Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 960: difficult
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Talking about your tank, Zhou Qingfeng is excited like a child. For boys, being able to spend a lot of money on real guns and guns like him is a very worthy boast.
Although the IS-7 transformed with the technology of "Old Five Nine" has a modern look, it will show its ugly face in the 50th Korean War. Zhou Qingfeng is not afraid of spending money, nor does it need long for his big toy, so various very extreme functions are integrated into it.
It's just that the queens just start to think that the tank is quite interesting, and it gets boring after a long time. Husband's husband who came to join in the fun was also very boring. If they were not forced by Liu Zonghan, they would not want to keep their smiles.
Zhou Qingfeng was keenly aware of this. He shrugged off and introduced his baby tank, turned off the projector, dropped the PPT ’s remote control and said, "Well, I know you are not interested. Hmm ..., I should go find a place to eat too. "
Look at eight o’clock in the evening, when the night market started, Zhou Qingfeng drove out of his own car to find food. Tianhou and their husbands will not follow, because Uncle Zhou's eating style is too casual, he may find the most luxurious star restaurant, or he may find the cheapest roadside stall.
Today, Zhou Qingfeng asked the old screenwriter of Bayi Factory to have dinner together. He had a lot of troubles in the battle of Yunshan before. In fact, he had an old screenwriter who was familiar with the entire history of the battle. Otherwise, it would be difficult to grasp the key to breaking the game by relying on his temporary birth to boring books.
The old screenwriter chose a small shop downstairs from his own resident. The two of them sat down and ordered some hot dishes to start discussing the Battle of Changjin Lake.
"The Ninth Corps of the Volunteer Army played the first division of the US Marine Corps in Changjin Lake, which was really terrible. Our 160,000 people beat the enemy more than 60,000 people but failed to achieve the purpose of the battle. Lost more than 60,000, the combat downsizing was only 30,000, but frostbite and death were more than combat downsizing. "
Talking about this tragic battle, the old screenwriter sighed. There are too many regrets in this battle, and various interpretations have been made by later generations. Among them, there are sneers and even swears.
"There is no war in war, and I know that many young people now read some books and feel how great they are, and feel that their predecessors are too stupid. But those who can only lie and run for five kilometers can be exhausted. How do they understand strategy and war? "The old screenwriter sneered a few sneer.
Zhou Qingfeng sincerely asked: "If you want to save this battle, how should you start?"
The old screenwriter took a bite of beef and smiled and shook his head: "There is a reason why the war is like that. It is not because you want to change it. You think the old men who lived in the past are better than you. Silly, can't see the plight of the Nine Corps at that time? "
The same is true.
Many people know that smoking is harmful to health and they also smoke.
Many people know that they should study hard, but they still become scum.
A lot of people know that Xiao Lu is happy, and Da Lu hurts her body.
"Then if a particularly powerful tank platoon enters the battlefield, is there a way to make a comeback?" Zhou Qingfeng asked again.
The old screenwriter was amused, "Tank platoon? You ’re useless if you have a tank division. At that time, the power of the Americans was not a few more weapons, but the generation of the entire combat system. The aircraft you are the other person Vegetarian? You do n’t dare to show your head during the day!
Besides, the volunteers lost so much at that time, the biggest difficulty was the severe cold. If it wasn't too cold at minus thirty degrees, the Marine Division might be finished. "
Zhou Qingfeng may still be able to fight, but the weather is really helpless. He couldn't help but feel a headache for the situation he would face next. This copy of the North Korean battlefield is really more difficult than one!
"War is not a game, you are not ready to fight again. You ca n’t pause, nor can you fight halfway through the game if you feel the loss. You will have to fight when the enemy kills you. Just like this day The one who succeeds underneath, is n’t it the one that you paid for? "
Speaking of this, the old screenwriter paused for a while, and then said, "You just said that if you have a powerful tank platoon, what is the best way to do it? I have a solution that is not the solution.
The logistics of the Volunteer Army are rotten and inferior, and they have not been promoted. If you want to narrow the pros and cons of both sides, then simply ignore yourself and work hard to blend the logistics of the US military. Americans are human too, and they will break down without eating or drinking. If the situation gets worse, they will die faster if they haven't eaten hard. "
Eh ... This is an idea!
But the problem is that the logistics of Americans must be heavily guarded, and it ’s not so easy to destroy?
However, the old screenwriter provided Zhou Qingfeng with an idea. After all, on the land battlefield, the tank should be the first to discuss the ability to break through. And he happened to have a super tank, although there was only one platoon.
In the following days, Zhou Qingfeng began to carefully study the logistics system of the US military in the battle of Changjin Lake. His eyes were fixed on the material storage yard and road of the first division of the landing war. And as time slowly passed, a month arrived.
Three IS-7 heavy tanks and two engineering vehicles transformed from the tank chassis are ready, and a reinforced tank is discharged from the Korean battlefield in the cold winter of 50 years. Zhou Qingfeng entered the copy again and immediately felt the bitter cold.
"My God, I wear a single coat for wool?" Zhou Qingfeng remembers wearing a US military wool warm uniform before.
Look at the forest surrounded by ice and snow, and the cold wind is blowing, and the members of the tank row prepared by ‘GOD’ for Zhou Qingfeng are in front of you.
The original class mate became the platoon vice, and the ‘old machine gun’ became the squad leader. But everyone wears a thin winter coat, and it must be snowed and exhaled in the low temperature of minus thirty degrees.
The Zhou Qingfeng's tank platoon is a special organization that he used to get the BUG. Normally each IS-7 has five crew members. After the improvement, only four people can drive and fight.
Taking advantage of the large space in the electric drive tank car, Zhou Qingfeng learned Israel ’s ‘Mekava’ approach, stupefied that it was stuffed with eight people during the transformation. These eight people can be expanded into two tanks if necessary, greatly enhancing his strength.
In addition to doubling the crew, Zhou Qingfeng has two more engineering vehicles modified with the same chassis. The engineering vehicle had no artillery and reduced armor, but it was equipped with bulldozers, towing tools and a large cargo bin, which were specifically used to supply Zhou Qingfeng with ammunition.
The engineering vehicle is also a member of two sets of vehicles. If necessary, Zhou Qingfeng can use his extra members to expand into a small tank company with ten tanks. But now it's okay, all the forty people in the Zhou Qingfeng tank row are trembling in the cold wind.
"Damn‘ GOD ’, his mother did n’t even prepare clothes for Lao Tzu, want to freeze me alive?” The Zhou Qingfeng's physique shivered from freezing, not to mention others. Everyone looked ashamed and felt frozen at any time.
And this is not the biggest problem encountered by Zhou Qingfeng ...
The platoon deputy stepped forward and said in a heavy tone: "The platoon leader, we are in big trouble. The diesel fuel given to us by the logistics was blown up by the enemy aircraft halfway. . "
Lying trough ..., Zhou Qingfeng is really black!