Rise of the Wasteland

The matter of instant noodles is brewing, and Uncle Zhou who returned to the front line encountered a big trouble-he got lost!

The first battle of the 118th Division where Zhou Qingfeng was in was 'Wen Jing', which killed the second regiment of the 6th Division of Nanbei in one fell swoop. Then the main force of the division followed the seven regiments of the Sixth Division of Nanbang in ‘Chushan’ and wanted to wipe out everyone.

Here we need to talk about the seven regiments of the Nanbang Sixth Division. This is the most insane regiment of the Nanbat in the early stage of the resistance to the United States and the North Korea. The commander of the regiment was Major American Fleming. The 'Chushan' that it killed at that time was only five kilometers from the border between China and North Korea, and even set up artillery to bombard China.

The most surprising thing is that more than 100,000 volunteers entered the North Korean battle. After the fighting started on the 25th, many Nanba troops were killed in succession, but the seven regiments were not caught.

However, when the Americans responded, they immediately discovered that the seven regiments were still surrounded by volunteers. The Volunteer Army's 118th Division defeated the two regiments of 'Wen Jing' and naturally turned back to clean up this arrogant seven regiment.

But the problem is that this series of strategic deployments cannot tell Zhou Qingfeng such a big man. He returned to North Korea from Andong to find his own troops. If he looked for it, he didn't know he was there?

In the vast mountains, there is a snow scene wrapped in silver, and the sky is white. There was light snow on the ground and white fog on the sky. Zhou Qingfeng was holding an old map in his hands and couldn't find his current location.

"Hack father!" Zhou Qingfeng looked left and right, looked forward and looked back, looked up and down, and then looked at the mountains or trees around him. The whole person was faint. "He is meowing, where am I?"

The map was drawn by the Japanese during the Japanese occupation, and the route was quite rough. Moreover, the mountain roads in northern North Korea are also intricate and complicated. One by one, mountains, roads, and bad weather, even the North Korean guide is bewildered.

Zhou Qingfeng was carrying a convoy of ten trucks loaded with supplies that were urgently needed by the 118th Division. Due to the backwardness of the logistics system, the 118th Division is now hungry and fighting. If these supplies are not delivered on time, Uncle Zhou will wait in the military court.

Now the whole team is staring at Zhou Qingfeng, because only the 30-odd person who has secured a car has only actual combat experience. The others are either former migrant workers or guard militia, which basically have little fighting power.

Now there is a fork in front of Zhou Qingfeng, one left and one right, choose it!

But there is no such fork in the map. Don't worry about it, the transportation team does not know where to run under the leadership of Uncle Zhou.

Zhou Qingfeng turned around, he wanted to take a break and relax, and then asked who could tell me what to do next? In this age without satellite navigation, it is a big trouble to go far. And he hasn't had a radio station, and he can't do anything to ask for support.

But more than thirty pairs of eyes behind him also looked at Zhou Qingfeng, and they were equally blind. I don't know what to do?

"Big Zhou, let's go back." The driver's squad of the team was more mature and came up with an idea that was not an idea.

"Don't say I don't know the way back, I can't go back even if I know it. Now the front line is at war, and this supply is urgently needed. If it can't be delivered on time, I will be dead." Zhou Qingfeng really hated this kind of undecided situation .

‘The soldiers and horses have n’t moved, the grain and the grass first’. Since ancient times, there have been numerous defeats due to lack of food. Zhou Qingfeng didn't have the courage to go back. He had to deliver the supplies on time.

But which way do you choose? In other words, it is wrong to choose which one, because the whole team is not on the right path at all.

While hesitating, Zhou Qingfeng at the fork suddenly heard the sound of a vehicle engine coming from the front. This movement shocked the entire team, who are now on the battlefield. Volunteers do not use cars, and they drive either Americans or Nanba.

"Scattered to both sides of the road," Zhou Qingfeng commanded, turning his face coldly.

The militiamen in charge of the convoy immediately ambushed into the woods and grasses along the road, and Zhou Qingfeng drove a truck over to the fork. He himself held a 'Browning' and went out more than two hundred meters to investigate.

North Korea's mountain roads are winding, and the fog is thick and can be seen at most for twenty meters. The unknown team on the other side was driving slowly and carefully on the road.

At the beginning is a half-track M3 troop carrier, loaded with a large-caliber heavy machine gun, and seven or eight heavily armed soldiers seated in the convertible compartment.

There are more than ten famous ten-cards of World War II in the convoy, which should be leftover materials of the US military, which were dumped to Nanba. This car looks pretty humble, but it is durable and very reliable.

The convoy was finally the same M3 troop carrier as the defender. The soldiers operating the machine guns were vigilantly aimed at both sides of the road with muzzles to prevent possible enemies.

Don't worry, this is not a volunteer team. Look at the soldiers in the car should be Nanbang. It is said that Zhou Qingfeng hid in the grass to see this scene, and should not provoke the other party to let him go. But now lost, he was anxious to know how to return to the army. Let go of these enemies, who will guide you?

The road was difficult and the visibility was poor. The Nanba team drove very slowly. Zhou Qingfeng followed from behind, trotting out of the grass on the side of the road, and stepped onto the M3 semi-tracked personnel carrier behind him.

The Nanbao soldiers on the truck stared vigilantly on both sides of the road. It seems that they also know that the war is now under way and the enemy may appear at any moment. But Zhou Qingfeng jumped into the car suddenly, and the speed was like a raccoon cat, and the figure appeared in the convertible compartment of the troop carrier as soon as possible.

The Nanbao soldiers in the carriage are all highly concentrated ~ www.readwn.com ~ all looking at guns outside. Suddenly saw someone jumped into the car, someone quickly turned the muzzle to shout.

In order to avoid shocking the others of the Nanba team, Zhou Qingfeng held the pistol instead of holding a bayonet and swept across the neck of a soldier on the right—a cold light passed by and the enemy's neck squirted hot.

A soldier on the left also had to open his mouth and yell, only to make a ‘ah’ sound, and Zhou Qingfeng pinched his neck. The throat was cracked under the might, and his life soon died.

The soldier with a broken throat was not left. Zhou Qingfeng lifted it with one hand and swept it, using his body as a weapon to hit the other Nanbei soldiers on the left. The Nanbao soldiers who turned around did not stand firmly, and they looked like a bowling ball that was hit, and they all fell down.

The soldier on the right was not good. After Zhou Qingfeng smashed the dying Nangan soldier, his body moved forward two steps at the same time. The cabin of the M3 personnel carrier is not very large, and it takes almost two steps to reach the end. As he walked, the bayonet continued to wave.

In just two or three seconds, the four soldiers on the right were slit their throats by the flurry sharp bayonet. Some people even had their heads cut open, blood and water sprayed Lao Gao, leaving only a little flesh attached to the body.

When the soldier on the left struggled to get up, the situation was irreversible. Zhou Qingfeng's hands have always been fast, and when he came up with a bayonet, he took their lives easily. There was blood all over the compartment for a while, and it smelled bad.

Of course, the driver will not be unaware of this movement. When he looked back, all eight soldiers in the carriage had fallen. Covered with blood, indifferent Zhou Qingfeng was behind him, watching him calmly.

The driver of the troop carrier was frightened to shout, but did not dare to shout, a chill spread all over his body. He simply stepped on the brake and raised his hands to surrender. .

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