Rise of the Wasteland

"Squad, where are we going?" "Old Machine Gun" sat in the position of the co-pilot, holding the "crooked handle".

Ten Cards swayed on the rugged mountain road, and all the members of the team had a novel look in the carriage. This group of soil owls took the car for the first time, and they actually drove back to the ocean on the battlefield.

The carriage was covered with canvas. The deputy squadron popped a half of his head out of the rear window of the cab, and asked inexplicably: "Squadron, shall we not return to the army?"

"I still want to capture the US prisoners. How can I go back without catching it?" Zhou Qingfeng looked at the time with great anxiety. It was already noon, and there were still twenty-four hours before the start of the battle, but he had not even seen the captives of the US military.

Hearing Zhou Qingfeng's stubbornness, he still had to catch US prisoners, and everyone in the sharp knife class looked at each other. Everyone originally thought that their boss was just talking, but now they have made a lot of credit, should they close their jobs and go home?

But ... Uncle Zhou didn't stop not catching US captives.

While driving, Zhou Qingfeng inspected a briefcase. This bag was picked from the corpse of the Nangan company commander. It contained various telegrams, transcripts, maps and the like.

The road and terrain around Yunshan are clearly marked on a large-scale map, and Zhou Qingfeng uses this map to slowly drive away from the heavily deployed Nangan front. Yunshan is surrounded by mountainous terrain. Only the Qingchuan River valley is flat. Yunshan is a small city in the mountains.

Zhou Qingfeng drove a solitary road out of the rugged mountain road with the goal of Yunshan City. The members of his team are a little silent, and everyone's boss doesn't understand what it means to 'take it when you see it.'

"Tell me, what's in this truck?" Zhou Qingfeng asked.

"It's mainly flour, but also oil and salt and jerky, and even things like apron and spatula. It looks like a cooking class car," said the vice squad leader.

"No, this is not the car of the cooking squad. This should be the car that supplies the Nanba troops. What else?" Zhou Qingfeng continued to ask.

"Is this useful?" The old machine gun in the co-pilot's seat found a card from under his seat.

Zhou Qingfeng took a look, this should be the passport of the 15th regiment of Nantong First Division. But the photo above doesn't look like him, at least not as handsome as him.

"Leader, are we really going to catch the American captives?" Another soldier poked his head out of the rear window. This warrior is young, short, with bad marksmanship and poor bombing, but he is a clever ghost and laughs all day long. Zhou Qingfeng called him "Dou Ding", and he wasn't bothered, instead he defaulted.

"Why? Frightened?" Zhou Qingfeng knew that his men were not at the bottom of his heart. Now it is not necessary to explain the facts. To maintain morale, it is better to be aggressive.

"Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid." Douding said several times, but afterwards, he would lower his tone and sneered, "In fact, I'm still a little scared. I haven't seen Americans like this? I heard they have black people, Black paint is like ghosts. Are they really ghosts? "

When it comes to black soldiers in the U.S. Army, there is one more shameful thing. The famous 38th Army used to scare itself and regarded the Nanba Eighth Division as a black group in the US Army. As a result, the fighter jet was scolded by President Peng.

"You are stupid! Black people are just black and they die even if they are shot in the past. Black people are actually stupid and stupid. I have a chance to catch you a few black captives." Zhou Qingfeng would like to popularize science, but think about it Forget it.

When it comes to Americans, the soldiers in the squad are curious. When Zhou Qingfeng talked about black people, everyone was even more suspicious, and it was said that he had never seen black people, and it was definitely bragging.

And Zhou Qingfeng's team came out of the mountains and headed to Yunshan along the river beach road of the Qingchuan River. At halfway, he began to look at the map carefully, wondering where to park and walk on foot. After all, driving is easy, but he ca n’t drive the car directly into Yunshan City.

Walking along a curve, Zhou Qingfeng hasn't figured out his current position yet. Suddenly I felt the ground constantly vibrating, even when sitting on a bumpy truck.

What's wrong ..., earthquake? impossible!

Zhou Qingfeng stopped on the side of the road and looked up. As a result, after waiting for ten seconds, the whole class saw a big guy with a big cannon tube appearing in front of him like a hell.

Lying down ..., tank!

Even the ride was the first time the soldiers of the sharp knife class were collectively dumbfounded. Zhou Qingfeng did not expect to see American tanks here suddenly, while the rest of the team was sweating intimidated by the dozens of tons of iron stuff.

One, two, three ... This is at least a tank company, just met on the road, met with Zhou Qingfeng and others. This U.S. military tank encountered rare adversaries in North Korea. It also exaggeratedly painted a tiger's head logo on the front of the vehicle to scare people, which looked really prestigious.

"Squad leader, the American prisoner you want is here." "Dou Ding" did not know whether it was excited or afraid, and shouted in the carriage.

Get out ... I don't know who captured them now!

Looking at the opposite gun tube facing himself, Zhou Qingfeng shouted immediately: "No one is allowed to move, no shots are to be taken, be honest, everything is mine."

The 'old machine gun' in the front passenger seat was all white, and his fingers were tightly holding his 'crooked handle'. It seemed that the scared nerves were broken, and he couldn't help coming directly to the opposite tank. A shuttle.

"'Old machine gun', you have no use in firing. Our entire class will be bombed to death by the enemy." Zhou Qingfeng recognized that the opposite was an M4 tank, and it looked like the M4A3E8's later type, armor And firepower is not a machine gun.

"So what? I won't surrender." The sweaty deputy squad leader poked his head out of the back window of the cab, though terrified but extremely determined.

"Shut up * www.readwn.com ~ Who just said that an apron is coming, please give me one." Zhou Qingfeng originally made himself dirty, and his current image is very rustic.

apron?

The whole class thought, "Boss, can you be serious?" It's this time, what are you doing with an apron?

But the apron was quickly passed to Zhou Qingfeng from the rear window, he fastened himself as fast as possible, and pushed the door to get off.

The tank convoy was in front of the truck, and the muzzle pointed at Zhou Qingfeng. A jeep drove up from behind. Two US military officers sat on the car and looked at him with curiosity.

"Hi! Taijun, uh ..., no! American friends, I'm so glad to see you." Zhou Qingfeng took out his cutest smirk and opened his arms at the US military. "Long live the United States, President Truman Long live, long live Commander MacArthur! "

The two U.S. military officers on the jeep were also a little dazed. After they exchanged a few words in a low voice, one frowned and asked Zhou Qingfeng: "What is your army?"

"We are from the 15th Regiment of Nanbei First Division. We ... we have the documents." Zhou Qingfeng shouted to the "old machine gun" while communicating with the US military in English: "Certificate, that document, that pass Give it to me. "

The dumb 'old machine gun' handed the pass out of the car window, Zhou Qingfeng held it with his hands, and smiled and transferred it to the US military officer on the jeep. The US military officer turned it over and looked at Zhou Qingfeng with skeptical eyes. After all, the photos on the pass were not very similar to him.

And Zhou Qingfeng continued his bright smile and shook his apron just now, shouting loudly: "We are chefs, cooks who cook delicious food, the level is absolutely first-class, and I am very honored to serve American friends. Please be sure to bring Come on.

Believe me, we are really chefs. ".

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