Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 962: Strike
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The main force of the 1st Marine Division of the US Army stayed in the ancient soil, and a ring fortification was arranged on the hill near the floodplain. Zhou Qingfeng arrived at the periphery of several highlands in the ancient soil while taking advantage of the night, but found that the situation was more troublesome than he thought.
The troops did not eat or drink, they were still frozen in the cold wind, and they consumed a lot of energy. Everyone sweated a lot in the mountains, and once the march stopped, the sweat would soon freeze and cause frostbite. Moreover, at extremely low temperatures, the firearms are frozen, and the M1 carbine can't even open the gun.
The more unfortunate thing is that the enemy has placed at least one company or even a battalion on all hills. It is impossible to mix into the ancient soil under the eyes of the enemy. And even if you go in, how do you come out?
The only good news is that night vision can still be used. Zhou Qingfeng can find enemies a distance of one or two hundred meters in advance, so as not to beat the snake.
"President, what shall we do?" "Old machine gun" stepped forward and asked, "It's too cold, you have to be quick no matter what you do."
The eyebrows of the ‘old machine gun’ were frozen, and the soldier behind him looked tired. Zhou Qingfeng nodded and waved, "We can't afford to get up front, we detour."
Although the method of detouring is a bit stupid, it is better than death. The soldiers silently followed Zhou Qingfeng and wore rubber-soled shoes to move forward in the snow and ice world.
During this period, Zhou Qingfeng also used his blackout clothes to check the map, and chose the next plan. "We go around behind the ancient soil, and the vigilance of the US military there should not be so high."
Marching, marching, the turtle army is relying on its own pair of iron feet to find opportunities on the enemy's front. Zhou Qingfeng led the team around the ring fortifications in Gutuli and came to a location called 1081 highland on the map.
This is a place with extremely steep terrain. The height difference is six or seven hundred meters, and the hydropower station at Changjin Lake uses the drop to generate electricity. The US military engineers built a winding single lane here, and the location is very important.
From the rugged mountains down to the flat one-way lane, I feel much more comfortable under my feet. But there was no bird in the wilderness. Zhou Qingfeng found that he could only continue to march daringly, trying to get into the enemy positions in the ancient soil from behind.
And just as the Zhou Qingfeng was exhausted even during the night march, the savior appeared-an explosion sound suddenly sounded in the night in the far south, and an armed convoy rushed out from the direction of Guturi before the explosion The direction killed the past.
Eh ... There are tanks, as well as armored vehicles and a large number of vehicle infantry.
This kind of armed convoy is not something that can be done by more than twenty light infantry in Zhou Qingfeng, but after evading, he decided to follow the convoy for a while, because the opponent ’s action must be related to the explosion just now.
On foot again about four or five kilometers, when everyone is exhausted, Zhou Qingfeng finally knows what the team just did. This is a U.S. military engineer. The explosion that happened just now was made out of the volunteer reconnaissance force in the wild.
The explosion destroyed a bridge, a bridge that was advertised numerous times by later generations--Shuimen Bridge. It was the volunteer that bombed several times and was repaired several times by the US military engineers, and finally forced the Americans to drop the hydropower station bridge from Japan to repair the bridge components.
Zhou Qingfeng does n’t care about that vital bridge now. He only cares about the slack-prepared bridge repairing force. "We are doing things, we have something to do."
U.S. troops have no spirituality in fighting. They rely purely on firepower, but their engineers really rely on technology. Engineers in the United States are indeed the world ’s best in building bridges and paving roads, and their professional skills and work qualities are nothing to say.
Through night vision, Zhou Qingfeng can see that a platoon of US military engineers is busy repairing the bridge, while an infantry including tanks and armored vehicles is on alert.
"The first shift goes to the left, the second shift goes to the right, and I take three shifts from the middle. When I get rid of the tank, you will work together." Zhou Qingfeng ordered, and now his men are equipped with Motorola walkie-talkies, commanding It's much more convenient.
The three classes spread out quietly, approaching the enemy in a zigzag pattern. Zhou Qingfeng walked at the forefront. Instead of using a carbine, he drew out a dagger and jumped out when approaching the tank at a distance of more than twenty meters.
The severe cold caused Zhou Qingfeng's's physical strength to decline. He can't run faster than usual. The guard captain on the tank turret clearly heard the rapid footsteps in the wind, and the machine gun on the turret had been sighted as soon as it turned.
The flint lamp was lit at the bridge repair site, and a cold flash suddenly appeared in the light, directly hitting the captain's door on the turret.
The captain had a dagger on his head and fell into the tank without humming. In the cold wind, the other guards who narrowed their necks to avoid the wind did not find this accident. Zhou Qingfeng hurried out, jumped into the tank turret and drilled into the hatch.
Due to the sudden incident, the crew members in the tank were not expected. The gunner was leaning on his seat and dozing his head, and the working tank engine made him feel warmer anyway. Others were completely unprepared and invaded by the killing god.
Zhou Qingfeng put a foot on the gunner ’s neck, followed by withdrawing the pistol from his body and opened fire on the other crew members. After three or five times, the car became a steel grave.
After solving the occupants in the car, Zhou Qingfeng quickly rushed to the driver ’s position, pushed the body away and emerged from the front hatch. The three squads he commanded are rushing in, while the first and second squads in other directions have opened fire.
"Get on the tank, let's start it." Zhou Qingfeng shouted, and four third-class crew climbed into the tank and entered the turret. He immediately pulled the two joysticks in the driver's seat, the tank's track twisted back and forth, and the turret also turned up.
The gunfire caused a riot in the entire repair site. There was an M3 semi-tracked personnel carrier near the tank. The American soldiers on the vehicle were about to operate heavy machine guns and start shooting. The Zhou Qingfeng, which had already turned half of the body, immediately stopped the tank and shouted: "Destroy it."
Into the tank is a complete tank group. Thanks to ‘GOD’, they can operate all US military tanks like Zhou Qingfeng. Hearing the command of his platoon leader, the rotating turret immediately stopped, the muzzle pointed at the half-tracked vehicle, and a grenade flew out.
Before firing the gun, the American soldiers on the half-track vehicle looked at the muzzle and pointed at their tank with horror. He opened his mouth as if to remind himself that he was a comrade-in-arm, but the muzzle of flame had swallowed him up.
Because the distance was too close, the grenades ’insurance failed to unlock, but after hitting the semi-tracked vehicle, it released a huge amount of kinetic energy. The multi-ton half-tracked vehicle was blasted for more than ten meters in an instant, disintegrating directly in mid-air, and the American soldiers on the vehicle were drowned in a pile of twisted parts flying around.
"Grenade fired once, then reloaded." Zhou Qingfeng continued to turn the car body, his face twisted in the cold wind, staring murderously at other panicked American soldiers. Accumulating full of anger, he desperately needs to vent!