Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 943: Untitled

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For those who lead soldiers, who does n’t want their men to be fierce like dragons, brave like tigers, who can conquer good warriors? But reality cannot be so perfect.

At the beginning of liberation, Huaxia just got rid of the wars, but food and clothing were not resolved, and the average life span was only 35 years old. A person can live a miracle in adulthood without disease or disaster. It is a luxury to want to be tall and strong.

Zhou Qingfeng is one meter eight, which is not particularly tall in the real world, but it is definitely a standout on the Korean battlefield. When someone looked at him, he felt that a squad leader should be like this. But most of his men are only one meter six, and ‘Douding’ is the shortest, just over one meter five.

No matter the height or age, ‘Douding’ is only a half-sized child. Although he falsely reported his age and joined the army, he was very proud of his identity. Especially under the Zhou Qingfeng, he was able to eat, wear and wear warm, not to be beaten and scolded, and to play the Americans on the applause is even more amazing.

But in the Sharp Knife class, Mr. Zhou, the leader of the class, needless to say, there is no big thing he can't do. The deputy squad leader is strict and conscientious, and all the small things in the class belong to him. The ‘old machine gun’ is experienced and well-informed. Others have their own abilities. Only ‘Dingding’ is sparse except for being a little clever.

Although no one else says it clearly, in an army that only talks about ability but not sympathy, it somewhat discriminates against Douding and feels that he is dragging down the whole class. Because of this, he has been looking for opportunities to prove himself.

Usually Zhou Qingfeng sits in town, and there is nothing to do with ‘Dingding’. However, the tank that had just been bombed severely wounded Zhou Qingfeng, and the other team members either sacrificed or disappeared. Instead, a burst of **** stubbornness emerged from Douding. He was about to blow up the tank.

Severely injured Zhou Qingfeng needs nutritional supplements, and he desperately eats it in his mouth. The powerful self-healing ability is urging the body to provide sufficient nutrition, the digestive system is adjusted to the most efficient working state, and it also brings huge hunger to Zhou Qingfeng.

However, it was only half of a US military C meal, and Zhou Qingfeng watched ‘Dou Ding’ ran towards the tank with the explosive bag. He yelled, "Douding, are you going to die?"

But this time the always-talking "Ding Ding" is stubbornly silent. Zhou Qingfeng can only throw away half of the C meal and catch up with the carbine. If he would keep up, the silly little soldier could not even touch the side of the tank.

Some houses are separated by dozens of US troops responsible for encircling the sharp knife class. Relying on a tank, they kept approaching the roof of one of the houses. A machine gun was playing on the roof, but the enemy did not shoot him, but instead flew it with a grenade.

With a loud explosion, the civil-wood house could not withstand such damage, and the whole collapsed. A few embarrassed figures escaped from the flying bricks and pieces of wood, and the US soldiers behind the tank immediately opened their firepower, suddenly killing two of them.

One of the figures killed was rushing towards the tank, and he was also holding a snorting smoke pack. The US military hiding behind the tank immediately shouted and shouted, "Avoid, there is explosive!"

It was another loud bang, and the explosive pack exploded seven or eight meters away from the tank. The American troops behind the tank shrank their necks one by one, only to feel a gust of wind blowing across their eyes. The debris contained in the violent wind became extremely deadly, and the uncovered person was immediately beaten with blood.

Several seconds later, the blasted things fell ping-pong, with building materials and flesh and blood wreckage. But the tank was okay, and the occupants in the car had no problem other than being scared.

"Have those bitch-bred hybrids died?" The dust settled, and the tank captain looked out from the turret observation hole, but could not see anything. The streets outside are completely unrecognizable, completely a pile of rubble.

Come on, the tank captain opened the turret hatch and drilled out. He scanned the messy surroundings and shouted back to the soldiers behind the tank: "Follow me and take a look, pay attention to protect the wings of the tank."

The rumbling tank moved forward again, and the collapsed earth wall continued to shatter under the tracks. The American soldiers wanted to see a few decent bodies, but they only saw a large crater.

The crater is deep and the tank has to turn to avoid getting stuck. It gave way to the front, revealing the American soldiers hiding behind it.

At this moment, a fire spot suddenly appeared in the ruins more than ten meters away, and a short burst of fire dropped the soft paralysis of the tank captain on the turret into the turret.

U.S. soldiers behind the tank immediately set fire to attack. The gunner of the turret was furious, and a grenade was coming as soon as the barrel was turned. Without waiting for the shells to be fired, several continuous grenade drops first, and the burst of smoke once again covered the battlefield.

'Old machine gun' came out of the soil, and the blood on his forehead was mixed with sand and dust, almost obscuring his eyes. The attack by the two anti-tank teams just now was suicide, because no one had the experience of playing tanks. As soon as he played, he found that the reality was different from what he imagined.

There is no special training, and Zhou Qingfeng verbal description is useless. One of the soldiers was even overwhelmed by the iron man who was running, and was sacrificed in vain.

Now that the two anti-tank teams are finished, the old machine gun is the only machine gun left. He felt that he couldn't run away, simply holding the gun in front of the rigid tank.

"'Old machine gun', you stupid guy, I taught you white. Who made you fight tanks like this?" A roar came from behind.

'Old Machine Gun' felt that his neck collar had been mentioned, and he dragged away. Hearing this scolding, he did not panic, but shouted happily: "Squad leader, you are not dead!"

"Give me a shot at the back of the tank." Zhou Qingfeng dragged the "old machine gun" for a few steps and couldn't move anymore. The serious injuries to his chest and abdomen made him severely weakened. He could only push the ‘old machine gun’ and shouted: “I lost my grenade cover, you go around to support‘ Douding ’, the kid went to bomb the tank.”

"What?" The old machine gun said, "Douding" can blow up the tank?

"Don't talk nonsense, go quickly." Zhou Qingfeng breathed heavily. He took off a few grenades from his waist harness and dropped them while pulling the ring. "I'm not hurt, I can only watch 'Dingding' now."

'Old machine gun' is not a waste of time. He staggered while holding the machine gun and started to detour. The M4A3E8, which is close at hand, is still advancing, and several US soldiers who follow it are moving forward cautiously.

'Old Machine Gun' didn't go far. After finding a gap, he started shooting at the enemy behind the tank. When the gunshot sounded on his side, the tank immediately turned the turret to aim, and the American soldiers in the back were also nervously spraying bullets.

In just a few seconds, an American soldier emptied the "Garand" magazine and retracted the tank to replace the bullet. Without waiting for him to change the ammunition, he suddenly heard a yelling sound coming out of the vicinity. He quickly threw the rifle out, touched the pistol and roughly fired it.

A five-kilogram explosive bag was thrown from the direction of the sound.