The vast mountain roads are steep and straight, and the roads are rugged.
The snow covering the mountains and fields cannot reach the sun and will not melt all day long. The wind blowing from the canyon is biting and cold, like a sharp knife, tearing the skin of the soldiers.
After trekking hard, the soldiers' clothes were covered with wind and frost, their shoes were soaked through, and they stuck to their feet with coldness. Their feet were numb from the cold, and they lost all feeling.
Xia Yuan raised his head and looked at the distance, where the mountains and rivers were undulating, stretching beyond the horizon, and his heart moved.
"The five mountains are meandering and the waves are flowing, and the Wumeng is majestic and the mud balls are moving."
There was another roar from the distance, and the soldiers looked up one after another. In the distant sky, at the end of their sight, several "big birds" appeared.
"Hurry and hide! Hurry and hide!"
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The long queue quickly became chaotic, with figures heading into the forest everywhere.
The soldiers rushed into the snow, knelt down, and curled up into a ball, so that the cotton clothes worn behind them could cover their whole bodies. In this way, the soldiers seemed to be invisible and disappeared into the forest.
Xia Yuan lay quietly in the snow, looking up and staring at the narrow sky. Several US military fighter planes roared past, rolling up the white snow on the top of the mountain and scattering it down the mountain.
"American planes have been flying more frequently these days." Xiao Heping, holding his gun and lying on the ground, turned to Xia Yuan and told Xia Yuan.
"This shows that the American devils are getting anxious." Xia Yuan looked calm. He knew a lot about the Korean War. Most of the worlds he traveled through were about the Korean War, so when he returned to the real world, he would read some history about the Korean War when he had time.
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As the volunteers began to enter North Korea and severely damaged the U.S. military in Yunshan, these American devils also began to react belatedly.
These air forces are heading towards the rear.
"Why are they flying back? Shouldn't they be supporting the trapped American soldiers?" Zhou Mao didn't quite understand. It stands to reason that the American planes should be mainly aimed at the front line.
"These fighter jets are not the same as those on the front lines."
Xia Yuan simply told the two of them about long-range bombing, "These aircraft have the ability to strike targets at long range. They can fly far and high, and they are heading for the supply line behind us."
"What! Heading for our supply line?" Zhou Mao and Xiao Heping were shocked.
As members of the cooking squad, they are very familiar with the current food surplus of the army. Their company has basically no food, and they still rely on the three boxes of cans Xia Yuan brought back from the division headquarters to support themselves until now.
Logistics supplies have not been available for the past few days, which shows that their logistics supplies are already facing considerable pressure.
However, the American devils were not willing to give up. They still dispatched so many planes every day to fly behind them and bomb their supply lines.
Xia Yuan knew in his heart that this situation would not be solved for a while. Even during the fifth battle, the army's shortage of food and ammunition was very serious.
As long as the Volunteer Army does not have air supremacy for a day, this situation will not be alleviated for a day.
There is no way around this.
Fighter planes roared over the canyon, and the deafening roar echoed among the mountains and rivers. After everything fell into calm, everyone came out of the woods and found their troops.
The interference of the enemy air force not only made it difficult for the volunteers to supply food and ammunition, but also caused a serious shortage of urgently needed dressings for the wounded. The hospital had no choice but to wash the used dressings and reuse them.
The valley stream was flowing, and the elder Liu was sitting at the entrance of the cave, dragging his broken leg, staring at the mountains in the distance.
There was a roar in the sky, and female nurse Hao Xiuzhi ran over with a washing basin and shouted breathlessly: "Liu Xuecheng, get in quickly, the enemy plane is coming!"
When the elder Liu heard this, nurse Zhang Fuying ran over and helped the elder Liu hide at the entrance of the cave. "Xiuzhi, I asked him to bask in the sun. It's okay."
Hao Xiuzhi ran into the cave, put down the basin, raised her head and looked at the sky in the distance, worried: "There are more and more American imperialist planes, and they have less time to clean the dressings."
"What's going on?" Old Liu stared at the blood-stained gauze in the basin.
"The U.S. imperialist planes blocked our rear. I heard from the director that we couldn't even transport our dressings. The hospital was almost running out of dressings. I thought, isn't there a river at the foot of this mountain? The wounded
I can go to the river to clean the dressing we changed, and as long as it is cleaned, it can be used again."
Hao Xiuzhi said with a smile: "In this way, the pressure on logistics can be reduced."
Zhang Fuying stared at Hao Xiuzhi's red and swollen hands and said distressedly: "It's so cold today, your hands are frozen like this."
"Sister Fuying, my hands are not in the way. If the wounded don't have dressings, they will be in big trouble." Hao Xiuzhi had worry on her delicate face.
"In this way, I will clean up with you. The strength of two people is better than the strength of one person, so our cleaning efficiency will be higher." Zhang Fuying said.
"Sister Fuying, that's great." Hao Xiuzhi looked at the sky happily: "The enemy's plane has flown away."
"Let's go, I'll come with you!" Zhang Fuying said, "Liu Xuecheng, you can continue to bask in the sun. Be more cautious next time. If you hear a U.S. imperialist plane flying over, hide quickly."
"The dressings in the hospital are so tight." Old Liu was sitting at the entrance of the cave, thinking that Xia Yuan had seized a lot of medical supplies at the American camp and later handed them over to the division headquarters. It is estimated that those medical supplies have been used in the field hospital.
However, there were too many injured people, and the logistics were not available, so the inventory of dressings used was getting smaller and smaller.
If the logistics can't come up, maybe they can be captured from the front line.
Old Liu thought to himself.
With Zhang Fuying's help, Hao Xiuzhi's pressure was greatly reduced. They used their rest time to wash the dressing in the cold stream, braving enemy planes' fire.
It was not just one or two pieces, but a large number of bloody bandages. This washing did not take a day or two. Every day, the wounded had to change new bandages, and the replaced bandages had to be taken out for cleaning, and there were not just one or two wounded.
, but dozens or hundreds.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The bloody bandage dyed the entire stream blood red, flowing along the winding stream.
It was freezing cold, and when they put their hands into the cold stream, it felt as if thousands of needles were piercing the skin of their palms, which was painful, but they gritted their teeth and persisted. Their delicate hands were dyed red with blood, and they
It was red and swollen from the freezing cold water, and the skin was glowing purple.
Enemy planes would come to cause trouble from time to time, circling and strafing, so they would lie down to avoid it. The enemy planes would circle and fly away, and they would get up and continue washing, intermittently, often spending a lot of time clearing the dressings, so that they had much less time to rest.
However, they used this method to solve the problem of not being able to transport dressings.
Such serious problems have occurred in field hospitals, let alone on the front lines.
San San Wu Tian is now heading south along the highway, heading straight to Feihu Mountain.
This road was the main road used by the US military when they fled. The towns and villages on both sides of the road were severely damaged by the US military.
The tragic scenes of the burning villages, the young, old, and women dying on the side of the ravine road were deeply imprinted in the minds of all the commanders and soldiers of the 335th Regiment.
Captain Sun could never forget the desolate scenes he saw along the way. He told instructor Hu: "These are good teaching materials for the army. When the soldiers see these, they will understand the significance of our entry into Korea and drive away the invaders."
Give the North Korean people a peaceful country."
Captain Sun's original name was Sun Xiangcheng. He was a fighting hero and model worker of the 38th Army. During the Northeast Liberation War, he participated in more than 30 large and small battles and made seven major contributions.
Although Company Commander Sun may be thought of as a tough guy, he actually has a delicate mind. He has a fine style of unity, friendship, hardship and simplicity, and patient management. He often gives his allowance to the soldiers to compensate for the losses of the masses, or to buy urgently needed daily necessities for the soldiers.
With his excellent style and kind personality, Sun Xiangcheng was deeply loved by the soldiers.
After he stepped into the war-torn land of Korea, he was deeply aware of the enemy's ferocity and thought that these tragic scenes must never be allowed to happen again on the land of his motherland.
He looked at instructor Hu with firm eyes and said in an extremely firm tone: "We must severely attack the American bandits and help the Korean people keep their country!"
At this time, the scout caught up with him, panting and hurriedly reporting: "Company commander, there is a Korean child in the ditch who is still alive!"
Captain Sun was shocked, "Take me there quickly!"
Company Commander Sun and Instructor Hu followed the correspondent to the ditch on the roadside and took a look. They saw a woman in her thirties lying in a pool of blood. She was wearing a red top and a white skirt. A bullet had penetrated her chest.
Xintong was carrying a bamboo basket behind her. There were some quilts in the frame. A child was squirming in the quilt between the frames. These quilts were soaked by the cold river water and were wet.
Company Commander Sun and Instructor Hu rushed over and picked up the child. It looked like she was over a year old, and she was already turning purple from the cold.
The investigator said with a trembling voice: "Company commander, what should we do? She is freezing to death."
Captain Sun said nothing, silently unbuttoned his cotton-padded clothes, and warmed the little girl in his arms. After a while, she began to scratch with her hands, making a faint cry, and desperately sucked on Captain Sun's face with her small mouth.
Captain Sun couldn't help but shed tears.
Instructor Hu and the soldiers also cried.
"F*ck those American devils!" some soldiers cried and cursed.
Captain Sun chewed biscuits, fed them to the child, and then said to Translator Zhao: "Translator Zhao, tell the uncle to take this child in."
Each company and battalion will take a guide with them during the march.
The guide of the third company was an old Korean man.
Translator Zhao translated Captain Sun's words to the North Korean old man, who shook his head in embarrassment.
Captain Sun said: "Uncle, I can't go to war with my child on my back."
Translator Zhao was at the side translating.
The old man was silent and finally agreed.
Uncle Sun gave the old man a pack of biscuits and the few Korean coins he had on him, and instructor Hu also took out the money he had on him.
Translator Zhao took out a pen from his breast pocket.
When instructor Hu saw this, he said: "Translator Zhao, you can keep this pen."
Translator Zhao shook his head: "Company Commander Sun, there is no use for me to keep this pen. Maybe it can be of some use to him."
Instructor Hu fell silent.
Company Commander Sun told the old man to bring up the child. She is the daughter of the Korean people.
The old man was so excited that he cried and talked for a long time. Interpreter Zhao cried and translated: "Company Commander Sun, he said that as long as I am here, he will raise the child to adulthood. Then I will tell her that it was the Chinese People's Volunteers who saved her!"
The cold wind howled, blowing the red eyes of the soldiers.
Captain Sun held the old man's hand tightly and said, "Please!"
Instructor Hu seized this living teaching material and conducted another anti-American education on the cadres and soldiers of the entire company on the spot.
The soldiers had red eyes and expressed their determination to avenge the children. Company Commander Sun said to instructor Hu: "Don't worry, Old Hu. If we don't defeat the American devils, I will be sorry for this child."
In the back row, the position belongs to the cooking class. After the elder Liu left, the cooking class seemed to have no backbone. Zhou Mao and Xiao Heping regarded Xia Yuan as the backbone of the cooking class. This was entirely because of Xia Yuan's performance when they fell behind. Almost
To an extent they could not imagine.
The hateful education made the two of them have red eyes, clenched their fists hard, and looked furious.
The simplicity of the era, the simplicity of the soldiers, and the special circumstances of the era allowed the ideological work of the army to be carried out very smoothly.
Even Xia Yuan, who comes from a modern society, couldn't help but hate the US military when faced with anti-American education.
He thought of the Changjin Lake, Shangganling, and 180th Division that he had experienced, and the sacrificed soldiers who all died tragically at the gunpoint of the US military.
After entrusting the child to the old Korean man, the troops set off again. They crossed the road and soon converged with the first battalion.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! As you move forward, the mountains on both sides are getting higher and higher, and the tops of the mountains are covered with snow, like a high mountain with white hair.
The guide told Captain Sun: "Feihu Mountain is not far from here."
As we continued walking, more and more planes appeared in the sky, so that the whole battalion had to go into the mountains and climb over the mountains and ridges.
"Old man, how far is it from Feihu Mountain?"
"Come on, come on, we're almost there."
During the day, the troops were also on their way. In order to hurry up and reach Feihu Mountain, they had not slept a wink all day and night. The soldiers were tired, sleepy and hungry.
While resting in a mountain field, Xia Yuan heard the sound of a stream flowing. He took Xiao Heping and Zhou Mao forward and found a small stream flowing down from the mountain.
"There's water!"
Zhou Mao was so happy that he unscrewed the lid of the marching kettle and took a full bottle.
Walking along the road, the chances of encountering rivers are much less, and most of the snow on both sides of the road has melted. The water in the marching water bottle has been drunk long ago, and everyone has long been thirsty. The discovery of this creek is of great significance to
For a battalion, this is undoubtedly good news.
The first battalion commander summoned Company Commander Sun for a meeting: "Feihu Mountain is coming soon, and we found a stream again. Please hurry up and ask the cooking teams of each company to set up the pots, dig smokeless stoves on the spot, and seize the time to light a fire to cook and replenish your physical strength."
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The smokeless stove invented by Xia Yuan was very suitable for cooking in the cooking team during marches and wars.
During training in China, his smokeless stove spread throughout the army and received awards from the military. In addition, Xia Yuan could be said to be a celebrity in the entire army due to the incredible distance he could throw.
Make a fire to cook and take a rest.
At around four o'clock in the afternoon, they finally arrived at Feihu Mountain and hid in a valley, waiting for orders.