunner of the turret was also furious, and a grenade was about to be fired as soon as the barrel was turned. Before the cannonballs were fired, several consecutive grenades were thrown over first, and the exploding smoke once again covered the battlefield.

The 'old machine gun' emerged from the soil, the blood on his forehead was mixed with sand and dust, almost covering his eyes. The attack of the two anti-tank teams just now was suicide at all, because none of them had any experience in fighting tanks, and they found that the reality was different from what they imagined as soon as they entered the field.

Without special training, relying on Zhou Qingfeng's verbal description is useless. One soldier was even scared and overwhelmed by the rumbling iron guy, and sacrificed in vain.

And now the two anti-tank teams are finished, and the 'old machine gun' is only left with the machine gun in his hand. He felt that he couldn't run away, so he just pointed his gun at the tank.

"'Old machine gun', you fucking idiot, I taught you for nothing. Who told you to fight tanks like this?" A roar came from behind.

'Old Machine Gun' felt like someone lifted his neck and dragged him away. But when he heard the scolding, he didn't panic at all, instead he shouted happily: "Squad leader, you're not dead!"

"Aim at the back of the tank and shoot me." Zhou Qingfeng dragged the 'old machine gun' for a few steps before he couldn't move. The severe chest and abdomen injuries severely reduced his physical strength. He could only push the 'old machine gun' and shouted: "I'll throw a grenade for cover, you go around the back to support 'Douding', that kid went to blow up the tank."

"What?" The 'Old Machine Gun' thought: Can 'Douding' blow up tanks?

"Stop talking nonsense, go quickly." Zhou Qingfeng breathed heavily, he took off a few grenades from his waist gear, and threw them while pulling the rings, "I was seriously injured, and now I can only watch 'Douding'."

The 'Old Machine Gun' didn't waste time anymore, he staggered while holding the machine gun and started to detour. And the M4A3E8 that was close at hand was still advancing, and several American soldiers following behind were carefully rubbing forward.

The 'Old Machine Gun' didn't go far, found a gap and started shooting at the enemy behind the tank. As soon as the gunfire rang out from his side, the tank immediately turned its turret to aim at it, and the American soldiers behind were also nervously spraying bullets.

In just a few seconds, an American soldier emptied the 'Garand' magazine, retracted the back of the tank and re-changed the bullet. Before he could change the ammunition, he suddenly heard a yelling sound coming from nearby. He quickly dropped the rifle, took out the pistol and aimed it roughly, and then kept firing.

And a smoking five kilograms of explosives was thrown from the direction of the sound. .

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