Chapter 879: heavy

"Lao Tzu's mother doesn't go to the north ..." Zhou Qingfeng said before the ‘North Korea’ said, the scene in front of him changed. I was still in the office of a bright media company, but in a blink of an eye, it became a low, deserted old street.
Zhou Qingfeng was startled, and now he was in a two-column column. He was wearing a cotton coat, a leather hat, and a variety of equipment and weapons. He himself followed the team with a mechanical pace, but his eyes began to look around.
The sky was dark, it had rained before, and there was a lot of water on the ground. No one in the team spoke silently, stepping on the standing water without stopping. The footsteps were neat and serious, but Zhou Qingfeng's heart was extremely depressed.
Damn ..., daddy! I really became a volunteer army against the United States and the DPRK.
What kind of ghost place has I been thrown into? Isn't this just going to Ganling? Zhou Qingfeng is not the gimmick who first came to New York. He has seen the horrors of war, and he knows that his own ability to deal with artillery is also blasted into ashes.
Thinking wildly, Zhou Qingfeng began to feel his equipment. Carrying a 38-gauge cover on his shoulders, a box of bullets hung on the armed belt, four grenades hung from the back of his buttocks, and the rest were kettle towels and the like. That's it, no more!
Just rely on this to prepare for a ghost battle ... It's too fucking!
Zhou Qingfeng just yelled loudly, and the soldiers around him attracted him. Soon the squad leader ran over, scolding his head and covering his face and cursing: "Big Chou, what are you shouting? The marching queue is not allowed to make noise, does this discipline not understand?"
"I ..., I ..." Zhou Qingfeng opened his mouth, and didn't know what to say.
Soon another company-level officer ran, and asked with a tiger face: "What happened? Who was just barking?"
The squad leader who was still scolding Zhou Qingfeng immediately helped him get out of the way: "It's a new fighter. This boy is very clever, he has good marksmanship and runs fast. He should be thinking that he is too excited to fight."
No, I'm not excited at all. I am terrified. Zhou Qingfeng's expression is about to cry. This is not exciting by any means.
When the officer heard that he was a new fighter, his face calmed down and relieved: "Comrade, don't be afraid. American devil is also a human, no better than us. When we enter the battlefield and obey orders and listen to commands, we can win the war of."
The officer and squad leader left after a few words of lesson, but Zhou Qingfeng still looked ugly at home. Of course he knows that American devils are also humans, but the equipment of American devils is different.
Not to mention the overwhelming B-26 and B-29, the aircraft carrier battle group blocked in the North Korean sea, and the tanks and cannons running across the ground, there is a huge gap in the equipment of ordinary soldiers. The uniform weapons of the American soldiers are much stronger than the big-name gatherings of volunteers.
God knows how the bunny's army pushed the battle line back to the 38th line? This is very unscientific!
However, these were not considered by the volunteers, and the team continued to move forward. Zhou Qingfeng stepped out of the deserted street just now, and suddenly there was an extremely wide river. A bridge spans the river and is imposing.
"Ah ... I'm on the Yalu River." Seeing the iconic railway bridge, Zhou Qingfeng knew for a moment that he should be Andong City. He is crossing national borders, opposite North Korea. "What time is it now?"
"Ah ... what day is it today?" Zhou Qingfeng slammed into a companion with his elbow. Most of the soldiers in the queue had heads less than one meter seven, and one meter tall like him could stand tall, but there was a big man beside him, with a crooked machine gun on his shoulder.
The big man with a machine gun looks much older. Compared to the rest of the team, which only has rifles, the machine gun on his shoulder is heavy firepower. Hearing Zhou Qingfeng's inquiries, he was very airy and smiled, "Today is October 19th."
October 19th? Zhou Qingfeng knows nothing about history. In fact, he doesn't know much about the history of confronting the US and aid North Korea. He can't think of anything special on this day. So he asked again, "What year?"
"Five years." The big machine gun continued.
On October 19, 50, the Chinese People's Volunteers entered the war in North Korea.
"Fuck, you haven't opened yet!" Zhou Qingfeng suddenly felt relieved. Shangganling is two years later, and it's too early to worry about that. And with his little historical knowledge, I know that the early and second battles of the Volunteer Army were relatively smooth.
"Woohoo ..., it hurts Laozi to tremble for so long." Zhou Qingfeng made a long breath and shouted to 'god' silently: "I want to equip me and bring my 'mechanical exoskeleton', and 'Dog'. I'm not afraid of these two things, I can grab MacArthur and sing 'Conquer'. "
"Hey, hey, ..., don't pretend to be dead." Zhou Qingfeng shouted silently for a long time, but the bird fart didn't respond. Right? "
Is it because the tartar sauce has been pitted too many times, the tartar grievance revenge is so important that I deliberately throw me to such a purgatory copy. This joke is big!
Zhou Qingfeng quickly checked his Japanese rifle again. The maintenance was OK, but it was too ...
"Good gun." The big machine gun on the side watched Zhou Qingfeng pull the bolt clearly, and sighed heartily, "I didn't have this good thing when I joined the army. This is the squad leader's eyesight, the marksmanship is good, he gave it specially Yes. Used well, this gun is awesome. "
A terrible ghost! Zhou Qingfeng stunned and stunned, he wanted to say: I have never used such a bad gun, this shot and pull the bolt, the firepower is not as good as a child peeing, so give me an ak!
Looking at the bullet box, there are hundreds of bullets inside. This is already done in the volunteer army. The most special is the bayonet hanging on the waist, which is long and thin, showing the cold, but Zhou Qingfeng has never used this thing.
"Don't fiddle with it, or you will be scolded again." Seeing Zhou Qingfeng had been looking at his weapon, the machine gun reminded him.
In the end, Zhou Qingfeng touched the half-dried grain bag and looked worried again. Although he has not yet reached the Jedi of Shangganling, the situation in front of him is still very bad. The current American emperor is the world's first military force. No one in the world can fight against it except the flower planters.
But now the planter has nothing but a ground-breaking and fearless spirit. Too poor to be pants!
Joined the DPRK for several days ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Zhou Qingfeng finally figured out the team of the Volunteer Army, the 40th Army, 118th Division, 354th Regiment. He is an ordinary soldier of the three battalions, which is a light infantry company. Machine guns and mortars were strengthened by superiors during the war. The others were only rifles and grenades.
After entering North Korea, the whole atmosphere was completely different. The road was full of people fleeing north, and it was difficult for the troops to advance. Looking at the volunteer army heading south, the Korean refugees looked at them with weird eyes.
Among the refugees was the Korean People's Army who had fled. An Army officer ran to see the Volunteer team was extremely excited and ran to greet, "Finally, I hope you are here, and we are saved now. The Americans are too great, you take How many planes are there? How many tanks are there? How many cannons? "
Volunteer officers and men shook their heads.
"You just have this equipment?" The People's Army officer was suddenly shocked. After shaking hands, he stood on the side of the road and watched the army moving southward in silence, and finally disappeared at the end of the road along the flow of people fleeing north.
"Fuck! We're here to help you fight American devils, but you guys have run away." Looking at the escaped back, Zhou Qingfeng cursed. But he looked at the team that continued to advance at a firm pace, breathing was difficult, and his heart was heavy. (To be continued.) 8