The main force of the 1st Marine Division of the U.S. Army stayed in Gutuli and arranged a ring of fortifications on the hill near the river flat. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info When Zhou Qingfeng took advantage of the night to arrive at the outskirts of several highlands in the ancient soil, he found with a sad face that the situation was more troublesome than he imagined.

The troops did not eat or drink, and they were still frozen in the cold wind, and their physical strength was extremely exertional. Everyone was sweating a lot over the mountains, and once the march was stopped, the sweat would soon freeze and cause frostbite. And at extremely low temperatures, the guns were frozen, and the M1 carbine couldn't even pull the bolt.

What was even more unfortunate was that the enemy had placed at least one company or even one battalion on all the hills, and it was impossible to get into the ancient soil under the nose of the enemy. And even if you get in, how do you get out?

The only good news is that the night vision device can still be used improvised, and Zhou Qingfeng can find the enemy at a distance of one or two hundred meters in advance, so as not to startle the snake.

"Platoon commander, what should we do?" The old machine gun stepped forward and asked, "It's too cold, you have to be fast no matter what you do." ”

The 'old machine gun' eyebrows were frozen, and the soldiers behind him looked quite tired. Zhou Qingfeng nodded, waved his hand and said, "We can't afford to provoke the front, let's take a detour." ”

Although the detour method is a bit stupid, it is better than sending it to death. The soldiers silently followed Zhou Qingfeng, wearing rubber-soled shoes and continuing to move forward in the ice and snow world.

During this period, Zhou Qingfeng also used his clothes to shade the light to check the map and choose the next plan, "Let's go around to the back of the ancient soil, the vigilance of the US troops over there should not be so high." ”

Marching, marching, the army of the turtle is relying on its own pair of iron feet to look for opportunities in the enemy's front. Zhou Qingfeng led the team to walk around the circular fortifications in the ancient soil and came to the location called 1081 Heights on the map.

This is an extremely steep place, with a height difference of six or seven hundred meters, and the Changjin Lake Hydropower Station uses the drop here to generate electricity. U.S. sappers built a zigzag one-way road here, and the location was very important.

From the rough hills down to the flat one-way road, the soles of your feet feel much more comfortable. But there was not even a single bird in this wilderness, and Zhou Qingfeng found that he seemed to have to continue the march to see if he could blend into the enemy position in the ancient soil from the rear.

And just when Zhou Qingfeng was about to die of exhaustion after even marching all night, a savior appeared - an explosion suddenly sounded in the dark night far away in the south, and not long after, an armed convoy rushed out from the direction of Gutuli and killed it in the direction of the explosion.

Hey......, there are tanks, and there are armored vehicles and a lot of vehicle-mounted infantry.

Such an armed convoy was not something that Zhou Qingfeng could do with more than 20 lightly armed infantry, but after avoiding it, he decided to follow the convoy for a while, because the other party's actions must be related to the explosion just now.

After walking for about four or five kilometers, just when everyone was about to be exhausted, Zhou Qingfeng finally knew what the convoy was doing just now? This was a US military engineer, and nine times out of ten the explosion just now was caused by a reconnaissance unit of the Volunteer Army operating in the field.

The explosion destroyed a bridge, a bridge that has been propagated countless times by later generations of jokers - the Watergate Bridge. It was the hydropower bridge that the volunteers bombed several times and was repaired several times by US sappers, and finally forced the Americans to airdrop bridge repair parts from Japan to repair the hydropower station bridge.

Zhou Qingfeng doesn't care about the crucial bridge now, he only cares about the laxly guarded bridge repair force, "Move your hands and feet, we have something to do." ”

The U.S. army has no spirit in fighting a war, and relies purely on firepower, but their sappers really rely on technology. The sappers of Greater America are indeed the best in the world in building bridges and paving roads and carrying out construction, and there is nothing to say about their professional skills and work quality.

Through the night vision device, Zhou Qingfeng could see that about a platoon of American sappers was busy repairing the bridge, while an infantry platoon including tanks and armored vehicles was on alert.

"The first squad will go to the left, the second squad will go to the right, I will take the third squad from the middle, and when I take out that tank, you will do it together." Zhou Qingfeng ordered, now that his subordinates are equipped with Motorola walkie-talkies, it is much easier to command.

The three squads quietly dispersed, approaching the enemy in a zigzag pattern. Zhou Qingfeng walked in the front, he did not use a carbine but took out a dagger, and jumped out when he approached a distance of more than 20 meters to the tank.

The severe cold made Zhou Qingfeng's physical strength also seriously decrease, and his running speed was not as fast as usual. The commander on guard in the tank turret clearly heard the sound of hurried footsteps in the wind, and the machine gun on the turret was already aimed at it as soon as it turned.

The flint lamp was lit at the bridge repair site, and a cold light suddenly flashed in the light, which directly struck the captain's face door on the turret.

The commander had an extra dagger on his head, and he fell into the tank without humming. And on a biting cold night, the other guards who shrank their necks to avoid the wind did not notice this change. Zhou Qingfeng hurried out, jumped onto the turret of the tank and got into the hatch.

Due to the suddenness of the incident, the crew members in the tank did not expect it. The gun commander was dozing off with his head hunched back in his seat, and the working tank engine was making him feel warmer. The others were also completely defenseless, and were invaded by the God of Killing.

Zhou Qingfeng put a foot on the neck of the gun commander, then pulled out the pistol on his body and fired at the other crew members again and again, and after three or five strokes, the car became a grave of steel.

After solving the occupants in the car, Zhou Qingfeng quickly rushed to the driver's position, pushed open the corpse and emerged from the front hatch. The third squad under his command was pounced, while the first and second squads in other directions were already firing.

"Get on the tank, let's start it." As soon as Zhou Qingfeng shouted, four crew members of the third shift climbed onto the tank and entered the turret. He immediately pulled the two joysticks on the driver's seat, and the tank's tracks twisted back and forth, and the turret also rotated.

The gunfire caused a riot at the repair site, and an M3 half-track personnel carrier was near the tank, and the American soldiers on the vehicle were about to operate a heavy machine gun and start firing in anger. And Zhou Qingfeng, who had already turned half of the body, immediately stopped the tank and shouted: "Kill it." ”

Inside the tank is a complete tank group. Thanks to the 'GOD', they, like Zhou Qingfeng, can operate all the US tanks. Hearing the order of his platoon commander, the rotating turret immediately stopped, the muzzle of the gun was pointed at the half-track vehicle, and a grenade flew out.

Before the cannon was fired, the American soldiers in the half-track looked at their tanks with horrified eyes. He opened his mouth as if to remind himself that he was a comrade, but the flames from the muzzle had swallowed him up.

Due to the proximity, the grenade's safety was not unlocked, but it released a huge amount of kinetic energy when it crashed into the halftrack. The multi-ton half-track was blasted more than 10 meters away in an instant, and disintegrated directly in mid-air, and the American soldiers on the vehicle were submerged in a pile of twisted parts flying around.

"One grenade, then reload." Zhou Qingfeng continued to turn the car, his face had been distorted in the cold wind, and he stared murderously at the other panicked American soldiers. He who has accumulated a full stomach of anger urgently needs to vent!