Sitting in the half-track troop carrier, Lao Zhao personally felt the strength of the US army. The road of a few kilometers www.biquge.info was completed in about ten minutes, which was much faster and more comfortable than climbing a mountain and a ditch. Sitting in the car, he didn't even care where Zhou Qingfeng was going to take him?

Before the Ninth Corps entered the DPRK, it was preparing to liberate the treasure island, and they were training in southern China, but they never expected that they would be transported by train to North Korea to undergo the baptism of the bitter cold -- the temperature was minus 30 or 40 degrees.

There were not enough cotton clothes, and the fighters were generally frostbitten; Unable to make a fire, the warriors could only eat potatoes that were frozen like stones, and if they ate one, they had diarrhea, and then they were in a dilemma of life and death; It was difficult to even sleep, so the quilts had to be spread on the snow, and the fighters huddled together to keep warm.

Lao Zhao's reconnaissance company is even harder, and now it is dead and scattered. He has been able to persist until now, completely relying on his strong will.

took the initiative to greet Zhou Qingfeng in the dark night, could it be that Lao Zhao couldn't hold on and could only ask for help? But getting into this tank platoon commander's car is really completely different - it turns out that fighting can be so comfortable!

The half-track troop carrier has a canvas carport that shelters from the wind and rain, and there is a kerosene heater in the car, which burns so hot that it warms my heart. There were still a few cans of hot food on the heaters, which were field food brought by the American convoy, with biscuits, luncheon meat, sugar and cigarettes.

The hot canned food was handed to Lao Zhao's people first, and a bearded squad leader also persuaded: "Eat, I know that you are more bitter than us." Americans are treated, don't be polite! ”

Lao Zhao still wanted to excuse himself, but his stomach was really angry, and the heated luncheon meat was fragrant and fragrant, which made people have a great appetite, "I haven't eaten well for several days, and I'm really hungry, but you're really welcome." ”

With the boiling snow water, Lao Zhao devoured it. The bearded squad leader had to persuade him to eat slowly and be careful of breaking his stomach. Sudden overeating under extreme hunger will kill people.

Eating warmly, dressing warmly, Lao Zhao came to the spirit. But the soldiers of the tank platoon in the car all hurried to rest, and after eating something, they went to sleep to recover their strength. He was full of questions, but he thought about it - no matter how much he was, I would also rest, and I could fight only when I rested.

Within a few minutes of rest, the convoy had already returned to the U.S. military position in Gutuli.

The US military sentry on the road looked at the 'US military convoy' as the tanks opened the road, and they were not embarrassed at all. They only asked the commander of the turret, whose face was not clear, about the number and name of the unit, and then saluted and let him go.

For Zhou Qingfeng, who is familiar with the history of the war, he knows the US military better than the US military. The Battle of Changjin Lake is a subject that has been studied over and over again by the historiography, and many historical materials are entirely from the Americans themselves who experienced the war.

After reporting the number of the unit and the name of his 'commander', Zhou Qingfeng drove the M4A3E8 tank into the circular position of the US army in Gutuli. The so-called 'ring position' is not a large circle of walls, but a large number of fortifications and crossfire that occupy several hills and roads around Gutuli.

These positions are all external and not internal, as long as they are mixed into the position, Zhou Qingfeng will breathe a sigh of relief. However, the march and battle of climbing the mountains and mountains overnight consumed a lot of time, and it was already four o'clock in the morning when it was almost dawn, and no matter what was done, we had to speed up.

Gutuli is a river beach formed by the impact of the river, where the main force of the 1st Marine Regiment of the United States Army and a large number of supporting units are here. There are marines, there are tank crews, there are artillerymen, there are automobile troops, there are logistics and medical personnel, and so on.

This place is not comparable to Yunshan, Zhou Qingfeng did not dare to provoke the enemy's large army. He came in search of diesel, and the target, of course, was the car transport fleet.

"Hey ......, I'm looking for Company C of the 1st Motor Transport Battalion, where are they?" Zhou Qingfeng asked the American sentry on the side of the road with a big grin on the tank turret.

Where did the U.S. sentry think that this guy who drove a landing team tank and wore a U.S. military uniform was actually an enemy? The other party didn't think much about it and showed Zhou Qingfeng the way.

Inside the half-track car, Lao Zhao saw that the tank soldiers who were originally resting had grabbed their weapons, but Zhou Qingfeng, who was fooling the enemy outside, was naturally free and easy. He couldn't help laughing: "Your platoon commander is really a capable person, he speaks English very slipperily, and the Americans can't see through it at all." ”

"It's dark and cold, everyone is wrapped up tightly, who has the heart to check a group of 'own people' who have been checked?" The bearded squad leader replied. Seeing that the situation had eased, he stretched out his hand again, "I'm a squad leader, and everyone else calls me 'old machine gun'." ”

"My surname is Zhao, and everyone else calls me 'Zhao glasses', but now my glasses are gone." Lao Zhao also shook hands, which can be regarded as a closer relationship.

Zhou Qingfeng's convoy continued to advance in the enemy's hinterland, and finally found the so-called 'C Company', when suddenly a team of sentries ran over and shouted at the convoy. He was in the lead tank, but his convoy was full of more than a dozen vehicles, and the sentries were yelling at the personnel carrier where the 'old machine gun' was in the tail.

The U.S. sentries blocking the back of the carriage were chattering, and the 'old machine gun' and others were dumbfounded. The two sides are basically talking about chickens and ducks. And Zhou Qingfeng, who was in front, didn't have time to react, and when he was about to get dressed, Lao Zhao, who was also wearing a U.S. military uniform, spoke.

"Alright, alright, we got it. You can get out, don't look here for unpleasantness. We've been in the cold all night and we're very angry. Lao Zhao's tone was extremely impatient, he didn't dare to look at those American sentries with his face, so he could only cover it up with disdain.

The U.S. military sentry shouted a few words and walked away, and the 'old machine gun' came to his senses and hurriedly grabbed Lao Zhao's shoulder, and asked in surprise: "Do you know the bird language of this American?" What the hell are they talking about? ”

"The sentries said we couldn't park here and told us to leave immediately. I scolded them a few times and ignored them. Lao Zhao replied with a smile: "I'm from the reconnaissance company, how can I mix without two brushes?" ”

The 'old machine gun' laughed, and hurriedly reported to Zhou Qingfeng in the walkie-talkie, "Platoon commander, we have picked up a treasure." 'Zhao Glasses' can speak bird language and is a cultural person. ”

Zhou Qingfeng, who led the team in front, breathed a sigh of relief, he was the only one in the team who could speak foreign languages, and it was extremely inconvenient to sneak into the battle, but now he finally had a helper. Thinking that the capable scouts were all cattle people, he made up his mind to return to the army to leave Lao Zhao and a few people.

Driving away the sentry, Zhou Qingfeng jumped out of the tank and walked to the station of 'C Company', where the US sappers had already set up improvised houses and warehouses. It was dark and windy, most of the soldiers were sleeping, and the garrison was not even guarded except for a few sentries.

Zhou Qingfeng walked up to a sentry who was cowering in the corner, kicked the other party with his foot, and when he woke up, he immediately scolded: "Do you want to freeze to death here?" ”

In front of him, he was just a junior soldier, and when he saw the rank on Zhou Qingfeng's shoulder, he immediately shouted: "I'm sorry, sir, I'm too cold." I slept for a while, I swear I slept for a while. ”

Looking at the U.S. soldiers who were warmly dressed and roasted by the fire, Zhou Qingfeng was angry, "Do you feel cold?" Shouldn't I, who is blowing the wind outside, freeze to death? ”

"I'm sorry, sir, I'm so sorry!" The private was extremely depressed, and he stomped his feet as he spoke, and kept arguing: "I'm really too cold, I heard that the temperature has dropped to minus 40 degrees tonight, which is much colder than my hometown in Kansas, and I really can't stand it." ”

"You don't have to apologize to me, I'm not your commander, I'm here to get supplies. Don't tell me there's nothing here, or I'll be angry. "The high-spirited Zhou Qingfeng has the demeanor of a commander, and the inferior soldiers were fooled by him and couldn't distinguish between the true and the false, so they were easily led by the nose!

It's so diao!