Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 971: Pulling nails

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"Comrade Regiment, Zhou Qingfeng, the platoon leader of the independent tank platoon, reports to you. This platoon has successfully returned from the completion of combat missions, please instruct." The Zhou Qingfeng station straightened and raised its chin. The five ‘Pershing’ and one ‘Sherman’ pulled back from behind him were particularly proud.

The head of the 178 regiment suffocated, and he was enough to be an Zhou Qingfeng's father in terms of age. But in terms of momentum, he would really not be enough. The Turtle Army usually seized enemy rifles and mortars, and heavy artillery was rare. People are now back after seizing several enemy tanks.

"Big Zhou, you guys can stand up." The army has always made achievements in terms of merit, and troops with outstanding merit are naturally outrageous. The officers of the army actually like to have little tigers in their hands. As long as they can win the battle, the discipline can be relaxed slightly.

"Now that he has patience, let him pull the nails." The regiment commissar on the side is also smiling, apparently to lose a hard bone and let Zhou Qingfeng eat.

"Commander, you know me too well. I'm good at pulling nails." Zhou Qingfeng borrowed the donkey down the **** and wiped away the irregular running.

The so-called ‘nails’ are the remnants of the ‘Driesdale Detachment’. Yesterday this detachment attacked the blocking position of the 60th Division with tanks and armored vehicles and other heavy firepower with more than 1,000 troops.

At this time, you can see the tremendous difficulties and injuries caused by the cold to the volunteers. The 60th Division had more than 10,000 people in the three regiments, but as a result, it occupied the favorable terrain and failed to stop the U.S. army of more than 1,000 people.

Lieutenant Colonel Driesdale fought a life, and finally took more than 300 people into the siege puppets to support the Division 1 Marine Division. But one third of the detachment was intercepted, surrounded and trapped in the halfway. One third of them ... haplessly bumped into the IS-7 driven by Zhou Qingfeng.

There are still more than two hundred people resisting the one-third of the siege. The commander of this group is Major McLaughlin, and this group of people is stunned to make the seven or eight regiment gnawing.

Originally, the Volunteer Army was good at night combat, but now the weather can freeze people to death. Volunteer soldiers who lack clothing and food can hardly survive and cannot fight at all. Major McLaughlin froze all night with the help of firepower and God's help.

It's dawn now, and the Yankee's plane is coming again soon. McLaughlin and his team will definitely break through, and the seventeen or eighty regiment will not stop.

As soon as the mission is completed, Zhou Qingfeng immediately said: "Relax, leader. I promise to kill the Yankees."

"Be careful of American planes." The political commissar said, afraid of what came. Two F-4U 'Pirate' fighters of the First Naval Air Wing of the US Navy whistled across the sky. Bombs and napalm mounted under the iron wings were a major threat to the Volunteers.

Seeing the carrier-based aircraft in the sky, Major McLaughlin stayed up all night with his men, and he was very happy. They stayed in the wild and stayed overnight in the wind, and feared that they would be annihilated by the volunteers. With the air force under cover, they finally found a way to escape.

"Ready, we are about to break through." Major McLaughlin is very optimistic, and constantly encourages the morale of the people in the circle. More than two hundred of them were trapped in a rudimentary position constructed by a ditch, vehicle wreckage, and roadbed. Seeing that he could escape, the morale suddenly improved dramatically.

"Sir, should we be careful of enemy tanks?" a Marine soldier reminded. They were trapped not far from the road. When Zhou Qingfeng returned with a ticket, they almost scared them to death.

"It doesn't matter, 'Pirate' will solve everything." Major McLaughlin has absolute confidence in the combat effectiveness of the naval carrier aircraft. It has to be said that the US Marine Corps and the carrier-based aircraft units are both elites, and their combat effectiveness is absolutely first-class.

Under the instructions of McLaughlin ’s subordinates, ‘Pirate’ fighters were already shooting at the volunteer soldiers outside the encirclement. When the napalm bomb exploded, it was a sea of ​​fire, which was not something that could be countered by courage and determination.

The 178th soldiers who were responsible for the siege also stayed up all night in the cold wind and low temperature. They were more bitter than McLaughlin and could not move at the end of the crossbow.

Some soldiers lie on the cold ground for a night, and when they get up in the morning, they become lumps of ice. Now that they have been blown up by US military aircraft, those who are still alive can only retreat.

"Okay, we can go." Major McLaughlin carefully observed the situation around him. He was still very careful about the enemies forming the encirclement, which seemed to him to be inhuman. "Thank God, thank our airmen."

When Major McLaughlin wanted to break through, Zhou Qingfeng was also clenching his teeth and staring at the pirate carrier aircraft that was raging in the sky. He finally hid his tank, but he didn't want to head out and get bombed. No matter how good the IS-7 is, it is also a weapon of land warfare.

However, Zhou Qingfeng is not without any preparation for this. One hundred million of his money is spent on the blade. If the tank cannot be used, then use anti-aircraft guns!

"Did the radar work?" Zhou Qingfeng asked. He refers to a US military SCR-584 radar installed on the engineering vehicle. The early radars were stupid, heavy, and very cumbersome. The entire radar has multiple sub-systems such as search, tracking, and fire control, which are very troublesome to use.

In order to integrate these things together and no more than 50 years of technical level, it took ...... Actually, it took no effort at all. Zhou Qingfeng will continue to smash money, and Shanghai can make a finished product at any photoelectric office. This is an old-fashioned technology, and it is not a problem.

Although the performance is a bit worse, it looks ugly, and the life is shorter, but it can be used!

One engineering vehicle was equipped with radar, and the other engineering vehicle was equipped with a 40mm caliber Bofors anti-aircraft gun. The two implement semi-automatic control, and the radar information is transmitted to the anti-aircraft gun, which can fire after aiming.

When the radar was erected, the anti-aircraft guns withdrew the camouflage net, and the omnipotent tank soldier provided by ‘GOD’ came to an anti-aircraft soldier, and the tom shot fired dozens of shells into the sky.

The ‘pirates’ in the sky are still propeller fighters, and they fly slowly at low altitude. As a result, one was hit in the face, pulling black smoke and hitting the mountain. Another "Pirate" was horrified and quickly pulled up, but in the process of climbing up, it was equal to the open door, and was easily shot down by the anti-aircraft gun again.

As soon as the two "pirates" were finished, the soldiers on both sides looked dumbfounded. The Volunteers didn't expect the plane to be shot down so easily, knowing that they had enough to eat the Yankee plane. And Major McLaughlin, feel that God is joking with him?

"Why not? We haven't broken through yet, why was this 'pirate' carrier aircraft shot down?" McLaughlin's men were just ready to run, but now the carrier aircraft is gone, yet Run or not?

After a while, a "Sherman" drove from the hideout. It directly crossed the encirclement and pushed the defense line constructed by McLaughlin and others. A volunteer officer stood on the turret, and the muzzle pointed at more than two hundred US soldiers inside.

Major McLaughlin did n’t dare to mess up. He saw that the seized American tank had not fired. He could not help but straightened up and stepped forward. He shouted at the volunteer officer on the turret to maintain the dignity of the Marine Corps. Tao: "Are you here to surrender?"

The officers on the turret were condescending and looked at Major McLaughlin with a playful gaze. The posture seemed to say ‘I just do n’t speak, look at you as an idiot, pretending to be stupid! ’