Chapter 887： Humanoid mortar

Anything on the battlefield can happen. The victory is still in sight in the first second, but it is nothing new in the second.

However, Zhou Qingfeng's killing heart in the wasteland eschatology was extremely heavy, and when he entered the battlefield, he did not treat Nanba as a person. He is typically unorganized and undisciplined, and everything is given priority to effectiveness. Seeing that his monitor was about to commit suicide for a stain that was not a stain, he simply killed all the Nanbang captives.

However, for the local army, killing prisoners is a big crime to lose their heads. But looking at the corpse, the squad leader didn't hesitate for long. He stomped and took Zhou Qingfeng's hand and said, "Big Zhou, I have saved your life. You have saved my face, and I am grateful."

In Zhou Qingfeng's view, it is only a trivial matter, but it is subversive for the squad leader receiving party and army education. But this is about his own life, and the captives have already been killed. He can't continue to commit suicide, right?

Gunfire continued on the battlefield, and the 2nd Battalion of the South Battalion was still resisting in the '490' Highlands. The Nanbat 1st Battalion also mobilized all artillery fire and bombarded the positions of the 3rd and 5th Regiments of the Volunteer Army. It was very fierce at one time. The surrounding Nanbat 2nd Battalion must be resolved as soon as possible.

Zhou Qingfeng gave his monitor to the monitor, and the two hurried to the battlefield. Speaking of which, the squad leader had an unfinished mission. He was originally ordered to find a circuitous way to attack the '490' highland. However, the mission was not completed and he was caught by Nanbang soldiers who tried to escape.

The squad leader who intends to redeem his guilt still remembers his task, and he leads Zhou Qingfeng back. The two met other comrades in the mountains who besieged the '490' highland.

"There are a lot of residual enemies, and they occupy favorable terrain, and our attack is blocked."

"The frontal assault was too heavy, and the chief ordered to find another way to kill him."

"Did you find anything?"

Facing the inquiries of other company comrades in arms, Zhou Qingfeng and the squad leader looked at each other, and immediately thought of the Nanbang Zabing who had just fled. That group of people probably escaped from the siege.

"Come with me, I should be able to find the way up the mountain." Zhou Qingfeng has received professional field tracking training. In the past, he had called ‘dog meat’ when he encountered such things. Now he has to rely on his skills.

The squad leader also remembers the approximate location where he was just arrested. There are a lot of prisoners killed, and the traces left are easy to find. Zhou Qingfeng took the lead as a point soldier, and walked along the traces of being trampled for hundreds of meters to find the way to kill the 490 high from the side.

But when Zhou Qingfeng and others came up from a highland slope, the 'gun' gun sounded immediately on the mountain. The two heavy machine guns were erected on the slope, and the volunteer army underneath the high ground immediately retracted.

There were heavy machine gun suppression, as well as the defensive positions set by hundreds of Nanba soldiers, and more than thirty volunteer soldiers below could not lift their heads. Someone immediately ran to report to their superiors, and the sharp soldier Zhou Qingfeng turned back and shouted, "Are there any mortars? Just bombard it with a few shells."

Brother, what are you talking about?

The volunteers entered the DPRK. The team's strongest firepower was a light machine gun, and the bullets were not enough. When it comes to mortars, that is the big killer that even Li has, and the shells are not enough. That thing is not an important goal that will not be pulled up, let alone appear in front of Zhou Qingfeng.

Ordinary infantry has two of the most powerful weapons, either grenades or grenades. Throwable cartridges are easy to use and difficult to use, and volunteers are slowly withdrawing. Zhou Qingfeng did not bring these people in front of him.

"Let's stay here and wait for support." The squad leader carefully observed one or two, and found that the terrain occupied by the enemy on the **** was quite good. The open area of ​​tens of meters was uncovered and it was difficult to find cover to launch an attack. And he just raised his head and incurred intensive bullet bursts.

However, if you want to defend, you can't just keep it casually. Zhou Qingfeng and others did not have mortars. Nanbei on the highland slopes. They found that there were volunteers gathered under their positions and immediately gave them a few shells.

The curved firing mortar does not need to see the target, as long as it knows the approximate location of the target. Hearing the muffled sound of the cannon popping from the top of his head, Zhou Qingfeng's face changed greatly, and he yelled 'Lying down'.

A few artillery shells banged down, and the temporarily formed assault team Zhou Qingfeng was turned over, and several soldiers were killed or injured in an instant.

In the face of the bullet rain, everyone else was holding their heads and could not retract into the ground, and silently endured flying fragments and blasting debris. Only Zhou Qingfeng was unwilling to be so passively beaten.

"* Mother, I don't want to be bombarded so foolishly." Zhou Qingfeng was carrying the seized military backpack with many loot he had just picked up. He leaned back against a dirt **** and squatted down to find an MK2 grenade from his backpack.

Compared to the inferior hand grenades filled with black powder by the Volunteers, the American MK2 grenade is much more powerful. And Zhou Qingfeng still has a special high-explosive type, and the shells are painted yellow to show the difference.

The enemy's position was 50 meters above the slope, the **** was steep, and the height difference was more than 20 meters. In this case, it is basically impossible for ordinary soldiers to throw their grenades. But Zhou Qingfeng held the grenade and pulled the safety ring, released the grip and stopped for two or three seconds before throwing it out.

Zhou Qingfeng's squad leader followed him, lying on the ground to see that he was throwing a grenade, and quickly shouted: "Don't work hard, the distance is too far, we can't reach it."

"Who said?" Under the BUF of "Deadly Ambition", Zhou Qingfeng is now four times the physical quality of ordinary people. The small MK2 was thrown away by his "slam", flying to the top of the Nangan position and exploded .

The MK2's bomb body has prefabricated slots, which split into dozens of fragments under a blow, and flew for more than ten meters, covering a large area.

The Nangan soldiers on the **** did not even realize that this was a grenade, they all thought that the mortar was bombarding themselves. Suddenly found that an explosion appeared next to him, he rushed to hide in the rushed position.

With this hiding, the firepower of Nanbang's suppression firing is much smaller, but the number of 'mortar shells' thrown down the **** is increasing. Each one is blasted up when thrown up ~ www.novelhall.com ~ 嗖 嗖 嗖 ’轰轰 轰轰 's endless.

Compared to the mortar's rate of fire, Zhou Qingfeng dropped his grenade much faster. He kept throwing grenades, and the twenty-odd pieces he collected quickly lost all his power. The Nangan soldiers on the slopes were bombed by a ghost howling, and in their opinion it was several mortars blasting towards the dead.

The squad leader who was lying behind began to feel that Zhou Qingfeng could not throw thunder up, but waited for the person above to be blown up, and he shouted to his comrades behind him: "The enemy is suppressed, follow me. "

A non-commissioned officer led the team, and the other soldiers immediately followed the gun with their cats on their waists. At the beginning everyone was worried that the fire point on the **** would suddenly recover, and a team of two or three would lie down in a few steps. But later found that the enemy above was bombed and did not fight back, immediately daring to rush up.

As soon as they rushed into the position, they found that half of the more than 100 Nangan soldiers above were unsuccessful. They either crouched in shallow trenches like ostriches, or ran around in the woods and weeds like headless flies.

The cry of "do not kill the gun" became one after another. Volunteer soldiers with guns and assaults appeared prestigious and irresistibly killed in the enemy line. Everyone had an idea in their hearts-the kid was just a humanoid mortar!