Chapter 962: Assault

The main force of a regiment of the 1st Division of the 6th Battle of the U.S. Army stayed in Gutuli, and set up circular fortifications on the hills near the river beach. When Zhou Qingfeng arrived at the outskirts of several highlands in Gutuli by night, he found that the situation was more troublesome than he imagined.

The troops had nothing to eat or drink, and were still exposed to the cold wind, exhausting their physical strength. Everyone sweated a lot during the mountain crossing. Once the march stopped, the sweat would freeze quickly and cause frostbite. Moreover, under the extremely low temperature, the firearms were frozen, and the m1 carbine could not even be pulled open.

What's even more unfortunate is that the enemy has deployed at least one company or even one battalion on all the hills. It is impossible to sneak into the ancient soil under the nose of the enemy. And even if you go in, how do you get out?

The only good news is that the night vision device can still make do with it, Zhou Qingfeng can spot the enemy one or two hundred meters ahead of time, so as not to startle the enemy.

"Platoon leader, what should we do?" The "Old Machine Gun" stepped forward and asked, "It's too cold, no matter what we do, we must do it quickly."

The eyebrows of the 'Old Machine Gun' were covered with ice, and the soldiers behind him looked quite tired. Zhou Qingfeng nodded, waved his hand and said, "We can't provoke you directly, let's take a detour."

Although the detour method is a bit stupid, it is better than death. The soldiers silently followed Zhou Qingfeng, wearing rubber-soled shoes and continuing on in the ice and snow world.

During this period, Zhou Qingfeng also used his clothes to block the light to check the map, and decided on the next plan, "Let's go around to the back of Gutuli. The US military over there should not be so vigilant."

Marching, marching, the land turtle's army is looking for opportunities on the enemy's front with its own pair of iron feet. Zhou Qingfeng led the team to walk around the circular fortification in Gutuli, and came to the location called 1081 highland on the map.

This is an extremely steep place with a height difference of six to seven hundred meters. The Changjin Lake hydropower station uses the power generated by the drop. The U.S. military engineers built a winding one-way lane here, and the location is very important.

From the rough hills down to the flat single track, it feels much more comfortable underfoot. But there wasn't even a bird in this wilderness, Zhou Qingfeng found that he could only bite the bullet and continue marching, trying to see if he could sneak into the enemy's position in the ancient soil from the rear.

And just when Zhou Qingfeng was almost exhausted from the night march, the savior appeared—an explosion sounded suddenly in the dark night in the far south, and after a while, an armed convoy rushed out from the direction of Gutuli, and killed them in the direction of the explosion. past.

Hey... there are tanks, armored vehicles and a large number of mounted infantry.

Such an armed convoy could not be handled by Zhou Qingfeng's 20 or so light infantry, but after evading, he decided to follow the convoy for a while, because the opponent's actions must be related to the explosion just now.

After walking another four or five kilometers on foot, just when everyone was exhausted, Zhou Qingfeng finally knew what the convoy was doing just now. This is a US military engineer, and the explosion just now was most likely caused by volunteer reconnaissance units operating in the wild.

What was destroyed by the explosion was a bridge, a bridge that has been publicized countless times by later generations of writers—Shuimen Bridge. It was the hydropower station bridge that was bombed several times by the Volunteer Army and repaired several times by American engineers, and finally forced the Americans to airdrop bridge repair parts from Japan to repair it.

Zhou Qingfeng doesn't care about that vital bridge now, he only cares about the bridge-repairing team that is lax in defense, "Move your hands and feet, we have something to do."

The U.S. military has no spirituality in fighting, and they rely purely on firepower, but their engineers really rely on technology. The engineers and soldiers of the United States are indeed the world's number one in repairing bridges, paving roads, and building construction. Their professional skills and work quality are beyond words.

Through the night vision device, Zhou Qingfeng could see about a platoon of US engineers busy repairing the bridge, while a platoon of infantry including tanks and armored vehicles was standing guard.

"Squad one goes to the left, and squad two goes to the right. I'll lead the third squad up from the middle. When I kill that tank, you all start together." Zhou Qingfeng ordered, and now his men are equipped with Motorola walkie-talkies, and the command started. Much more convenient.

The three classes quietly dispersed,

Approaching the enemy in a zigzag shape. Zhou Qingfeng walked in the front. Instead of using a carbine, he took out a dagger, and jumped out when he was close to the distance of more than 20 meters from the tank.

The severe cold caused Zhou Qingfeng's physical strength to decline severely, and he couldn't even run faster than usual. The vigilant commander on the tank turret obviously heard the sound of hurried footsteps in the wind, and the machine gun on the turret had already aimed at it as soon as it turned.

A flint lamp was lit at the bridge repair site, and a cold light suddenly flashed from the lamp, which directly hit the commander's face door on the turret.

The commander had a dagger on his head, and he fell into the tank without even humming. However, in the night of biting cold wind, other guards who shrank their necks to avoid the wind did not notice this change. Zhou Qingfeng rushed out quickly, jumped onto the turret of the tank and got into the hatch.

Due to the sudden incident, the crew members in the tank did not expect it. The gunner was leaning on the seat and dozing off with his head drooped. The working tank engine somehow made him feel warmer. The others were completely unprepared, and were invaded by the God of Death.

Zhou Qingfeng put his foot on the gunner's neck, then pulled out his pistol and fired at the other crew members. After three or five shots, the car turned into a steel grave.

After dealing with the occupants in the car, Zhou Qingfeng rushed to the driver's seat, pushed the corpse away and emerged from the front hatch. The third squad under his command is rushing forward, while the first and second squads in the other direction have opened fire.

"Get on the tank, let's start it." Zhou Qingfeng shouted, and four crew members of the third squad climbed onto the tank and entered the turret. He immediately pulled the two joysticks on the driver's seat, and the tank's tracks twisted back and forth, followed by the turret.

The gunshots caused a commotion in the entire maintenance site. There was an M3 half-track personnel carrier near the tank. The American soldiers on the vehicle were about to operate heavy machine guns and start shooting in a panic. And Zhou Qingfeng, who had already turned half of the vehicle, immediately stopped the tank and shouted: "Kill it."

Entering the tank is a complete tank group. Thanks to 'god', they can operate all US tanks just like Zhou Qingfeng. Hearing the order of his own platoon leader, the rotating turret also stopped immediately, the muzzle was pointed at the half-track vehicle, and the grenade flew out with a bang.

Before firing the gun, the American soldiers on the half-track vehicle looked at the tank pointed at their own tank with horrified eyes. He opened his mouth as if to remind himself that he was a comrade in arms, but the flames from the muzzle had already engulfed him.

Due to the short distance, the safety of the grenade could not be unlocked, but after it crashed into the half-track vehicle, it released huge kinetic energy. The half-track vehicle weighing several tons was blasted more than ten meters in an instant, and disintegrated in mid-air. The American soldiers on the vehicle were submerged in a pile of twisted parts flying around.

"Grenade one, reload." Zhou Qingfeng continued to turn the car, his face distorted in the cold wind, staring at the other panicked American soldiers with a murderous look. He who has accumulated a lot of hostility urgently needs to vent!