Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 879: Heavy

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"I do n’t want to go to the goddess ......" The scene in front of Zhou Qingfeng's "Korea" hasn't been screamed. I was still in the office of a bright and magnificent media company, but in a blink of an eye it became a low and deserted old street.

Zhou Qingfeng was shocked and found that he was in a two-column column, with soldiers wearing cotton clothes, leather hats, and all kinds of outfits and weapons. He also followed the team at a mechanical pace, but his eyes began to look left and right.

The sky is dark, it has rained before, and there is a lot of water on the ground. No one in the team spoke, silently stepping on the standing water. The sound of footsteps is neat and serious, but it makes Zhou Qingfeng extremely depressed.

Lying trough ..., I ’m fooling! I really became a volunteer army to fight against the US and aid North Korea.

What the **** was this laozi here? Is this just going to go to Ganling? —— Zhou Qingfeng is no longer the stunned youth who first came to New York. He has seen the terrible war, and he knows that his ability to face gunfire is also blown into ash.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Qingfeng began to touch his own equipment. Carrying a large cover of three or eight on his shoulders, a box of bullets hanging on the armed belt, four grenades hanging behind the buttocks, and the rest are like kettle towels and the like. That's it, it's gone!

Just rely on this to prepare for a ghost fight ..., too **** damn!

Zhou Qingfeng just shouted loudly, causing the soldiers around to look at him. Soon the squad leader ran over and scolded: "Big Zhou, what are you shouting? The marching line is not allowed to make noise, don't you understand this discipline?"

"I ..., I ..." Zhou Qingfeng opened his mouth and didn't know what to say.

A company-ranked officer soon ran, and the tiger asked with a face: "What happened? Who just screamed just now?"

I was still scolding the Zhou Qingfeng's squad leader to help him off immediately: "It's a new fighter. This kid is clever, has good marksmanship, and runs fast. It should be too excited to fight."

No, I ’m not excited at all, I ’m scared-Zhou Qingfeng's expressions are crying, I do n’t think it ’s exciting.

When the officer heard that he was a newly recruited soldier, his face calmed down, and he said with relief: "Little comrade, do n’t be afraid. American devils are also humans. They are no better than us. Follow the command on the battlefield, follow the command, we must Can win the battle. "

The officer and the squad leader left after a few lessons, but the Zhou Qingfeng still looked ugly at home. He certainly knows that American devils are human too, but American devils have different equipment.

Not to mention the overwhelming B-26 and B-29, not to mention the aircraft carrier battle group blocked in North Korea, not to mention the tanks and artillery that are rampant all over the country, the gap between ordinary soldiers alone is huge. The uniformed weapons of the American soldiers are much stronger than the large gatherings of volunteers.

God knows how the rabbit army pushed the battle line back to the 38th line? This is very unscientific!

However, these are not considered by the volunteers. The team continues to move forward. Zhou Qingfeng walked out of the deserted street just now, and an extremely wide river suddenly appeared in front of him. A bridge across the river is extraordinary.

"Ah ..., I'm on the Yalu River." Seeing the iconic railway bridge, Zhou Qingfeng understood for a moment that he should have been Anton City. He is crossing national borders, across from North Korea. "What time is it now?"

"Hey ..., what day is it today?" Zhou Qingfeng hit his companion with his elbow. The soldiers in the queue had more than one meter and seven heads. The one meter and eight meters like him were simply standing tall, but there was a big man beside him, and he carried a Type 11 light machine gun machine gun on his shoulder.

The big man carrying a machine gun looks much older. Compared to the rest of the team with only rifles, the machine gun on his shoulder is heavy firepower. Listening to Zhou Qingfeng's inquiry, he was very airy and smiled, "Today is October 19th."

October 19th? Zhou Qingfeng does not know much about history. He actually knows little about the history of fighting against US aid. He really ca n’t think of anything special about this day. So he asked again: "Which year is this year?"

"50 years." The machine gun big man continued.

On October 19, 50, the Chinese People ’s Volunteer Army entered the Korean War.

"Lying trough, haven't started yet!" Zhou Qingfeng suddenly felt relieved. Shangganling is two years later, and it is too early to worry about it. And by virtue of his poor historical knowledge, he knew that the Volunteer Army had fought relatively smoothly in the first two battles.

"Whoop ..., I've been hurting Laozi Bai for so long." Zhou Qingfeng let out a long breath and shouted silently to 'GOD': "I want to equip, take my 'mechanical exoskeleton', and ' DogMeat '. I'm not afraid of these two things. I can catch MacArthur and sing' Conquer '. "

"Hey, hello, ... don't pretend to be dead." Zhou Qingfeng silently shouted for a long time, and the bird fart didn't respond. Can the artillery fight? "

Is it because of pitting the eagle sauce too many times, the eagle sauce resentment is very important to revenge me, and deliberately throw me to such a purgatory level copy. This joke is big!

Zhou Qingfeng hastened to check his own Japanese rifle again, it ’s okay to maintain, but it is too ...

"Good gun." The machine gun on the side looked at Zhou Qingfeng's crisp pull of the bolt, and sincerely sighed, "I didn't have this good thing when I joined the army. This is the squad leader's eyes, and the shot is good. Specially given. Used well, this gun can be powerful. "

A ghost! Zhou Qingfeng embarrassed and embarrassed, he wanted to say: I have never used such a bad gun, this time I took a shot to pull the bolt, the firepower is not as good as the child peeing, give me an AK anyway!

Looking at the bullet box again, there are hundreds of bullets inside. This is already counted in the volunteer army. The most special thing is the bayonet hanging on the waist. It is long, thin, and cold, but Zhou Qingfeng has never used it.

"Don't fool around, or you will be scolded again." Seeing Zhou Qingfeng has been checking his weapons, the machine gun reminded.

Most Zhou Qingfeng touched the half-dried grain bag, and looked worried again. Although he hasn't reached the Jedi of Ganganling yet, the situation in front of him is extremely bad. The current US Emperor is the world's No. 1 military force, and no one in the world can fight against it-except Zhonghua.

But the current Zhonghua has nothing but an earth-shattering, fearless high-spirited momentum. Poor enough to be pants!

After entering the DPRK for several days, Zhou Qingfeng finally figured out the team he belongs to-the Volunteer Army, the 40th Army, the 18th Division, the 354th Regiment. He is an ordinary soldier of the three battalions and eight companies, which is a light infantry company. Machine guns and mortars were strengthened by wartime superiors, and the others were only rifles and barrels.

After entering North Korea, the whole atmosphere is completely different. The road was full of people fleeing north, and the troops could hardly advance. Looking at the volunteers heading south, North Korean refugees looked at them with weird eyes.

The refugees also included the fleeing Korean People ’s Army. An officer of the People ’s Army was extremely excited when they saw the team of the Volunteer Army. They greeted, "We finally hoped you came, and now we are saved. The Americans are too powerful. , How many planes did you bring? How many tanks? How many cannons? "

The officers and men of the Volunteers shook their heads.

"You just equip this?" The officer of the People's Army was stunned. He shook his hand and stood on the side of the road, watching the silent southward army, and finally disappeared on the road following the flow of people who fled north. At the end.

"Fuck! Let's help you fight the American devils, but your gang of soft eggs have run away." Looking at the back of the escape, Zhou Qingfeng scolded. But he looked at the team that was advancing at a firm pace. His breathing felt difficult, and his heart was heavy. (To be continued.)