Chapter 965 Shelling

"Sir, do you have the approval to apply for supplies?"

"Sir, have you got permission from our company commander?"

"Sir, you..."

Although he was fooled a lot, the junior soldier guarding the warehouse still asked a few questions dutifully. But when Zhou Qingfeng confirmed that there was no one else around the warehouse, the junior soldier was knocked out and left aside like a dead dog.

Extreme cold and low temperature do not distinguish between races. Although the U.S. military has better cold-proof clothing, they are still terribly frozen. Although the attack on Changjin Lake has already begun and the volunteers have blocked the road, the U.S. troops in Gutuli have not been actively attacked.

In the entire circular position in Gutuli, except for the wandering sentries walking around, no one deliberately ran out in the dark night to notice that the warehouse of the transportation company had been pried open.

With a wave of Zhou Qingfeng's hand, several soldiers got off the car immediately to be on guard, and the rest of them rushed into the warehouse to find the necessary supplies, "Priority is diesel, clothing, food, radio, medicine, explosives, ammunition. Act fast, We're running out of time."

Tank soldiers can also be regarded as technical arms, and they work in an orderly manner under Zhou Qingfeng's command. Old Zhao Xin joined the team, but he was surprised everywhere. He walked up to Zhou Qingfeng and asked, "We have entered the enemy's interior so easily? I really dare not think about it!"

"Do you think it's easy? If you hadn't blown up the Watergate Bridge to attract American engineers, I would have no way of doing it. And as soon as the sun breaks, the Americans will definitely find out what's going on over the Watergate Bridge and come looking for them like crazy. our."

In order to save time, even Zhou Qingfeng himself joined the transport team. Bucket after bucket of diesel oil was moved out of the warehouse with a trailer and loaded onto the truck of the convoy, followed by the clothes and sleeping bags distributed to soldiers by the US military.

"Platoon leader, we only found six barrels of diesel oil, but there was quite a lot of gasoline. There were also a lot of clothes and food, but we didn't find any explosives, medicines or radio stations." A tank soldier came to report.

Only six barrels? A barrel is only 150 to 60 liters, too little!

Zhou Qingfeng looked at several warehouse-like houses in other directions in the dark night, but he didn't dare to run over to rummage through them. He checked that the time was close to five o'clock, and it would be dawn soon. In the end, he could only decide to move a few more barrels of gasoline, and then install time bombs on the remaining gasoline barrels.

Time bombs are small clocks with spark circuits and explosives. Zhou Qingfeng brought a lot of them from the real world as tank equipment. It's small and light, just right for wrecking.

"It's set for half an hour, and then we'll leave quickly." Although he was not too reconciled, there was no time to procrastinate any further. Zhou Qingfeng waved and stripped all the original captives and threw them into the warehouse, then quickly left with the convoy.

It is difficult to enter the US military positions, and it is not easy to get out. When the convoy drove to the road post, Zhou Qingfeng made up an excuse that he was going to send supplies to the front line, but the officer at the post immediately called his superiors to ask if there was such a supply team.

"The staff officer on duty at the regiment headquarters said that no supply convoy was organized tonight, and our road to Xiajie Ouri division headquarters has been cut off. The superior is organizing a task force to clear the road. You cannot leave now."

The officer at the sentry looked suspiciously at Zhou Qingfeng, who was wrapped in a turban. If he hadn't seen the guy driving a tank in front of him, he would have raised the alarm immediately. But even so he asked, "I know everyone in a tank battalion, which one are you?"

Oh..., damn it! I met a US military officer who was extremely serious in the winter. Zhou Qingfeng sighed on the turret, then grabbed the tank intercom and shouted: "Fire."

The turret of the M4 tank turned more than 30 degrees briskly, and the muzzle pointed at the American soldiers blocking the way ahead. The American officer standing under the tank immediately exclaimed: "No... stop!"

Boom... A grenade hit the machine gun fortress at the sentry post, blowing up several US troops inside the fortress. And the machine gun in front of the car body also fired quickly, and the American soldiers on the other side were beaten to flesh and blood.

The American officer who caused the trouble was just about to draw his gun from the holster, but Zhou Qingfeng had already shot him a bullet in the forehead.

Before the body fell to the ground, he urged in the walkie-talkie: "The diesel trucks go first, leave quickly and don't stop, I'll take care of the rear."

A dozen or so trucks, with bright lights on, rushed onto the road under the driving of tank soldiers, and quickly disappeared into the night. Zhou Qingfeng ordered the turret to turn back after clearing away the surrounding American soldiers and asked the gunner, "Do you still remember the big houses we just passed by?"

"I probably remember." The gunner adjusted the muzzle, "But this tank is not equipped with night vision goggles. I can't see anything, so I may not be able to hit it."

"It's okay, I'll calibrate it for you." Zhou Qingfeng took out the active infrared night vision device on his carbine, turned on the power of the infrared searchlight to the maximum, put his eyes in front of the scope and shouted: "Test shot!"

The commander of the Gutuli position is Colonel Puller of the 1st Marine Regiment of the US Army. His Excellency the Colonel is sleeping in his own room. It is a heavenly enjoyment to sleep warmly in the cold winter. But this enjoyment was interrupted by the sudden sound of gunfire.

"What happened?" His Excellency the colonel was awakened by the sound of the guns, and got out of his sleeping bag, and his adjutant also stumbled into the room with a biting cold wind, "Damn it, close the door!"

Your Excellency the colonel was shivering from the cold, while the adjutant shouted anxiously: "Sir, our guard post is being attacked."

"The army launched an attack on us?"

"Not sure yet, but it should be."

The colonel was in a hurry to put on his clothes, when suddenly he heard a bang, and a shell fell nearby. Now he and the adjutant exclaimed in unison: "Damn, we are being shelled."

The first round of artillery shells hit relatively sideways, but the second round almost missed.

Colonel Puller fled out of his room without even bothering to put on his clothes. He shivered in the biting cold wind and cursed loudly: "Where is the enemy? Where is the enemy? You idiots, let people touch you!" We're shooting right in front of our eyes."

On several hilltops in the circular position in Gutuli, the U.S. troops who stood firm on their posts stared blankly at the fire that was ignited by the violent bombardment of their lair. And only the sharpest-eyed soldiers could see that the enemy was firing on the road exiting their position.

"The enemy's artillery is right in front of our eyes, less than one kilometer away from us." The U.S. troops on the hilltop quickly mobilized their mortars to shoot.

Realizing that his position had been exposed, Zhou Qingfeng immediately ceased fire after firing more than a dozen shells. He urged the driver again: "Let's go, let's get out of here. Maximize the engine power, now is the time to escape."

The 500-horsepower diesel engine began to work hard, and the tank moved quickly on the dirt road. However, the turret of the tank was still pointing backwards, and the gunner began to shoot aimlessly at the Gutuli River Beach behind him.

At this time, Colonel Puller, who was still in shock, was able to take a breath. He yelled at his subordinates furiously: "Whoever attacked us? Fight back immediately! Fight back! He must not be allowed to escape."