Chapter 963: Contain

For the U.S. military in the 50's, night vision devices can also be regarded as absolutely high-tech. Ordinary soldiers don't want to equip them. The tank also has to wait until the ninth-level m46 'Barton' becomes standard. Facing precise and deadly bullets in the dark, the US military responsible for repairing the Watergate Bridge seemed extremely helpless.
And when the tank guarding itself suddenly opened fire on its own, it even caused the US infantry platoon responsible for defense to collapse instantly. By the time the gunfire stopped, the entire scene was wounded. The surviving U.S. forces all raised their hands and shouted to surrender.
Facing the bad situation, Zhou Qingfeng became extremely excited because of the leak. He ordered his men to bomb at least a dozen guns, and half of the casualties at the scene were attributed to him. After the scene was calm, he jumped out of the tank and twisted his body a few times, so as to calm down the tumultuous blood.
"Put the captives together, and the officer will be held alone. The clothes on the corpse should be stripped off quickly to gather weapons. Especially if you find something to eat, everyone must be hungry."
Zhou Qingfeng took a long walk around the battlefield and kept giving orders. It was especially fun to take inventory of the loot. "The Americans actually came out to work with a heater. The kerosene heater was turned on to the maximum, and I was almost frozen to death."
The fierce platoon leader is almost a ghost from Hell, half-dead scared by the US captive holding his hands. They were working the first second, and they were almost dead in the second.
In particular, the enemies who emerged from the night were extremely brutal. The killings were not even stripped of clothes, and the scene was like a slaughterhouse.
"The platoon leader, here!" A soldier handed Zhou Qingfeng a US cotton hat and a pair of gloves, and even the hat was stained with a lot of red and white brains.
At low temperatures, the brain plasma froze into lumps, and Zhou Qingfeng stretched out his hands to peel it off before putting it on his head. Although a little dirty, he didn't care. All the corpses at the scene were soon stripped, and even the bad clothes were collected because they are very precious now.
The corpse and the captive were searched one by one, and weapons and ammunition were not valued. However, the chocolate and candy that American soldiers like to bring with them are the most popular.
Zhou Qingfeng stuffed four or five chocolates into his mouth, but he ate even more hungry. When other soldiers were satisfied with the seizure, he was mad, "Lao Tzu now can't eat human flesh!"
Zhou Qingfeng's consumption was far away from ordinary people. Extreme hunger made his eyes red, and everyone couldn't help being scared to see him. Only a dozen or so prisoners survived. The officer was an engineering platoon leader and was attached to the First Engineer Battalion of the Sixth War One Division.
"Our actions must be speeded up, and we will return to the US military position in the ancient soil as soon as the enemy does not respond. I hope we can get the diesel we need from where the enemy is."
Zhou Qingfeng attacked too quickly, so soon that this U.S. military failed to issue a warning on the radio. The U.S. military in ancient soil should not know the situation here. Just as he was preparing to pack up and took the captives to the ancient soil, the soldiers on vigilance suddenly shot.
"What happened?" Zhou Qingfeng asked with a drink, and the gunshot made him nervous. This is the enemy behind the heavy soldiers, and there is only one way to provoke the troops.
"The platoon leader, someone touched us from the outside," shouted the vigilant soldier.
In the midst of suspicion, there was a shout from the night: "Do n’t shoot, we are a reconnaissance company of the 172nd Regiment. This bridge was just blasted by you. Which army are you from?"
Yoh ..., I met a master. Being able to blow up the enemy ’s bridge after getting into the enemy in this bitter cold weather is not something ordinary people can do.
"We are in a group of 178. Come here." Zhou Qingfeng looked at the night vision device to confirm that the other party should be his own.
A few savage savages soon emerged in the dark, to see their messy appearance, suffering more than Zhou Qingfeng. For an outstretched hand was frozen black, and the skin was full of frozen cracks, which was extremely scary.
"My surname is Zhao, the instructor of the company." Weiren was extremely interested in the equipment of Zhou Qingfeng and others, and then surprised at the corpses of the US military.
"You guys are really at stake? It took us a lot of effort to kill the guards here and blow up the bridge. However, you killed two platoons, including enemy tanks."
"We were originally a platoon of tanks."
"Tank platoon? Are you not a reconnaissance company?"
The instructor was even more surprised, but Zhou Qingfeng greeted his men to get the other American clothes and food and drink. In particular, a pot of boiling snow water was drunk into the stomach, which made the other party look much better.
The rough palms were wrapped with gauze, the broken shoes at the feet were also replaced with US wool high boots, and a plush jacket and coat were on the body. The warm temperature was enough to make people's popularity rise instantly.
"How about the rest of you?" Zhou Qingfeng asked, thinking he was just the first wave to test.
But Lao Zhao turned back to look at his comrades-in-arms with a refugee, and whispered with a bitter smile: "Our reconnaissance company has lost a lot in the past few days, and now there are only six left with me. Others have either died or do not know Where to go.
I have lost contact with my superiors, and originally thought of blasting the bridge before returning to the army. But I didn't expect the enemy to come so fast, let alone you also appeared. "
"Let's go with us, otherwise you must die outside." Zhou Qingfeng greeted him, and his men immediately began to put the captives into the car, and he went towards the tank.
"Where are you going?" Old Zhao asked.
"Go to the U.S. military position in ancient soil ~ EbookFREE.me ~ and see if you can break through? If I can, I would like to get some diesel oil."
Zhou Qingfeng jumped onto the tank, and the bodies of several dead US crew members were quickly thrown out. He took off the corpse's tank hat and goggles and put it on his head. He also put on a thick vest and waved his hand behind him.
‘Old Machine Gun’ brought an armoured car and truck with a handful of people to keep up, and also beckoned to Lao Zhao:
Come up, follow us to eat meat.

The people in the queue were all laughing, and their assault was very successful, not one was injured. And compared to the shabbyness of walking on foot at the moment, they are much more magnificent at this moment.
The old Zhao people are collectively stupid, but if you think about it, there seems to be nowhere else to go. I'm going to go back over the mountains and mountains, I'm afraid I will die in the snow and ice.
After getting in the car, Lao Zhao kept asking.
"What's wrong with your gun?"
"Good thing seized, with night vision."
"You guys are really running out of tanks for diesel?"
"The bear-assisted tank cannot move without diesel."
"Your platoon leader is really bold."
"You didn't see it when he was so bold!"
In the leading tank, Zhou Qingfeng was pressing the captain of the US engineer platoon and asked him to talk to his superior on the radio as he wanted.
"The damaged bridge is severely damaged and requires a rut bridge to repair."
"The infantry platoon stayed on guard, and we returned to get the equipment."
"Give us something to eat if we can, and we're all starving."
After ending the call with the superior, although the engineering platoon leader was trembling, he said to Zhou Qingfeng: "You cannot succeed, don't try to break through our position with this manpower. I think your situation is very bad, maybe you should consider surrendering. To save lives. "
Faced with persuasion, Zhou Qingfeng's sneer was terrible!