Chapter 898: mobilization

Today is the third day on October 28, 50, when the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea began. The first batch of more than 100,000 people of the four armed forces that entered the North Korean Volunteer Army has been fully launched. First of all, they hit the Yuba Army with a violent attack.
The Forty Army's 118th Division followed the Nanbat Sixth Division. On the 25th, it killed the other two regiments. Turning around would destroy the other seven regiments and nineteen regiments.
Zhou Qingfeng went astray because he was confused and ran with a supply team under the eyes of Nanbang Seven Regiment. He rushed to a fork two kilometers away from the other regiment. He immediately ... shrank.
The leader of the Nanbang Seventh Regiment has realized that his current situation is extremely dangerous. He is now anxious to gather himself back in a battalion in Chushan, and then quickly ran away. After receiving orders from the regiment supply office, they immediately merged with the regiment department in the 'Old Field'.
"We can't stop on the road that the enemy must run through. Now we can only go around to find the main force of the 118th division, and by the way send the much-needed supplies in the division." Zhou Qingfeng took out the map of Nanbang, this is The map drawn by Americans from aerial photos is much better than the bad stuff in his hands.
There must be a way to detour, either through the ‘Ancient Field’ controlled by the main force of the Nanbang Seventh Regiment, or through the ‘wide hole’ where the Nanbang Seventh Regiment is located.
I had a problem with my brain before challenging others to gather more than 2,000 people. Zhou Qingfeng also decided to squeeze the persimmon. According to Ensign Nanbang, who was raided by him halfway, the regiment supply of the Seventh Regiment was at ‘Kuandadong’, with more than 300 members, including one hundred guards.
"When will your regimental supply station start to move closer to the regiment?" Zhou Qingfeng asked the captain's Nanbang Envy with a grimace on his face.
After being disarmed, the second lieutenant was sitting in an M3 troop truck with Zhou Qingfeng. He personally held a steering wheel and drove. He was trembling with the fierce around him. "We received supplies from the US airdrop at 13 o'clock. Depart at sixteen to join them. "
Now he's meowing at half past fourteen, but he's going to do a pre-war mobilization before the action.
"Comrades, our current situation is very critical. The enemy has surrounded us and we cannot reach the superior. Now there are strong enemies in front and there is no retreat, but I still decide to take the initiative. Only by going out can the superior be handed over. Task. "
"The number of enemies is ten times ours, and more than half of them are still armed regular forces. But they are already birds of shock, and we should use their brave and fearless fighting spirit to destroy them in a rush. We can't live without them."
"Although you are all migrant workers, militiamen, and drivers, they are soldiers on the battlefield. As long as I do, it is difficult to wipe out the enemy, but it is still possible to defeat the enemy."
However, it is not difficult to convince a group of black people to unite to fight hard. The enemies were too strong, and this group of people fought off in a panic. Too weak, is there any team that is weaker than these?
When Zhou Qingfeng mobilized, he had some heart drumming. He was not familiar with these people in his team. When the thirty or so people were called up to go to war, it was obvious that many people had shifted their eyes and had a weak will.
What surprised Zhou Qingfeng, however, is that there are also strong-minded natives among those who can go to the front, and even party members exist. At this time, we can see the difference between organized and unorganized. Zhou Qingfeng took the lead and said that he would fight, and several party members took the initiative to play a leading role.
The party members who have been in the soil for many years now have a BUG-like existence.
"Comrade Xiaozhou, we didn't plan to go back alive when we went to the battlefield, so you take us to do it." The captain of the former migrant worker is more than forty, and his palms are rough like tree bark. When he said that he wanted to hit the South Stick, he was surging in blood and was more active than Zhou Qingfeng.
"Yes, Big Chou, let me know what you think. We all listen to you. You are good at fighting." The militia captain was in his thirties, and his eyes were bright when he heard it.
The driver squad leader even pulled the driver of the entire convoy. "We have received years of education from the party and military training. We dare to fight."
Lying down ... OK! At this time, the ordinary people of Tusao were very fearless. The morale was agitated, and a group of Wuhe people who did n’t have much training actually howled to the battlefield.
Whether it's a militia, a migrant worker or a driver, I stand out for five or six party members. They don't care how strong the enemy is, they only hope to be loyal to the organization in the first world war.
The military heart is available, that is ..., a little rustic. The mud legs of the migrant workers were not cleaned, the militia was equipped with various equipment, and the drivers were covered with oil. But that ’s okay, the tradition of the Tujia is ‘no soil and no fighting’.
"Throw the corpse to the grass by the roadside, and pull me all the useful things before throwing the corpse." Zhou Qingfeng had an idea in mind, and immediately began to order. Nanbao prisoners. "
"Brothers of Nanbei, don't be afraid. Now I'm going to hit your regiment supply station, as long as I do, I guarantee you to enter the prison camp peacefully." Zhou Qingfeng jumped into the troop carrier to change Korean. Commanded: "If someone dares to break his order, execute it on the spot."
This fierce and eloquent remark is only uncle Zhou can say so boldly, it is said that the volunteer army treats prisoners preferentially. However, none of the Nanbei soldiers at the scene dared to come out and try this ‘supposedly’. It ’s right. No rewards.
The former migrant workers and militiamen at the scene felt that Zhou Qingfeng was neat and tidy ~ EbookFREE.me ~. Only then can the speech be convincing, and morale is bursting.
"Departure, departure, we set off immediately." Zhou Qingfeng waved and everyone got on the car. It is difficult to storm the supply station with a company guard. If you want to kill a blood path, you must use your brain.
According to the account of the captives, the regiment supply station was mainly composed of dozens of trucks. The current truck technology is still very general. A so-called 'ten-calorie' has a load of two or three tons. As long as the first and last trucks are blown up, the entire fleet must be paralyzed and chaotic.
The hijacked Nangan team happened to have gasoline and explosives. Zhou Qingfeng has no other ability, and it is quite acceptable to do damage. He has learned blasting technology from Minsk, and Minsk, once a combat engineer, is best at playing big explosions.
Zhou Qingfeng originally wanted to dismantle the artillery shells in the Nanbang team as roadside bombs. Detachable fuzes are too cumbersome and dangerous. He simply collected the grenades and explosives tied together to serve as a roadside bomb. A rope was pulled into the grass by the road, and it could be flipped with a long pull.
In addition, Zhou Qingfeng also had two troop carriers with heavy machine guns in his hand. He found several courageous drivers and militiamen, one driving and one firing.
The battle started, and the two vehicles rushed towards enemy-intensive places like tanks, firing violently. This work is guts and luck.
For the people of Wuhe, the simpler and rougher the battle plan, the more effective it is. Regardless of his thirty-seven twenty-one, hit it. Either you die yourself or hit the master with a punch. Momentum must not be weak, as soon as it is weak, it is over.
After Zhou Qingfeng took the convoy to the ambush site of his choice and arranged it, it was already sixteen o'clock, and the Nanbang Seventh Regiment in ‘Kuandadong’ should have set off. .
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