Chapter XXVIII

"Yo ho!" As soon as the head of the regiment Chu entered the house, he was startled by the captives sitting all over the ground.

"Hello Commander!" When we saw Commander Chu, we all stood up and saluted, and even the captives stood up.

"What's going on?" Maybe it was because he had helped Commander Chu translate a few times, and as soon as he entered the room, he recognized me, walked directly to me, pointed at the captives and asked, "These soldiers ......?"

"Report to the head of the group." I said proudly: "There are fifty-four prisoners we have captured, and the others are watching in the next room!" ”

"What a reputation." Unexpectedly, as soon as Commander Chu's face was relieved, he reprimanded us: "Grab the prisoners and send two people back, the soldiers are chasing the enemy outside, you ......"

Head Chu pointed his fingers in front of us, blushed and said, "Ah...... It's better for you to hide in the house and roast and nibble on canned beef! Do you know that the comrades outside are bleeding and dying with hunger! All of them, let's go into battle right away! ”

"Yes!" A few of us couldn't lift our heads when Commander Chu said this, so we hurriedly sorted out our equipment and walked out.

When I walked out of the door, I realized that my previous thinking was wrong, there is no merit in the volunteer army, merit is merit, merit is fault, and having merit does not mean that you can make some small mistakes and not be criticized. It's like we've taken so many captives, but that doesn't mean we're going to be able to enjoy a special service like a moment of food and clothing in that hut.

"Oh my God......" I cried out in my heart, and at some point even I thought that "food and clothing" was a special service. It is no wonder that the Chinese people call the volunteers "the loveliest people", and at this time, I deeply felt the spirit of the volunteer soldiers who lived endlessly and fought endlessly.

"Comrade, comrade!" After running for a while, Political Commissar Chen Ye chased after him out of breath, and said breathlessly: "Comrade, I know you, you are the comrade who came up with the idea that night in Wenjing!" ”

"Hello commissar!" I stopped and saluted.

"Comrade, don't take the words of the regiment commander to heart." Chen Ye patted me on the shoulder and said, "The head of the regiment has such a hot temper, he is very strict with people, and he is the most lazy. ”

"Yes!" I don't know what to say, in fact, I also think that Commander Chu is right, in the same army, we should share weal and sorrow with our comrades, and we should not be lazy for some reason.

"Comrade, you did a great job!" Chen Ye continued: "After capturing so many prisoners and getting some food and ammunition for the troops, we have fought well, and we must continue to work hard." However, you must remember that we are revolutionary soldiers, and we must have the spirit of enduring hardships and standing hard work, the spirit of selfless dedication, and the spirit of sacrifice. ”

"Yes!" I stood up again and secretly screamed in my heart: Mom, it turns out that this is the legendary ideological and political work, and I would rather let Captain Chu scold him again.

"Hmm......" Chen Yeben was about to continue, but he seemed to remember something, stopped and said, "Okay! The military situation is urgent, the 38th Army is still blocking in front of us, go and chase the enemy! Grab a few more captives and show them to me, and I'll give you credit!" ”

"Yes!" I turned around and ran away with Huzi and the others as if I had been released, and that speed, even if I chased my beloved beauty back then, I had never been so fast.

At the same time, I couldn't help but chuckle in my heart, the Thirty-Eighth Army? Isn't that the Thirty-Eighth Army, known as the Banzai Army?

The 38th Army is powerful, but in the first battle, because it did not penetrate to the predetermined place on time, the puppet Eighth Division escaped from the encirclement, for which the commander of the 38th Army was scolded by Mr. Peng!

Oh yes! Only then did I remember that we were chasing the Pseudo-Eighth Division...... Thinking of this, I couldn't help but slow down.

"What's wrong? Platoon Commander Choi? Seeing that I had slowed down, Huzi turned back and asked suspiciously.

"Sensei chased, can't catch up." I said angrily: "The 38th Army can't stop the enemy, how can our two legs outrun the enemy's four wheels!" ”

"Platoon commander!" The old squad leader stopped and said to me in a deep voice: "Captain Chu has taught me the right lesson, we can't be criticized, so we will desert!" Don't take it to heart, ah! ”

"Ah, I ......" I was speechless for a while, and I didn't know how to explain it, so I had no choice but to run forward with everyone, and I was so depressed in my heart, thinking that sometimes I really knew that the result was not a good thing.

I don't know if it's because I have the strength to eat canned food or because I'm used to running, but I don't feel tired or sleepy when I start running, but I know in my heart that I'm doing useless work, and my thoughts are misunderstood and I feel a little depressed.

The sky in North Korea brightened up quickly, perhaps because of the reflection of light from the snow everywhere, it was still gray just now, but the surrounding scenery became clear in the blink of an eye. I looked up at the sky with some concern, and the sun was gradually rising in the east, illuminating half of the sky, but the mountains beneath the sun were even darker. As soon as the sky is light, in order to protect the puppet Eighth Army and escape safely, it will be time for the US planes to sort.

But I didn't receive any order to stop the pursuit, was it too late to convey the order from the regimental headquarters? Or do you think that the 38th Army is blocking the enemy in front and is desperate to pursue the enemy for the sake of the overall consideration of the operation?

The communications equipment of the Chinese Volunteers is extremely backward, and only the regimental headquarters and above are equipped with radio stations, and all the communication between units below the battalion level depends on correspondents. So in such a situation of pursuing the enemy, it is quite possible that the troops will lose contact with the regimental command. I wondered with anxiety whether I should give the order to stop the pursuit of the enemy without an order from the regimental headquarters. Otherwise, if we are discovered by enemy planes, we will only be beaten.

But I finally dispelled this idea, because it is the duty of a soldier to obey orders, and I thought bitterly in my heart: I hope that all the American pilots ate their stomachs last night, or overslept all of them, otherwise my life will ...... Hey, what a good spirit, I haven't started praying yet! The hum of airplanes was heard in the sky......

Everyone involuntarily stopped, realizing what was about to happen.

Looking towards the not-so-dazzling sunlight, dozens of Mustang fighters flew in this direction in five columns. Several of them seemed to have spotted their targets, leaving the column to drop bombs and strafe them.

"What to do?" The old squad leader asked.

Looking around, there was an open space full of snow, there was no place to hide at all, and the few of us were as obvious as a few black rat droppings in a pot of white porridge. Everyone couldn't help but turn their eyes to me again.

Two wild horses were flying towards us with a terrible roar, their silver-white wings reflecting the blinding sunlight, as if to show us off their might. The oval-shaped nose is facing us, and at any moment it can shoot countless bullets and knock us into a sieve.

"Dog's fight with you!" Huzi raised the rifle in his hand and aimed at the enemy plane, but I pressed him down.

"Wave!" I shouted, "Everyone wave in unison and cheer!" ”

Then I took the lead in raising my hands and cheering at the enemy plane, and everyone understood, and immediately followed suit, Huzi was no exception, and what was quite surprising was that he shouted very loudly and devotedly, and after listening carefully, I found that he was shouting: "I ...... Exercise...... You...... Old...... Mother ......"

"Woo......" Mustang flew over our heads without danger, and the wind currents lifted my hat to the snow, but fortunately, I secretly wiped a handful of sweat, and it was not my head that was removed.

"Platoon commander, give!" With a smile on his face, the old squad leader picked up the hat on the ground and handed it to me, his eyes full of admiration and trust. Look at Huzi and the other warriors, all looking at me in a daze.

I knew in my heart that if they still thought in their hearts that I was not qualified to be their platoon commander, then after these battles, they had completely accepted me, and had an indescribable trust and even blind obedience to me. It's like they always push the problem on me when they have a problem right now.

That's the habit, right? When I was a child, I heard a story about the sheep keeper who deliberately put a wooden stick in front of the door when he drove the sheep out of the sheepfold, and the sheep could easily jump out of the stick, and when the last sheep was left, even if the sheep keeper pulled the stick, the last sheep would still jump out.

In the same way, in front of my comrades-in-arms such as Huzi and the old squad leader, I made the right decision again and again, and one day when I made a wrong decision, they would not hesitate to do it. Maybe the military needs this kind of blind obedience!

I glanced at the crowd who were happy to have deceived the American plane, and ordered: "Run!" ”

"Yes!"

Sure enough, without asking, they lined up in columns as I ordered, and right above our heads, countless Mustang warplanes whizzed around.

What surprised me even more was that whenever we passed a hill or a patch of grass, there were always a few hidden volunteer soldiers who jumped out and followed the team, so the group behind me grew bigger and bigger, and soon grew to several hundred people.

My majesty, that enjoyment! With a team of several hundred people, this is still a platoon commander, how can I say that he is also a battalion commander! Maybe there will be a few battalion commanders in this team! And this team is also like a divine help, the enemy planes are flying around, but they do not hurt us in the slightest, and there are even a few planes that are circling in circles to provide us with warning and protection......

Perhaps because of the lack of fuel, the Mustang fighters flew all the way after more than half an hour, but we still marched all the way in a neat team and drove to the Qingchuan River without danger before dark.

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What I didn't know was that because of this small act, the US Intelligence Agency received two different versions of the intelligence from the puppet soldiers and the pilots. The puppet army stressed over and over again that there were a large number of communist troops chasing after them and asking for air force support. The American pilot, on the other hand, confidently said: The troops of the Republic of Korea are under our protection, everything is under control, and there is no sign of a large force behind them.

The director of the intelligence bureau, Feppis, laughed when he saw it: "These troops of the Republic of Korea were frightened like rats by a few stragglers of the Red Elements and ran to the Cheongchon River!" ”