"Squad leader, where are we going?" The old machine gun asked in the passenger seat holding the 'corner'.

Ten wheels were shaking forward on the rugged mountain road, and the team members were all in the car with novelty. This was the first time these gangsters were riding in the car, and they actually drove back to the foreign country on the battlefield.

The carriage was covered with canvas, and the deputy squad leader popped up half of his head from the rear window of the cab, and asked in confusion: "Squad leader, aren't we going back to the army?"

"I still want to capture the US prisoners. How could I go back if I didn't catch it?" Zhou Qingfeng looked at the time and was really worried. It was already noon, and there were only 24 hours before the battle started, but he didn't even see Mao, the US prisoners.

When they heard that Zhou Qingfeng was stubborn and wanted to capture the US military prisoners, the people in the Sharp Knife Squad looked at each other a few times. Everyone originally thought that their boss was just talking, but now they have made considerable contributions. They should have finished their work and went home, right?

But... Uncle Zhou will not give up until he catches the US military prisoners.

While driving, Zhou Qingfeng checked a briefcase. This bag was picked up from the body of the company commander of the South Base, with various telegrams and maps inside.

The large-scale map clearly marked the roads and terrain around Yunshan. Zhou Qingfeng slowly opened from the heavily laid out Nanba Front with this map. There is mountainous terrain around Yunshan, and only the Qingchuan River Basin is flat, and Yunshan is a small town among the mountains.

Zhou Qingfeng drove out of the rugged mountain road alone, with the goal of Yunshan City. His team members were a little silent. In everyone's opinion, his boss didn't understand what it means to "stop when you see it."

"Tell me, what's in this truck?" Zhou Qingfeng asked.

"It's mainly flour, as well as oil, salt and jerky, and even things like aprons and spatulas. It seems to be the car in the kitchen team." said the deputy squad leader.

"No, this is not the kitchen team's car, this should be the car that transports supplies to the South Base troops. What else?" Zhou Qingfeng continued to ask.

"Is this a useful thing?" The 'old machine gun' in the passenger seat took out a card from under his seat.

Zhou Qingfeng took it and saw that this should be the pass for the logistics personnel of the 15th Regiment of the First Division of the South Baseball Division. However, the photos above are not like him, at least not as handsome as him.

"Squad leader, are we really going to capture American prisoners?" Another soldier poked his head out of the rear window. The soldier was young, short, badly shot, and poorly throwing bullets, but he was a clever person and laughed all day long. Zhou Qingfeng called him "Dou Ding", but he was not annoyed, but instead agreed.

"What? Are you scared?" Zhou Qingfeng knew that his subordinates were actually unsure. There was no need to present facts and reason. If you want to maintain your morale, it would be better to provoke him.

"Not afraid, no fear." "Dou Ding said several times, but after a while, he lowered his tone and said with a smirk: "Actually, I'm still a little scared. The main reason is that I have never seen what Americans look like? I heard that they have black people, black and black, like ghosts. Are they really ghosts?"

Speaking of black soldiers in the US military, there is something shameful. The famous 38th Army once scared itself and regarded the Eighth Division of the South Base as a black regiment of the US military. As a result, it was absent from the opportunity to fight and was scolded by General Peng.

"You are stupid! Black people are just black, and they will die if they are shot. Black people are actually stupid and stupid. If you have the chance, I'll capture a few black prisoners for you." Zhou Qingfeng really wanted to popularize the science, but I'd better forget it.

When talking about Americans, the soldiers in the team were all curious. When Zhou Qingfeng talked about black people, everyone was even more skeptical. He almost said that he had never seen black people, so he must be bragging.

Zhou Qingfeng's team came out of the mountains and headed to Yunshan along the riverside road of the Qingchuan River. Halfway through, he began to look at the map carefully and figured out where to park and walk forward. After all, driving is easy, but he can't drive directly to Yunshan City.

While walking on a curve, Zhou Qingfeng had not yet figured out his current location. Suddenly, he felt the ground constantly vibrating, and even sitting on the bumpy truck could clearly feel it.

What's wrong..., earthquake? It's impossible!

Zhou Qingfeng quickly stopped the car on the side of the road, looked up and looked around. As a result, after waiting for more than ten seconds, the whole class saw a big guy with a thick cannon tube appear in front of him like a sudden ghost.

Damn…, tank!

The soldiers of the Sharp Knife Squad, who were even riding in the car for the first time, were collectively stunned. Zhou Qingfeng did not expect to suddenly see an American tank here, and the rest of the team were frightened by these dozens of tons of iron objects and sweated profusely.

One, two, three..., this is at least one tank company, just met on the road and met Zhou Qingfeng and others. This US tank was hard to meet with rivals in North Korea, and even exaggeratedly drew a tiger-head logo on the front of the car to scare people. It looked really majestic.

"Squad leader, the American prisoner you want is here." "Douding" shouted in the carriage, not knowing whether it was excitement or fear.

Get out..., now I don’t know who captured whom!

Looking at the gun barrel opposite him facing him, Zhou Qingfeng immediately shouted: "No one is allowed to move around, no shooting, stay honestly, I will do everything."

The "old machine gun" in the passenger seat was now pale, and his fingers were tightly holding his "cornered handle". It seemed that he was frightened and his nerves were about to break. He could not help but send a shuttle to the tanks on the opposite side.

"'Old machine gun', you're useless to shoot. The whole class of people will be killed by the enemy with one shot." Zhou Qingfeng recognized that an m4 tank opposite him. Judging from the appearance or the late-stage model of m4a3e8, the armor and firepower cannot be handled by a machine gun.

"What should I do? I won't surrender." The sweaty deputy squad leader poked his head out of the rear window of the cab. Although he was afraid, he was extremely decisive.

"Shut up all the time. Who said there was an apron just now? Give me one quickly." Zhou Qingfeng originally made himself dirty, but his current image is very rustic.

apron?

The whole class thought to himself: Boss, can you be more serious? It’s time, why do you want an apron?

But the apron was quickly handed to Zhou Qingfeng from the rear window. He tied it to himself as quickly as possible and pushed open the car door and got out of the car.

The tank convoy had already reached the front of the truck, pointing at Zhou Qingfeng at the muzzle. A jeep drove up from behind. Two US military officers were sitting in the car, and they also looked at him with curious eyes.

"Hi! Taijun, uh... no! American friends, I'm so happy to see you." Zhou Qingfeng took out his cutest silly smile and opened his arms at the US military, "Long live America, long live President Truman, and long live Commander MacArthur!"

The two US military officers on the jeep were also a little stunned. After they whispered a few words, one of them frowned and asked Zhou Qingfeng: "Of your troops?"

"We are from the 15th Regiment of the 1st Division of the South Baseball Division. We..., we have the certificate." Zhou Qingfeng communicated with the US military in English, and when he turned around, he shouted to the 'old machine gun': "Dication, that certificate, that pass, give it to me quickly."

Mu Daidai's "old machine gun" handed the pass out of the car window. Zhou Qingfeng held it in both hands and passed it to the US military officer in the jeep with a charming smile. The US military officer flipped over and looked at Zhou Qingfeng with suspicious eyes. After all, the photos on the pass were not very similar to him.

Zhou Qingfeng continued his bright smile, and deliberately shook the apron he had just put on, shouting loudly: "We are chefs, chefs who cook delicious food, have absolutely first-class skills, and are very honored to serve American friends. Please bring us with you.
Chapter completed!