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For those who lead troops, who don’t want their subordinates to be as fierce as dragons, as brave as tigers, and capable of fighting? But reality cannot be so perfect.

At the beginning of liberation, China had just escaped from war and had no food and clothing. The average life expectancy was only 35 years old. It would be a miracle to be able to live without illness and disasters to adulthood. It was a luxury to be tall and strong.

Zhou Qingfeng is 1.8 meters tall, not particularly tall in the real world, but he is definitely a stark flock in the Korean battlefield. When others see him, they think that the squad leader of a sharp knife squad should be like this. But most of his subordinates are only 1.6 meters tall, and "Dou Ding" is the shortest, only 1.5 meters tall.

Whether it is height or age, "Dou Ding" is only half a boy. Although he falsely reported his age to join the army and entered the court, he was very proud of his identity. Especially under Zhou Qingfeng, he could still eat and wear well, not be beaten and scolded, and even play Americans with applause, which was even more magical.

But in the sharp knife class, there is no big thing that he can't do in the Spike Knife class. The deputy squad leader is strict and serious, and he is in charge of all the small things in the class. The "Old Machine Gun" is experienced and knowledgeable. Others also have their own abilities. Only "Dou Ding" is a little clever, but everything is loose.

Although others don’t say it clearly, the army that only talks about ability and does not talk about sympathy is somewhat discriminatory against Dou Ding, feeling that he is dragging the whole class down. Because of this, he has always wanted to find opportunities to prove himself.

Usually, Zhou Qingfeng is in charge, and there is nothing to do. But the tank that just exploded made Zhou Qingfeng seriously injured, and other team members either sacrificed or were missing. A stubborn spirit of "Douding" emerged, and he wanted to blow up the tanks.

The seriously injured Zhou Qingfeng needs to supplement his nutrition, so he desperately stuffed food into his mouth. His strong self-healing ability is urging the body to provide enough nutrition, adjust the digestive system to the most efficient working state, and also brings a huge sense of hunger to Zhou Qingfeng.

But after only half of a US military meal, Zhou Qingfeng watched Dou Ding run towards the tank with his explosive bag. He cursed: "Dou Ding, are you looking for death?"

But this time, "Dou Ding", who had always talked a lot, was silent like a stubborn cow. Zhou Qingfeng could only throw away half of the meal and followed with a carbine. If he didn't follow, the silly little soldier couldn't even touch the side of the tank.

Across a few houses, dozens of U.S. troops in charge of encircling the sharp knife squad were surrounding them. They were relying on a tank to approach the roof of one of the houses. A machine gun was shooting on the roof, but the enemy did not shoot at him, but instead lifted it away with a grenade.

With a bang, the civil-structured house could not withstand such damage and collapsed. Several embarrassed figures escaped from the flying bricks and broken wood. The US soldiers following behind the tank immediately opened fire and killed two of them.

Among the figures that were beaten to death, one of them rushed towards the tank, and he was still holding a hissing and smoking explosive pack. The US military hiding behind the tank immediately shouted: "Do not, there is explosive!"

There was another loud bang, and the explosive pack exploded seven or eight meters away from the tank. The US troops behind the tank shrank their heads and necks, and only felt a strong wind blowing through their eyes. The debris mixed in the strong wind became extremely fatal, and the uncovered person was immediately beaten and blood was flowing.

A few seconds later, the thing that was blown off fell down, with building materials and flesh and blood. But the tank was fine. The crew in the car had no problem except being scared.

"Are those bastards dead?" The dust settled, and the tank's commander looked out from the turret observation hole, but could not see anything. The street outside was beyond recognition, and it was completely ruins.

Bang..., the tank leader opened the turret hatch and drilled out. He glanced at the messy environment around him and turned around to the soldiers following behind the tank, "Go up and take a look, pay attention to protecting the two wings of the tank."

The rumbling tanks moved forward again, and the collapsed earth walls kept shattering under the tracks. The US soldiers wanted to see a few decent corpses, but they only saw a large crater.

The crater was very deep, and the tank had to turn to avoid falling into it. It moved away from the front, revealing the US troops hiding behind it.

At this moment, a fire point suddenly appeared from the ruins more than ten meters away. With a short shot, Dadada knocked the tank leader on the turret to a soft drop and fell into the turret.

The US troops behind the tank immediately gathered fire to attack, and the turret captain was furious. A grenade was about to come when the barrel turned. Without waiting for the shells to be fired, several continuous grenades were thrown over first, and the explosion of smoke once again covered the battlefield.

The ‘old machine gun’ emerged from the soil, and the blood on his forehead was mixed with sand and dust, almost covering his eyes. The attacks of the two anti-tank teams just now were simply suicide because no one had the experience of fighting tanks. As soon as they came on the field, they found that the reality was different from what they imagined.

Without special training, it would be useless to rely on Zhou Qingfeng's verbal description. A soldier was even scared by the iron guy who was rumbling and died in vain.

Now the two anti-tank teams are finished, and the "old machine gun" is the only machine gun left in his hand. He felt that he could not escape, so he simply held the gun and pressed the tank head-on.

"'Old machine gun', you are a fool, I'm teaching you in vain. Who told you to fight tanks like this?" A roar came from behind.

The 'Old Machine Gun' felt that his neck was being lifted and dragged away. But when he heard the scolding, he was not panicked at all, but instead shouted happily: "Squad leader, you are not dead!"

"Aim at the tank and shoot." Zhou Qingfeng dragged the 'old machine gun' for a few steps and couldn't walk anymore. The serious injury in his chest and abdomen made his physical strength seriously decrease. He could only push the 'old machine gun' and shouted: "I throw my grenade cover, you go around behind to support 'Douding'. That guy went to blow up the tank."

"What?" The old machine gun said to himself: Can Douding explode tanks?

"Stop talking nonsense, go quickly." Zhou Qingfeng's breath was heavy. He took off a few grenades from his waist and pulled the ring while throwing it away. "I was very injured. Now I can only see 'Dou Ding'."

The "old machine gun" was not wasting time, and he staggered and started to detour with the machine gun in his arms. The m4a3e8, which was so close, was still moving forward, and several US soldiers following him were carefully rushing forward.

The "old machine gun" didn't go far, and after finding a gap, he began to shoot at the enemy behind the tank. As soon as the gunshot sounded, the tank immediately turned its turret and aimed at it. The US soldiers behind were also nervous and squirting bullets.

In just a few seconds, a US soldier emptied the magazine of "Garland" and retracted the tank and changed the bullets. Before he could change the ammunition, he suddenly heard a scream coming out from a nearby place. He quickly threw the rifle, took out his pistol and aimed it briefly and kept firing.
Chapter completed!