Jagged Changjin Lake: Kill the enemy and become stronger

Without the slightest hesitation, the soldiers immediately rushed to the cans and bread.

On the battlefield, what is practical?Easy to carry and easy to store is practical.

Compared with those colorful seafood and foreign wine, the soldiers certainly knew what to take.

The marching backpacks issued by soldiers of the rice army are 120 centimeters long and [-] centimeters wide, which can be said to be quite large.But for the people like Dark Blade, even if everyone stuffed their backpacks to the point of bursting, they still couldn't carry a tenth of the supplies in the headquarters' warehouse.

"Okay, go and bring those rice army prisoners over and distribute bread to them. Each person is only allowed to bring two days' worth, and nothing else can be given."

Qiao Lin pushed Yu Congrong, who was grinding his teeth, wishing he could put the entire warehouse in his backpack.

The prisoners of the Mi Army stood in a line at the door of the warehouse, one by one stretching out their hands tied with ropes to receive food, looking like beggars.

Two pieces of bread were the amount Jolin set for the captives.

Perhaps because they have long been accustomed to a life of meat and wine, a few soldiers of the rice army suddenly broke out when they looked at the dry bread in their hands.

They threw the bread on the ground, stomped on it, and growled.

Qiao Lin, who was standing aside, witnessed all this, and his face became more and more ugly.

"What the hell are these guys called?"

Lei Gong asked curiously. The sentences formed by these strings of words sounded no different to birdsong to him.

"They demand humane treatment of prisoners of war, and let us provide high-quality food and the best medical living environment, otherwise they will go to the international court to accuse us of mistreating prisoners!"

Qiao Lin translated the meaning of the prisoners of the Mi army.

"Hey, these grandchildren are all prisoners, and they think they are uncles? I haven't enjoyed such a life yet!"

Lei Gong and the others were all overjoyed. I really don't know whether this group of Mi Jun is arrogant or stupid. They are all like birds and they don't know what self-awareness is.

"Huang Dachuan!"

Jolin suddenly shouted.

"To!"

Huang Dachuan immediately ran to Qiao Lin.

After Qiao Lin whispered a few words in his ear, Huang Dachuan turned and left, and soon brought a few soldiers from the reconnaissance platoon.

They directly pulled the troublesome rice army prisoners out of the team, dragged them aside and beat and kicked them, and soon the faces of the prisoners were covered with blood.

I thought this was punishment, but I didn't expect that after the fight, Huang Dachuan and the others picked up their guns and shot these guys on the spot in front of hundreds of other prisoners.

The effect of killing the chickens to warn the monkeys was good. The prisoners of the Mi Army immediately calmed down, deliberately lined up their teams neatly, and even said thank you after receiving the bread.

After preparing the required food, I went to the arsenal immediately.

Before Dark Blade sneaked into the first line of defense of the Mi Army, except for the artillery platoon, all other weapons were replaced with the standard equipment of the Mi Army, so it was more convenient to replenish ammunition.

Each of them had no less than thirty magazines and the same number of grenades, which were enough ammunition for Dark Blade to support a medium-scale battle.

The mortar shells of the artillery platoon have all been fired, and the Mi Army seems to disdain to use this kind of outdated weapon in their opinion. They don't even have a single mortar shell in their arsenal.

Just when Lei Gong sighed that the artillery platoon might be useless, Qiao Lin decisively ordered the artillery platoon to abandon the original mortars and replace them all with rocket launchers.

Firstly, there is a reserve of bazookas in the arsenal of the Mi Army, and secondly, compared with mortars, bazookas are more maneuverable and more powerful.

As for how to use the bazooka, Qiao Lin had already explained it during the training in Dayu Cave before. He only needed to do it once, and he believed that the soldiers in the artillery platoon would master it.

In addition to guns and ammunition, there are also a large number of tank shells and howitzer shells stored in the arsenal. These things can't be taken away by the dark blade, but it's a pity to destroy them.

Qiao Lin rolled his eyes and immediately came up with a solution.

More than 100 prisoners of the Mi Army were untied from the ropes that bound their hands. Under the muzzles of the Dark Blade soldiers, they carried boxes of shells and piled them in every corner of the courtyard. mark.

"I said instructor, you are too bad, isn't this a Latin man?"

Yu Congrong pointed to the tired and sweaty Mi Army prisoners and said.

"The ready-made labor force is not in vain!"

Qiao Lin pouted, disapproving.

After dealing with all this, Dark Blade left the compound and headed towards the mountain to the south.

The food and ammunition carried by the soldiers weighed close to one hundred kilograms. Although it was a bit strenuous, it was still within the tolerable range.

The captives were not only trapped with their hands, but every few dozen people were connected together with a long rope, which prevented the possibility of escape to the greatest extent.

But even so, this group of nearly 600 captives has become a big burden for Dark Blade. Not only does it have to disperse troops to guard them, but it also greatly slows down the marching speed.

Yu Congrong couldn't help but wanted to deal with these prisoners several times, but was stopped by Wu Qianli.

Although he also knew that the trouble these captives brought to Dark Blade might be far more than that, but he still tried not to do some things if he could.

Smith, as the commander of the [-]st Marine Division and the highest military officer in this area, did not receive any preferential treatment. He was also tied with his hands and walked among the captives.

The road up the mountain was not far away. It took 10 minutes to run, but it took nearly two hours to walk with the captives. By the time everyone reached the top of the mountain, it was past noon.

"This place can't stay, go down the mountain to the west!"

After observing the terrain, Qiao Lin immediately ordered the team that hadn't had time to rest to move on.

The terrain on the top of the mountain is flat and the field of vision is wide, so you can clearly observe the movement around you, but there is a fatal shortcoming here, which is easy to expose the target.

If the Mi Army sent planes to bomb, the soldiers would have nowhere to hide.

Chapter 86 Regiment Commander Johnson

The troops eventually stopped at the confluence of the two hillsides to the south and west.

"Give them the shovels and let them dig holes and tunnels!"

After setting up the guard posts, Qiao Lin focused on the prisoners again.

When he came out of the compound, Qiao Lin specially asked the soldiers to take hundreds of engineering shovels.

He didn't know how long Dark Blade would stay in this place. It was necessary to build fortifications. According to him, there was ready labor, so why not use it?

The Mi Army prisoners who were unfortunately selected took a shovel and began to dig the tunnel under the supervision of the Dark Blade fighters.

It is not an easy task to dig a tunnel that is one meter wide and nearly two meters deep, and soon the first batch of rice army workers became exhausted and paralyzed.

It doesn't matter if you are tired and paralyzed, just change a batch, anyway, there are plenty of prisoners.

The muzzle of the gun was on the head, and the prisoners of the Mi Army knew very well that the commander of this volunteer army was a thug who would kill the prisoners if he disagreed with him, so no one dared to be lazy.

His hands were blistered with blood, his clothes were soaked in sweat, and he was dragged out like a dead dog until he couldn't dig anymore, and was thrown back into the group of captives with his hands tied.

At this time, the captives will feel happy from the bottom of their hearts, at least they don't have to dig tunnels.

After these captives worked in turn, the fortifications requested by Qiao Lin were basically completed.

Especially the nearly [-] potholes dug on the hillside that can accommodate three to five people can completely avoid the bombing of enemy planes.

Taking advantage of this time, Qiao Lin was a little lazy and checked the system's rewards.

"Assassination Manual"?No matter how the name looks, it doesn't feel very reliable.

This kind of thing seems to be used only by assassins or killers in anime works. There will never be such straightforward things in live-action film and television dramas.

Qiao Lin looked through the entire manual with a little doubt, and instantly realized that he might have misunderstood the system.

It's all systematic, can the rewards given be ordinary things?Produced by the system, it must be a boutique!

Although the name of this "Assassination Manual" is a bit silly, it is definitely something that can make all the armies in the world crazy about it.

What is recorded above is how to train a combat team with super combat capability and special missions.

It can be said that this "Assassination Manual" and the "Training Manual" rewarded by the system before are both training materials, but they are upgraded versions of the latter.

The "Assassination Manual" focuses on training the cooperation between tactical teams. Several or more than a dozen people form a group. Each person has a corresponding position and responsibility, and can perform special tasks such as kidnapping and beheading.

Truly taking the head of a general among thousands of troops fully fits the model of special forces in modern society.

You must know that at the beginning of Dark Blade's establishment, the purpose of Qiao Lin's formation of the reconnaissance platoon was to train a team with a small number of troops to perform special tasks, thereby affecting the entire battle situation.

This "Assassination Manual" is simply tailor-made for the reconnaissance platoon.

Qiao Lin chuckled, suddenly looking forward to the system releasing more tasks.

[The system issued a task, persist for 72 hours, and leave Changjin Lake alive]

I really came up with whatever I wanted, and the new mission came as expected.

Persist for 72 hours?Leaving Changjin Lake alive?

Qiao Lin was startled, and immediately realized that these were two tasks, and it was the first time the system released two tasks at once, so the reward would definitely not be small.

But soon, Qiao Lin stopped worrying about the size of the reward. He realized that he might be in trouble this time.

Persist and live, the system has never used such a serious word before, which shows that if Qiao Lin can't persist, he will most likely die in Changjin Lake.

Dark Blade is about to face the biggest crisis since its establishment!

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Zhang Xiaoshan, who was in charge of the investigation at the front, brought back news that there were enemy troops moving to the north, but the distance was too far to know the specific strength.

The enemy finally began to return to the headquarters?

Qiao Lin's face turned cold instantly. This was the first call, but it definitely won't be the last call.

"Everyone is there, enter the tunnel, and prepare for battle! The guard squad, watch over the prisoners, if there is any change, you don't need to ask for instructions, and execute them on the spot!"

Qiao Lin decisively gave the order to prepare for battle.

Five kilometers south of Liutanli.

Johnson, head of the Sixth Regiment of the Third Division of the Mi Army, was sitting in a military jeep, wearing a leather jacket and a military cap, with a wooden pipe dangling from his mouth. A pair of huge sunglasses almost covered half of his face.

This is Johnson's idol, the standard dress of MacArthur, the five-star general of the US Army.

Johnson believed that he could not reach the height of MacArthur in this life, so he could only make up for the regret in his heart by imitating his appearance.

With the bumps of the vehicle, the ash in the pipe would spill out a little from time to time.

Johnson wiped the soot on the leather jacket with some disgust, and turned to look at the chief of staff sitting behind him.

"David, what do you think that old man Jack is thinking? He can't get in touch with the headquarters, so why does he ask our Sixth Regiment to return to defense? Doesn't he know that the battle in the north is very tight?"

Faced with the head's question, Chief of Staff David could only shake his head, expressing that he didn't know anything.

After all, the arrangement of the division commander Jack is not something he can comment on as a small regiment-level chief of staff, let alone in front of the commander Johnson, who is known as the No. 1 fork in the entire third division.