"Comrade Commander, Zhou Qingfeng, the leader of the regiment tank platoon, reported to you. Our platoon has returned successfully after completing the combat mission, please instruct me." Zhou Qingfeng stood straight and raised his chin. Cooperating with the five "Penxing" and one "Sheerman" pulled back from behind him, he was particularly proud.

The commander of the 178th Regiment was full of anger. He was enough to be Zhou Qingfeng's father in terms of age. But in terms of momentum, he was really not enough. The rustic army usually seized enemy rifles and mortars, and heavy artillery were rare. Now they seized several enemy tanks and came back.

"Big Zhou, you have become more capable." The army has always been based on military achievements, and the troops with outstanding military achievements are naturally more rebellious. The officers of the army actually like to be like little tigers. As long as they can win battles, they can relax their discipline slightly.

"Since he has the ability, let him pull the nails." The political commissar on the side was also smiling, obviously he wanted to throw a tough bone for Zhou Qingfeng to chew.

"Captain, you know me so well. I'm good at pulling nails." Zhou Qingfeng took advantage of the situation and wiped out the matter of running around without his fate.

The so-called "nails" are the remnants of the "Drysdale Detachment". Yesterday, this detachment attacked the blocking position of the 60th Division with more than 1,000 troops with heavy firepower such as tanks and armored vehicles.

At this time, we can see the huge difficulties and harm caused by the severe cold to the Volunteer Army. At least three regiments of more than 10,000 people were present, but the advantageous terrain was occupied and it was unable to stop the US military with more than 1,000 people.

Lieutenant Colonel Dresdale fought his life and finally rushed into the surrounded Xiajie Ou with more than 300 people to support the headquarters of the First Land Division. However, one-third of the detachment was intercepted and surrounded on the road. One-third... Unlucky, he bumped into the IS-7 driven by Zhou Qingfeng.

Now one-third of the surrounding people are still fighting stubbornly. Major McLaurin is commanding this group of people. Only such a group of people can't get rid of them.

Originally, the Volunteers were good at night fighting, but now it was dark and the temperature could freeze people to death. Volunteers who were short of food and clothing were hard to survive and could not fight at all. Major McLaurin survived the night with his firepower advantage and God.

It's dawn now, and the Americans' plane is coming again soon. McLaurin and his gang will definitely break through, and the 178th regiment will still not stop them.

As soon as the mission was reached, Zhou Qingfeng immediately said, "Don't worry, leader. I promise to kill that group of Americans."

"Be careful of American planes." The political commissar said, but he was afraid of whatever he was afraid of. Two F-4U 'Piracy' fighters of the First Air Wing of the US Navy roared across the sky. The bombs and napalm bombs mounted under the iron wings were a major threat to the Volunteer Army.

Seeing the carrier-based aircraft appearing in the sky, Major McLaurin and his men were joking. They slept in the wild and stayed overnight, worried that they would be annihilated by the volunteers. With the cover of the air force, they finally had a way to escape.

"Be ready, we are going to break through." Major McLaughlin was very optimistic and kept encouraging morale to his subordinates in the encirclement. More than 200 of them were trapped in a simple position built by ditches, wreckage of vehicles, and roadbeds. Seeing that they could escape, their morale suddenly increased significantly.

"Sir, should we be careful of the enemy's tanks?" a Marine soldier reminded. They were trapped not far from the road. Just now, when Zhou Qingfeng pulled a ticket of tanks back, he almost scared them to death.

"It doesn't matter, the 'pirates' will solve everything." Major McLaughlin has absolute trust in the combat effectiveness of naval carrier-based aircraft. It has to be said that the US Marine Corps and carrier-based aircraft units are both elites, and their combat effectiveness is absolutely first-class.

Under the instructions of McLaurin's subordinates, the "Piracy" fighter jets were already firing volunteer soldiers outside the encirclement. The napalm bomb was a sea of ​​fire, which was not something that could be fought by courage and determination.

The soldiers of the 178th Regiment who were in charge of the siege also stayed in the cold wind and low temperature all night. They were even more bitter than McLaurin and were already at the end of their strength and could not be beaten at all.

Many soldiers lie on the cold ground all night, and when they wake up in the morning, they become blocks of ice. Now they are bombed by US military planes, and those who are still alive can only retreat.

"Okay, we can leave." Major McLaughlin carefully observed the surrounding situation. He was still very careful about the enemies that formed an encirclement outside. In his opinion, they were all inhuman existences. "Thank God, thanks to our aviation soldiers."

Just when Major McLaurin wanted to break through, Zhou Qingfeng was gritting his teeth and staring at the carrier-based aircraft that was raging in the sky. He finally hid his tank well, but he didn't want to emerge and get bombed. No matter how good the IS-7 is, it is a land combat weapon, and there is no way to deal with the aircraft.

However, Zhou Qingfeng is not unprepared for this. His 100 million was spent on the blade. If the tank cannot be used, then use the anti-aircraft cannon!

"Have the radar started working?" Zhou Qingfeng asked. He was referring to a US SCR-584 radar installed on the construction vehicle. The early radar was stupid and heavy, and very cumbersome. The entire radar sub-selected search, tracking, fire control and other sub-selected systems are very troublesome to use.

In order to integrate these things together for no more than 50 years of technical level, I spent... in fact, I didn't spend much effort at all. Zhou Qingfeng spent money and could produce finished products at any optoelectronics station in Magic City. This is an old technology and it is really not a problem.

Although the performance is a little worse, the appearance is a little ugly, and the lifespan is a little short, it is enough to be used!

One construction vehicle is equipped with radar, and the other construction vehicle is equipped with a Bofoss anti-aircraft gun with a caliber of 40 mm. Both are semi-automatically controlled, and the radar information is transmitted to the anti-aircraft gun, and the fire can be opened after aiming.

When the radar is erected, the anti-aircraft cannons remove the camouflage net, and the universal tank soldier provided by 'GOD' plays a guest appearance as an anti-aircraft artillery. The gangbang suddenly shot dozens of shells into the sky.

The pirates in the sky were still propeller fighters. They flew very slowly with bombs dropping at low altitude. As a result, one of them was hit when they met, and they pulled the black smoke to hit the mountain. Another pirate was so scared that it was quickly lifted up, but it was like the empty door was wide open during the climbing process and was easily shot down by anti-aircraft guns again.

Once the two pirates were finished, the soldiers on both sides were stunned. The volunteers did not expect that the plane would be knocked down so easily. You must know that they had suffered enough of the American plane. And Major McLaurin thought God was joking with him?

"Not it? We haven't broken through yet, why did this 'pirate' carrier-based aircraft be shot down?" McLaurin's subordinates were just ready to run away, but now the carrier-based aircraft is gone, can they still run away?

After a while, a "Sheerman" drove over from the hidden place. It directly crossed the encirclement and pushed open the defense line built by McLaurin and others. A volunteer officer stood on the turret, pointing at more than 200 American soldiers inside.

Major McLaurin did not dare to move around. Seeing that the apparently captured US tank did not fire, he couldn't help but straighten his body and take a few steps forward. In order to maintain the dignity of the Marine Corps, he shouted to the volunteer officer on the turret: "Are you here to surrender?"
Chapter completed!