Hearing Old Liu's voice, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Xia Yuan slid down the mountain along the covered white snow, and saw the elder Liu stuck between two rocks.
But what made Xia Yuan frown was that one of Liu's legs was twisted at a weird ninety degrees.
"You brat, why are you down? Hurry up and take them to find the troops."
When the elder Liu saw Xia Yuan, he cursed and told Xia Yuan to get out of here.
As the company moves further and further away, it will be difficult for them to catch up.
If you can't catch up and fall behind, it's easy to lose your way in these barren mountains and ridges, with freezing temperatures and ice and snow. Once you lose your way, the consequences will be disastrous.
And the location where he was stuck was very steep, making it difficult for two or three people to pull him up.
What's more, one of his legs is broken. Even if he is dragged up, it will slow down their marching speed and eventually become a burden to them.
"Squad leader, what are you talking about?" Xia Yuan firmly disagreed. He slid to the side of Old Liu, grabbed the iron pot, pulled hard, and directly pulled Old Liu up.
"hiss."
The leg was torn to pieces, and the elder Liu bared his teeth, his face was pale, and beads of sweat were dripping down his face.
Xia Yuan carried the elder Liu behind his back, pounded the ground with his Garand rifle, stabilized his body, and climbed up on the snow.
"I didn't expect that I was saved by you." Old Liu said with emotion, "I can't believe you are only sixteen years old."
The elder Liu was a head taller than Xia Yuan. Facing the harsh terrain, he was able to pick himself up and climb onto the path step by step.
"I'm waiting for you to save me in the future." Xia Yuan exhaled and said with a smile.
"OK."
Old Liu insisted.
When they climbed up the hillside, Xiao Heping, Zhou Mao, and Zhao Translator had been waiting for a long time. The three of them looked at the elder Liu worriedly.
"It's not a big deal. I took bullets in the previous wars and it's still fine." The elder Liu seemed very optimistic about his physical injuries, but he was worried about the combat mission. "They are all gone.
I don’t know if I can catch up.”
"The wind and snow are so strong. If we can't catch up, the traces they left behind will be covered up in a short time."
Xia Yuan frowned and stared at the road ahead. Under the howling wind and snow, the traces left by the soldiers of the Third Company on the road became less and less.
If it had been a little later, they would all have disappeared.
Before leaving, they buried the remains of the fallen soldiers in the snow. The elder Liu said with emotion: "They accompanied me all over the country, but I didn't expect to stay in North Korea."
Everyone said nothing and their mood was a little low.
Old Liu smiled optimistically again: "Humans, after all, there is separation between life and death. Maybe tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, you and I will be gone."
Having said this, Xiao Heping and others felt a little more uncomfortable.
Old Liu thinks it doesn't matter: "But our motherland is still standing, and the people of our motherland live a good life. Compared with our sacrifices, it is nothing."
Although the eldest brother Liu is usually out of character and likes to tease new comrades, he will never lose when it comes to national justice.
After saying a simple goodbye to the fallen soldiers, the five of them embarked on the road to pursue the company.
Because the company was walking fast, they ran to the top of the mountain and looked around. The mountains and fields were quiet and connected, and no one could be seen. The wind and snow were raging on the land, and everything was vast. There was no trace of the activities of the previous people.
"Squad leader, where are we going now?" Xia Yuan asked, looking at the vast white snow.
The traces were almost erased by the wind and snow, and at first glance, it was completely white.
Old Liu couldn't grasp the direction, so he could only point forward: "Then let's go forward, maybe our team will also keep going forward."
Zhou Mao said: "Squad leader, maybe the company commander and others will stop and wait for us if they find out that we haven't followed."
Translator Zhao took a breath and said, "If I can meet a fellow Korean, I can ask him for directions."
Xia Yuan's heart moved: "Then let's go forward. If you are lucky, you should be able to meet our team."
After making up their mind, a few people walked down the mountain along the ridge.
Arriving at the dense forest, the sky became darker and colder.
Xia Yuan carried the eldest brother Liu, Xiao Heping supported Translator Zhao, and Zhou Mao was responsible for the forward investigation.
I stepped on the vast snow, looking for large invisible traces, and groped forward. The snow in the forest was deeper, reaching up to my ankles. One foot was deep and the other was shallow. No one knew what was being stepped on in front of me.
What.
The sky was so dark that one could not see his fingers, the cold wind howled and blew up people's cheeks, eyebrows and eyelashes were covered with frost, and the weather was so cold that it made people's teeth chatter.
I don't know how long they walked, but even Xia Yuan's strong body couldn't bear it. He found a big rock to hide behind the snow.
Old Liu sat on the ground, looked at his twisted thighs, and grinned: "Boy Xia, find me two wooden sticks."
Xia Yuan saw that Old Liu's broken leg was covered with wind and frost, with blood seeping out.
"If we don't take care of it, I'm afraid I won't be able to save this leg." Translator Zhao came over and took a look, frowning.
"I'll give you a simple bandage." Xia Yuan asked Zhou Mao to find some thicker wooden sticks and tear off some cotton clothes. "Be patient, it will hurt a lot."
"Boy Xia, come on, we can bear it." The elder Liu was also a tough guy. He grabbed the cotton coat behind him and stuffed it into his mouth, biting it hard and nodded to Xia Yuan.
It means: Come on, brat.
Xia Yuan nodded slowly, and with a little force, he first straightened the twisted leg of Big Old Liu, and then fixed it on Big Old Liu's leg with four thick wooden sticks, and wrapped the strips of cloth tightly.
Old Liu had passed out from the pain, his face was pale, and a lot of blood seeped out of his thigh again.
Xia Yuan knew a lot about acupuncture points on the human body. He did a simple job on stopping the bleeding and took out a box of cans from his arms.
"Zhou Mao, dig a smokeless stove and cook some hot soup for Old Liu to drink later." Xia Yuan stood up and exhaled: "He lost too much blood and his body is cold. Get him more hot soup."
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Xia Yuan looks young, but he is very mature and courageous in his way of life. It is hard to imagine that he is only sixteen years old.
The soil on the ground was frozen hard, and Zhou Mao spent a lot of effort but was unable to dig out the frozen soil.
"I'll do it."
Xia Yuan walked over, pried open a large piece of soil, simply dug, covered it with sticks and weeds, and covered it with snow, and a simple smokeless stove was ready.
He opened the big black pot behind Liu and placed it on the frozen soil. It took a lot of effort to light the firewood. He sealed half of the hole with soil and checked the smoke from the smokeless stove. If the smoke was not very strong, then
No need to worry about it.
When it is dark, a small amount of smoke will not have much impact. Even if it floats into the air, it will be difficult for anyone to see it.
The canned meat is frozen hard and needs to be baked in front of a fire.
Xiao Heping was on guard not far away. He looked back and saw that the surroundings were deathly silent. It looked like no enemy would appear.
When the pot was hot, Zhou Mao threw a large amount of snow into the pot and stuck it to the bottom of the pot. The snow quickly turned into a sheet of hot water and a lot of white smoke came out.
"This will not be discovered by the enemy."
Zhou Mao looked at the amount of smoke and felt a little worried.
"No, it's too dark, and there are large mountains and forests all around, so it's hard to find."
Xia Yuan shook his head.
The white smoke rising from the hot water quickly dissipated in the dark night sky.
After the hot water boiled, Xia Yuan found a wooden stick, pried open the lid of the can, and used the wooden stick to fiddle with the food in the can before placing it in the pot.
Zhou Mao found some wild vegetables nearby and threw them into the pot.
After a while, the faint fragrance spread.
Smelling the fragrance, everyone's stomach growled unsatisfactorily.
"It smells so good." Translator Zhao, who was taking care of the elder Liu, came over, smelled it, and couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
"It's a pity that I didn't bring much of the canned beef from the Americans, otherwise I would have bought a little more."
Old Liu seemed to be attracted by the aroma of meat in the pot. He slowly woke up, smelled the aroma of broth, and felt a cramp in his stomach.
On the way out, I carried a lot of canned food. Most of them were eaten by the soldiers fighting on the front line. They left very few canned food. By this time, everyone had basically finished all the food they had.
Only some fried noodles are left.
The fried noodles are poured into the pot and mixed with the broth, adding consistency and flavor.
Eating like this is undoubtedly a luxury. Old Liu almost cursed when he saw it.
Xia Yuan said calmly: "Our journey over mountains and ridges consumes a lot of physical energy, especially for you and Translator Zhao. You have to eat something good. Don't worry, after eating, we will seize these from the American soldiers."
The Americans have plenty of canned meat."
No one is more skillful than Xia Yuan when it comes to exploring the enemy's camps.
In the past, many American supply trucks were driven out, and the cans seized were not based on cans or boxes, but on trucks.
They were all driving out one by one.
"You kid, don't talk nonsense. Whether we can find the troops now is still a problem. And with me as a burden, you might not be able to get out." The elder Liu said with a bitter smile.
"Don't say those depressing words. There is no such thing as being burdensome or not."
Xia Yuan squatted on the ground and was making a simple spoon. He made a simple spoon by wrapping a wooden stick and an empty can.
There is a lot of fried noodles and the fire is high, and the paste in the pot quickly becomes sticky.
Zhou Mao took another large amount of snow and poured it into the pot.
Xia Yuan asked him: "Brother Mao, how is your hand?"
"It doesn't matter." Zhou Mao shook his head.
"Come and warm yourself by the fire."
Xia Yuan made way for Zhou Mao.
Zhou Mao was not polite and squatted next to Xia Yuan, taking out his red, swollen and cracked palm. Bright red blood flowed from the cracked position and dried on the palm.
As soon as the fire burned, Zhou Mao felt that his cold palms had regained a lot of warmth. He turned around and said: "Now that it's warmed up, this smokeless stove is really easy to use. I guess if we light a fire and cook under the eyes of the American devils, they may not be able to do it."
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"We still have to be careful. We are now separated from the main force. We don't know whether the direction we are going is accurate. Maybe we have been surrounded by the enemy."
Xiao Heping's sense of urgency was quite good. He held his gun, stood on a rock, and looked around.
"Don't say those depressing words. Our large troops rush over and the American devils can't hold on." Zhou Mao is very optimistic. He believes that falling behind will not have much impact. They are a cooking class, and even falling behind will have little impact on combat effectiveness.
It will be huge.
As for eating, there is no need to worry.
After entering the DPRK, for such a long time, they only made fires to cook a handful of times, and spent the most time traveling. Most of the time, the soldiers hurriedly ate a bite of fried noodles, canned food and rice confiscated from the American devils.
Biscuits, a bite of snow, and then hurried on.
"What Mr. Zhou said makes sense, but we still have to find the troops and we can't keep falling behind."
Old Liu was leaning on the stone, covered with a quilt, and his face was as pale as a piece of brittle paper.
The corners of his mouth twitched when he spoke.
Although the wound was treated simply, without any medication, the broken bones stimulated Old Liu's brain nerves from time to time. He did not dare to scream. Among the people present, he was the oldest.
The backbone of this team.
If even he can't hold it, then the morale of this team will be low, and whether they can find a large force is still a serious problem.
Translator Zhao did not speak, squatting next to the smokeless stove, using the heat escaping from the smokeless stove to bake his body.
The continuous traveling and tossing put his spirit on the verge of collapse. If it weren't for the fact that this group of soldiers were younger than him and had strong wills, he subconsciously believed that he was older and had to set a good example.
I'm afraid Translator Zhao has collapsed a long time ago.
"Translator Zhao, the climate in North Korea is bad enough."
Old Liu saw Translator Zhao with his head down and not talking, so he chatted with him.
"Bad enough."
Zhao Ruilong rubbed his palms. Someone chatted with him, and his mood indeed improved a lot.
The elder Liu likes to tease new comrades on weekdays, but he is also unambiguous when it comes to comforting people. After going back and forth, the two of them became familiar with each other, and Xia Yuan and others clearly felt that Translator Zhao's mood had improved.
"It's time to eat. It's time to eat."
Xia Yuan stirred the noodle soup in the pot and shouted with a smile.
The bowls they used to eat were empty cans seized from the enemy. Each person filled a bowl and sat on the ground and ate silently.
It was obvious that everyone was very hungry.
Today's rice is batter, with some canned bacon and wild vegetables that Zhou Mao found.
Compared to the fried noodles we ate along the way and the snow water we drank, they tasted so delicious.
"Eat more, there's still more in the pot."
Old Liu greeted and gave Xia Yuan a piece of meat in the bowl.
Xia Yuan moved his position and said, "Squad leader, you need nutrition now."
The elder Liu laughed and scolded: "You brat, I don't know what's going on with my body. Come here quickly."
"You can eat it, I have it." Xia Yuan turned aside and ignored the elder Liu.
"Heping, come here." When the elder Liu saw that Xia Yuan was not moving, he called to Xiao Heping again.
Xiao Heping ignored it and squatted on the stone, eating loudly.
Zhou Mao was cooking a pot and ignored him.
Needless to say, Translator Zhao, there wasn't much meat in the pot. Xia Yuan divided the only meat between Translator Zhao and the elder Liu. Translator Zhao squatted by the pot and drank the noodle soup, leaving only the meat slices in the bowl.
"Translator Zhao, I'll serve it to you." When Zhou Mao saw that Translator Zhao had finished eating, he took the initiative to serve Translator Zhao a meal.
"No, no, no, I'll do it myself."
When translator Zhao was serving rice, he poured the meat in the bowl into the pot, filled half a bowl of salty paste, and squatted aside to eat.