Rise of the Wasteland

"Comrade Commander, Zhou Qingfeng, leader of the independent tank platoon of the regiment, reports to you. This platoon has returned after completing the combat mission, please instruct." Zhou Qingfeng stood straight with his jaw raised. In cooperation with the five 'Pershing' and the 'Sherman' that he pulled back behind him, he was particularly proud.

The head of the 178th regiment was breathless, and his age was enough to be Zhou Qingfeng's father. But in terms of momentum, he would not be enough. The soil army usually seized enemy rifles and mortars, and heavy artillery was rare. They have now returned with several enemy tanks.

"Big Chou, your kid is up to the point." The army has always achieved achievements based on the theory of warfare, and the troops that have done well in battle are naturally stingy. In fact, the officers of the army also like the fact that they are all little tigers. As long as they can win the battle, the discipline can be relaxed slightly.

"Since he has the patience, let him pull the nails." The regiment commissar on the other side was also smiling with a smile, apparently to lose a hard bone and let Zhou Qingfeng go for a chat.

"Head, you know me too well. I'm good at pulling nails." Zhou Qingfeng borrowed the donkey from the slope, and wiped out the illegal run.

The so-called 'nails' are the remnants of the 'Drysdale Squad.' Yesterday, this detachment attacked the blocking position of the 60th Division with heavy firepower such as tanks and armored vehicles with a force of more than 1,000 people.

At this time, we can see the great difficulties and injuries caused by the severe cold to the volunteers. The sixty divisions had more than 10,000 people in three regiments. As a result, occupying favorable terrain failed to stop more than 1,000 US troops.

Lieutenant Colonel Dresdell fought a life, and finally rushed into the besieged puppet with more than 300 people to support the Marine Division. One-third of the Kochi detachment was intercepted and trapped in the middle. One-third of the other ..., haplessly bumped into the IS-7 driven by Zhou Qingfeng.

There are still more than two hundred people in the one-third of the besieged who are resisting. Major MacLaughlin is commanding this group, and this group of people can't keep the 178 regiment.

The Volunteers were good at night battles, but now the sky is dark and it can freeze people to death. Volunteer soldiers who lack clothing and food are hard to survive and cannot fight at all. Major McLaughlin was able to survive the night by virtue of firepower and God.

It's dawn, and Yankee's plane is coming again. The McLaughlin gang will definitely break through, and they will not be able to stop it.

As soon as the task was completed, Zhou Qingfeng said immediately: "Relax, leader. I promise to kill the Yankees."

"Be careful of American planes," said the political commissar, who was afraid of what came. Two F-4U 'Pirate' fighters of the First US Air Force of the United States Navy roared across the sky. The bombs and napalm mounted under the iron wings were a major threat to the volunteers.

Seeing the emergence of a carrier-based aircraft in the sky, Major McLaughlin, who had been up all night, took his men to joy. They stayed all night in the wild, and they feared that they would be wiped out by volunteers. They were covered by the air force at the moment, and they finally considered a way to escape.

"Ready, we're going to break through." Major McLaughlin was very optimistic, and constantly encouraged his subordinates in the encirclement. More than two hundred of them were trapped in a rough position built by a ditch, wreckage of vehicles, and roadbeds. Seeing that he could escape, the morale immediately increased.

"Sir, should we beware of enemy tanks?" A Marine soldier reminded. They were trapped not far from the road, and when Zhou Qingfeng returned with a tank of tickets, they almost scared them to death.

"It doesn't matter, 'Pirates' will solve everything." Major McLaughlin has absolute confidence in the combat effectiveness of naval carrier aircraft. It has to be said that the US Marine Corps and the carrier-based air force are elites, and their combat effectiveness is absolutely first-rate.

Under the direction of McLaughlin's subordinates, 'Pirate' fighters were already firing on Volunteer soldiers outside the siege. The explosion of napalm bombs is a sea of ​​fire, which cannot be countered by bravery and determination at all.

The 178th group of soldiers in charge of the siege also stayed up all night in the cold wind and low temperature. They were more bitter than McLaughlin, and they could not move at the end of the crossbow.

Many soldiers lie on the cold ground all night, and get up in the morning to become a piece of ice moraine. Now being bombed by a U.S. military plane, those alive can only retreat.

"Okay, we can go." Major McLaughlin carefully observed the surrounding conditions. He was still very careful about the enemies that formed the encirclement, which in his opinion was an inhuman existence. "Thank God, thank our aviation."

Just when Major McLaughlin wanted to break through, Zhou Qingfeng was gritting his teeth and staring at the pirate carrier aircraft that was raging in the sky. He managed to hide his tank, but didn't want to venture out and get bombs. The IS-7, no matter how good, is a land weapon, there is nothing to do with aircraft.

However, Zhou Qingfeng was not unprepared for this. His 100 million was spent on the blade. The tank cannot be used, so use anti-aircraft artillery!

"Did the radar start working?" Zhou Qingfeng asked. He was referring to a US SCR-584 radar installed on the engineering vehicle. Early radars were clumsy, heavy, and cumbersome. The entire radar has several sub-systems such as search, tracking, and fire control, which are very troublesome to use.

In order to integrate these things together without exceeding 50 years of technical level, it took ... but in fact, it didn't take much effort. Zhou Qingfeng smashed the money down, and the magic can casually make a finished product at a photoelectric institute. This is an old-fashioned technology, which is not a problem.

Although the performance is worse, looks a bit ugly, and the life is shorter ~ www.readwn.com ~ But it can be used!

One engineering vehicle was equipped with radar, and the other engineering vehicle was equipped with a 40mm Bofors antiaircraft gun. Both implement semi-automatic control, and the radar information is transmitted to the anti-aircraft artillery, which can fire after aiming.

When the radar was erected, the anti-aircraft guns withdrew the camouflage nets, and the all-purpose tank soldiers provided by ‘GOD’ came out with an anti-aircraft artillery, and they suddenly launched dozens of artillery shells into the sky.

The 'pirate' in the sky is still a propeller fighter, and it flies very slowly when dropped at low altitude. The result was a face-to-face hit with a smoky mountain. Another 'pirate' was frightened and quickly pulled up, but when it climbed up, it was equivalent to the empty door opening, and it was easily shot down by antiaircraft artillery again.

As soon as the two 'pirates' were finished, the soldiers on both sides looked dumbfounded. The Volunteers did not expect that the plane would have been shot down so easily. You must know that they had eaten up the Yankee plane. And Major McLaughlin, do you think God is joking with him?

"Don't you? We haven't broken yet, how did this 'Pirate' carrier-based aircraft get shot down?" McLaughlin's men were just ready to run, but now the carrier-based aircraft is gone and can't run ?

A short while later, a 'Sherman' drove from the hiding place. It directly crossed the encirclement and pushed away the defense line constructed by McLaughlin and others. A volunteer officer stood on the turret, and the muzzle pointed at more than two hundred US soldiers.

Major McLaughlin did not dare to move. He saw that the apparently captured US tank had not fired, and he could not help but stand up straight and took a few steps forward, shouting to the volunteer officer on the turret in order to maintain the dignity of the Marine Corps: Are you here to surrender? "

The officer on the turret stood high and looked at Major McLaughlin with a playful look, and the posture was like saying ‘I just do n’t talk, look at you like an idiot, pretend to be silly * force! ’