Chapter 950: A New Idea

The U.S. military position at the three-way intersection was breached, which was tantamount to closing off the escape route of the Yunshan enemy. Limited to Yunshan's terrain, as long as this intersection is guarded, the Eighth U.S. Cavalry Regiment basically cannot escape.

This is the main heavy regiment of the Great American Army, and taking it down is enough for the PLA to boast for decades. But precisely because this is the main force of the US military, the Yankees will definitely come to the rescue. If you want to keep the victory, you must do your best.

After a short break in the battle, Zhou Qingfeng sat on his tank, surrounded by volunteer soldiers who were as busy as worker ants. In order to block this escape route for the US military, the 1st Battalion of the 347th Regiment is rebuilding the position left by the US military to prepare for the subsequent impact of the Yankees.

Zhou Qingfeng's identity had already been confirmed. When it was learned that he was the squad leader of the Sharp Knife Squad who had sneaked into the U.S. regiment headquarters and sent out several carts of ammunition supplies and intelligence, the soldiers and officers in the battalion all looked at him with admiration.

It's just that the battle is tense, and it's already half past ten at night. If you want to control the overall situation before the arrival of the US military aircraft, you must get the US Eighth Regiment before dawn. At present, no one is in charge of Zhou Qingfeng, just let him rest.

Regarding Zhou Qingfeng's tank, none of the officers of the Volunteer Army knew how to command him. Some people wanted him to serve as a fixed point of fire for the position, but the battalion commander of the Volunteer Army who had just withstood the impact of the US tanks abandoned this backward view.

"It's too wasteful to keep this thing as a firepower point. It's only when the iron bastard runs vigorously. Have you all forgotten the feeling of being hit by an American tank?" Although the soil turtle is dirty, its thoughts are still very active. It's just that the battalion commander can't figure out how to use the tank?

But leaving aside the problem of tanks, the US military positions at the intersection of the three forks gave the first battalion a great sense of happiness. This is the gathering point for the escape of the US military, with a large amount of equipment and ammunition piled up, and even two or three hundred prisoners. Although some of them were ruined by Zhou Qingfeng driving a tank, there were still quite a few left.

"Hahaha... Come and see! There are more than 30 large-caliber mortars here, large 107mm caliber tubes, and more than a dozen truckloads of shells, enough to equip a mortar battalion. "

"There are also dozens of trucks and jeeps, especially the quadruple-mounted machine gun vehicle. This thing is really poisonous. It killed so many of our soldiers! But now it belongs to us, and now our battalion's firepower is comparable to that of a regiment."

"Hey..., what is this? What is this long pipe for?"

"That's a super bazooka. It's very useful for individual soldiers to fight tanks and fortifications."

"Comrade Xiao Zhou, can you use your tank to pull those tanks and vehicle wreckage? We want to use them as a cover."

The whole position was as busy as a festival, and everyone was beaming. Looking at the captured US military equipment, I couldn't put it down. Whether it is firearms or artillery, or even the smashed wreckage, the volunteers are like treasures.

Zhou Qingfeng helped a little on the battlefield, but he didn't know what to do next? He has successfully achieved his goal in Yunshan this time. According to the plan of the old screenwriter in the real world, it is against the sky to be able to achieve this step by himself.

"Squad leader, squad leader,..." There was a burst of shouting from far to near, and a figure hurried over.

Zhou Qingfeng took a closer look and saw that the deputy squad leader he sent to transport food and ammunition two days ago had returned. The life-and-death experience made the two very happy when they met. The deputy squad leader gave him a hug when he came up, and said excitedly: "Squad leader, you are really amazing!"

"I heard that someone drove a tank to take down an important position held by the enemy. I thought it must be you. After careful questioning, it turned out to be you. Squad leader, I request to return to the team." The deputy squad leader saluted and his morale was high.

"Return to the team is allowed." Zhou Qingfeng patted his squad deputy on the shoulder and said happily, "If you hadn't sent the information, the battle would not have been so easy."

"I can't compare to you, the class leader, for my little credit!" The class deputy said a few words self-effacingly, then looked behind Zhou Qingfeng, "Where are the others in the class?"

Zhou Qingfeng only had the 'old machine gun' by his side,

Hearing this question, both of them were silent. 'Old Machine Gun' sighed, "There are ten people in the class, only three of us are left. Even 'Douding' is dead, but 'Douding' is a guy, and before he died, he blew up an enemy tank .”

The sacrifice of comrades-in-arms is always the greatest pain in the hearts of soldiers. There are only three lonely people left in the lively squad, and the squad deputy can only keep silent.

"It doesn't matter, if you die, you will die. How can anyone not die in a war? We will die, and the Americans will die, it's the same." Zhou Qingfeng turned his head and patted his tank, and said to the squad deputy: "Come on, get to know me." Take a look at this big guy, the M4A3E8 'Sherman' tank, given to us by the Americans."

Hahaha... Don't bring up the sad topic anymore, talk about something happy. Zhou Qingfeng restored the atmosphere to normal, and led his squad assistant to familiarize himself with his car.

"'Old machine gun', you go get some bullets, I want you to stay in the commander's position and be my eyes and ears. Squad officer, you can't do other work for the time being, you can be a machine gunner. There is a gunner directly in front of the tank. M1919A4 machine gun, it's yours.

Let's eat something first to fill our stomachs. The battle is not over yet, and there are still hours before dawn. Instead of staying here in a daze, we should be active. I have an idea. "

Zhou Qingfeng said that he had an idea, and it was always unexpected. He ate the U.S. Army's C meal that he had kept privately, and at the same time took the squad deputy and the "old machine gun" to the battalion headquarters of the first battalion, asking the first battalion to give him a company.

"Do you want a company?" The battalion commander and others of the first battalion are busy building a blocking position, and their strength is already stretched. Hearing that Zhou Qingfeng actually wanted a company, the people in the battalion felt that the other party was talking about the Arabian Nights.

"According to the captives, the enemy built a temporary airport on the outskirts of Yunshan, where the new regiment headquarters of the Eighth Regiment was set up. We defended here and were beaten. Why didn't we take the initiative to attack the enemy's regiment headquarters? It’s not far, and the tank will arrive soon.”

As soon as Zhou Qingfeng said that, the battalion staff were amazed. The battalion commander didn't dare to be the master, so he could only drag Zhou Qingfeng to the map and ask repeatedly.

It is impossible to attack the enemy regiment headquarters with Zhou Qingfeng's tank. This job is not even something that a battalion can handle. But I have to say that Zhou Qingfeng's idea is really attractive, it is the fastest way to deal with Yunshan's enemies. But this is also a situation that has never happened in the battle of Yunshan in history.

Research came, research went, the battalion commander did not dare to make a decision, so he could only hand over the problem to the regiment headquarters. As a result, the headquarters of the 347th regiment did not dare to make arbitrary claims. After all, the strength of the whole regiment is limited now, and all the troops are very busy. It is not a small risk to let the first battalion who is stuck in a key position to raid the enemy regiment headquarters.

Finally, the question was handed in again, and the division finally made a decision—to fight, of course to fight! But how can one company be enough? Organize at least one battalion of troops.