An hour later, Zhou Qingfeng's sharp knife squad was all dispatched. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info he did not act alone, and there were comrades from the same platoon behind him to support. However, compared to his comrades in ambush in the woods, he and his men were quite different.

Zhou Qingfeng wore a grass blanket, a camouflage suit made of weeds, simple and effective, and the withered yellow color could provide a high degree of concealment in the mountains. And behind him, the people in the same class were also dressed similarly, and they all looked weird.

"Don't really say it, it's very convenient to wear this thing, and it's not easy to see it from a distance of ten meters." The 'Old Machine Gun' was responsible for close fire support, and followed behind Zhou Qingfeng with his co-shooter.

Zhou Qingfeng didn't carry any weapons except a bayonet, at most he carried a bundle of hemp rope behind his back. He led the way in front of his head, carefully passing through the snow-covered mountains, moving quickly and steadily, like an astute tanuki, "I say run, I stop, don't hesitate." ”

The class of 10 people spent about an hour walking through an open area of about 200 meters, and with the help of various terrain and landforms, they came to a mountain nest. When the group reached this place, they had to stop, and the enemy's machine-gun position was on a cliff more than twenty meters high.

"Squad leader, what are we going to do?" A recruit who had just been added asked half a sentence. The deputy squad leader behind him immediately stepped forward to cover his mouth and glared at him with a stern gaze.

Zhou Qingfeng also glanced at it with a cold face, and the cold gaze made the rookie stunned. After making sure that the whole class was quiet, he climbed the cliff with his bare hands.

The cliffs were gravel, very soft, and covered with slippery moss, and the team members who were squatting at the bottom were extremely worried. One by one, they tilted their heads and pinched a cold sweat for their squad leader, if they fell, it would not only be a matter of alarming the enemy, but also half to death.

As the platoon commander imagined, Zhou Qingfeng is not a master who keeps to himself. He did not look for a way around the enemy's machine-gun position at all, but went straight to the machine-gun position.

Today is the 31st of October, and the southern stick and the US army in Yunshan have already sensed that the volunteers are approaching them, but the estimate of the strength of the army is seriously insufficient. Tomorrow at seventeen o'clock, the battle of Yunshan will begin. Why take a detour? Pull out this machine-gun position today!

The reason why Zhou Qingfeng dared to be so bold was that he knew that it was the Nanbang troops who were now staying in the outer positions of Yunshan. He has always been confident in dealing with these amateur soldiers who have not received much training. If you wait until tomorrow, hehe......, tomorrow will be different.

Zhou Qingfeng's fingers were as powerful as a mountaineering pickaxe, directly inserting into the stable rock crevices of the cliff and hanging his body upward. With the falling stone chips, his figure disappeared from the cliff face in a minute.

The next cliff was quiet for about five minutes. For the comrades in the sharp knife squad, these five minutes were as long as five years, and they all looked forward to the cliff, hoping to see a rope hanging down from it, so that they could also follow the squad leader to kill.

I was so worried about waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, ......, when I heard a muffled sound from the cliff, followed by a murmur of rustling. But no one can figure out what is going on on the cliff?

Finally, when a hemp rope fell from the cliff, the people of the sharp knife squad found that there was a M1917A1 water-cooled heavy machine gun tied to the hemp rope, and the gun carriage with ammunition was complete.

The 'old machine gun' was immediately ecstatic, and stepped forward to untie the heavy machine gun from the hemp rope. He just wanted to tie the hemp rope towards himself, but the hemp rope quickly pulled back upward.

After less than two minutes, the twine hung down again, this time with seven or eight rifles strapped to it, including the M1903 'Springfield' and the M1 'Garand'. That's pretty much the equipment of a machine-gun squad.

Two hundred meters away, the platoon commander who had just assigned the task was holding a telescope and leading the whole platoon to press Zhou Qingfeng's formation. Seeing 'Zhou Da Man' heading straight for the enemy's machine-gun position, he knew what this daring boy was going to do.

Originally, the platoon commander was still angry that Zhou Qingfeng was bold, thinking that if that kid could come back alive, he would have to teach him a good lesson. But who knew that in a few minutes, things were actually different from what he thought. The long hanging hemp rope was tied to a heavy machine gun, which was too conspicuous.

I'm going to ......, what does that mean? Zhou Da is going up to move to Nanbang.

"Class three, on! Support a squad and follow the command of a squad leader. As soon as he saw that there was a advantage to be taken advantage of, the platoon commander immediately sent out the free manpower in his hand.

When the third shift went up, I saw something new hanging down from the hemp rope - a soldier, a southern stick soldier, a southern stick soldier who was trapped in his limbs and mouth.

Looking at this captive slowly hanging down like a bundle of pigs, the soldiers of the first and third classes all looked at each other. And the unlucky Nan Stick captive kept twisting his neck, his eyes widened in horror, he really didn't understand why he was suddenly in a state of being watched.

This next week, Qingfeng finally emerged from the top of the cliff and shouted in a low voice, "Change your clothes, come up to someone."

Change of clothes? What do you change?

"Stupid ......, do it! The squad leader said that if you change your clothes, you will change your clothes, and you will change the clothes of the prisoners. I'll come first. The deputy squad leader of the first squad scolded in a low voice, and hurriedly stepped forward to untie the prisoner from the rope, took off his clothes and put them on himself, and the prisoner was naked and thrown to the third squad for custody.

Next, more than a dozen captives were hung down from the cliff one after another, and the ten people of the first class of sharp knives changed into the clothes of the captives and hung them up in turn. Leaving the stupid third class to guard over a dozen or so Nanbang captives who were almost naked, the scene was too weird.

Seeing that there were even more than a dozen prisoners, the platoon commander behind couldn't sit still. He left the deputy platoon commander to report to the company headquarters, and personally ran up to find out what 'Zhou Dajia' wanted to do?

The platoon commander was still in a thunderous mood, but in a blink of an eye, he was entangled in his heart. He just asked Zhou Qingfeng to explore the way, but the kid was stunned and easily touched the enemy's machine gun position.

If it caused an early firefight, Zhou Qingfeng would have to be given a severe punishment. But now there is no movement on the other side, not to mention, the enemy's machine gun squad is completely finished, what should I do?

"Did Zhou Da say what he wanted to do?" The platoon commander who caught up asked the third squad leader.

The third squad leader was also in a state of confusion, and said stupidly: "The first squad leader said that the enemy on the other hills around is still staring, and it is inconvenient to go up too many people, so let's take the prisoners and captures away first, and they will sneak around and come back after picking up some cheap." ”

Hey ......, it's infuriating!

The platoon commander thought to himself: I asked this kid to explore the way, but he picked the enemy's position, not to mention, he had to go and slip around. This is really sending him to death, and I will carry the black cauldron.

Just looking at the equipment of a whole machine gun squad on the ground, plus a full machine gun squad of the enemy, it is impossible for the platoon commander to give up this merit and benefit. It seems that this black cauldron really has to be carried back.

"Good boy, you're big Zhou. Relax your restraints a little, and you will go wild and don't know where to go? ”

The platoon commander really had no choice under the cliff, and the last gritted teeth could only take the prisoners and equipment away, he ordered: "Leave the two of you here to guard, I want to see what tricks this bastard is going to do?" ”