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

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

"Sir, you ....... Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Although he was not lightly fooled, the junior soldiers guarding the warehouse still asked a few words dutifully. But when Zhou Qingfeng confirmed that there was no one else around the warehouse, the inferior soldiers were knocked out and thrown aside like dead dogs.

Extreme cold and low temperatures do not distinguish between races, and although the US military has better cold-proof clothing, it is also frozen enough. Although the battle at Changjin Lake had already begun, and the volunteers cut off the road, the American troops in Gutuli were not actively attacked.

In the entire Gutuli ring position, except for the mobile sentinels walking around, no one deliberately ran out in the dark night, and noticed that the transportation company warehouse had been pried open.

Zhou Qingfeng waved his hand, and several soldiers immediately got out of the car to be on guard, and the rest of the people all rushed into the warehouse to find the necessary supplies, "The priority is diesel, clothing, food, radio, medicine, explosives, and ammunition." Move fast, we're running out of time. ”

The tank corps is also a technical branch, and it is done in an orderly manner under the command of Zhou Qingfeng. Lao Zhao joined this team, but he was surprised everywhere. He walked up to Zhou Qingfeng and asked, "We just got into the enemy so easily?" I can't think of it! ”

"Do you think it's easy? If you hadn't blown up the Watergate Bridge and brought out the American sappers, I wouldn't have been able to do anything at all. And as soon as the morning dawns, the Americans will definitely find out about the situation on the other side of the Watergate Bridge and come to us like crazy. ”

In order to rush for time, even Zhou Qingfeng himself personally joined the transportation team, and barrels of diesel fuel were moved out of the warehouse by trailer and loaded onto the trucks of the convoy, followed by the clothes and sleeping bags distributed by the US military to the soldiers.

"Platoon commander, we only found six barrels of diesel, but there was quite a lot of gasoline. There was a lot of clothes and food, but I couldn't find explosives, medicine, or a radio station. "A tank crew came to report.

Only six barrels? A barrel is only one hundred and fifty or sixty liters, which is too little!

Zhou Qingfeng looked at a few houses that looked like warehouses in other directions in the dark night, but he didn't dare to run over and rummage through the cabinets at will. He saw that the time was close to five o'clock, and that it would soon be dawn, and finally he could only decide to move a few more barrels of gasoline and then plant a time bomb on the remaining barrels of gasoline.

The time bomb is a small clock with an ignition circuit and explosives, and Zhou Qingfeng brought a lot of it from the real world as a tank equipment. It's small and lightweight, so it's just right for destruction.

"Timed for half an hour, and then we'll hurry up." Although it is not too willing, there is no time to continue to procrastinate. Zhou Qingfeng waved his hand and stripped all the original captives into the warehouse, and then quickly left with the convoy.

It is difficult to enter the positions of the US troops, and it is not easy to get out. When the convoy drove to the road outpost, Zhou Qingfeng made up an excuse that he wanted 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 there was no supply convoy organized tonight, and our road to the division headquarters in Xiajieli has been cut off, and the superiors are organizing a task force to open the road, and you can't leave now."

The officer at the sentry looked at Zhou Qingfeng, who was wrapped in a turban, with a very suspicious gaze, if he hadn't seen this guy driving a tank in front of him, he would have immediately raised the alarm. But even so, he asked: "I know all the people in a tank battalion, which one are you?" ”

Oh ......, damn it! Met a US military officer who was extremely serious in the middle of winter. Zhou Qingfeng sighed on the turret, then grabbed the tank intercom at hand and shouted, "Open the gun." ”

The turret of the M4 tank turned briskly more than 30 degrees, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed at the American soldiers blocking the road in front. The US officer standing under the tank immediately exclaimed: "No ......, stop!" ”

...... bombardment, a grenade hit the machine gun fort at the sentry post, blowing up several American troops in the fort into the sky. The machine gun in front of the car also opened fire quickly, and the flesh and blood of the American soldiers on the other side flew straight away.

The troublesome US officer was just about to draw a gun from his holster, but Zhou Qingfeng had already taken the lead and shot a bullet into his head. Without waiting for the corpse to fall to the ground, he urged in the walkie-talkie: "The truck carrying diesel fuel will go first, leave quickly and don't stop, I will be responsible for cutting off." ”

More than a dozen trucks, driven by tank crews, rushed onto the road with their snow-bright headlights on, and quickly disappeared into the night. And after Zhou Qingfeng cleared the surrounding American soldiers, he ordered the turret to turn back and asked the gun commander, "Do you remember the few big houses we just passed by?" ”

"I probably remember." The gun commander adjusted the muzzle, "But this tank is not equipped with night vision devices, I can't see anything, and I may not be able to hit." ”

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

The commander of the Gutuli position was Colonel Puller of the 1st Marine Regiment of the United States, and His Excellency Colonel was sleeping in his room, and it was a heavenly pleasure to sleep warmly in the cold winter. But this enjoyment was interrupted by the sudden sound of cannons.

"What happened?" His Excellency the Colonel was awakened by the sound of the cannon and slipped out of his sleeping bag, while his lieutenant stumbled into the room with a biting gust of cold wind, "Hell, shut the door!" ”

His Excellency the Colonel was shivering from the cold, and the adjutant shouted anxiously, "Sir, our sentry is being attacked. ”

"The Chinese communist army launched an attack on us?"

"Not sure yet, but it should be."

The colonel was in a hurry to get dressed, when suddenly he heard a bang, and a shell landed nearby. Then he and his adjutant exclaimed, "Hell, someone is shelling us." ”

The first shell hit relatively biased, but the second shot was a near-miss, and then the bullet rain was as follows, and the more accurate it became.

Colonel Puller fled his house without even getting dressed, shivering in the biting cold wind and cursing loudly: "Where is the enemy? Where the hell is the enemy? You idiots, you let people touch our eyes and shoot guns. ”

On several hills in the Gutuli ring position, the American troops who were sticking to their posts all stared blankly at the fire that their lair was ignited by the bombardment. And only the sharpest soldiers could see that the position where the enemy opened fire was on the road to the exit of their position.

"Enemy artillery is right in front of our eyes, less than a kilometer from us." The U.S. troops on the hilltop position hurriedly mobilized mortars to shoot.

Realizing that his position had been exposed, Zhou Qingfeng immediately stopped firing after firing more than a dozen shells, and he urged the driver again: "Let's go, let's get out of here." With the engine horsepower up to its maximum, it's time to escape. ”

The five-hundred-horsepower diesel engine began to work desperately, and the tank was moving quickly on the dirt road. However, the turret of the tank was still pointing to the rear, and the gun commander began to shoot aimlessly at the Gutuli River beach behind him.

At this time, the frightened Colonel Puller was able to catch his breath a little, and he angrily yelled at his subordinates: "No matter who attacked us? Give me a counterattack immediately, a counterattack! He must not be allowed to escape. ”