Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 890: Truck and driver

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Talking about his experience of joining the army, the ‘old machine gun’ is full of spirit and energetic. He talked about the places he had traveled, the people he had met, the battles he had fought, and the boldness and self-confidence were coming out. Ask him whether he feels bitter or not? He immediately asked back: "No matter how hard it is, it's harder than farming at home?"

Zhou Qingfeng has not planted land, nor has it been planted in the old society decades ago. But he could imagine the hard work of farming in Tiantou day after day, year after year. If there are any natural disasters or human disasters, such tragic acts of selling children and women are common in history books.

'Old Machine Gun' talked about his experience, and everyone else in the group kept talking. Everyone comes from a poor family. Joining the army not only allowed them to wear new clothes for the first time, eat enough food, raise their heads and stand up, but also opened up a new world for them.

Zhou Qingfeng suddenly remembered his experience in Wasteland. Although it was difficult and full of thorns, he had to go back to being a diaosi to continue his life.

"Hehe ..., I understand, I understand." Thinking about the experience of the "old machine gun" is no worse than yourself, Zhou Qingfeng also felt a lot closer to the other party.

Happy talking, someone suddenly called out the old machine gun and said that the leader asked him to repair the car.

"Repair the car?" Zhou Qingfeng didn't expect ‘old machine gun’ to repair the car.

"Yeah, I usually like to play with machine guns. I have learned a few hands with people in the repair plant. Some minor problems can still be dealt with." "Old machine gun" carried his "Type 11 light machine gun" with a deputy shooter Going away.

With a move in Zhou Qingfeng's heart, Zhang Kou asked: "I also learned to drive a car before serving as a soldier. Should I help?"

"Will you drive? Great, we are just short of drivers." Hearing that Zhou Qingfeng said he would drive, the person was overjoyed and hurried to urge him to follow.

Now the battle of "Wen Jing" has started. The remnants of the South Korea Second Regiment have no reinforcements outside, no equipment inside, and their destruction is sooner or later. Zhou Qingfeng has no chance to play for the time being, it is no problem to help.

Several people hurried to the road, only to find that the situation was more trouble than Zhou Qingfeng imagined. During the ambush of the South Korea 2nd Regiment during the day, the enemy's three battalions and artillery squadrons were completely annihilated, leaving nearly forty trucks and twelve howitzers, and even killed and injured two US military advisers.

The seizure of the three or five groups that made it hard to get home excited, but the problem is that there are not enough drivers who can drive.

At present, the U.S. military aircraft cannot be dispatched, but as long as the U.S. military is at dawn, the aircraft will definitely be sent. If they were not transferred immediately, these valuable vehicles and artillery could not be kept at all.

For a local army of turtles whose ‘Type 11 light machine gun’ is a treasure, these nearly forty trucks and twelve artillery pieces are just as dazzling as gold mountain. If you can't keep it, it will make you sad.

During the daytime battle, many vehicles were damaged. The ‘old machine gun’ hurried to find a way to repair it. Zhou Qingfeng saw the battalion commander of the 3rd, 5th, 4th, and 3rd Battalions, and the trainers frowned at the scene-the driver was a technician, even in the 70s and 80s in the future, very popular occupations, not to mention the present.

I heard that there were still people in my camp who could drive. Both the camp commander and the instructor met Zhou Qingfeng in person and thought to encourage a few words-even if you ca n’t keep all the trucks, you can keep half of them.

To understand that the regimental commander is now leading the battle, the problem of how to keep these vehicle artillery pieces is thrown to the three battalions that are reserve teams. But this problem is a problem in the eyes of others, but Zhou Qingfeng has an idea.

Lying trough, this opportunity for meritorious performance is at hand!

"Commander, I have a way to keep all the trucks and cannons." At the time of the performance, Zhou Qingfeng never let go. He raised his head and stood tall, standing upright, packing the tickets in a calm and confident manner.

The battalion commander heard the young big man in front of him saying there was a way, and his eyes were all bright. He hurried forward two steps, Shen Sheng said: "What's your name? Which company is it?"

"Eight companies in a row and two in a row, others call me Big Zhou."

"Big Zhou? Are you the guy who stunned the enemy's defense line with a charge today? I saw you at the command post at that time. You were really fast enough!

If you can keep these truck guns, I will apply to the regiment to give you a third-class merit. "The instructors in the camp began to promise rewards. Dozens of trucks and twelve artillery pieces were all materials that the volunteers were in urgent need of, which was enough for a third-class merit.

Zhou Qingfeng pretends to be a fool and scratched his head: "I never thought of third-class merit, but if I can keep this batch of cars, can we give us eight consecutive points?"

"Good boy, he is even more anxious than us. He must have stared at these cars." As long as the problem can be solved, the officer of the Turtle is not afraid of the soldiers to make conditions. The battalion commander immediately agreed: "As long as you can drive this batch of trucks, others can still **** it from you?"

"Hey, hey ..., I never thought about asking for these cars." It ’s not that Zhou Qingfeng does n’t want trucks, this kind of baby must be handed over to the Volunteer Army Command for assignment, where can he get his turn to dispose? And if I want a car, where can I find gasoline? You can't drive for a few hundred kilometers, just stop?

"I think there are a lot of beautiful equipment in the seizure today. Can you make some to equip us, even if it is equipped with a row." Zhou Qingfeng still remembered his beautiful equipment. The Japanese equipment is really too ugly. , Should have been eliminated.

The battalion commander and the instructor glanced at each other, but they did not directly agree. Instead, they asked: "What are your ideas first?"

"I think there should be many drivers among today's South Korea captives?" Zhou Qingfeng threw its own solution.

But the commander of the camp sighed and said, "We have captured thousands of captives, but the screening work has just begun. There are a few Korean speakers in the camp, but there is no way to find the South Korea drivers before dawn. Of. "

"I can speak Korean, and I can drive. I know that the driver is different from ordinary soldiers. Let me go around the captive and make sure to find a few who can drive." Zhou Qingfeng's ability There are still.

Sanying ’s current trouble is that it is difficult to communicate with the South Korea captives, and the chickens and ducks of the two sides cannot talk clearly. But a bug like Zhou Qingfeng came up and the problem was immediately solved.

Both the battalion commander and the political commissar were overjoyed, and they immediately brought the Zhou Qingfeng to the temporary camp where the captives were held. During the daytime battle, two battalions of the South Korea Sixth Division and Second Regiment were annihilated, hundreds of people were killed and injured, and thousands were captured.

Because it was dark, several campfires were lit in the camp. All the captives sat on the ground, swaying the fire to reflect their dull and numb faces. Since the volunteers gave preferential treatment to the captives, they were not embarrassed except for disarming them, and after the Zhou Qingfeng came, they smiled and walked around the captives.

"I now need a group of drivers, as well as a variety of technical personnel, the number of places is limited, please come out and sign up."

"No one stands up? Do you want to be sent to the camp of Beibang, or do you want to stay here? Let me tell you how Beibang cleans up you traitors and the American emperor?"

"Think about how many soldiers and civilians you have killed along the way, what do you think your compatriots will do to you?"

"You must know the preferential treatment policy of our volunteer army. If you still want to go home safely, choose a path."

Compared with the persuasion of volunteers, Zhou Qingfeng threatens to lure together. While preaching among the prisoners of war, he picked the well-maintained prisoners one by one and asked for their identity.

South Korea does not pay attention to the equality of officers and soldiers, and soon a few officers were asked out by Zhou Qingfeng. As long as he had a hard hand, steel would succumb. And to get the official job, the next thing is much simpler.

When Zhou Qingfeng found officers, signal soldiers, and drivers of South Korea No. 70 or 80 among the more than 1,000 prisoners of war, the three battalion commanders and instructors outside the prison camp immediately clapped and laughed. (To be continued.)