Chapter 960 Difficulties

Talking about his own tank, Zhou Qingfeng was as excited as a child. For a boy, being able to spend a large sum of money to play with real guns like him is something to be proud of.

Although the IS-7 transformed with the "old five-nine" technology looks old in modern eyes, it will show its ferocious face in the 50-year Korean War. Zhou Qingfeng was not afraid of spending money, and he didn't need his big toys to last long, so various extreme functions were integrated into it.

It's just that the queens just thought the tank was very interesting at first, and they got bored after a long time. The Queen's husband who came to join in the fun was also very boring. If they were not forced by Liu Zonghan, they would not want to keep their smiles.

Zhou Qingfeng felt this very keenly. He shrugged and stopped introducing his precious tank, turned off the projector, dropped the remote control of the PPT and said: "Well, I know you are not interested. Um..., I also Time to find a place to eat."

Looking at the time, it was eight o'clock in the evening. It was the time when the night market started. Zhou Qingfeng drove a car by himself to find food. Tianhou and their husbands didn't follow, because Uncle Zhou's eating style was too casual, he might go for the most luxurious star-rated restaurant, or he might go for the cheapest roadside stall.

Today Zhou Qingfeng invited the old screenwriters from Bayi Factory to have dinner together. All the troubles he had in the Battle of Yunshan before were actually guided by an old screenwriter who was familiar with the entire history of the battle. Otherwise, relying on him to gnaw boring books temporarily, it will be difficult to grasp the point of breaking the game.

The old screenwriter chose the small shop downstairs of his own residents, and the father and father sat down and ordered a few hot dishes and began to discuss the battle of Changjin Lake.

"The Ninth Corps of the Volunteer Army fought against the First US Marine Division in Changjin Lake. It was a terrible fight. Our 160,000 people fought more than 60,000 enemies, but we failed to achieve the goal of the campaign. We lost more than ten days of effort." 60,000, and only 30,000 were lost in combat, but more people were killed from frostbite than in combat.”

Talking about this tragic battle, the old screenwriter sighed. There are too many regrettable things in this battle, and it has also been interpreted by people of later generations in various ways, including cynicism and even abuse.

"There are no ifs in war. I know that many young people now feel how great they are after reading a little book, and feel that their ancestors are too stupid. But those guys who can only talk nonsense can be exhausted after running five kilometers. How can they understand?" What strategy and war?" The old screenwriter sneered a few times in disdain.

Zhou Qingfeng asked sincerely, "If we want to save this battle, how should we proceed?"

The old screenwriter ate a mouthful of beef, smiled and shook his head and said: "There is a reason why the war is fought like that, and it is not that you can change it if you want to. You think those old men who spent their lives in the army in the past are stupider than you, see The plight of the Ninth Corps at that time?"

That's right.

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"Then if a particularly powerful tank platoon enters the battlefield, is there any way to turn it around?" Zhou Qingfeng asked again.

The old screenwriter was amused, "Tank platoon? Even if you have a tank division, it's useless. The strength of the Americans at that time was not because of a few more weapons, but because of the generational difference in the entire combat system. You are a vegetarian for other people's planes. ?If someone can beat you, you dare not stand up during the day!

Besides, at that time the Volunteers lost so much, the biggest difficulty was the severe cold. If it wasn't for the weather being minus 30 degrees too cold, maybe the 1st Marine Division would really be doomed. "

Zhou Qingfeng may still be able to fight, but he really has nothing to do with the weather. He couldn't help feeling a headache for the situation he was going to face next. The dungeons of the Korean battlefield were really more difficult than the other!

"War is not about playing games. You can't fight again if you are not ready. You can't pause, let alone start over when you feel that you have suffered a loss in the middle of the fight. When the enemy kills you, you have to fight. It's like a successful player in this world. Man, didn't that spell out at a price?"

The old screenwriter said this,

Instead, he paused for a while, and then continued: "You said just now that if there is a strong tank platoon, what would be the best thing to do? I have a non-solutionary solution.

The logistics of the Volunteer Army is rotten and there is no need to improve. If you want to bring the advantages and disadvantages of the two sides closer, then simply ignore yourself and try to mess up the logistics of the US military. Americans are also human beings, and they will collapse without eating or drinking. If the situation turns bad, they will finish faster if they have not suffered. "

Hey..., this is an idea!

But the problem is that the American logistics must be heavily guarded, and it is not so easy to destroy it, right?

However, the old screenwriter provided Zhou Qingfeng with an idea. After all, when it comes to the ability to break through on the land battlefield, tanks are number one. And he happens to have super tanks, although only one platoon.

In the days that followed, Zhou Qingfeng began to carefully study the logistics system of the US military during the Changjin Lake Battle. His eyes were fixed on the material storage yard and roads of the First Marine Division. And as time passed, one month came.

Three IS-7 heavy tanks and two engineering vehicles transformed from tank chassis were prepared, and a reinforced tank was discharged on the Korean battlefield in the cold winter of 1950. Zhou Qingfeng entered the dungeon again, and immediately felt the bone-chilling cold.

"My God, why am I wearing unlined clothing?" Zhou Qingfeng remembered that he was wearing the US military's woolen warm military uniform before.

Looking at the forest surrounded by ice and snow, the cold wind was blowing, and the members of the tank platoon prepared by 'GOD' for Zhou Qingfeng were right in front of them.

The original squad deputy became the platoon deputy, and the 'old machine gun' became the squad leader. But everyone was wearing thin winter clothes, and in the low temperature of minus 30 degrees, the snow fell from their beard and hair, and their breath turned into ice.

Zhou Qingfeng's tank platoon is a special organization that he obtained by using BUG. Normally, each IS-7 has five crew members. After the improvement, only four people can drive and fight.

Taking advantage of the large interior space of the electric transmission tank, Zhou Qingfeng imitated Israel's Merkava's approach and crammed eight people into it during the transformation. These eight people can be expanded into two tank teams when necessary, greatly enhancing his strength.

In addition to doubling the manpower in the crew, Zhou Qingfeng also got two more engineering vehicles modified with the same chassis. The engineering vehicle has no artillery and less armor, but it has a bulldozing blade, towing tools and a large warehouse, which are specially used to transport ammunition and supplies to Zhou Qingfeng.

There are also two sets of crew members in the engineering vehicle. If necessary, Zhou Qingfeng can use his spare crew members to expand into a small tank company with ten tanks. But now it's all right, Zhou Qingfeng's No. 40 tank platoon is shivering in the cold wind.

"Damn 'GOD', the **** didn't even prepare clothes for me, and wanted to freeze me to death?" With Zhou Qingfeng's physique, he was shivering from the cold, let alone other people. Everyone's face was ashen, feeling like they would freeze to death at any moment.

And this is not the biggest problem Zhou Qingfeng encountered...

The platoon deputy took a half step forward and said in a heavy tone: "Platoon leader, we are in big trouble. The diesel fuel provided to us by the logistics was blown up by the enemy plane on the way, and our tanks were all out of fuel and couldn't move."

Holy crap... Zhou Qingfeng is really blinded!