Today is October 28, 1950, the third day of the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea. More than 100,000 people from the first four volunteers to enter North Korea have started fighting. First, they hit the bottom of the South Base Army and beat them up.

The 118th Division of the 40th Army targeted the Sixth Division of the South Ball, and No. 25 killed the opponent's second regiment, turned around and wanted to destroy the opponent's seventh regiment and nineteenth regiment.

Zhou Qingfeng took the wrong road because he was confused, so he led a supply convoy to the nose of the 7th Regiment of the South Baseball. He rushed to a fork in the road two kilometers away from the other party's headquarters. He immediately... and shrank.

Commander Lin of the 7th Regiment of the South Baseball League has realized that his current situation is extremely dangerous. He is currently eager to regain the first farm he has arranged in "Chushan" and then quickly escaped. The regiment supply center has received his order and immediately meets with the regiment headquarters in "Ancient Square".

"We cannot block this road that the enemy must escape. Now we can only take a detour to find the main force of the 118th Division and send the urgently needed supplies from the division." Zhou Qingfeng took out the map of the South Base. This was a map drawn by the Americans compared to aviation photos, which was much better than the bad goods in his hands.

If you want to take a detour, you must either pass the "ancient ground" controlled by the main force of the Seventh Regiment of the South Base, or pass the "Luanda Cave" where the supply center of the Seventh Regiment of the South Base.

He only challenged the regiment headquarters that had more than 2,000 people to collect more than 2,000 people. Zhou Qingfeng also decided to squeeze soft persimmons. According to the instructions of the Second Lieutenant of the South Band who was raided halfway, the supply of the Seventh regiment was located in the "Kuanda Cave" with more than 300 staff members, of which only one guarded one and one hundred.

"When will your regiment supply center set out to move closer to the regiment headquarters?" Zhou Qingfeng asked the captive lieutenant Nanbain with a sinister face.

After the lieutenant was disarmed, he rode an M3 personnel carrier with Zhou Qingfeng. He personally held the steering wheel and drove with him. He was always trembling with the fierce god beside him. "We received supplies from the US airdrop at 13 o'clock, and the regiment headquarters asked us to set out at 16 o'clock to meet him."

It's already 14:30 now, but before the action, he has to make a pre-war mobilization.

"Comrades, our current situation is very critical. The enemy has surrounded us and we cannot contact our superiors. There are strong enemies in front and no way out behind, but I still decided to take the initiative. Only by fighting out can I complete the tasks assigned by my superiors."

"The number of enemies is ten times that of us, and more than half of them are armed regular troops. But they are already frightened birds. We should use our brave and fearless fighting spirit to knock them out in one go. If we don't knock them out, we will not be able to survive."

"Although you are all migrant workers, militias and drivers, you are soldiers when you go to the battlefield. As long as you do what I say, it is difficult to wipe out the enemy completely, but it is still possible to defeat the enemy."

However, it is quite difficult to convince a group of mobs to unite and fight to the death. If the enemy is too strong, these people may scatter. If they say that they are too weak, is there any team that is weaker than the ones in front of them?

Zhou Qingfeng was a little nervous when mobilizing, and he was not familiar with the people in his convoy at all. When he summoned more than 30 people to go to war, it was obvious that many people were wandering their eyes and weak in will.

However, what surprised Zhou Qingfeng was that among the people who can go to the front line, there are also strong-minded locals, and even party members. At this time, the difference between organization and disorganization can be seen. As soon as Zhou Qingfeng led the way, he said he wanted to fight, and the following party members took the initiative to stand up and play an exemplary role.

The local party members these days are simply bug-like.

"Comrade Xiao Zhou, we didn't plan to go back alive when we went to the battlefield. Just take us to do it." The captain of the migrant worker who supported the front office was in his forties, and his palms were rough like bark. When he said he wanted to beat the South Ball, his blood was rising, and he was even more active than Zhou Qingfeng.

"Yes, Mr. Zhou, just say whatever you have. We all listen to you, you are doing this in war." The militia captain was in his thirties and was very angry. When he heard that he was about to fight, his eyes were lit.

The driver squad leader even pulled the driver of the entire fleet to express his opinion, "We have received many years of education from the Party and have also received military training. We dare to fight and fight without any ambiguity."

Damn, that's OK! At this time, the local people were very frightened to fight against the sky and the earth. The morale was aroused, and a group of mobs who had not been trained were actually screaming and going to the battlefield. They couldn't do it without fighting.

Whether it is a militia, migrant worker or a driver, five or six party members stood up. They didn't care how powerful the enemy was, and they just hoped to show their loyalty to the organization in a successful battle.

The morale of the army is available, it's just... it's a bit rustic. The migrant workers' legs have not been washed clean, the militia are even more equipped, and the drivers are covered in oil. But it doesn't matter, the tradition of the rustic bully is "not rustic and has no combat power."

"Take the body into the grass on the side of the road, and pull down all the useful things for me before throwing the body." Zhou Qingfeng had a certain idea and immediately began to issue an order, "All militiamen bayonets are on guns, bullets are loaded, and they are staring at the prisoners of the South Band."

"Brothers from the South Band, don't be afraid. Now I'm going to fight your regiment supply center. Just do what I said and I guarantee you to enter the prisoner-of-war camp safely." Zhou Qingfeng jumped to the personnel carrier and changed to the Korean order and said, "If anyone dares to disobey his orders, he will be executed on the spot."

Only Uncle Zhou would say this fierce and powerful words so boldly. The volunteers were all treated with preferential treatment for prisoners. However, none of the soldiers at the South Base Camp dared to come out to try whether this "normal" was true. If it was right, there was no reward, and if it was wrong, it would be a life.

However, the migrant workers and militiamen on the scene felt that Zhou Qingfeng was straightforward and did things happily. This way, the speech was convinced and the morale was about to burst.

"Start, let's go immediately." Zhou Qingfeng waved his hand and everyone got on the car. It is difficult to attack a company guard's supply station. If you want to fight a path, you must use your brain.

According to the captives' explanation, the regiment supply center is mainly composed of dozens of trucks. The current truck technology is still very average. A so-called "ten-twice truck" has a load of only two or three tons. As long as a few trucks are blown up, the entire convoy will inevitably fall into paralysis and chaos.

The hijacked South Baseball convoy happened to have gasoline and explosives. Zhou Qingfeng had no other skills, so he was quite qualified to do damage. He had learned blasting technology from Minsk. Minsk, who was once a combat engineer, was best at playing big scenes of explosions.

Zhou Qingfeng originally wanted to dismantle the shells in the South Ball Convoy as roadside bombs. It was too troublesome and too dangerous to remove the fuses. He simply collected his grenades and explosives and tied them together to act as roadside bombs. A rope was pulled into the grass on the side of the roadside, and it would be fun to pull it from a distance.

Moreover, Zhou Qingfeng also had two personnel carriers with heavy machine guns. He found a few brave drivers and militiamen, one driving and the other shooting.

When the battle started, the two cars rushed towards the densely populated areas of the enemy like tanks, and fired violently. The battle was about courage and luck.

For the mob, the simpler and more crude the battle plan is, the more effective it is. No matter how hard he is, he will just fight. Either die by himself or kill the master with random punches. The momentum must not be weak, and once it is weak, it will be done.

By the time Zhou Qingfeng led the convoy to the ambush site he chose and finished the arrangement, it was already sixteen o'clock, and the supply station of the South Base 7th Regiment located in the "Kuanda Cave" should have set off. (To be continued.).
Chapter completed!