Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 881: Marching

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Why join the party? Because joining the party is a shortcut to upward promotion.

No matter how good a big-headed soldier is, he has received many awards for his merits, and at most he is just a soldier. If you want to build a bigger war, you must bring troops, but how can you not join the party?

Since he has arrived in North Korea, Zhou Qingfeng will not accept his fate. No matter how good the soldier is, it is also the life of the cannon fodder. If he wants to live well, he must try to climb up.

Uncle Zhou, but the person who had been the head of the army, usually signed a personnel appointment letter that was not one thousand but eight hundred. He knew that what he valued most was not his talents, but whether this man was with me. If this is not one mind, is it not that the greater the ability is to pit yourself?

Joining the party means making a statement to the superior—I share the same mind with the organization.

However, the party members of the rabbit family are really difficult to enter. Especially in this war year, the status of party members is golden. To give an example: Everyone has heard of the term 'FireWire Joining the Party'. This is basically a reward for those who are about to become martyrs.

Zhou Qingfeng several clever suggestions to help the people in the automobile transportation group realize the role of air defense and camouflage some time in advance, but his credit can't replace the identity of party members.

Party members are not so cheap. Although the political commissar of Lianli personally came to praise Zhou Qingfeng, he only gave him the status of an ‘activist to join the party’. He did n’t even have a reserve party member – want to join the party? It depends on your next performance.

Paralysis, everyone else is a pit father, Lao Tzu is pitting himself!

The weather is extremely cold. It is said to be the coldest winter in North Korea in recent decades. The temperature at the end of October is close to zero degrees. Although Zhou Qingfeng has experienced the nuclear winter in the ice, he never ran to the wild on foot in the nuclear winter!

Understand that even Uncle Zhou ’s expedition to Baltimore at Wasteland was carried on a transport plane, with sufficient logistical support to bring the vehicle. At present, the Volunteer Army has a diao hair, and the army marches entirely on the two legs of the infantry.

March, march, keep marching! The weather was cold, the roads were rotten, and the food was poor, but the troops had never stopped advancing.

During the headless march, the political commissar of Lien suddenly stood on the side of the road and shouted: "Comrades, we have found the enemy in" Wen Jing ", and now we are only more than eighty miles away. Jin, the Party Central Committee and Chairman Mao are watching us, we must fight for victory! "

Lying trough ..., morale burst out after this voice shouted. Everyone went forward with blood and blood, and continued to move forward as if they would never be tired.

The whole company marched in a hurry, and Zhou Qingfeng had to follow along. But he was howling in his heart: marching, marching, marching, never stopped after entering the dynasty on the 19th. Lao Tzu can't stand the physique of ordinary people twice. Why can you still go than me?

What Zhou Qingfeng can see is a person with hundreds of people in front of him. Everyone is wearing a khaki cotton coat, wearing a cotton cap with earmuffs, and a pair of rubber shoes at the feet.

Such military uniforms are so scumming, not to mention that many people ’s clothes are still very worn. For example, some people ’s shoes are perforated and they are still walking around. The soldiers are all iron feet. Zhou Qingfeng has always felt that he can endure hardship, but he is a spoiled young master.

Lying trough, I can't stand it, I want to stop. I want to kill the enemy, I would rather fight immediately and don't want to leave.

Zhou Qingfeng touched his own kettle, which was originally filled with boiling water, and now it is cold and chilly, cold Bingbing. But he didn't care whether it was cold or not, and unscrewed the lid and poured it into his mouth. I drank it twice, **** ..., there was no water.

This **** bird fight!

"Here, drink mine." The big man carrying the machine gun has been walking side by side with the Zhou Qingfeng. This guy has more weight than the Zhou Qingfeng and can always maintain a strong morale. Seeing that the Zhou Qingfeng's had run out of water, he immediately handed over his kettle.

"Forget it, I'll be patient." Zhou Qingfeng doesn't want to be taken care of by others. The regiment leader has the respect of the regiment leader. He is anyway a super fighter, and he can't be compared casually.

Uncle Zhou of this meeting is full of anger-Fatty Jin, you are not much capable of fighting a scumbag, and you are full of pit father skills. Are you okay to play South Korea? You hit South Korea to provoke Eagle Sauce, but asked us to clean up the mess for you.

Also, the steel comrades of the Soviet Union are not a good thing, tacitly approving the big fat man, but now that something is wrong, he hides and does not help, so that Zhonghua can only take his life to fill it. It does n’t matter if you fill your life, you can give some weapons and equipment anyway. Even if it is obsolete during World War II!

Look at what the Volunteers used to enter the DPRK just now? Sun machine. Have you heard that the main force of a country's army is armed by seizure? Zhonghua is.

There are few artillery pieces in an army, and they are all Japanese or American artillery pieces with complicated calibers. A small sixty mortar is the baby's heavy firepower, so there are not many shells.

It seems to see that Zhou Qingfeng is deeply grudged. The big machine gun bumped his arm with his own kettle and grinned: "Drink, the road is still far away."

Yeah, the road is still far away.

The Zhou Qingfeng, with its dry mouth, couldn't help it, and took a big sip from the kettle. The cold water poured into the throat, and the burning throat finally felt better. And he is not willing to take advantage of others, "Give me your machine gun, I will carry it for you for a while."

"Ah ..., do n’t do n’t."

"Relax, don't break your baby machine gun. Isn't it a Type 11 light machine gun? This broken gun is very bad. I'll give you the M2HB of the Americans later, and then the stuff will be active."

The machine gun was too big to screw up, so ‘Type 11 light machine gun’ was given to Zhou Qingfeng. Just listening to Zhou Qingfeng said his gun was rotten, he was not happy, "This gun is so good, I think we didn't even have this thing in a battalion.

When the Japanese soldiers saw that the battle was wrong, they would rather destroy it and not let us seize it. It was not easy for me to get a machine gun. It took a few soldiers to get it. It was rare. "

A ghost, there is not much good for infantry equipment in Little Japan.

However, Zhou Qingfeng couldn't tell his vomiting. He only felt his nose sour. Such a kind of broken machine gun that is not influential, is actually a hard-won baby in the volunteer army-how did we fight this battle? How can we push back the impossible Americans?

Laozi wants to fight, Laozi wants to seize, Laozi doesn't want this broken weapon, Laozi wants beautiful weapons. Lao Tzu would rather be stiff in the face than stop running around like this.

The cold wind is constantly blowing, and the strength of the soldiers under the high-intensity march is rapidly decreasing, but everyone is clenching their teeth. Some people started to sway while walking, but still did not stop the pace of progress.

"Bring your gun, I will carry it for you."

"Do n’t talk nonsense. Come, I will help you."

"Come on, has Wenjing ’s ghost place arrived? I ca n’t wait to kill the enemy!"

Zhou Qingfeng soon added four or five rifles, and dragged a fast-moving soldier forward. He also insisted on clenching his teeth, insisting on insisting again, insisting on the cold mountains of North Korea.

Until tens of miles of mountain roads came to an end, all of them even cheered. Zhou Qingfeng found out that everyone was extremely tired, but they were eager to fight, because only fighting can rest.

The Zhou Qingfeng, who was so tired and sweating coldly, entered the ambush position, and his heart was as hot as igniting a fire-come ..., dog day, no matter who you are? Have fun! (To be continued.)