Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 984: Traitor
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Two regiments of the US Third Division and a large number of assigned troops stationed in Wulaoli, with a total strength of nearly 8,000 troops. It took more than an hour from the order to reach the assembly and then to the destination, which showed the effectiveness of the staff and communication command of the 1st Division of the 6th War.
However, after the troops with hundreds of vehicles quickly arrived in Wulaoli for arming, they received a disaster from the sky. Nearly 5,000 people were devastated by carpet bombing, causing more than 2,000 casualties in an instant, including nearly 1,000 people killed on the spot.
Looking at the fire-like **** inside Wulao Li, smoke and flames raged across the sixty-five regiments who were lucky enough to leave a scared soul.
After the initial horror, everyone from the regiment to the soldiers went crazy to figure out why this happened? Their hoarse shouts spread far and wide through the radio waves.
In an ancient village more than 20 kilometers away, two engineering vehicles in an independent tank row were parked side by side on a hillside, and the air defense radar was constantly turning the antenna to constantly monitor the surrounding sky for dozens of kilometers.
In the car, more than a dozen radio stations were spread out, and people seven or eight were crowded in the narrow cabin. When the monitored shortwave radio station was full of cries and yells of officers and men of the third division, everyone in the car cheered collectively.
"Stop bombing, stop bombing, Wulaoli is now controlled by the Third Division of the Tenth Army, you are bombing yourself."
"Who is dropping bombs? I want to sue you to the military court."
"Thirty-three regiments suffered heavy losses, the regiment leader was killed, and the regiment of the regiment was completely destroyed. We must retreat."
Listening to various miserable descriptions from the radio, "Zhao Glasses" sitting in the corner of the cabin took off the headphones on his head, took a deep breath, and gave a comfortable long sigh. He just played the ‘front air controller’, so he was so nervous for a while that he could n’t speak.
Unexpectedly, really unexpectedly, the battle was so easy. Simply saying a few words will allow enemy bombers to dry themselves. Listening to the various confusions of the 33rd regiment of the enemy's third division on the radio, 'Zhao glasses' felt that he had avenged his comrades who were killed in the bombing of the enemy plane.
Due to the current difficulty in identifying enemy and enemy and air-ground coordination, in order to effectively attack ground targets, the U.S. Navy and Air Force will often send experienced pilots to form a front-line aviation control team, and conduct air strikes with the 6 army troops on the ground.
This is a 6-air cooperative network composed of encrypted communication and radio communication, which should not be cut in by enemy personnel.
However, after Zhou Qingfeng entered Gutu, several frontline aviation controllers were captured, along with their dedicated contact station. Ordinary volunteer soldiers can't tell the difference between radio and radio, but Zhou Qingfeng knows the great value of these people.
The captured U.S. aviation controller knows that the information in his mind must never tell the enemy that when they are interrogated to serve the volunteers, one person commits suicide, one is frozen to death, and the last person would rather die unyielding than cooperate.
Zhou Qingfeng is not no other way. The engineering vehicle he brought has a full set of electronic communication equipment. He uses the current level of powerful fire control computers to crack the encrypted communications of aviation contacts, and organizes the people in his tank platoon to simulate the 6th War Division One Command.
With Zhou Qingfeng's understanding of the US military, he really did it. More than a dozen radio stations in the engineering vehicle disguised themselves as multiple command and communication units of the US military, deceived the verification of the radio liaison officer of the B-29 fleet, and successfully guided the enemy bombers to drop bombs in Wulaoli.
After the news of the bombing of the 33rd Regiment in Wulao Li came out, the US military commanders in Xingnan Port were frightened and asked the Air Force why they bombed their own people. The B-29 radio liaison is also inexplicable, and they keep arguing that they are authorized by the division of the 6th war.
The big oolong on this day made the director ’s Zhou Qingfeng all smiles. He looked at the bright moonlight tonight and knew that he would inevitably suffer the enemy ’s night air raid. If it's a fighter, it's okay. The self-propelled anti-aircraft gun can barely deal with it, but the B-29 can't be hard.
Thinking that the B-29 fleet that had already dropped ammunition was inexplicable and could only leave in a hurry, Zhou Qingfeng pushed open the hatch of the engineering vehicle and came out, feeling the cold air outside was inexplicably fresh.
Such a serious incident of accidental bombing. Before solving the problem of encrypted communications, the US military should no longer send bombers. As long as the enemy ’s bombers do not come to trouble, ordinary night fighters are not a concern. He plans to double the chance of success tonight.
On the hillside where the engineering vehicle is located, you can overlook the mountains 20 kilometers away. In the dark, Wu Laoli, who was blown up in the dark, was emitting thousands of red lights, and there were all kinds of thunder. In the wind, there were even explosions of nearly 1,000 bombs falling continuously.
Finally, the front-line aviation controller of the U.S. military was held in the vicinity. He was staring at the distance shrouded in flames. Can he already infer what happened? But he wondered inexplicably in his heart-how did this happen?
"Major George, thank you very much for your cooperation. The information you gave is completely correct. We guided a B-29 fleet from Yokota, Japan, to bomb Wulaoli. You hear ..." Zhou Qingfeng left Come out and deliberately let this US military controller listen to the chaos of the US military on the radio.
Among the hasty, many of the US military ’s communications are directly voice conversations. Now whether it is the troops of the third division or the division headquarters of the first division of the 6th war, or the B-29 fleet still flying in the sky, there are non-stop quarrels and excuses.
After a short period of communication, although all parties were indignant, a consensus was reached-it must be that the ancient American frontline aviation control personnel were captured, so that the confidential communication was cracked by the enemy. Heavy losses.
"No, no, I didn't say anything, I didn't tell you anything." The US military controller named George exclaimed loudly and kept on defending. But in front of him, not only Zhou Qingfeng, but also Associated Press reporter Frank Noel, who was fooled by Zhou Qingfeng to report on the battlefield.
Just now Frank Noel is still interviewing the unyielding American hero, but now he looks at George with surprised eyes, and at the radio station where messy communication is coming out, the expression on his face has changed —— A traitor, a traitor, a shameless, bad guy who lives up to the trust of his comrades.
"Frank, you have to believe me. I really didn't do anything. I didn't tell him anything." Mr. George, who was unlucky, was confused and panicked. He wished he could take out his heart to prove innocence.
Zhou Qingfeng immediately shouted in surprise and exaggeration: "Damn, why is this reporter still here? Take him away. By the way, he is not allowed to be held together with other US prisoners of war, and he will be sent away immediately. He fled and shot him. "
Frank Noel was pushed and shoved away, but he still heard the voice of Zhou Qingfeng comforting George in the wind, "Do n’t worry, I guarantee that the reporter ca n’t prove you. From now on you It ’s the American hero who sacrificed in North Korea. You must be able to live a wonderful life. "
The Associated Press reporter hates being crazy. He did n’t think about whether it ’s acting, but Wu Laoli was bombed but it ’s a fact, “I want to find a way to live, even if I serve the devil. . I want to debunk that mean bastard, he will pay for his actions! "
The uneasy Mr. reporter left, leaving only the completely silly aviation controller standing in place. Zhou Qingfeng stepped forward and patted his shoulder, Wen Yan said: "Major George, I know you are a very experienced U.S. military pilot, and also serve as a frontline aviation command and guidance mission.
We urgently need talents like you and will never treat you badly. I'm very serious about giving you a suggestion, incognito name we work. This way your family and your reputation will be preserved. I can give you time to think about it. "
George's brain has become a mess of porridge, he never thought he suddenly faced a life turning point, and even thought he became a traitor. He almost muttered to Zhou Qingfeng and said, "You are a devil, you are a devil from hell."
Zhou Qingfeng replied with a smile: "I never deny this. Please believe that I am a generous devil."