The loud charge horn sounded again less than half a minute later, and the killing cries of the soldiers rushing down from around the valley seemed to get louder.
In the melody that circulated over and over again, this surprise battle did not last long, and some enemies jumped onto trucks and jeeps in panic, and fled towards the only gap at the risk of their lives.
However, the entire company of volunteer soldiers who participated in the siege released those who escaped under the orders of their respective squad leaders and platoon leaders. They continued to advance around the small village and captured a large building serving as a command post as quickly as possible.
house.
Almost at the same time that the battle here ended, the sound of the charging horn and the cry of killing almost overturned the darkness from the direction of the only gap.
But at this moment, Wei Ran had no intention of participating in the battle. From now on, he was holding Xia Chuan, who was unconscious, with both hands across his arms, looking for medical equipment in this small village filled with smoke and war.
After running all the way and asking the surrounding soldiers, Wei Ran finally found a wooden house that had just been lit with kerosene gas lamps.
There were only two captured US military doctors in this house, and there was a full set of medical equipment on the table not far away.
After a quick inspection, Wei Ran placed Xia Chuan on the operating table, and then took off his useless equipment as quickly as possible.
After hurriedly washing his hands, he found a pair of rubber gloves and put them on. He gave Xia Chuan an injection of anesthetic and began to prepare for suturing.
"I can help you!"
A captured U.S. military doctor shouted, "Let me help you! I swear to God, I just want to fulfill the Hippocratic Oath!"
Wei Ran glanced at the military doctor, signaled the volunteer soldiers who captured him to stop, and then asked in English while sitting in preparation for the operation, "What's your name?"
"Howard"
The military doctor replied simply, "Let me help you. He needs a blood transfusion to maintain his blood pressure. It will be difficult for you to complete the operation alone."
"He said he was willing to come and help me," Wei Ran asked the two volunteer soldiers guarding him, "Is that okay?"
"No problem." One of the soldiers immediately let go of Howard's shoulder, and at the same time asked, "We have many injured soldiers, can they be sent over together?"
"Claude, aren't you here to help?" Howard asked another captured military doctor.
"I only provide medical services to white people," the military doctor replied arrogantly.
Wei Ran glanced at Howard who had already begun to prepare, and immediately nodded, "Leave one person here to guard, and then get the injured people over as soon as possible. In addition, that asshole doctor wearing glasses is not willing to help, so he
Get it away, he just said he was going to cause trouble while we were doing the operation."
Before he could finish his words, the volunteer soldiers who were escorting Dr. Claure immediately increased their strength on their hands and pushed him out of the house. At the same time, the soldier who suggested bringing other wounded people also ran away.
He went out, obviously to look for the wounded.
"It looks like Mr. Krall is going to suffer some torture," Howard said as he prepared the suture tool.
"Don't worry, both you and Mr. Krall will receive preferential treatment." Wei Ran said with certainty, "Even if you are unwilling to provide medical help."
"I hope so"
Howard said seriously, "Sir, how about we temporarily abandon our identities and focus on rescuing the wounded?"
"Of course" Wei Ran also came closer as he spoke.
With Howard's help, Xia Chuan was quickly transfused with the prepared plasma. Immediately afterwards, Edward stood at the position of the surgeon and opened the abdominal cavity to begin the treatment.
With the cooperation of the two of them, Howard quickly threw a carbine bullet into half of the tray. Then the two worked together to complete the suturing of the intestines, clean up the dirt in the abdominal cavity, and suture it.
of muscle and epithelial tissue.
When Wei Ran personally helped Xia Chuan give him a burst of penicillin, the injured volunteers and the wounded from the US Army who were brought here soon made Wei Ran and Howard no longer want to chat. The two of them seemed to be competing, each guarding an operation card.
Taiwan began rescue work.
While they were busy here, the volunteer soldiers who had completed the combat mission were also working as quickly as possible to seal the windows of the house that served as an operating room with wooden quilts.
Inside the airtight window, Wei Ran, Howard, and the two health workers who arrived later worked together to treat the wounded. Outside the window, the soldiers were also cleaning the battlefield as quickly as possible.
Before daybreak, the last wounded man had finished bandaging. Howard took off his gloves and surgical gown, skillfully took an American windbreaker from the hanger against the wall and put it on, and said sincerely, "You are."
The fastest medic I have ever seen, and also the roughest medic I have ever seen."
"At least they all survived."
Wei Ran picked up the bugle and weapons placed at his feet, "Whether it's your comrades or mine, no one lost their life on our operating table, right?"
"It would be nice if no one lost their lives in this war."
While Dr. Howard was sighing with emotion, he took out a box of Haochai cigarettes from his coat pocket, took one out and handed it to Wei Ran.
Taking the cigarette, Wei Ran let the other party help him light it. He watched the two health workers instructing the soldiers who came in to help collect medical equipment. He said casually, "I'm afraid I need to ask your president about this. Yes."
The war he started."
"He just needs to sit in the office." Howard seemed to have a lot of resentment towards their president. "Compared to how many people have died here, maybe he is considering how many benefits he will get from dropping an atomic bomb here."
Wei Ran shook his head, "If other Americans thought like you, this war wouldn't be fought."
"Yeah, then I won't have to come to this damn place." Howard flicked the cigarette butt in his hand, "Okay, soldier, send me wherever you want."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Wei Ran raised his finger and pointed at the prisoners of war gathered not far away and waiting in line, "With such a close distance, I guess you won't get lost.
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"Of course." Dr. Howard raised his hands with some enthusiasm and walked happily to the other captured American soldiers alone.
"Where does this weirdo come from?"
Wei Ran muttered to himself, raised the bugle in his hand, wiped the blood on it with his cuff, and wondered where to find Xia Chuan or Squad Leader Shen.
However, before he could wipe off the blood on the bugle, a strong white light appeared in front of his eyes again. When his vision returned to normal, the surrounding scene changed from a mountain village covered in ice and snow to a hotel room.
Looking at his empty hands, Wei Ran shook his head tiredly. At this time, he could even faintly feel the coldness penetrating into his bones, and he could feel the pain in the soles of his feet caused by running long distances in boots that didn't fit well.
But in the moments before and after that beam of white light lit up, there were already two worlds separated by more than sixty years.
"I don't know what happened to those people..."
Wei Ran sighed, and like a revolving door in his mind, he flashed past the car driver Liu Yijiao whom he first met, the scout Zhao Shengli and the health worker Chen Qi, and then remembered that there was not much communication in the whole process.
Bugler Xia Chuan, squad leader Shen Shen, and of course the platoon leader whose name I never knew from beginning to end, and the American doctor who seemed out of place.
Just when he was distracted, the metal quill hovered on the page again. However, what he didn't expect was that this time, the pen did not write the "fourth act" that he thought would appear.
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Instead, he moved to the location of the mission requirements in the first act and wrote in black handwriting the follow-up story about the car driver Liu Yijiao:
Automobile soldiers Liu Yijiao/Liu Haifu, during the war, received a total of third-class merit once, and were awarded the Second Class Medal of Freedom and Independence (North Korea), the Volunteer Army Expedition Medal, and the title of Model Pacesetter.
In March 1953, while driving a truck on an ammunition transport mission, he was strafed by enemy aircraft and sacrificed. His body was buried in the Chinese People's Volunteer Army Martyrs Cemetery (North Korea).
Under Wei Ran's gaze, the metal quill moved slightly downwards and continued to write below the words in the second act:
Health worker Chen Qi, during the war, was awarded the Second Class Soldier Medal of Honor (North Korea), the Long Live Peace Medal, the China-North Korea Friendship Medal, and the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea Commemorative Medal.
After returning to China in 1957, he retired and returned to his hometown of Langshi. While working in farming, he also served as a township health worker and had a son and a daughter.
Scout Zhao Shengli was awarded first-class merit once and third-class merit twice during and after the battle. He was awarded the honorary title of "Second Class Combat Hero". He also received the Second Class National Flag Medal (North Korea) and the Soldier Medal of Honor (North Korea).
), Long Live Peace commemorative medal, Sino-North Korean friendship commemorative medal, Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea commemorative medal.
After returning to China in 1958, he changed his job and returned to his hometown of Pingquan. He served as a township electrician, telegraph operator, militia company commander, village party secretary and other positions.
Lin Yuehua, the leader of the reconnaissance squad, led the reconnaissance squad to defend the unknown highland for eight days and nights during the Battle of Jincheng in 1953 and then died. He was posthumously awarded first-class merit and the honorary title of "First Class Combat Hero". His remains were buried in the Dandong Cemetery for the Martyrs of the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea.
Sun Yannian, the chief of staff and leader of the cooking team, died during the 1953 Jincheng Campaign while standing on the unknown high ground and was bombarded. He was posthumously awarded the honorary title of "Class II Combat Hero." His remains were buried in the Dandong Cemetery for the Martyrs of the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea.
Scout Li Dali died in the summer of 1952 while covering the relocation of his comrades during a reconnaissance mission. His body was burned by the U.S. military and his grave was buried in the Dandong Cemetery of the Martyrs of the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea.
Scout Gao Qiang died in the summer of 1952 while covering the relocation of his comrades during a reconnaissance mission. His bones were burned by the U.S. military and his grave was buried in the Dandong Cemetery for the Martyrs of the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea.
After following the handwriting revealed by the pen tip and seeing this, Wei Ran subconsciously clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, and his eyes, which were still cold, turned red.
But the metal quill did not pause at all. After moving slightly, it continued to write under the words of the third act:
Assault squad leader Shen Shen died in a bombing attack by a United Nations bomber in May 1953. He was posthumously awarded the honorary title of "Class II Combat Hero" and his remains were buried in the (DPRK) Chinese People's Volunteer Army Martyrs Cemetery.
Xia Chuan, the commander of the Assault Company Division, was injured during a mission in November 1951 and returned to Andong to recuperate. In March of the following year, he went to Korea for the second time to fight, and was injured again in September 1952.
During and after the war, he was awarded third-class merit twice and was awarded the honorary title of "Class II Combat Hero". He was awarded the Soldier's Medal of Honor (North Korea), the Medal of Freedom and Independence Class II (North Korea), the Long Live Peace Medal, and the China-North Korea Friendship Medal.
, commemorative medal to resist U.S. aggression and aid Korea.
After returning to China in 1954, he retired from the army and returned to his hometown of Luda University. He served as a music teacher in a county primary school, director of a street culture center, and archives administrator.
After writing this, the metal quill pen started a new line, corresponding to each name, and wrote a series of detailed addresses. Some of those addresses pointed directly to a certain martyrs cemetery, some were accurate to villages and towns, and some were
The details are down to the house number.
"How...how did we survive...so many..."
Wei Ran looked blankly at the paper page that was almost full of words. He let the metal quill pen start another line again and smoothly wrote the sonorous and powerful lyrics that he would never forget - majestic and high-spirited.
, cross the Yalu River. To maintain peace and defend the motherland is to protect our hometown!
