Chapter 897: Fleet

There were no gunshots or movements. The M3 troop carrying the road ahead was mighty and domineering ... blocked by the truck at the fork in the road.
When Leng Buding saw such a truck appearing on the road, the Nangan soldiers in charge of the were immediately vigilant. Stop, jump down, spread out in a battle formation, splay ..., splay ..., what about the people behind?
The Nanbao soldiers of the troop carrier turned around and found that there was only one long train of trucks behind them. Looking at the only truck left, and asking the driver, the driver was also ignorant, wondering what happened?
The remaining Nanbao soldiers didn't know it, so they could only stay in place while sending two people to see the situation. In the end, a miserable shout came after three minutes: "Brothers in front, you have been surrounded. In order to avoid unnecessary sacrifice, put down your arms and surrender."
What……?
There are dark grey clouds in the sky, slush and dirt on the mountains, and the cold wind is colder, and the Nanbao soldiers who were sitting on the troop carrier were all stupid. Are they somehow surrounded by people?
When you think about the last dozen cars that were silently killed, the situation seems to be so bad that it can't be added. In the last dozen Nanba soldiers, look at me, I look at you, and finally you can only drop your arms and raise your hands. That looks really miserable ...,
But then a group of cheerful migrant workers and drivers came out from both sides of the road. These people were not regular troops at first sight, and they could not even make a gun with their own hands. When they grabbed the weapons laid down by the Nangan soldiers, they were all smiling and happy as if they were Chinese New Year.
His mother is this group of people surrounding us? Look how we are stronger!
"Honestly, don't move. Kill anyone who moves!" The militiaman in charge of the custody shouted with a bayonet rifle. It was really exciting and frightening for them to win an armed transport team. It was a miracle.
The Nanbao soldiers were a little reconciled, but when they saw Zhou Qingfeng who was holding up two unlucky captives, they all became quiet again. It is difficult for Asians to grow to a height of 1.8 meters in this year, not to mention The blood in front of him was shocking to watch.
"Go to a few drivers and drive up the truck and troop carrier behind me. Pay attention to the Nanbei drivers in the car. I didn't kill them. Send some militiamen to wake them up and drive us. We have to be careful about them. Just kill them. "
Zhou Qingfeng ordered a few times to his team members, and a Malaysian golden sword came up and asked the Nanbang captives who had laid down their weapons: "Who is the head?"
Although Uncle Zhou wears rustic clothes, where is the temperament of others? Simply put, the captives in front of them are regarded as turkeys. He asked, the Nanbat soldier's eyes were all on a guy wearing a military uniform inside.
The man had to stand up and say, "I am the second lieutenant of the transport team. We have laid down our weapons and demanded treatment from prisoners of war."
The following trucks and troop transporters started to drive one after another. The truck drivers were stunned by Zhou Qingfeng's sneak attack while driving slowly, while the troop transporter was a deadly miserable body. Several corpses were almost different from each other, and the flesh and blood was extremely scary, just like the slaughterhouse.
Not to mention that Nanbao soldiers were crying when they were scared, even the migrant workers who followed Zhou Qingfeng were frightened. Everyone thought to himself: This battle hero is really different, killing people is like killing chickens. Really treat people as animals.
Captain Nanbaan held back his pee and said in a crying voice: "We demand that we be treated as captives. You cannot kill us anymore."
"Enough, I didn't say to kill you." Zhou Qingfeng approached slowly, he wiped the blood on his clothes. This winter, the clothes are frozen and hard, it is very uncomfortable. He scolded ‘damn’ and asked,
Tell me where is this?

"No killing" is said in his mouth, but Zhou Qingfeng's look of killing and blinking does not make people afraid. "This is the ancient ground," Ensign Nanbat said with a bit of stern tone.
"Ancient field?" Zhou Qingfeng searched all the prisoners and cleared the personnel carrier. He found a more accurate map and a radio station, and asked the current situation of the deployment of the Southern Army. He was taken aback by the news.
The 118th Division is trying to deal with the Nanbang Sixth Division and Seven Regiments advancing to the vicinity of 'Chushan'. The regiment of this regiment is at the 'Old Field', which is not far from 'Chushan'. The team that was caught by Zhou Qingfeng came from the Mission's ‘wide hole’.
The current situation is that Nanbang 7th regiment wants to escape, but the fuel supply in the regimen is cut off, and the vehicles in the regimen cannot move. The convoy was carrying 45 barrels of petrol, 200 artillery shells and a lot of supplies to the seven regiments and one battalion occupying 'Chushan', so that the battalion could drive its cars and retreat immediately.
The fuel was exhausted, and it was difficult for the US emperor to drop them the fuel with a transport plane, but all the materials fell into Zhou Qingfeng's hands in a blink of an eye. Sounds like Nanbang Qidan is unlucky, right?
But the problem is that Uncle Zhou's current situation is even worse. He stays under the eyelids of the enemy's Seven Missions, and is less than two kilometers away from the ancient field.
"I drop a god? I'm here to find the army. As a result, the army didn't find it, but ran to the enemy that the army was going to destroy." Zhou Qingfeng felt only scalp tingling. The situation is not a joke!
The Nanba Seventh Regiment is a bereavement dog who flees the road, and the road conditions in the northern mountains of North Korea are extremely poor, and there are very limited roads for military vehicles. Zhou Qingfeng appears on the only motorized road where the other party must escape.
It's only two kilometers for two kilometers, and you can walk quickly on foot ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Guchang 'is not too far to' Chushan '. Now the supply team has an accident and cannot reach its destination, the enemy will soon send out Search team to see what happened?
If a head-to-head firefight really happened, Zhou Qingfeng wanted to escape, but his team was doomed, and the task of transporting supplies could not be completed.
"Would we like to contact our superiors on the radio?"
"Can you contact that superior?" Zhou Qingfeng asked angrily. Battlefield communications are confidential. Without a corresponding frequency and password, neuropathy will take care of you. Sometimes even to keep the radio silent, you can't find anyone even if you have the right contact information.
Besides, Zhou Qingfeng is currently a big soldier. Can I contact that superior? Did he call a few times, and the Volunteer Command responded cheerfully? That's hell.
What to do?
Zhou Qingfeng had to go through the 'Ancient Field' of the Nanbang Seventh Regiment's Headquarters to find the 118th Division, and the battalion of the Seventh Regiment of Nanbang would have to escape from 'Chushan' to 'Ancient Field'. The current road.
"You must start before the enemy can react." Zhou Qingfeng looked at the watch he had seized, realizing that he had at most one hour to make a decision.
"How about we sneak attack on the seventh team?" Someone in the team thought. A group of miscellaneous soldiers killed the key points of the enemy, it sounded full of accomplishment.
But Zhou Qingfeng glanced past with contempt, and cursed: "The consequence of wanting to be Rambo is often to be sieved. It is not only the regiments and guards of the Nanbang Seven Regiment that occupy the ancient field. There are more than 2,000 people in the Second and Third Battalions of the Seventh Regiment. Do you want me to die?
After pondering for a long time, Zhou Qingfeng set his sights on the Seven Regiment Supply Center of 'Kuandadong'. He wondered where there should be no enemies? .
a