Chapter 984: traitor

The US regiment's two regiments and a large number of subordinate troops stationed in Wulaoli, with a total strength of nearly 8,000. It only took more than an hour to reach the destination from the start of the assembly under the order, which shows the efficiency of the staff and communications command of the First Marine Division.
However, this army with hundreds of vehicles quickly arrived in Wulaoli for defense, but in exchange for a disaster that fell from the sky. Nearly 5,000 people were devastated by carpet bombing, which instantly caused more than 2,000 casualties, of which nearly 1,000 were killed on the spot.
Watching Wu Lao Li Nei feel like an erupting fire hell, smoke and flames raging rampantly, the sixty-fifth regiment left by chance fortunate to leave a scared soul without possession.
After the initial horror, from the regimental commander to the soldiers, they frantically tried to figure out what was going on? Their hoarse shouts spread far and wide through radio waves.
In the ancient city more than 20 kilometers away, two engineering vehicles in independent tank rows docked side by side on a hillside, and the air defense radar was constantly turning the antenna to constantly monitor the surrounding tens of kilometers of sky.
In the car, more than a dozen radio stations were spread out, and the narrow cabin was crowded with people number seven or eight. When the monitored shortwave radio was full of shouts and scolds from the officers and men of the Third Division, everyone in the car cheered collectively.
"Stop bombing, stop bombing. Wu Lao Li is now under the control of the Third Division of the Tenth Army, and you are bombing yourself."
"Who is bombing? I'm going to sue you to a military court."
"Thirty-three regiments suffered heavy losses. The regiment leader was killed and the regiment system was completely destroyed. We must retreat."
Listening to various tragic descriptions from the radio, ‘Zhao glasses’ sitting in the corner of the cabin took off his earphones, took a deep breath, and issued a comfortable long sigh. He just played the "frontline aviation controller", so he was so nervous that he couldn't speak.
I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it to be so easy. A few words can make enemy bombers kill themselves. Listening to the various chaos of the 33rd Division of the Third Division of the enemy on the radio, ‘Zhao Glasses’ felt that he had avenged his comrades who died in the bombing of the enemy plane.
Due to the current difficulties in identifying friends and foes, and air-ground coordination, in order to effectively attack ground targets, the US Navy and Air Force often send experienced pilots to form front-line aviation control teams to guide ground-based army forces to implement air strikes.
This is a land-air cooperative network composed of encrypted communications and radio communications. It is reasonable that it should not be penetrated by enemy personnel.
However, after Zhou Qingfeng's entry into the ancient soil, several frontline aviation controllers were captured, along with their dedicated communication stations. Ordinary volunteer soldiers do not know the difference between a radio station and a radio station, but Zhou Qingfeng knows the great value of these people.
The captured US aviation controllers knew that the information in their minds could never tell the enemy. When they were interrogated to serve volunteers, one person committed suicide, one was frozen to death, and the last one would rather die than be unyielding, that is, he would not cooperate.
Zhou Qingfeng is no other way. The engineering vehicle he brought has a full set of electronic communication equipment. He used the current super-powerful fire control computer to crack the encrypted communication of aviation contacts, and organized his tank platoon to simulate the Marine Command.
Based on 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, tricked the verification of the radio liaison officers of the B-29 fleet, and successfully guided the enemy's bombers to drop bombs in Wulao.
After the news that the 33rd regiment of Wulao Li was bombed, the US military commanders in Xingnan Port were furious. They asked the air force why they bombed their own people? The B-29 radio liaisons are also inexplicable, and they continue to argue that they are authorized to do so by a Marine Division.
This day's big oolong made the director Zhou Qingfeng smile with a smile. He saw that the moonlight was bright tonight, and he knew that he would inevitably suffer a night attack from the enemy. If it is a fighter, the self-propelled artillery can barely deal with it, but the high B-29 is really no way to harden it.
Thinking of the B-29s that had dropped the ammunition, there was no reason to speak, and they could only leave in sadness. Zhou Qingfeng pushed out the hatch of the engineering vehicle and came out, feeling the cold air outside was inexplicably fresh.
In the event of such a serious accidental bombing, the US military should not send bombers again until the issue of encrypted communications is resolved. As long as the enemy's bombers don't make trouble, ordinary night fighters alone are not a concern. His chances of success tonight are doubled.
On the where the engineering vehicle is located, you can overlook the mountains 20 kilometers away. Wu Lao Li, who was exploded in the dark, was emitting thousands of red lights, all kinds of thunder, and nearly a thousand bombs exploded in the wind.
Finally, the frontline aviation controller of the U.S. military was placed nearby, and he was staring at the distance shrouded in fire, and he could already infer what was probably happening? But he was asking an inexplicable question-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, and bombed Goro-ri. You listen ..." Zhou Qingfeng came out, The US military controller was deliberately asked to listen to the chaos on the radio.
Many of the US military's communication contacts are directly voice conversations. Now whether it is the Third Division's unit, the Division of the 1st Marine Division, or the B-29 fleet that is still flying in the sky, there are ongoing arguments and justifications.
After a short period of communication, although all parties were angry, they reached a consensus-it must have been the capture of the frontline aviation controllers in the ancient US military that the confidential communications were cracked by the enemy, which caused this heavy loss .
"No, no, I didn't say anything, I didn't tell you anything." The US military controller named George exclaimed and kept explaining. But he was not only in front of Zhou Qingfeng, but also an Associated Press reporter, Frank Noel, who had fled Zhou Qingfeng to report on the battlefield.
Frank Noel was still interviewing a steadfast American hero, but now he looked at George with a surprised look, and looked at the radio station that was sending out messy communications. The expression on his face had changed—traitor, traitor. , Despicable, shameless, rotten people who live up to the trust of their comrades-in-arms.
"Frank, you have to believe me. I didn't really do anything. I didn't tell him anything.
Zhou Qingfeng immediately shouted in a surprised and exaggerated tone: "Hell, why is this reporter still here? Take him away. By the way, he is not allowed to be detained with other US prisoners of war and immediately sent him away. If he runs away Just shoot him. "
Frank Noel was pushed and escorted away, but he still heard Zhou Qingfeng's voice comforting George in the wind. "Don't worry, I promise that reporter can't testify to you. From now on you will be sacrificed American heroes in North Korea. You will definitely live a wonderful life. "
The reporter of the Associated Press hated to go mad. He didn't think whether this was acting, but it was true that Wu Lao was bombed. "I want to find a way to live, even if I serve the devil. I want to Debunking that mean bastard, he has to pay for his actions! "
The stubborn reporter left, leaving only a completely stupid aviation controller standing in place. Zhou Qingfeng stepped forward and patted his shoulder. Wen Yan said, "Major George, I know you are an experienced U.S. military pilot and you also serve as a frontline aviation command and guidance mission.
We urgently need talents like you, and we will never treat you badly. I'll give you a suggestion very seriously. That way your family and your reputation can be preserved. I can give you time to think about it. "
George's mind had become a mess, and he never expected that he would suddenly face a big turning point in life, let alone that he became a traitor. He murmured to Zhou Qingfeng, almost aphasia: "You are a devil, you are a devil from hell."
Zhou Qingfeng smiled and answered, "I never deny this. Please believe that I am a generous devil."