They have arrived at Langtou Town, a riverside town in Andong City, Ningliao. This town is close to the Yalu River and across the river from North Korea. The air has become colder. The carriage was originally warm, but as the door was opened,
Cold air poured into the carriage, and many soldiers were awakened by the cold.
"Take the company as a unit, get off the car and assemble!! Gather! Everyone assemble!"
I heard the sound of gathering coming from the station in the distance, and the whole carriage shook. The soldiers got out of the carriage and gathered in the open space of the station.
There were no lights on the station, it was dark all around, and the wind was like a knife blowing at the soldiers' faces, causing pain.
Captain Lei's voice came from the front: "Gather one battalion and one company! Gather one battalion and one company!"
Xia Yuan lightly kicked the still confused soldier and shouted: "Quick, get out of the car and gather together!"
The soldiers got off the train with their weapons in hand and looked at the border town curiously. Unfortunately, it was too dark and there was no lighting equipment. All they saw were blurry shadows of buildings. They could vaguely tell that they were on a border.
It is a small town, but the train did not enter the town, but stopped outside the town. This is a simple train station.
Probably to prevent being bombed by US military planes, the lights were not even turned on.
The soldiers all gathered in the dark, and some soldiers didn't even know they were in the wrong team until they heard their company commander shouting their company number, and then they looked for the sound and went there.
The first battalion and the first company were all in the same carriage. When they got off the carriage, they heard the voice of Captain Lei. After gathering, they were taken to the rest camp. They set out on March 13th and arrived at their destination on March 10th.
On the 8th, they will have a three-day rest here.
On the way to the camp, a rumbling sound came from the far southeast. The sound lasted for a full minute. The soldiers looked at the direction of the sound source with vigilance. The soldier responsible for leading them raised his head and said:
"This is another American plane that has discovered our logistics and transportation troops and is bombing them."
Captain Lei asked: "Can U.S. military planes fly this late at night?"
The soldier said: "I can fly, but my vision is not good. I have been here for more than two months and I often hear news that the logistics transport troops are bombed by planes. The transport troops usually transport supplies late at night. The American devils know that we transport supplies at night."
Supplies, some bombers were specially dispatched at night to bomb our logistics routes. The American pilots bombed very accurately. I often heard the news that our convoy was bombed by US aircraft, and a lot of supplies were lost.
Sometimes the body of the driver’s comrade was not found in the car, as it was all blown up by US artillery shells.”
Wang Xiaoliang clenched his fists: "We not only want to avenge Wang Beard's mother, but also avenge the comrades who died on the Korean battlefield!"
The soldiers were filled with indignation and said: "Yes! We must show some color to the American devils and let them know that we are not easy to mess with!"
The soldier said: "When you go over there, be careful of the American planes. Their planes will drop a kind of incendiary bomb, which will explode into a sea of fire after falling. I heard from the wounded who came down from the front line that that kind of incendiary bomb will
It can burn people directly to ashes, and you can't even find them, so you must be careful when you go there."
The soldiers' hearts trembled.
Company Commander Lei said: "Thank you very much, comrade, for the reminder."
The soldier leading the way added: "You're welcome. Many comrades who fought against the American devils for the first time just didn't know. They thought they were ordinary artillery shells, but...sigh."
He sighed and said: "These are all lessons. The company commander told me that when I am asked to pick up the troops going to fight in North Korea, I must tell everyone this knowledge. However, when you are resting here, your superiors will also
We will send some soldiers who have fought with the American devils to tell you about some of the methods of the American devils."
The soldier took them to the resting barracks and said: "Comrade, you can rest here. The superiors will come down tomorrow. If you go to the front line, you must be careful."
Instructor Shao said gratefully: "Thank you comrade, you should also pay attention to your own safety."
"Don't worry."
The soldier waved his hand, turned and left.
Instructor Shao turned to the soldiers of the first company: "Enter the room, choose a bed, and everyone should sleep quickly. There are not enough beds for two people to sleep together."
Some tired soldiers entered the room, randomly selected a bed, spread out the quilts, and fell asleep on the bed without taking off their clothes.
The next day.
The sky is a little dark.
Xia Yuan got up early in the morning and took the soldiers for a run. The town has turned into a militarized town. Cars loaded with supplies can be seen everywhere on the road. Weeds are used as camouflage on them. All kinds of supplies are on the road.
Disguised in the mountains and fields, the logistics and transportation soldiers were busy. When they saw Xia Yuan and the others, they stopped one after another.
A small logistics soldier asked: "Comrade, which department are you in?"
Lao Yang shouted: "We are the 1st Battalion and 1st Company of the 538th Regiment of the 180th Division of the 60th Army."
The logistics soldier asked again: "Comrade, are you going to the front line?"
Lao Yang replied: "Yes!"
The little logistics soldier ran over quickly and said, "Comrade, can I trouble you with something?"
Lao Yang said: "Comrade, if you can help me, I will definitely help you."
The soldier quickly took out a crumpled photo from his arms, handed it to Lao Yang, and said eagerly: "Comrade, the person in this photo is my brother. He has not been heard from since he joined the army. My mother is dying."
When the time comes, I must be asked to find my brother. I heard that my brother went to North Korea with the army, so I came over. However, since I am a logistics soldier and cannot go to the front line, I would like to trouble you, comrade, if you can help me ask.
Forget it if you can’t find it.”
Lao Yang glanced at the person in the photo. It was a strange face that he had never seen before. He was not sure about this matter. He turned to look at Xia Yuan. Xia Yuan took the photo, looked at it, and put it in his pocket without any explanation.
, said: "Comrade, I will help you with this matter!"
This chapter is not over yet. Please click on the next page to continue reading! The little soldier's face showed excitement: "Comrade, thank you. My name is Chen Shuxiang, and my brother's name is Chen Shusheng. He should be twenty-seven years old. If comrade finds him, let him know
He, my mother misses him very much, but she can never see him again. When the American Japanese are beaten away in the future, let him go to her grave to see her. My mother has not seen my brother for seven years. Before she died,
My last wish was to see my brother, but I didn’t see him either.”
The soldiers in a row suddenly felt a little heavy. Being a soldier was a dilemma between loyalty and filial piety. In the end, they all chose to serve the motherland, but their old mothers at home waited for them year after year. Many soldiers did not
I was able to rush home when my old mother was dying and missed seeing her for the last time.
Xia Yuan solemnly said: "Comrade, don't worry, I will definitely help you ask when we get to the front line."
Chen Shuxiang said "Hey" and said, "I am an automobile soldier from the Third Company of the 67th Division Battle Artillery Battalion."
"Chen Shuxiang, Chen Shuxiang."
The logistics in the distance called him again, and Chen Shuxiang ran over. Halfway there, he turned around and waved, with a bright smile on his face: "Comrade, thank you."
Xia Yuan waved his hand.
Lao Yang asked anxiously: "Lao Xia, we haven't gotten over this matter yet. How are you going to find it? If you can't find it, how should we explain it to others?"
Xia Yuan said: "People always have to have hope. Now that he has found us, we cannot let his hope be dashed. That was what his mother told her when she passed away. You and I both have mothers and relatives. In the future,
In the future, when my mother passed away, she would also have the same last words. When we go to look for our lost relatives and ask for help, but are rejected everywhere, the hope in our hearts will gradually be shattered."
After a pause, he added: "Just leave this matter to me."
Wang Xiaoliang said from the side: "Platoon leader, and me."
The soldiers shouted in unison: "Platoon commander, there are still us."
Lao Yang opened his mouth and said, "Okay, I'll search with you."
Xia Yuan nodded heavily and shouted: "Keep running!"
In the distance, Chen Shuxiang was loading supplies into the car. Hearing the slogan "One, two, one" coming from the distance, he couldn't help but stop and look around.
The soldier in the car asked: "Chen Shuxiang, have you told the comrades over there about looking for your brother?"
Chen Shuxiang nodded: "I told them, and they agreed to help me find it."
The soldier said: "But North Korea is so big, how can they find it?"
Chen Shuxiang turned back, picked up the ammunition box in his arms and handed it to him, saying: "No matter whether I can find it or not, there is always a little hope. Last night, the transport unit of the company was bombed by an American plane again. I am worried that I have
One day he will die on the soil of North Korea, and no one will remember my brother by then."
The soldier loaded the ammunition box into the car, and his heart suddenly became a little heavy. He comforted: "It doesn't matter, I believe your brother is still alive and he will come home."
Chen Shuxiang raised his head with a smile on his face: "I also believe that my brother is still alive. Let's load the car quickly. We have transportation tasks in the evening."
The soldier nodded: "Okay!"
One night a week later, Chen Shuxiang was on a transportation mission. The convoy he was in was discovered by a U.S. military aircraft and bombed by U.S. military aircraft. In order to protect the hard-won supplies on board from being destroyed by enemy shells, the convoy was
None of the soldiers chose to jump out of the vehicle, but stepped on the accelerator and continued to drive forward in the face of the shells dropped by the enemy bombers.
Cars were hit by artillery shells, and the violent explosions made huge roars and billowing smoke.
Chen Shuxiang held the steering wheel tightly with both hands and his eyes were firm. Faced with the indiscriminate bombing by enemy planes and heavy machine gun fire, his vow to protect this truck of supplies never wavered, and he never let go of his foot on the accelerator.
, driving the car speeding on the road, the trucks beside them never stopped, they were all guarding the materials on the trucks in their own way. The US military aircraft swooped down, a long string of fire sickles swept down from the sky, and the soil splashed,
The gravel shattered, and the bullet penetrated the front windshield of the car and penetrated his body. His brain was buzzing, and he only felt as if he had been struck by a long whip without any pain.
Chen Shuxiang looked down and suddenly found that his stomach had been torn, blood had stained his cotton pants, and his internal organs had been broken. His mouth was filled with the taste of rust. A mouthful of blood spurted out and sprinkled on the steering wheel.
There was a roar, and the shock wave caused by the explosion shook his car. Chen Shuxiang held his breath and leaned on the steering wheel to ensure that the car did not rush into the ditch nearby.
He has begun to feel that his consciousness is getting blurry, but the car is not safe yet. His car is carrying a large amount of ammunition and cannot be destroyed here. Without this car of ammunition, the battle of the frontline comrades will be more difficult.
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Chen Shuxiang seemed to feel that he could no longer hold on, so he slowly released his foot from the accelerator. In the last few seconds when his consciousness disappeared, he begged in his heart: "Master Yama, I have never begged anyone in my life, but for the sake of the party and the
People, please, give me a few more seconds!"
The car deviated from the route and was about to rush into a nearby ditch when it stopped steadily.
Chen Shuxiang closed his eyes. At the end of his life, he saved this truck of ammunition.
The truck drivers who were chased and bombed by US military planes were using their own methods to protect the supplies in their vehicles. They knew that these supplies were donated by people across the country through frugal expenses and to the soldiers fighting on the front line. They could not let them
This truckload of supplies was blown up by a US military plane, and every truck blown up by a US military plane was accompanied by the disappearance of a truck driver.
And that's just the fleet on the transport route.
After the early morning exercises, some veterans who had returned from the battlefield to recuperate from their superiors came down to the 180th Division to explain their methods of dealing with enemy aircraft on the battlefield to the commanders and fighters who were about to leave for the front line.
"It's very simple. Dig a tunnel to avoid bombs. Don't dig too shallow. If it's too shallow, you will still be blown up by the enemy's cannon. The enemy's cannon is very powerful. Some cannons can cover dozens of meters. They can be killed even though they are far away.
The shrapnel from the shell will kill you. But you can't dig too deep. If you are buried too deep, if no one is around to dig it out for you, you will be buried to death."
These injured volunteer soldiers told the soldiers of the 180th Division about their experiences and reminded the officers and soldiers of the 180th Division at all times.
"The weapons of the American devils are very powerful, but their people are not good at it and are very afraid of death. Our company commander asked us to put the enemy in front of us and then use grenades to blow them up. Once the enemy was blown up by the grenade, they stopped fighting with us.
They all ran away, and then they used artillery to blast our position, just like plowing the field. After plowing it once, they continued to charge. Their charge was not as good as that of the little devils. Everyone was crowded into a ball, and our company was the only one guarding it.
Once the enemy positions were established, the American soldiers rushed up battalion by battalion, in small groups. As long as they could avoid the artillery shells and planes, that guy was very easy to fight. If there were a lot of casualties, they would stop fighting."
"The American devils are very tall and look very strong, but don't be frightened by their appearance. They are completely paper tigers. They are strong on the outside but weak on the inside. They can't fight with bayonets. They can't beat us. I defeated three American devils by myself. They
What we feared the most was fighting us with bayonets. As soon as the trumpet sounded, they ran away before we even stood up from our position."