Zhou Qingfeng has never received formal military training, and his combat skills are all taught by butchers and Katarina, which are simple and practical, not fancy but without rules. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info With his superpowers, he can be a powerful special operations officer, but not a good soldier.

Charging on the battlefield, Uncle Zhou has never done it? He also thought that killing the enemy as quickly as possible was the most correct way, but he didn't know that the real charge was to stop at a distance of a few meters each time.

The soldiers advance in groups, and alternate cover is the right way. Standing upright and rushing at the bullet are all stupid people with brain problems.

In World War I and World War II, the opposing sides of the exchange of fire often advanced only a few hundred meters a day, and it was really difficult to move forward. Where is it possible to rush dozens of meters in one breath like Uncle Zhou, and directly rush into the enemy's position - although he trembled on both legs after rushing in with bullets.

However, Uncle Zhou's fatal impact also brought a great sense of shock. The front of the 2nd Battalion of Nanbang had long been crumbling in the ambush, and a platoon that was suppressed by him with a rifle could not raise its head, and now seeing this murderous soldier rushing in front of him, many people simply threw their guns and surrendered.

The surrender of a southern platoon soon set off a chain reaction. When the gap in the battle line was opened, the reserves of the 354th Regiment of the Volunteer Army quickly rushed in through the gap. It's really unstoppable.

The acting battalion commander of the 2nd Battalion of Nanbang suddenly became confused, and in less than ten minutes of fighting, his situation was already extremely dangerous, and a company collapsed so easily.

"Three companies blocked on the spot, and the other companies occupied the high ground on the left, fast, fast ......, and the high ground on the left side held on for reinforcements." Although the commander of the Nanbang battalion lost one company, his second battalion was huge, and there were still seven or eight hundred people left, and the weapons and equipment were still there, and there was still a lot of strength.

In order to survive, the remaining personnel of the 2nd Battalion of Nanbang all rushed to the high ground on the left side of the road, condescendingly holding on. Behind them was the first battalion of the 2nd Regiment of Nanbang, and in front of them were the 3rd battalion of the 2nd Regiment, which could not be said to be completely hopeless.

As for Zhou Qingfeng's troops, their task was to quickly annihilate this Nanbang reinforced battalion of more than 1,000 people. One after another, companies ran past him and fought at the enemy with all their might, while he pretended to be panting and leaned against the ridge.

"Zhou Da, how are you?" The squad leader asked with concern.

"I'm fine, I'm just a little out of strength." Zhou Qingfeng said.

The squad leader also watched Zhou Qingfeng rush through the enemy line with his own eyes, but he didn't doubt it much. In the past, it was impossible to launch such a charge without killing a few comrades in the face of the enemy's heavy machine guns, but with such a fierce general as Zhou Qingfeng, he tore open the gap without dying alone.

"You just behaved well, now you will rest, and you will be responsible for collecting prisoners of war with the comrades of the rearguard company." The squad leader asked Zhou Qingfeng to stay, and he led the team to continue the charge.

The follow-up reserves also kept giving Zhou Qingfeng a thumbs up, 'Comrade, good job', 'Well done', 'Learn from you'.

Zhou Qingfeng was still panting as a hero, and he smirked and accepted the praise while secretly thinking: What to learn? Lao Tzu obviously doesn't understand, okay? If I had known that this was not an attack in one go, I wouldn't have rushed so stupidly. How many lives I have is not enough to toss such a toss!

On the side of the overgrown dirt road, Zhou Qingfeng, who was a turtle fan, looked at the surroundings and gradually no one paid attention, and hurriedly came to his senses. His eyes widened, and he looked around for the spoils of war - the team of the turtles was that all the seizures would be returned to the public, if this was the case, Zhou Qingfeng would have no way to live.

There was a truck on the road that was abandoned by Nanbang during the ambush, Zhou Qingfeng saw that no one around him paid attention to him, and quickly jumped into the cab of the truck. The driver of the southern stick who was driving the car had been shot in the chest and had already hung, and he groped for a while on the driver's body to find a box of American cigarettes and a lighter.

That's all there is to it? Don't be like this, these days the drivers are all technicians, and they are much more expensive than the big soldiers, so why is it useless?

Zhou Qingfeng searched the entire cab and finally found a few boxes of K meals distributed by the US military. Seeing this thing is really tearful.

The food supply of the U.S. military is divided into A meals, B meals, and C meals. Meal A is fresh ingredients, meal B is semi-finished food that needs to be processed, and meal C is emergency food for field operations. And in order to serve the southern sticks, they also deliberately produced even more inferior K meals.

But it is such a K-meal that the US military thinks is too bad to feed dogs, and it also contains rice, canned food, biscuits, spices, and even Nanbang banknotes that can be used to buy food on the spot. In contrast, what does the Volunteer Army have? Fried noodles? Now there are no fried noodles, only fried soybeans and boiled sorghum.

Don't think that 'chow mein' is fried noodles. Wrong, it's the same thing as flour. That thing really can't be swallowed, and you can't swallow it. If you don't believe it, you can try to eat the flour at home directly, which is guaranteed to choke you.

Seeing K meals, Zhou Qingfeng is like a treasure. He stuffed three full K-meals into his mouth as fast as he could, and drank the corpse's water bottle to the fullest, barely filling his stomach.

There were also a few sealed K-meals in the cab, and he wanted to put them in his dry food bag, but had to give up.

"Forget it, you can't lose a big one because of a small one." Zhou Qingfeng resisted the urge to collect food and disposed of the unpacked K meal package, "I am now an 'active member of the party', and I should share weal and woe with my comrades-in-arms, and my image is very important." It's good to be able to steal it, forget the rest. ”

Leaving the truck, Zhou Qingfeng took advantage of no one to watch, and ran to the corpse of the Nanbang Company Commander who was solved by him with a bayonet before, "Look at you like you're an official, don't let me down." ”

What are you going to do after you fight the monster? Rummag through the corpse and open the treasure chest!

Zhou Qingfeng quickly searched for the corpse and immediately gained something. In addition to getting two more boxes of cigarettes, he also found a watch and a pen, "Oh my God, Lao Tzu has been reduced to the point where he is excited to see a watch." ”

Compared to food that is not easy to hide, watches and pens are much simpler. Watches can keep time, pens can write, don't think it's not important, the more ordinary things are often more important.

There was also a telescope on the corpse of the commander of the Nanbang Company, but Zhou Qingfeng didn't take it, because he had to hand it over. Instead, he pulled out the corpse's gun and played with it.

"M1911A1, brother, we'll meet again." The first gun Zhou Qingfeng touched was a M1911A1 designed by gunsmith Browning. But instead of holding a pistol, he unarmed the corpse.

The carrying equipment of the volunteer army lagged it behind, and it was still at the point of being tied with straps. The commander of the South Stick Company in front of him is using equipment issued by the Americans, which looks much more foreign and is easy to use.

Zhou Qingfeng even took off the warm leather jacket worn by the corpse despite the blood stains, "Ah......, this is a good thing, Lao Tzu doesn't have to worry about freezing." ”

Zhou Qingfeng quickly dragged the corpse to the woods on the side of the road, took off his useful clothes and changed them for himself. He even found a pair of cotton socks, which was nothing short of miraculous.

"If you can't take care of it, you have to wear it for the dead." Zhou Qingfeng originally wanted to change his shoes, but the head of the Nanbang Company was short, and the shoes were not suitable, so he had to give up.

After eating and drinking enough and wearing warm clothes, Zhou Qingfeng felt much better. Although he was still wearing a heavy cotton coat on the outside, he had changed a lot on the inside.

Fiddling with the corpse of the commander of the Nanbang Company, after Zhou Qingfeng came out, he collected a sapper shovel and a small number of medical kits from other corpses that could be carried behind him, as well as some MK2 grenades. This is the surplus material of the Americans during World War II, and it is much more powerful than the wooden-handled grenades equipped by the volunteers.

Get a military backpack with more than 20 grenades, put his 38 big cover on his shoulder, change it into the M1 Garand rifle he picked up, and collect one or two hundred rounds of ammunition, Zhou Qingfeng can be regarded as a shotgun change.

Listening to the rumbling of the guns in front of him, Zhou Qingfeng hurriedly followed, and said happily: "Lao Tzu has finally changed from a garbage Japanese weapon to a preliminary American weapon." (To be continued.) )