Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 934: Before the war

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"I didn't even think about escaping." There are too many people still busy in the night, and Zhou Qingfeng will not sleep yet. Yunshan City has been under military control, and he and the members of the Sabre Class have also been assigned to a small house, which is much better than the bitter days of wind and dinner.

The best is the almost unlimited supply of food. Compared with the three, four, seven groups that can be happy to die by eating a can of 'Spam' in the mountains around Yunshan, Zhou Qingfeng and his men are rare to open their belly Eat.

The only pity is that it is too poor to eat for a long time. If you eat too much oil suddenly, you will have indigestion. So everyone except Zhou Qingfeng has to be restrained, otherwise it would not be a joke to hold on.

After the deputy squad escorted the convoy away, the people in the sharp knife class felt that they should be better off now, would they accept it? They have already packed their backpacks and filled them with various foods and drinks. But Zhou Qingfeng broke their ideas.

The old machine gun reminded: "Squad leader, that Andrew did bring the radio station. He did not reply to the letter. The Americans must be suspicious. We do n’t want to go now. I ’m just afraid that I ca n’t go at dawn . "

Zhou Qingfeng shook his head and said: "We are just a nail inserted into the heart of the enemy. How can we easily pull it out? I think the troops will attack Yunshan tomorrow. We happen to play a huge role and come to a center to bloom."

"It's good for us to be able to function. But ..." "Dou Ding" opened his mouth in a half sentence, tangled in his heart and said: Americans are not really stupid, I'm afraid they won't wait for us to function. Flowering is over.

"I know what you are worried about, isn't it that the major in charge of logistics notices that we have a problem?" Zhou Qingfeng smiled lightly and shook his head: "I have my own plan."

Looking at the fact that your squad leader is so pretending, it is a pity that no one cooperates to continue to ask. Zhou Qingfeng's's "trick" can only confide himself, "Let the major of the logistics office have no time to find us and it will not be a problem."

"Secretly killed him?" asked the 'old machine gun'.

"Uh ..., it's easy to kill the other party if you kill the other party. I think it's better to let the other party get an emergency." Zhou Qingfeng proudly took out a glass medicine bottle from his pocket.

"What is this?" asked Douding the curious probe.

"Where did I go to the military doctor to say I was constipated, so I got this medicine." Zhou Qingfeng photographed the kerosene lamp in the room. "The label on it reads that it is an extract of medical rhubarb. It takes five minutes to work and is used in moderation. To avoid severe dehydration. "

Is this laxative!

"I ’ve been to the major logistics department. When chatting with him, I secretly poured a few grains into his coffee. When I left, the unlucky egg had covered his stomach and went to the toilet. Continue to squat, it has been sent to the military doctor. "

Squad leader, you are bad enough. Anything that hurts your mind can be figured out from your mind-this is the collective evaluation of Zhou Qingfeng's by the Sabre Class.

Diarrhea eating bad things on the battlefield is a common disease, but constipation is also a common disease. The medical drugs of the US military are equipped with a large number of such therapeutic drugs. Zhou Qingfeng remembered it after being proud, and said quietly: "I remember there was a lot of this medicine in the medicine cabinet of the field medical ambulance."

At this point, everyone in the sharp knife class in the room was staring at the medicine bottle in Zhou Qingfeng. ‘Douding’ had the fastest response and immediately said, “If it ’s breakfast tomorrow ...”

Zhou Qingfeng immediately shook his head, "No, no, no ... This thing works in five minutes, breakfast is not suitable, lunch or even dinner is better. And we should also give more to let those Americans attack at the same time The effect is the best. Um ..., do you all understand what I mean? "

The sharp knife class nodded collectively, like chickens pecking rice. "Old machine gun" even gave a thumbs up towards Zhou Qingfeng, Shen Sheng sighed and said: "I have fought so many years of battle, everyone has seen it, but you are the darkest leader."

Ha Ha Ha ......, Zhou Qingfeng only when this is boasting about him, and he smiled unintentionally. After just laughing, he said again: "The battle of Yunshan is about to start. This battle must be extremely difficult. No matter what we do, the gap between the enemy and the enemy is too great."

The enemy has more than 3,000 cavalry regiments, equipped with more tanks and artillery than our army. People also have air support, and they have dropped a heavy weight on the balance of the war. tomorrow…….

"I hope tomorrow ..." Zhou Qingfeng wanted to say 'everyone can still live', but the words are: "I hope everyone will fight tomorrow without fear of sacrifice. We must believe that our sacrifice is worthwhile. . "

Moral morale is indisputable! Originally at a disadvantage, there is no way to find a way out. When Zhou Qingfeng gritted his teeth, he still decided not to be too kind.

If sacrifice cannot be avoided, make sacrifice worthwhile. Zhou Qingfeng said cruelly: "I will get a batch of explosives packs and a blasting cylinder to form a tank-playing team later. Even at the critical moment, it is necessary to facilitate the attack of the troops."

When you need to fill your life, you must fill your life when facing enemy tanks. Because the US cavalry rides tanks, the first division of the US cavalry is to fight tanks!

"Squad leader, you can order it."

"Squad leader, when it's time to work hard, I don't frown."

"Squad leader, don't worry, we don't have a scorpion."

Okay ... morale is available, and I'm relieved.

Looking at the food and drink, and the wailing, like the little tiger, Zhou Qingfeng is relieved. He immediately set out and went to get some suitable equipment. Before leaving, he also ordered: "Leave two people vigil, the others take turns to rest, sleep well and prepare for a fierce battle tomorrow."

As soon as the bold Zhou Qingfeng left, the room where the Sabre Class was located was immediately deserted. Everyone made their own beds and was ready to rest. During this process, Douding suddenly said, "Are we really going to fight tanks tomorrow?"

"Of course." Someone answered.

"So can we really beat it?" "Dou Ding" asked again.

This question is a bit heavy, and everyone cannot answer it. The squad leader and deputy squad leader were not present. The old machine gun took over management duties as a non-commissioned officer. He scolded Douding badly, "Can you kid not be so bad? On the battlefield, you have to obey orders. . "

“I ’m not a slut.” Douding said in a low voice: “I just do n’t know what to do? I saw the truck for the first time after I joined the army and watched the rumbling thing run up, I almost Scared of urine. But now I know that compared to tanks, trucks are nothing.

When we hit the enemy tank battalion during the day, I was really peeing. I never thought about how there could be such a swollen iron pimple in this world, and there were actually guns and machine guns. You just gave me a dynamite bag, how do I fry that stuff? "

The sharp knife class in this saying is even more silent, and the ‘old machine gun’ does n’t know how to answer. Angrily, he could n’t help but scolded: “‘ Dou Ding, you are a maid, a maid, a maid. ”

'Dou Ding' was scolded and would cry, and no one in the class would help him. Everyone didn't know what to say. The little warrior can only murmur silently in his heart: I'm not a bad boy, I really don't know how to fight a tank?