Chapter 368: The Green Mountains Are Immortal, and the Loyal Soul Is Always There (Fourth Update)

When the train from the logistics department of the Pyongyang Volunteer Army slowly approached the temporary stop agreed in advance, the cadres of the logistics station of a certain corps who came to meet them were stunned by the scene in front of them.

Almost every carriage was riddled with bullets, almost every gun emplacement was beaten beyond recognition, and almost every wagon was covered with the remains and blood of volunteer martyrs......

"Where's your commander?"

Looking at everything in front of him, the cadre of the logistics station no longer had the joy of obtaining material things, and only had the heavy pain in his heart, so he grabbed a soldier with his head bandaged and asked loudly: "What about your commander?" Where is he? ”

The person who was questioned was none other than Lieutenant Colonel Kim Bin of the Logistics Bureau of the Korean People's Army, who had long since worn out the uniform of the Korean People's Army, and after taking the Chinese train south, Kim Bin changed into the standard military uniform of the Volunteer Army, which at first glance looked no different from an ordinary soldier of the Volunteer Army.

However, Jin Bin didn't care about this little misunderstanding, when he learned that the other party was the leader of the logistics station of a certain corps of the Volunteer Army who came to pick him up, Jin Bin's eyes were filled with tears, and he said with a crying voice: "Chief, please save Comrade Tianming, he ...... He...... He's dying......"

As he spoke, he pulled the door of the carriage next to him suddenly, and as the light penetrated, the rows of corpses covered by the backs of the carriage on the floor of the carriage appeared in front of everyone's eyes......

"The planes of the American devils attacked very fiercely, and as soon as they rushed out, they were strafed by the US fighters, and I was afraid that they would be bombed so hard that they could not see the number clearly, so I snatched them back, but unfortunately there were many people whose names I didn't know...... So ......"

Jin Bin said and spoke, his eyes were red, and two horizontal tears flowed down, and he didn't dare to think about the scene of the last half hour, which was really using life to ensure the progress of the train, and the so-called speed of life and death was nothing more than that.

In the face of the heroic and fearless progress of the logistics officers and soldiers of the Volunteer Army, the blood hidden in Jin Bin's bones was finally stimulated, and he risked his life to snatch the remains of the sacrificed martyrs into the carriage, but this is all he can do......

Looking at the rows of martyrs' remains, Rao is cadre of the logistics station was accustomed to seeing life and death, and the tiger's eyes couldn't help but be covered with a layer of mist, and he raised his head and endured it for a long time before he didn't let the tears remain, and then he ordered the officers and soldiers of the medical team who came over with him to collect the remains of the martyrs, and then turned his head to Jin Bin and asked, "Where is Comrade Tianming?" ”

"Where ......"

Jin Bin pointed casually, and the cadres of the logistics station saw that at the end of the martyr's body, he was leaning on the broken operating platform and snuggling up to this person, and seeing this, the cadre of the logistics station hurriedly rushed to Song Tianming, who was already seriously injured, in two steps.

But before he could speak, he saw Song Tianming, whose face was covered with blood, raised his eyes weakly, and said weakly with the cadres of the logistics station in front of him: "I...... I...... I probably won't be able to...... You...... You have to stick to it...... Be sure to stick to the station......"

"It's here, Lao Song, I'm Wang Chongxin, you've arrived at the station, you've arrived at the station......"

"It's time to ...... station" Song Tianming smiled weakly when he heard this: "That's good...... That's good......"

As he spoke, Song Tianming only felt that his eyelids seemed to be heavy with lead, and he only felt that a voice sounded in his ears: "Medic, save people...... quickly" His eyes were dark, and he didn't know anything......

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The 2486 batch of trainsets set off on 25 March for three days, transporting more than 200 tons of military logistics materials to the front line, during which the 2486 batch of trainsets repeatedly broke through the US air blockade line, shot down a total of 26 US combat planes of various types, including F-86 fighters, and damaged 13 of them, thus breaking the US air blockade of our army to a certain extent......

This is a passage in the operational report written by the logistics train group of the Volunteer Army under the command of Song Tianming after arriving at the front line, and many years later, this passage was handed down as a part of the war history of a certain logistics unit, but behind it were one vivid name after another.

Some of them have remembered their names and are engraved on the martyrs' wall of which unit, but many more have not even left their names, only the martyrs' monument under the pine and cypress of that mountain is forever commemorating everything they have done......

Perhaps, they did not have the fierce battles of the front-line commanders and fighters, nor the great achievements of the field corps, but what they endured was the same tragedy, and the impact was even more far-reaching!

The front-line troops of the Volunteer Army, which were carrying out a strategic retreat, immediately carried out several powerful counter-assaults against the US troops who rushed over, so much so that the US troops thought that the Volunteers were preparing to launch a counteroffensive and organized defense on the spot, while the front-line corps of the Volunteer Army took advantage of the gap when the US troops were switching from offensive to defensive, quickly disengaged from the US troops, retreated in great strides, and gradually returned to the area of departure for the attack near the 38th parallel, thus breaking the US army's goal of quickly breaking through to encircle and annihilate the heavy army group of the Chinese Volunteers.

Faced with such a result, General Li Qiwei, commander of the US Eighth Army, could only sigh that this was a tactical victory for the Chinese People's Volunteers, so he was forced to abandon the original battle plan, push the battle line north to the vicinity of the 38th parallel, and then stop the attack.

After the second batch of several corps to join the war in Korea arrived in the designated areas of North Korea one after another, the Volunteer Army Command began to re-evaluate its own logistical support capability, and the logistical transportation operations commanded by Song Tianming were included in the scope of the assessment as an important content.

In the end, it was concluded that if the logistics units of the Volunteer Army had the combat capability of the 2486 batch of trainsets, then the logistics supply of the Volunteer Army would be increased by at least 30%.

However, Song Tianming, who received such a high-standard evaluation, was not complacent, but on the day when he was rewarded by the Volunteer Army Headquarters, he came to the foot of a mountain full of green pines on crutches, put a few fruit plates, lit a few cigarettes, and arrived at a few glasses of wine.

Then he took out the fried soybeans prepared in advance, ate them one bite at a time with the spirits, and after he smoked a cigarette silently, he drank all the wine in the bottle, and then put the military merit medal on his chest on the stone in front of the wine glass, raised his drunken and red face, and shouted loudly at Qingshan: "Brothers, this military merit medal is yours!" ”

With that, he turned around on crutches and walked towards the camp step by step, only to feel a touch of moisture called tears in the occasional breeze......

"The green mountains are not old, and the loyal soul is always there!"

At the same time, on a small hill on the outskirts of Pyongyang, the chief of armaments sighed and looked silently at the mountains in the distance again......