Second Lieutenant Andrew came from the metropolitan New York. He heard that joining the army would allow him to be stationed abroad and enjoy a better life, so he resolutely joined the U.S. Army and became a logistics clerk for the 1st Cavalry Division of the U.S. Army in Japan.
Although the Korean War started, Second Lieutenant Andrew had deep confidence in the strength of the United States. Because he was proficient in multiple languages, he was able to handle various complicated logistical tasks with ease and was highly valued.
The food and drink of American soldiers have always been luxurious. In order to keep the morale of the soldiers strong, Second Lieutenant Andrew must devote himself to his work.
You must know that the U.S. Army's Munitions Department has issued strict targets: it must ensure that every soldier can eat fresh vegetables and meat every day, and the same food must not be eaten every week. In addition, various non-staple foods and fruits must be supplied, and the officials must continue to
There are requirements for the weight and size of the fruit.
If you move your mouth at the top, your legs will be broken at the bottom. This is really what he wants.
How to get fresh fruit for the big soldiers in the dead of winter is not an easy task. When someone said that they could get apples, the major officer in charge of the logistics of the 8th Regiment immediately kicked Second Lieutenant Andrew out.
"No matter what you do, go and get me the five tons of apples that officer Nanbang said."
With such an order, Second Lieutenant Andrew was forced to join a strange convoy and set off overnight to transport apples. The 'Nam Bang Second Lieutenant' who organized the convoy pointed him to a location on the map, which seemed to be indeed the South
The forward position of the 15th Bang Regiment.
It's just too far forward.
"We found those abandoned apples while chasing the Chinese Communist Army. It was indeed close to the front line, but please believe me, I won't lie to you." This was the explanation given by 'Second Lieutenant Park', with a sincere look on his face
His smile seemed reliable.
In addition to Second Lieutenant Andrew and the driver of the convoy, there was also a subordinate of 'Second Lieutenant Park' in the same car - a 'Nanbang Non-commissioned Officer' with the same honest smile. This non-commissioned officer was responsible for guiding the way, and was also responsible for constantly looking at Andrew with a flattering expression.
The ensign chuckled.
This smile made Lieutenant Andrew a little uneasy, but he really couldn't tell what was unsettling. After all, Asians seemed to be extremely shy, reserved, reticent, and unsociable, and could not stand up straight in front of white people.
It's good to keep smiling.
In contrast, 'Second Lieutenant Park' seems too active, not at all like an Asian. Moreover, he is also tall and a bit outrageous. He is even taller than many American soldiers, but he smiles charmingly.
It looks relatively normal.
While thinking wildly, the convoy suddenly stopped. Second Lieutenant Andrew discovered that there was an additional checkpoint on the road. Under the illumination of the car lights, several Nanbang soldiers were standing on the roadside in front of them for inspection.
Seeing that it was the American man's truck, the Nanbang soldier in charge quickly ran up, nodded and bowed, and asked Second Lieutenant Andrew about the destination.
"Oh, we are the First Division of the U.S. Cavalry..." Andrew was about to explain his purpose through the car window.
But the 'Nanbang sergeant' who had been sitting in the driver's cab and accompanied him suddenly opened the door and jumped out of the car. He rushed forward in a vicious manner and slapped the Nanbang soldiers who were inspecting him.
'Baga', 'Baga', 'Baga'... I yelled 'Baga' several times, and the 'Nanbang Sergeant' who kept smiling slapped me in the face several times. His hands were so strong that the sound of the slaps could be heard in the night.
The snap made Second Lieutenant Andrew feel a little frightened.
The Nanbang soldiers who were slapped were stunned, but the slap of this "Nanbang Sergeant" was not enough. He ran to the checkpoint in a rage, chased and beat the other Nanbang soldiers, and finally brutally beat him.
The sentry post was pushed away by the horse.
Just like that, the Nanbang soldiers at the checkpoint did not dare to resist, but could only endure it silently. When the "Nanbang Sergeant" had vented enough, he returned to the truck and gave Second Lieutenant Andrew a blow again.
Smiling vigorously.
"Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah..." "Sergeant Nanbang" smiled charmingly and stretched out his hand to signal the truck to continue moving forward. His strange pronunciation made people laugh.
This scene made Second Lieutenant Andrew stunned, but the American driver at the beginning restarted the car and continued to move forward. The driver even said to the stunned young second lieutenant: "Don't worry, this is the custom of Asians, theirs
Those at the top have privileges, and class is insurmountable."
"It's terrible. I got angry just because I was blocked. I'm really glad that I'm an American now." Second Lieutenant Andrew tried to calm himself down. But when he saw 'Sergeant Nanbang' getting on the bus again, he couldn't help but feel respectful to this seemingly respectful person.
The Asian natives are a little more disgusted.
Just after "venting", the "Nanbang Sergeant" who got back on the bus breathed a sigh of relief. Second Lieutenant Andrew felt that the other party had been tense, but after passing the checkpoint, he relaxed a little.
After getting back on the road, the rest of the journey was relatively simple. At most, the convoy entered the mountainous area from the beach of the Qingchuan River, and the road became more and more difficult. But the further into the mountainous area, the 'Nanbang Sergeant' who was responsible for reading the map and guiding the road became more and more difficult.
Getting more and more excited.
But the driver of the leading car of the convoy frowned because there was no road in the mountains. Finally, when the convoy stopped at the foot of a mountain, the driver shouted angrily: "This Nan Bang Monkey must have pointed the wrong way, here.
It’s definitely not an army station, there are mountains everywhere!”
Second Lieutenant Andrew also felt that something was wrong with the situation. Although according to the map, the 15th Nanbang Regiment was indeed stationed in several mountains near Yunshan City. But the mountainous area in front of him with the cold wind howling in the dark night was simply like a devil's cave in hell.
It's scary and makes people shudder.
"Hey..., are we going the wrong way?" Second Lieutenant Andrew asked first in English and then in Korean.
But the 'Nanbang Sergeant' who had been respectful just now ignored the American man's question this time. He jumped out of the car, took out a lighter and lit a torch, then walked to the front of the motorcade holding the torch, shaking it, and shouted loudly
shouting.
"I am from the Second Battalion of the 347th Regiment of the 116th Division of the 39th Army of the Chinese People's Liberation Army. My squad leader is Mr. Zhou. I went out for reconnaissance and came back. I brought back six American prisoners, five trucks, and a lot of
canned meat, a dozen machine guns, several mortars, and a large-caliber heavy artillery piece.
I'm back, I'm really back!"
The cold wind in the mountains spread the roaring shouts far away. Hearing the shouts, the American driver of the convoy still didn’t understand what was happening, but Second Lieutenant Andrew suddenly felt a cold air pouring in from the soles of his feet.
to the top of the head.
"What is this Nanbang monkey shouting? Can he call out people from this mountain?" Looking at the shouting "Nanbang Sergeant" under the light of the car lights, the American driver of the lead vehicle asked Second Lieutenant Andrew.
Second Lieutenant Andrew was already in a state of despair and said incoherently: "Oh God, we have been deceived. This man is not a soldier of the Nanbang Army, he is a soldier of the Chinese Communist Party, he is a volunteer army."
Before he finished speaking, dozens or hundreds of armed soldiers emerged from the grass around the convoy. Their clothes were ragged, their faces were thin, and their equipment was shabby. They were starving in the mountains, but the look in their eyes when they saw the convoy