Chapter 963 Containment

For the U.S. military in the 1950s, night vision devices were considered an absolute high-tech. Ordinary soldiers don't want to equip it, and tanks have to wait until the ninth-level m46 'Patton' to become standard equipment. Facing the precise and deadly bullets in the dark, the U.S. military in charge of repairing the Watergate Bridge seemed extremely helpless.

And when the tank guarding itself suddenly turned against the water and fired at its own side, it caused the US infantry platoon in charge of defense to collapse instantly. When the gunfire stopped, the entire scene was already dead and wounded. All the U.S. troops who were still alive raised their hands and shouted for surrender.

Facing the terrible situation, Zhou Qingfeng became extremely excited because of venting. He ordered his subordinates to fire at least a dozen cannonballs. Half of the casualties on the scene were attributed to him. After the scene calmed down, he jumped out of the tank and twisted his body a few times to calm the churning blood.

"Gather the prisoners together, and the officers will guard them alone. Quickly strip off the clothes on the corpses and collect weapons. Especially to find something to eat, everyone must be starving."

Zhou Qingfeng strode around the battlefield, constantly giving orders, and it was especially fun when he counted the spoils. "The Americans actually came out to work with heaters. The kerosene heaters were turned on to the maximum. I almost froze to death."

The ferocious platoon leader was like a ghost from hell, who scared the American prisoners with their hands up to death. They were still working one second, and almost died the next second.

Especially this group of enemies who appeared from the dark night were extremely barbaric, killing people without stripping their clothes, the scene was like a slaughterhouse.

"Platoon leader, here it is!" A soldier handed Zhou Qingfeng an American cotton hat and a pair of gloves. The hat was even stained with a lot of red and white brains.

The brain matter froze into a lump under the low temperature, Zhou Qingfeng reached out and peeled it off before putting it on his head. It's a bit dirty, but he doesn't care. The corpses at the scene were quickly stripped naked, and the clothes, no matter how rotten, were collected because they were now so precious.

Corpses and prisoners were searched one by one, weapons and ammunition were not taken seriously, but the chocolates and candies that American soldiers like to carry with them are the most popular.

Zhou Qingfeng stuffed four or five sticks of chocolate into his mouth, but the more he ate, the more hungry he became. When the other fighters were very satisfied with the capture, he was mad, "I wish I could eat human flesh now!"

Zhou Qingfeng's consumption was far beyond ordinary people, his eyes were red from extreme hunger, and everyone couldn't help being afraid when they saw him. There were only a dozen prisoners who survived. The officer was an engineer platoon leader who belonged to the First Engineer Battalion of the First Division of the 6th Battle.

"We have to speed up our actions and return to the US military positions in Gutuli before the enemy reacts. I hope we can get the diesel oil we urgently need from the enemy."

Zhou Qingfeng's attack was too fast, so fast that the U.S. military failed to issue a warning on the radio. The U.S. military in Gutuli probably didn't know what was going on here. But just as he was about to pack up and take the prisoners to Gutuli, the soldiers on guard outside suddenly opened fire.

"What happened?" Zhou Qingfeng asked, the gunfire made him very nervous. This is the enemy's rear where there are many troops, and the only way to provoke large troops is to die.

"Platoon leader, someone outside has touched us." The guarded soldier shouted.

In the midst of surprise, there was a real shout in the dark night: "Don't shoot, we belong to the reconnaissance company of the 172nd Regiment. We just blew up this bridge. Which unit are you from?"

Hehe..., I met a master. Being able to go deep behind enemy lines and blow up enemy bridges in this bitter cold weather is not something ordinary people can do.

"We belong to the 178th Regiment, come here." Zhou Qingfeng checked with the night vision device and confirmed that the other party should be one of his own.

A few savages in ragged clothes quickly appeared in the dark night. Seeing their messy appearance, they suffered more than Zhou Qingfeng. Because the outstretched hand was black from the cold, and the skin was full of cracks from the cold, which was extremely terrifying.

"My surname is Zhao, and I'm the instructor of the company." First, he was extremely interested in the equipment of Zhou Qingfeng and others, and then expressed surprise at the American corpses all over the floor.

"Are you really strong? We took a lot of trouble to kill the guards here and blow up this bridge.

But you killed the two platoons that came to help you, even including the enemy's tanks. "

"We were originally in the tank platoon of the regiment."

"Tank platoon? Aren't you from the reconnaissance company?"

The instructor was even more surprised, but Zhou Qingfeng asked his subordinates to bring him US military clothes and food and drink. Especially drinking a pot of boiled snow water into the stomach made the other person look much better.

The rough palms were wrapped with gauze, and the worn-out shoes under their feet were replaced with American wool high boots, and they were dressed in a plush jacket and coat. The warm temperature was enough to instantly boost their morale.

"Where are the rest of you?" Zhou Qingfeng asked, he thought it was just the first wave of probing.

But Lao Zhao looked back at his comrades who were like refugees, and whispered with a wry smile: "Our reconnaissance company has lost a lot in the past few days, and now there are only six people who can follow me. The others have either died or don't know where to go.

I have lost contact with my superiors, and originally thought of blowing up the bridge and returning to the army. But I didn't expect the enemy to come so fast, and I didn't expect you to show up too. "

"Then come with us, or you will die outside." Zhou Qingfeng greeted, and his men immediately began to escort the prisoners into the vehicle, while he walked towards the tank.

"Where are you going?" Old Zhao asked.

"Go to the U.S. military positions in Gutuli and see if we can break through? If possible, I would also like to grab some diesel."

Zhou Qingfeng jumped onto the tank, and the bodies of several dead American crew members were quickly thrown out. He took off a corpse's tank cap and goggles, put them on his head, and put on a thick fleece vest, waving behind him.

The 'Old Machine Gun' followed with a team of armored vehicles and trucks, and waved to Lao Zhao: "Come on, follow our platoon leader and have some meat to eat."

Everyone in the platoon was laughing. Their attack was successful without a single casualty. And compared to the shabby walk when they came here, they are much richer now.

And Lao Zhao's people are collectively stupid, but thinking about it, he seems to have no other place to go. If you want to go back over the mountains, I'm afraid you will really die in this ice and snow.

After getting into the car, Old Zhao kept asking.

"What's up with your guns?"

"Good thing seized, with night vision goggles."

"Are you really tank soldiers who ran out for diesel?"

"The tank supported by the bear can't move without diesel."

"You platoon leaders are really audacious."

"You didn't see him when he was so bold!"

In the leading tank, Zhou Qingfeng was interrogating the captive U.S. engineer platoon leader, and at the same time asked him to communicate with his superiors on the radio as he wished.

"The damaged bridge was so badly damaged that a set of rutted bridges was needed to repair it."

"The infantry platoon stayed in place to guard, we came back to get the equipment."

"Get us something to eat if you can, we're starving."

After finishing the call with his superiors, although the engineer platoon leader was trembling, he said to Zhou Qingfeng: "You can't succeed, don't try to break through our position with this little manpower. I think your situation is very bad, maybe you should consider surrendering to save lives.”

Facing the persuasion to surrender, Zhou Qingfeng's sneer was terrifying!