Chapter Nine Hundred and Seventy IX: The Same Enemy

Time, time, war is to fight for time!

The entry of the Nine Corps into North Korea is a typical rush for time. In order to grab time, they even failed to complete the expected dressing and trial training in the Northeast, so that they suffered heavy losses after entering North Korea. Although later generations concluded that if you take a rest two days later, you can greatly reduce casualties.

But there are no ifs in the war... Huaxia, which has just been reborn, is not the Japan that was "barefoot and not afraid of wearing shoes" back then, and dare not gamble with the fate of the country. With the urgent situation on the front line, no one can know so many "what ifs" in advance.

And now Zhou Qingfeng is also rushing for time, he has long planned to lead an army to Xingnan Port at the right time. Killing the past, causing damage, and escaping back, everything must be completed overnight. So every minute counts!

The 178th Regiment had already reported Zhou Qingfeng's idea of ​​raiding Xingnan Port to the 60th Division. Even the division headquarters did not dare to make a decision on such a major strategic decision, so they had to report it to the Corps headquarters again. The Corps also has to consider various issues, and in the end it has to discuss it with the Volunteer Army Command.

While waiting for the decision, Zhou Qingfeng persuaded himself to calm down his anxiety and try to make some preliminary preparations. After all, no matter how time-consuming, some work still needs to be done. For example, let the assault troops put on warm winter clothes and eat a good meal.

On cold winter nights, food is frozen hard. The leader of the regiment originally wanted to take out the field rations in the US military warehouse to eat. However, in order to maximize the fighting power of the soldiers, Zhou Qingfeng decided to ask the US military's logistics personnel to provide enough fresh meals for 3,000 people.

"You are prisoners now. If you want to live comfortably, please be obedient to me. Only when our soldiers are fed can it be the prisoners' turn to eat. I will punish all those who do not cooperate." Zhou Qingfeng said coldly and harshly. Words are enough to make many American prisoners obedient.

Under the supervision of Zhou Qingfeng, the American field kitchen started working quickly. Professional chefs mass-produce U.S. Army A meals, all of which are the best ingredients, best cooking, and best taste.

Bread, chicken legs, pork, macaroni, tomato sauce, and rich foods with exotic flavors opened the eyes of the volunteer soldiers who occupied Gutuli. Many people were drooling and were shocked at the same time - we can't even eat a frozen potato, but Americans can eat so well?

Rice is also available due to the large number of Beiba soldiers in the US military. Zhou Qingfeng asked the field kitchen to cook porridge. The warm soup could relieve the dry stomach of the volunteers a little.

"Listen, don't eat too much at one time, or you will suffer from abdominal pain and even die." The U.S. military temporarily built multiple restaurants in Gutuli, which can accommodate four to five hundred people eating at the same time. An officer in the dining room reminded loudly, for fear that the hungry soldiers would be strangled to death.

It takes only five minutes for each battalion to eat. First drink a bowl of meat porridge, then two eggs and a large bowl of macaroni bolognese. The field kitchen looked like a group of ragged beggars eating, all the soldiers devoured their meals, and some even shed tears while eating.

Many people have never had such a hearty meal. Many soldiers thought silently: "If we have such a good meal these days, how much energy can we replenish, and how many comrades can we save from dying?"

The soldiers who finished eating had two big loaves of bread in their pockets, which were soft, fragrant and sweet. Zhou Qingfeng wanted to give the soldiers a chicken leg, but when the chicken leg was taken out and frozen, it was so hard that it could be hit with a hammer, and it was impossible to eat.

A group of soldiers with haggard faces entered the restaurant, and five minutes later they came out in glory. The U.S. prisoners who were in charge of supplying food were also greatly shocked—is it these poorly equipped and poorly dressed soldiers who surrounded the First Marine Division and fought hard and arduously?

"Did you see that? They didn't even have enough shoes. Some people's hands and feet were black from the cold."

"They seemed to have been hungry for several days, but they didn't starve to death in this environment."

"God, I can't imagine myself surviving in this situation? Let alone fighting.

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Among the whispers, the U.S. military in the field kitchen can only work hard. Because not all the captured US troops are obedient, and there are also those who want to show "loyalty and unyielding", these people have no good fruit to eat.

In the wind and snow outside the cafeteria, there were several marines who were stripped naked. They were people who refused to obey Zhou Qingfeng's order to serve the volunteer army. Zhou Qingfeng didn't kill them directly, but publicly stripped off their clothes and showed them naked in front of everyone.

The temperature in Gutuli in the cold night dropped to minus 40 degrees, and there was wind and snow. Without warm clothing, the biting cold can freeze a person to death in half a minute, and freeze to death in two minutes. The severe cold didn't even give the marines a chance to repent, their stiff bodies couldn't speak any words.

Seeing the comrades standing outside being mercilessly frozen into ice sculpture-like corpses, all the American prisoners felt the same way, and felt chilling to the bone. No one wanted to show off any more and obey Zhou Qingfeng's orders honestly.

Volunteers not only need cooks who provide food, but also a large number of personnel with professional skills. The first is the driver. Each car is equipped with two volunteer soldiers with live ammunition, and a U.S. driver who drives the car. Then the company-level cadres lead the team to leave Gutuli.

Not long after, people from the other two regiments of the 60th Division came to Gutuli like beggars entering the city. The warehouse in Gutuli was immediately turned upside down, and all the military uniforms that had been stored were taken out, and the rifles, grenades, machine guns, and mortars were immediately replaced.

The entire battalion ran to eat and drink, and everyone praised the capture of Gutuli as a crucial turning point in the battle. Just filling the belly of a master is enough to make people feel great satisfaction.

"Send two battalions to garrison Zhenxingli in the south, and send another battalion to take a car to continue the reconnaissance and security to the south. Regardless of whether Xingnan Port is attacked or not, we should send troops to the south."

"Twenty vehicles were dispatched to deliver supplies to the 58th Division that surrounded Xiajieyu. We are living a good life, but we must not forget our brother troops."

"It's a pity that the planes at Tuguli Airport can't be used. I really want to send something to every division of the besieged corps."

"The Yankees have a lot of cars and planes, so they can do everything conveniently." After the leader of the 178th Regiment issued a series of orders, he felt extremely refreshed. The speed of transportation by car is extremely fast. The originally difficult road over mountains and ridges can be run back and forth in one or two hours, which is too efficient.

But behind this efficiency is not so humane. In order to let more American captives serve him, Zhou Qingfeng made a "human body statue" of American soldiers frozen in the snow. None of the commanders and fighters in the regiment could turn a blind eye to this.

But thinking about how many volunteer soldiers would be rescued because of this, no one in the regiment spoke to stop them, and even felt deeply relieved. Only Zhou Qingfeng said publicly, "Isn't it a violation of the policy of preferential treatment of prisoners of war? Don't be afraid, I will take care of this matter."

The head of the regiment was furious when he heard the words: "Go away, you little platoon leader, can you carry it? If you want to carry it, I will carry it, and I don't ask for anything else. As long as it can make the soldiers less sacrifice, I will do it by shooting." .”

The political commissar of the regiment was also furious, and shouted to the head of the regiment: "You just get out, you are the military chief, and I am the political chief. This matter is mine. After the war, I will take the initiative to review the organization."

"Stop arguing." The leaders of the 60th Division who came in a jeep walked into the headquarters of the 178th Regiment together, "The leaders of the Corps have studied your suggestions. Isn't it just a few American soldiers who froze to death? They have already carried it. You just go to fight and destroy Xingnan Port!"