Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 926: We are cooks
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"Squad leader, where are we going?" "Old machine gun" asked, holding the "Type 11 light machine gun" seated in the co-pilot position.
The ten-wheel truck stuck on the rugged mountain road, and the team members were all novel in the car. This group of turtles took the car for the first time, and actually drove back to the meat on the battlefield.
The carriage was covered with canvas, and the deputy squad leader popped half of his head from the rear window of the cab. He asked in a puzzled way: "Squad leader, shall we not return to the army?"
"Lao Tzu still needs to capture the captives of the US military. How could he go back if he didn't?" Zhou Qingfeng looked at the time and was really worried. It's already past noon, and there are only twenty-four hours before the battle begins, but he doesn't even see Mao, the captive of the US military.
When hearing Zhou Qingfeng ’s stubbornness, he still has to catch the captives of the US military. The people in the sharp knife class looked at each other. Everyone thought that boss was just for talking. Now that they have made a lot of credit, should they return to work and go home?
But ... Uncle Zhou didn't give up if he didn't catch the US captive.
Zhou Qingfeng drove through a briefcase. This bag was picked up from the body of company leader South Korea, which contains various telegram transcripts, and maps.
The roads and terrain around Yunshan are clearly marked on the large-scale map, and Zhou Qingfeng is slowly released from the heavily deployed South Korea line by this map. The surroundings of Yunshan are mountainous terrains, and only the Qingchuan River Basin is flat. Yunshan is a small town in the mountains.
Zhou Qingfeng drives a rugged mountain road alone, and the goal is Yunshan City. The members of his team are a little silent. From the point of view of everyone, his boss is a little bit unclear about what it means to "collect when you see it."
"Tell me, what is in this truck?" Zhou Qingfeng asked.
“It ’s mainly flour, but also oil, salt and dried meat to eat, and even things like apron and spatula. It looks like a car for the cooking class.” said the deputy monitor.
"No, this is not a cooking class car, this should be a car to supply South Korea troops. What else?" Zhou Qingfeng continued to ask.
"Is this something useful?" The "old machine gun" on the front passenger seat drew a card from under his seat.
Zhou Qingfeng takes a look, this should be the pass for the logistics staff of the 15th regiment of the 1st Division of South Korea. But the photo above is not like him, at least not as handsome.
"Squad leader, are we really going to catch American captives?" Another soldier protruded his head from the rear window. The warrior was young, short, with poor marksmanship and poor ammunition, but he was a clever ghost and laughed all day long. Zhou Qingfeng called him "Ding Ding", he was not annoyed, but instead accepted.
"Why? Are you afraid?" Zhou Qingfeng knows that these men actually have no idea, but there is no need to present facts and reason. If you want to maintain morale, it is better to be excited.
"Do n’t be afraid, do n’t be afraid." "Dou Ding" said several times, but then lowered his tone, and said with a smile: "In fact, I am still a little afraid. I have never seen Americans look like? I heard they still There are black people, and the black is black like ghosts. Are they really ghosts? "
When it comes to black soldiers in the US military, there is another shameful thing. The well-known 38th Army once scared itself, treating the South Korea 8th Division as a black regiment in the US Army, and the Peng President was scolded for the misleading fighter.
"You are stupid! Black people are dark skin, and they still die in one shot. Black people are actually stupid and stupid. I have a chance to capture a few black captives for you." Zhou Qingfeng I really want to talk about science, but it's okay to think about it.
When talking about Americans, the soldiers in the group are curious. Listening to Zhou Qingfeng talks about black people, everyone is even more suspicious, and he almost said that he has never seen black people, and he must be bragging.
And the Zhou Qingfeng's team came out of the mountains and went to Yunshan along the river road of the Qingchuan River. Halfway through, he began to look carefully at the map, wondering where to stop and walk forward. After all, driving was easy, but he couldn't drive the car directly to Yunshan City.
Walking from a corner, Zhou Qingfeng has not yet figured out his current position. Suddenly, I felt the ground shaking continuously, even when I was sitting on a bumpy truck.
What's wrong ..., an earthquake? impossible!
Zhou Qingfeng quickly stopped by the roadside, looked up and looked around. As a result, after waiting for ten seconds, the entire class saw a big guy with a thick cannon tube appear in front of him like a hell.
Lying trough ..., tank!
The sharp knife class soldiers who were the first to take the car were collectively dumbfounded. Zhou Qingfeng did not expect to see American tanks here suddenly, and the rest of the team was drowned in the cold sweat that was scared by these dozens of tons of iron toys.
One, two, three ... This is at least one tank company, just met on the road and met with Zhou Qingfeng and others. This American tank hardly met its opponents in North Korea. It also exaggerated the logo on the front of the car to scare people. It looks really majestic.
"Squad leader, the American captive you want is here." "Dou Ding" did not know whether it was excited or scared, and shouted in the compartment.
Go off ..., I do n’t even know who captured who!
Looking at the gun barrel on the opposite side facing him, Zhou Qingfeng immediately shouted: "No one is allowed to move, no shots are allowed, and be honest, stay with me."
The 'old machine gun' on the co-pilot's seat is all white, and his fingers are holding his 'Type 11 light machine gun' tightly. It seems that the frightened nerves will be broken, and I can't help but give it directly to the opposite tank Here is a shuttle.
"'Old machine gun', you don't need to shoot at all, our entire class will be bombarded by the enemy." Zhou Qingfeng recognized that the opposite is an M4 tank, and the shape is still the later type of M4A3E8. Neither armor nor firepower can be achieved with a single machine gun.
"What should I do? I can't surrender." The sweaty deputy squad protruded his head from the rear window of the cab, and was extremely decisive despite his fear.
"Shut up *. Who just said that an apron is coming, hurry up and give me one." Zhou Qingfeng originally made himself dirty, and the current image is very rustic.
Aprons?
The whole class thought: boss, can you be serious? It's about this time, what are you doing with an apron?
But the apron was quickly handed to Zhou Qingfeng from the rear window. He fastened himself as fast as possible and pushed the door to get off.
The tank convoy has drove in front of the truck, and the muzzle is pointed at Zhou Qingfeng. A jeep drove up from behind, and two US military officers sat on the car, also looking at him with curious eyes.
"Hi! Taijun, uh ..., no! American friends, I'm so happy to see you." Zhou Qingfeng took out his cutest smirk and opened his arms at the US military, "Long live American, Long live President Truman, long live Commander MacArthur! "
The two U.S. military officers on the jeep were also a little stunned. After they whispered a few words, one of them frowned and asked Zhou Qingfeng: "Your army?"
"We are from the fifteenth regiment of the first division of South Korea. We ... we have certificates." Zhou Qingfeng communicated with the US military in English, and shouted to the "old machine gun" as soon as he turned back: "The certificate, the certificate, the one Pass it, give it to me soon. "
The dumb ‘old machine gun’ handed the pass out of the car window, and Zhou Qingfeng held his hands and smiled to the American military officer on the jeep. The US military officer flipped over and looked at Zhou Qingfeng with suspicion. After all, the photo on the pass was not very similar to him.
While Zhou Qingfeng continued his bright smile, he shook the apron he had just put on, and shouted: "We are cooks, cooks of gourmet cuisine, the level is absolutely first-class, and we are honored to serve American friends. Please Please bring us.
Trust me, we are really cooks. "