Chapter 839 The lifeline that explodes constantly (3) [two-in-one chapter]
(Please note that it is impossible for manpower to carry the train. It mainly relies on the bridge piers. Manpower is only an assist.)
This incident, even after a long time has passed.
The three rookies, Driver, Shadow, and Yueying, have already experienced many missions and have become veterans of the team, or in other words, veterans. They have seen more tragic and tragic situations.
The three of them still remember this scene very clearly:
Under the cold night, one after another, the volunteer soldiers had been busy all night and were now exhausted.
The feet were on the hard frozen ice, and the heavy bridge deck was carried on the shoulders.
They stood next to each other regardless of gender, forming a bridge of flesh and blood.
That was all the personnel of the Second Battalion of the Railway Corps, plus the supplementary soldiers of the 50th Army, and even the female soldiers of the Art Troupe.
So many people worked hard to support themselves under the railway bridge, forming a flesh-and-blood Great Wall.
In the following time, they could hear the sound of "frame, frame, frame" steel wheels of the train, getting closer and closer to them.
Then, at a certain moment, the bridge deck carried on his shoulders suddenly came down.
It pressed heavily on their shoulders, and it felt like a towering Mount Tai was pressing down.
The weight was far heavier than that of lifting the rails before, and they even felt that at this moment, their shoulders, waist, thighs, soles, and all the bones in the body were shaking and groaning under the tremendous pressure.
Even under such pressure, they seemed unable to even take a deep breath.
At this moment, they just want to throw away everything on their shoulders and let themselves relax.
Fortunately, they were not embarrassed and did not do anything as shameful as deserting. The main reason was that at the critical moment, among the hundreds of volunteer soldiers under the bridge, some of them shouted something wildly.
In such a sentence, there are no substantive words, just a simple word ‘Ah~’.
But within it, there is another kind of strong anger and unwillingness that seems to burst out from the depths of the soul.
After an instant, everyone seemed to be infected. Shadow first yelled "Ah~", and then the driver and Yueying also shouted out.
In the end, it seemed that hundreds of people carrying the bridge were shouting at the top of their lungs.
Amidst such earth-shattering shouts, filled with suppressed and angry shouts, a heavy steam locomotive weighing at least 120 to 30 tons dragged a dozen carriages across the bridge.
The whole time was not long, but to the people under the bridge who were in extremely difficult circumstances, it felt like an extremely long year had passed.
But even so, their suffering of carrying the bridge is still not over.
Because there are still four trains that need to pass behind.
In the end, even the drivers and other rookies themselves didn’t know how they had survived such a long period of time.
Anyway, when the last train passed successfully, although they were very tired physically, their hearts became more relaxed than ever before.
At the same time, an unprecedented sense of pride arose in the hearts of the three of them.
Looking at Wu Changsheng who was still maintaining his motionless posture in front of him, Yueying's mouth full of frustration began to shout:
"Lao Wu, let's go.
Now all the trains have crossed the bridge, no need to hold on like this, let’s go! I also have a pack of good cigarettes here, but with filters, let’s smoke one together to relieve our fatigue.”
After saying that, he took out a pack of Monkey King cigarettes and a box of Botou matches from his pants pocket.
This happened when the three of them told Hu Biao their basic situation and personal strengths on the train.
Hu Biao pulled him out of the backpack of the member named Zhan Song and gave it to them as a team meeting gift.
It's not a pack of sand cigarettes that you can only look at and never smoke, otherwise it might cause serious trouble.
But under Yueying's greeting, Wu Changsheng, a railway soldier, showed no reaction at all.
At that time, I thought that there were too many people talking and the scene was too noisy, so the other party didn't hear Shadow, so he immediately slapped the other party on the shoulder, without feeling that there was anything wrong at all.
As early as two hours ago, we were busy lifting the rails together.
They were three rookies, because they were quite familiar with this veteran soldier who was said to have joined the army in the 32nd year of the Republic of China.
Specifically, the three of them took turns carrying the end of the wooden stick, and together with Wu Changsheng, a railway soldier, and others, they continued to carry the heavy rails.
Yes, that's right! The three of them took turns replacing one end, but Wu Changsheng's end was never replaced.
It wasn't that Shadow and the other three were careless and petty, but as the three of them took turns replacing each other, they all felt that their already shredded shoulders were about to be unable to bear it.
On the contrary, Wu Changsheng's somewhat tired expression remained so calm.
During this period, the four of them kept chatting. In fact, it was basically three of them asking questions, and Wu Changsheng answered them sentence by sentence.
After two hours of work, they became familiar with this honest old man.
At least these three guys think so in their hearts.
Then, Shadow patted Wu Changsheng's shoulder with his right hand. This honest and honest man in their eyes suddenly collapsed to the ground.
"I, I just patted it gently, I didn't use any force on my hands at all~"
With huge panic in his heart, Shadow instinctively explained to the other two rookies like this.
Yueying, who had a Ph.D. diploma from the Union Medical College, leaned down to see what happened to Wu Changsheng. After all, he knew some basic diagnosis and rescue knowledge.
But after he threw Wu Changsheng's body to the ground, he turned it over.
Even the driver who knew nothing about medicine knew that Wu Changsheng was completely hopeless now and what was the reason why he was like this.
A large amount of dazzling blood was seen flowing from Wu Changsheng's nostrils and mouth, and his chest had long since stopped rising.
Obviously, when the train passed over the bridge just now, Wu Changsheng's body was completely unable to bear it due to long hours of work and exhaustion.
Or to put it in a more popular way, this solid-eyed man was crushed to death...
At around 5:30 in the morning, Shadow and the other three rookies boarded the train again; then, taking advantage of the little time before dawn, this old-fashioned steam train burned up the boiler and began to speed at full speed.
There were a lot of people in the stuffy carriage, and it was still so crowded.
After the car door is closed, all kinds of bad smells are still so unpleasant.
However, after a few hours, the three rookies no longer complained at all about such a terrible old-fashioned vehicle.
Because they have understood that the reason why such a terrible means of transportation can operate like this is because tens of thousands of people work and maintain it silently behind the scenes.
Many of them even gave their lives for it.
After getting on the bus again, Hu Biao and other veterans were a little surprised to find that the three rookies summoned this time were a little different.
To be more precise, I found that the temperaments of the three of them seemed to have matured all of a sudden.
In fact, many veterans don't pay too much attention to this point. The reason is very simple. This is how they came here in the first place.
After seeing too many dead people, my heart becomes hardened...
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While the tin whistle of "Du, Du~" kept sounding, waves of orders continued to pass through the tin loudspeaker and reached the ears of Hu Biao and others:
"Everyone got out of the car immediately and quickly gathered in company and platoon units in the open space nearby; comrades, please hurry up, the soldiers' planes will appear at any time, and we must move quickly~"
After crossing the bridge for more than two hours, the train that Hu Biao and others were riding finally stopped with a harsh brake sound.
At a certain station that was not a station at all, but a forest with lush trees, it stopped.
By this time, the sky was already bright; and it was still a nice winter day with no snow and no biting cold wind.
But in such weather, the soldiers' planes can take off more brazenly and attack the ground.
Therefore, for the volunteers, they would rather not have enough to eat or wear warm clothes, but also hope that the weather will be worse, at least so that they will bear less threats from the air.
Under those hurried orders, the doors of the tank car were completely opened one by one.
Among them, the volunteer soldiers jumped out like dumplings, including Hu Biao and other members of the Zhongzhou team.
When he jumped out of the car, Hu Biao looked around.
You can see a large flat open space between the trees. Surrounding the open space are trails, with a small number of trucks on the trails.
But these few trucks have a dazzling array of types.
Among them are the "Gaz trucks" that were probably supported by the Maozi family after the war began, and the Type 97 trucks captured from the Japanese during the Anti-Japanese War.
There is also the 2.5-ton CCKW353 transport truck that Uncle Sam's family shipped over to aid China.
There were even some trucks that Hu Biao, who had been working for several years during the Republic of China, could not recognize the model of the truck at a glance.
It seems that this is a posture in which an agricultural Guo Jia basically sacrificed all his little wealth for this war with a group of industrial Guo Jia.
In addition to these trucks, there are also a large number of people dressed as migrant workers waiting here.
When the train stopped, whether it was the waiting trucks or the people, they all started moving in this direction immediately.
Under the command of relevant personnel, the materials in other carriages were quickly unloaded one by one and loaded onto the car.
It is a pity that the number of these old-fashioned trucks was not large, and compared with the advanced trucks in the modern dimension, the loading capacity is really impressive.
It is estimated that only one-third of the supplies on the train can be transported away, and the rest can only be stored in the surrounding woods and covered with raincloths first.
It seems that Hu Biao and the others will have to rely on their own legs for the rest of their journey.
This is indeed the case. When they took the company as a unit and arranged a total of four supplementary companies, plus an art troupe, the large force set off directly.
When setting off, everyone still carried a large box of ammunition, grenades, etc. on their shoulders.
The only exceptions among them are the soldiers of the Military and Art Corps.
At the request of many people at this temporary station, a guy with eyes as thick as the bottom of a glass bottle played an accordion.
Some other female warriors sang an "Internationale".
In the eyes of everyone at this moment, these female warriors are the goddesses in their hearts. As for the goddess among goddesses, she should be the girl wearing a red scarf.
And in the lyrics of "There has never been a savior, nor a fairy emperor", not to mention the other volunteer soldiers at the scene.
Even Hu Biao and other modern people suddenly became excited in their hearts.
Like Shadow and the other three rookies, it was clear that more than an hour ago, Black Chinese Medicine Doctor and Lao Qi helped them apply medicine to their worn shoulders and bandage them.
All of them still had their mouths crooked, as if they were in terrible pain.
However, in the singing of the female warriors of the art troupe, these three guys were inspired as if they had been given a shot of blood; they all carried the heavy boxes on their shoulders and began to trot quietly.
To use a more traditional statement:
It was during the years of burning passion that their spirits and souls were sublimated, thus breaking through the limits of the physical body.
Upon seeing this, Uncle Chu, Po Luo and other kind-hearted old comrades in the team also changed their minds.
He changed his mind about helping them and carrying their boxes for a while.
"Hey! Let them use up their energy first and become as tired as dogs before taking action." Poluo suggested to his fishing friend, Uncle Chu.
Uncle Chu didn't say anything, but he nodded his head and expressed his agreement with this statement...
"Come on, push harder, dichlorvos, you idiot, why are you still standing there? Hurry up and find a stone to cushion the rear wheels~" Hu Biao shouted forcefully at the top of his lungs.
In the end, with their efforts, a GAZ truck that was overloaded due to greed finally struggled out of a big hole in the road.
I continued to drive hard on the road that had long since become a mess.
As for Hu Biao and others, because of their busy work, they were already covered in mud, and even their faces were splashed with mud stars.
But just like that, they still used stones and engineering shovels to fill in the big hole on the road that was blasted by an aerial bomb of at least 100 kilograms at some point.
Then, he used the snow on the roadside to scrub his face and body vigorously, cleaning off as much mud as possible.
At this moment, it is already past 9 o'clock in the evening on December 17th.
In other words, they had been on the road for more than two days; first they took the train, and then they traveled intermittently on their legs for more than twenty hours.
They still don't know how far they are from the large force of the 50th Army.
But they knew that they were now relatively deep inside Goryeo territory, because in this area, the MiG-15 fighter jets that occasionally appeared in the sky could no longer be seen.
This shows that they have exceeded the scope of the MiG corridor.
The so-called MiG Corridor refers to the fact that the Maozi family and our own pilots flew MiG-15 fighter jets into the air on the south bank of the Ya*lu River many times to intercept the joint Guo Air Force.
It can be regarded as an area that has certain control over the air and is no longer suppressed unilaterally.
After scrubbing hard with snow, under the stimulation of coldness, I felt that I had lost all feeling on my face and hands.
Although he still had many Nixing ideas, Hu Biao had no choice but to give up.
Then, he took the lead in carrying the ammunition boxes thrown on the roadside and prepared to continue moving forward; because of the threat from the soldiers and air forces in the sky, they had to stay in hiding at night and day.
During the day, I rested in some semi-underground or fully underground military stations, and only continued on my way at night.
This approach is undoubtedly much safer, but the efficiency of rushing is reduced. If we don't hurry up and rush, who knows when we will catch up with the 50th Army and enter the combat force.
Then the first phase task was successfully triggered.
But after walking less than half a kilometer, gunshots suddenly rang out like a relay from a distance.
A frightened voice in the team began to yell: "The soldiers' plane is coming soon, everyone takes cover~"