Chapter Nine Hundred and Sixty Fourth Mixed In

Sitting in the half-tracked personnel carrier, Lao Zhao personally felt the strength of the US military. A few kilometers of road can be run in ten minutes, which is much faster and more comfortable than climbing mountains and valleys. Sitting in the car, he didn't even care where Zhou Qingfeng was taking him?

The Ninth Corps was preparing to liberate Treasure Island before entering the court. They were training in South China, and they never expected to be transported to North Korea by train to experience the baptism of severe cold-the temperature was minus 30 to 40 degrees, what was that like?

There were not enough cotton-padded clothes, and the soldiers were generally frostbitten; they could not make fires, and the soldiers could only eat potatoes that were as frozen as stones. On the snow, the soldiers huddled together to keep warm.

Old Zhao's reconnaissance company worked even harder, and now they are dying and scattered. He can persevere until now, completely relying on his strong will.

In the dark night, he took the initiative to greet Zhou Qingfeng. Could it be because Lao Zhao couldn't hold on and had to ask for help? But it's completely different when I get into the car of the tank platoon leader - it turns out that fighting can be so comfortable!

The half-tracked personnel carrier has a canvas carport for shelter from wind and rain, and there is a kerosene heater inside the car, which burns vigorously, making my heart warm just looking at it. Several cans were still hot on the heater. They were field food brought by the US military convoy. They contained biscuits, luncheon meat, sugar and cigarettes.

The warmed cans were handed over to Lao Zhao's people first, and a bearded squad leader persuaded: "Eat it, I know you are more bitter than us. American treats, please don't be polite!"

Lao Zhao still wanted to decline one or two, but his stomach was really disappointing. The heated luncheon meat was delicious and whetted his appetite. "I haven't eaten well for several days. I'm really hungry. You're welcome."

Accompanied by the boiled snow water, Lao Zhao devoured it hungrily. The bearded squad leader had to persuade him to eat slowly and be careful not to overburden his stomach. Sudden overeating under extreme hunger will kill people.

After eating warmly and wearing warmly, Lao Zhao became more energetic. But the soldiers in the tank platoon in the car took the time to rest, and slept to recover their strength after eating something. He was full of doubts, but after thinking about it, let it go-no matter how much he has, I also rest, and I can only fight after I rest.

After a few minutes of rest, the convoy had already returned to the US military positions in Gutuli.

The U.S. military sentry on the road looked at the "U.S. convoy" of tanks opening the way, and there was no embarrassment at all. They just asked the troop number and name of the commander who couldn't see his face clearly on the turret, and then saluted and let them go.

For Zhou Qingfeng, who is familiar with military history, he understands the US military better than the US military. The Battle of Changjin Lake is a subject that has been studied over and over again by the historians. A lot of historical materials come from the Americans themselves who have personally experienced the war.

After citing the unit number and the name of his 'officer', Zhou Qingfeng drove the M4A3E8 tank into the US military's circular position in Gutuli. The so-called 'circular position' is not a big circle with a wall, but a large number of fortifications and crossfire occupying several hills and roads around Gutuli.

These positions are not for the outside world, as long as they get into the positions, Zhou Qingfeng will breathe a sigh of relief. However, the march and battle of climbing mountains and ridges overnight consumed a lot of time, and it was almost four o'clock in the morning, so no matter what you did, you had to speed up.

Gutuli is a river beach formed by the impact of a river. The main force of the US Marine Regiment and a large number of attached troops are here. There are marines, tanks, artillery, auto soldiers, logistics and medical personnel.

This place is no different than Yunshan, Zhou Qingfeng dare not mess with the enemy's large troops. He was looking for diesel, and the target was naturally the car transport team.

"Hi... I'm looking for Company C of the First Vehicle Transport Battalion. Where are they?" Zhou Qingfeng asked the American sentinel on the side of the road carelessly from the tank turret.

Where did the U.S. sentry think that this guy who was driving a Marine Corps tank and wearing a U.S. military uniform was actually an enemy? The other party showed Zhou Qingfeng the way without even thinking about it.

Inside the half-track vehicle, Lao Zhao saw that the resting tank soldiers had grasped their weapons tightly, but Zhou Qingfeng, who was fooling the enemy outside, was naturally free and easy. He couldn't help laughing: "Your platoon leader is really capable,

The English is very slippery, and Americans have no way to see through it. "

"It's dark and cold, and everyone is wrapping themselves up tightly. Who wants to investigate a group of 'insiders' who have already been inspected?" The bearded squad leader replied. Seeing that the situation had eased, he stretched out his hand again, "I am the squad leader, and everyone calls me 'Old Machine Gun'."

"My surname is Zhao, and everyone calls me 'Zhao Glasses', but now my glasses are gone." Old Zhao also shook hands, which seemed to make him closer.

Zhou Qingfeng's convoy continued to advance in the enemy's hinterland, and finally found the so-called 'C Company', when suddenly a group of sentries ran over and yelled at the convoy. He was on the lead tank, but his convoy consisted of more than a dozen vehicles, and the sentry was yelling at the troop carrier where the 'old machine gun' was at the rear.

The U.S. sentry at the back of the carriage was chattering, and the "Old Machine Gun" and others were dumbfounded. The two sides are basically talking about chicken and duck. But Zhou Qingfeng in the front didn't have time to react, and when he was about to wear his band, Lao Zhao, who was also wearing a U.S. military uniform, spoke.

"Okay, okay, we got it. You can get out, don't make trouble here. We have been blowing the cold wind all night, and now we are very angry." Lao Zhao's tone was extremely impatient, and he didn't dare to face Look at those American sentinels, they can only cover up with disdain.

The U.S. mobile sentinel yelled a few words and left angrily. The 'Old Machine Gun' regained his composure and quickly grabbed Lao Zhao's shoulder, asking in surprise, "Do you understand the American bird language? What are they talking about? "

"Those sentries said we couldn't park here and asked us to leave immediately. I scolded them a few words and ignored them." Lao Zhao replied with a smile: "I'm from the reconnaissance company, how can I get along without two brushes?"

"Old Machine Gun" laughed, and hurriedly reported to Zhou Qingfeng on the walkie-talkie, "Platoon Leader, we found a treasure. 'Zhao Glasses' can speak bird language and is a cultural person."

Zhou Qingfeng, who led the team at the front, heaved a sigh of relief. He has always been the only one in the team who can speak foreign languages, and it is extremely inconvenient to sneak into the battle. Now he finally has a helper. Considering that all capable scouts are talented people, he made up his mind to return to the army and leave Lao Zhao and others behind.

After driving away the sentry, Zhou Qingfeng jumped off the tank and walked to the station of 'C Company', where the US military engineers had built simple houses and warehouses. It was dark and windy, and most of the soldiers were sleeping. Except for a few sentries, the garrison was not even guarded.

Zhou Qingfeng walked up to a sentry who was huddled in a corner, kicked him, and immediately cursed when he woke up, "Do you want to freeze to death here?"

There was only a lowly soldier in front of him, and when he saw the rank on Zhou Qingfeng's shoulder, he stood at attention and shouted, "I'm sorry, sir, I'm really cold. I just slept for a short while, I swear I only slept for a short while."

Seeing the warmly dressed and warmly dressed U.S. soldiers call it cold, Zhou Qingfeng couldn't help but get angry, "You feel very cold? Then shouldn't someone like me, who blows the wind outside, be frozen to death?"

"Sir, I'm sorry, I'm very sorry!" The junior soldier was extremely frustrated, he stomped his feet while talking, and kept explaining: "I'm really too cold, I heard that the temperature dropped to minus 40 degrees tonight , it's so much colder than my hometown in Kansas, I can't stand it."

"You don't have to apologize to me. I'm not your officer. I'm here to get supplies. Don't tell me there's nothing here, or I'll get angry." The arrogant Zhou Qingfeng has the demeanor of an officer. Those fooled by him can't tell the truth from the fake, and are easily led by the nose!

That's too bad!