Two regiments of the Third Division of the US Army and a large number of subordinate units were stationed in Wulaoli, with a total strength of nearly 8,000 troops. It took only more than an hour for the www.biquge.info to arrive at the destination from the time the order was issued, which showed the efficiency of the staff officers and communications command of the 1st Marine Division.

However, after this unit with hundreds of vehicles quickly arrived at Wulaoli for defense, it was exchanged for a disaster that fell from the sky. Nearly 5,000 people were devastated by the carpet bombing, causing more than 2,000 casualties in an instant, of which nearly 1,000 were killed on the spot.

Looking at the erupting hell in the five old people, the smoke and flames were raging, and the 65th Regiment that was lucky enough to leave was not possessed by frightened souls.

After surviving the initial shock, everyone from the regiment commander to the soldiers was frantically trying to figure out what was going on. Their hoarse cries were heard over the radio.

And more than 20 kilometers away, in Guli, two engineering vehicles of an independent tank platoon are parked side by side on a hillside, and the air defense radar is constantly rotating its antennas, constantly monitoring the sky for dozens of kilometers around it.

In the car, more than a dozen radio stations were spread out, and seven or eight people were crowded into the cramped cabin. When the shortwave radio station was filled with shouts and curses from the officers and men of the Third Division, everyone in the car collectively cheered.

"Stop the bombing, stop the bombing, Wulaoli is now controlled by the 3rd Division of the 10th Army, and you are bombing your own people."

"Who's dropping the bomb? I'm going to take you to court-martial. ”

"The 33rd Regiment suffered heavy losses, the regimental commander was killed, the whole regiment was completely destroyed, and we must retreat."

Listening to the various tragic descriptions on the radio, 'Zhao Glasses', who was sitting in the corner of the cabin, took off the headphones on his head, took a heavy breath, and let out a long sigh of comfort. He played the 'front-line aviation controller' just now, and he was so nervous that he couldn't speak.

But I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it to be so easy to fight. A few simple words can make the enemy bombers do their own. Listening to the various chaos of the 33rd Regiment of the enemy's 3rd Division on the radio, 'Zhao Glasses' felt that he had avenged his comrades who died in the bombing of enemy planes.

Due to the current difficulties in identifying friend and foe and coordinating between air and ground, in order to effectively attack ground targets, the US Navy and Air Force often send experienced pilots to form a front-line air control team to guide and carry out air strikes to ground and ground units.

This is a coordinated air-ground network consisting of encrypted communications and radio contacts, and it is reasonable to say that it should not be cut into by enemy personnel.

But after Zhou Qingfeng entered the ancient soil, several front-line aviation controllers were captured, along with their special liaison radio stations. Ordinary volunteer soldiers can't tell the difference between radio and radio at all, but Zhou Qingfeng knows the great value of these people.

The captured US military aviation controllers knew very well that the information in their heads must not be told to the enemy, and when they were interrogated and asked to serve the volunteers, one committed suicide, one froze to death, and the last one would rather die than give in, but would not cooperate.

Zhou Qingfeng is not without other ways, the engineering truck he brought has a full set of electronic communication equipment. He used the current super-powerful fire control computer to crack the encrypted communication of aviation contact, and organized his tank platoon to simulate the headquarters of the 1st Marine Division.

With Zhou Qingfeng's understanding of the U.S. military, he really did this. More than a dozen radio stations in the engineering vehicles disguised themselves as several command and communication units of the US military, deceived the radio liaison officers of the B-29 group, and successfully guided the enemy's bombers to drop bombs in Wulao-ri.

After the news of the bombing of the 33rd Regiment in Wulao-ri came out, the US military commanders at Heongnam Port were furious and sternly questioned why the Air Force was bombing their own people. The B-29 radio liaison officers were also inexplicable, constantly arguing that they were authorized by the 1st Marine Division to do so.

This big oolong made Zhou Qingfeng, who directed everything, laugh out of his stomach, he saw that the moonlight was bright tonight, and he knew that he would inevitably suffer from the enemy's night air raid. If it's a fighter, it's just that, self-propelled anti-aircraft guns can barely deal with it, but the high-flying B-29 really can't be forced.

Thinking that the B-29 group that had already finished dropping ammunition was speechless, so he could only leave gloomily, Zhou Qingfeng pushed open the hatch of the engineering vehicle and walked out, feeling that the cold air outside was inexplicably fresh.

In the event of such a serious incident, the US military should not send any more bombers until the problem of encrypted communications is resolved. As long as the enemy's bombers do not come to cause trouble, ordinary night fighters alone are not a cause for concern. His chances of success tonight are doubled.

On the hillside where the engineering vehicle is located, you can overlook the mountains 20 kilometers away. Wulaoli, who was blown up in the dark night, was emitting a thousand red lights, thunder, and the explosion roar of nearly a thousand bombs in the wind kept falling.

Finally, the U.S. front-line aviation controller was nearby, and he was staring at the distance shrouded in fire in a daze, and he could already deduce what was probably going on. But he was asking inexplicable questions in his heart - how did this happen?

"Major George, thank you very much for your cooperation. The information you gave was absolutely correct, we guided a group of B-29s from Yokota, Japan, to bomb Goro-ri. You listen....... Zhou Qingfeng walked out and deliberately asked the US military controller to listen to the chaos of the US military on the radio.

In the midst of the panic, many of the US military's communications were directly voice conversations. At present, whether it is the troops of the 3rd Division, the division headquarters of the 1st Marine Division, or the B-29 group still flying in the sky, they are constantly arguing and justifying.

After a short period of communication, although all parties were angry, they still reached a consensus - it must have been the capture of the front-line aviation control personnel of the American army in Guli, so that the secret communication was cracked by the enemy to cause this heavy loss.

"No, no, I didn't say anything, I didn't tell you anything." The U.S. military controller named George exclaimed loudly and kept arguing. But in front of him was not only Zhou Qingfeng, but also Associated Press reporter Frank who was fooled by Zhou Qingfeng to report on the battlefield. Noel.

Just Frank. Noel was still interviewing the unyielding heroes of the American army, but now he looked at George with surprised eyes, and then at the radio station that was sending out a mess of communications, and the expression on his face was already changing—a traitor, a traitor, a despicable and shameless man, a rotten man who had failed to live up to the trust of his comrades.

"Frank, you have to believe me, I really didn't do anything. I didn't tell him anything. The hapless Mr. George was delirious and panicked, and he wanted to prove his innocence.

Zhou Qingfeng immediately shouted in a surprised and exaggerated tone: "Hell, why is this reporter still here?" Take him away. By the way, he was not allowed to be held with other American prisoners of war, and he was sent away immediately. If he escapes, shoot him. ”

Frank. Noel was pushed and shoved away, but he still heard Zhou Qingfeng's voice comforting George in the wind, "Don't worry, I guarantee that the reporter can't testify against you." From now on, you are an American hero who died in North Korea. You will definitely be able to live a wonderful life. ”

The reporter of the Associated Press was going crazy with hatred, he didn't think about whether this was acting, but it was a fact that Wulaoli was bombed, "I want to find a way to live, even if I don't hesitate to serve the devil." I'm going to expose that vile bastard who is going to pay for his actions! ”

The disgruntled Mr. Reporter was gone, leaving only the completely stupid aviation controller standing in place. Zhou Qingfeng stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, and said warmly: "Major George, I know that you are a US military pilot with rich experience, and you also serve as a front-line aviation command and guidance mission.

We are in dire need of talent like you, and we will never treat you badly. I'm serious about giving you a piece of advice, work incognito. That way, your family and your reputation will be preserved. I can give you time to think about it. ”

George's mind was already in a mess, he never imagined that he would suddenly face a major turning point in his life, let alone become a traitor in a daze. He was almost speechless and muttered to Zhou Qingfeng: "You are a devil, you are a devil from hell." ”

Zhou Qingfeng replied with a smile: "I have never denied this. Believe me, I'm a generous devil. ”