"Squad leader, where are we going?" The 'old machine gun' asked as he sat in the co-pilot's seat with the 'crooked handle'. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The ten-wheeled truck swayed forward on the rugged mountain road, and the team members were all in the carriage with a new look. It was the first time for these turtles to take a car, and they actually drove back to foreign meat on the battlefield.

The carriage was covered with canvas, and the deputy squad leader popped out half of his head from the back window of the cab, and asked puzzledly: "Squad leader, aren't we going back to the army?" ”

"Lao Tzu still wants to capture US prisoners, how can he go back if he doesn't catch them?" Zhou Qingfeng looked at the time, he was really worried. It was already noon, and there were still twenty-four hours before the battle began, but he didn't even see the hair of the American prisoners now.

Hearing that Zhou Qingfeng was stubborn and still wanted to catch the US prisoners, the people in the sharp knife squad all looked at each other a few times. Everyone originally thought that their boss was just talking, but now that he has made a lot of contributions, he should call it a day and go home, right?

But ......, Uncle Zhou will not give up until he catches the US prisoners.

Zhou Qingfeng was driving while checking a briefcase. This bag was picked up from the corpse of the commander of the South Stick Company, and it contained various telegram transcripts, as well as maps and so on.

The large-scale map clearly marked the roads and terrain around Yunshan, and Zhou Qingfeng relied on this map to slowly drive out of the heavily deployed Nanbang Front. The surrounding area of Yunshan is a mountainous terrain, only the Qingchuan River basin is flat, and Yunshan is a small city in the mountains.

Zhou Qingfeng drove out of the rugged mountain road alone, and the target was Yunshan City. His team members were a little silent, and it seemed to everyone that his boss didn't understand what 'he saw and received'.

"Tell me, what's in this truck?" Zhou Qingfeng asked.

"It's mostly flour, but also oil, salt and jerky to eat, and even aprons and spatulas and stuff like that. It looks like it's a car for a cooking class. The deputy squad leader said.

"No, this is not a car for the cooking class, this is supposed to be a car for the supply of the Nanbang troops. What else? Zhou Qingfeng continued to ask.

"Is this anything useful?" The 'old machine gun' in the passenger seat pulled out a sign from under his seat.

Zhou Qingfeng took a look, this should be the pass of the logistics personnel of the 15th Regiment of the 1st Division of Nanbang. But the photo above doesn't look like him, at least not as handsome as he is.

"Squad leader, are we really going to capture American prisoners?" Another soldier poked his head out of the back window. This soldier is young, short, has bad marksmanship, and poor bomb throwing, but he is a clever ghost who laughs all day long haha. Zhou Qingfeng called him 'Douding', and he was not annoyed, but acquiesced.

"What? Scared? Zhou Qingfeng knew that his subordinates actually had no bottom in their hearts, and there was no need to reason with the facts now, if they wanted to maintain morale, it was better to provoke the generals.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." 'Douding' said several times, but after a while, he lowered his tone and sneered: "Actually, I'm still a little scared." The main thing is that I haven't seen what the Americans look like? I heard that they also have black people, and they are as black as ghosts. Are they really ghosts? ”

When it comes to black soldiers in the U.S. military, there's one more thing to be ashamed of. The famous 38th Army once scared itself and regarded the 8th Division of Nanbang as a black regiment of the US army, but was scolded by Mr. Peng for delaying the fighter.

"You stupid! Black people are skin black, and they die when they are shot. Negroes are stupid and stupid, so I'll take a few negro captives for you when I have a chance. "Zhou Qingfeng really wants to popularize science, but it's better to forget it.

When it comes to the Americans, the fighters in the squad are curious. Hearing Zhou Qingfeng talk about black people, everyone was even more suspicious, and almost said that he had never seen black people, so he must be bragging.

And Zhou Qingfeng's team came out of the mountains and went to Yunshan along the river beach road of the Qingchuan River. Halfway through, he began to look at the map carefully, wondering where to stop and walk forward, after all, it is easy to drive, but he can't drive the car directly to Yunshan City.

was walking from a curve, and Zhou Qingfeng hadn't figured out his current position yet. Suddenly, I felt that the ground was shaking, and I could clearly feel it even when I was sitting on a bumpy truck.

What's wrong......, earthquake? Impossible!

Zhou Qingfeng hurriedly parked on the side of the road, looked up and looked around. As a result, after waiting for about ten seconds, the whole class saw a big guy with a thick cannon barrel appear in front of them as if they had suddenly seen a ghost.

......, tank!

Even the soldiers of the sharp knife squad who were riding in the car for the first time were collectively dumbfounded. Zhou Qingfeng didn't expect to suddenly see the American tanks here, and the rest of the team were drenched in a cold sweat by the dozens of tons of iron gadgets.

One, two, three ......, this is at least a tank company, and they met on the road and met Zhou Qingfeng and others. This US tank rarely encountered an enemy in North Korea, and it also exaggerated the symbol of a tiger's head painted on the front of the car to scare people, which looked really majestic.

"Squad leader, the American prisoner you want is here." 'Douding' didn't know whether he was excited or scared, and shouted in the carriage.

......, I don't know who captured whom!

Seeing that the cannon on the opposite side was facing him, Zhou Qingfeng immediately shouted: "No one is allowed to move, no one is allowed to shoot, stay honestly, everything has me." ”

The 'old machine gun' in the passenger seat had a white face, and his fingers were tightly holding his 'crooked handle', and it seemed that his nerves were about to be broken, and he couldn't help but give a shuttle directly to the tank opposite.

"'Old machine gun', it's useless for you to shoot, and the whole class of us will be killed by the enemy." Zhou Qingfeng recognized that there was an M4 tank on the opposite side, and the appearance was still a late-stage model of the M4A3E8, and the armor and firepower were not something that could be done by a machine gun.

"What then? I'm not going to surrender. The sweaty deputy squad leader poked his head out of the back window of the cab, scared but also extremely determined.

"Shut the fuck. Who said there was an apron just now, hurry up and give me one. "Zhou Qingfeng originally made himself dirty, and his current image is very rustic.

Apron?

The whole class thought: Boss, can you be serious? It's all this time, what do you want an apron for?

But the apron was quickly handed to Zhou Qingfeng from the rear window, he tied it as fast as he could, and pushed the door to get out of the car.

The tank convoy had already driven in front of the truck, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed at Zhou Qingfeng. A jeep drove up from behind, and two American officers sat in the car, also looking at him with curious eyes.

"Hey! Taijun, uh......, no! American friends, what a pleasure to meet you. Zhou Qingfeng took out his cutest smirk and opened his arms at the US military, "Long live America, long live President Truman, long live Commander MacArthur!" ”

The two U.S. officers on the jeep were also a little stunned, and after they exchanged a few words in a low voice, one of them frowned and asked Zhou Qingfeng, "Your unit?" ”

"We belong to the 15th Regiment of the 1st Division of Nanbang, we ......, and we have documents." While communicating with the US military in English, Zhou Qingfeng shouted to the 'old machine gun' as soon as he turned around: "The certificate, the certificate, the pass, give it to me." ”

The dumb 'old machine gun' handed the pass out of the car window, and Zhou Qingfeng held it with both hands and handed it to the American officer in the jeep with a smile. The U.S. military officer flipped through and looked at Zhou Qingfeng with suspicion, after all, the photo on the pass didn't look very similar to him.

And Zhou Qingfeng continued his bright smile, and deliberately shook the apron he had just put on, and shouted loudly: "We are chefs, chefs who cook food, the level is absolutely first-class, and it is a great honor to serve American friends." Please bring us with you.

Trust me, we're really cooks. ”