I was flying in a helicopter, and the thunderstorm was with me all the time, and I didn't even know if Jin Qiulian was alive or dead, because I didn't have the time or extra hands to check her injuries. All I could do was steer myself in the darkness and not let the helicopter deviate from its course.

What awaits us? Running out of fuel and crashing a machine? Or even if we reach Mt. Baekdu, we will become two nameless corpses because we can't find that mountain 'cave'?

I've thought about all of this, but I don't have a choice but to move on.

I don't know how long I drove it, but suddenly there were a few muffled noises below, and then bursts of fire broke out around the plane, and the fuselage also 'swung' a few times with a violent earthquake, I am not surprised that I have experience in the battlefield, I know that this is a ground anti-aircraft gun is firing at me, what can make the ground troops fire at me without saying anything? The most likely thing is that I'm crossing the border, in other words, I'm not far from my goal.

There was another 'boom' sound, followed by a few machine-gun popping sounds, and then I realized that there was another unknown danger in my path.

"Jin Qiulian! Jin Qiulian "I freed up a hand and pushed Jin Qiulian beside me, at this time I definitely don't want to leave me at this last moment."

"Hmm! "Maybe it was because I touched her wound and made her feel painful, and that's when I came to my heart, at least I knew that all my efforts and sacrifices were not in vain.

So I gritted my teeth, clenched the '' longitudinal pole and drove the helicopter all the way forward, and the sound of machine guns and explosions became more and more intense, I thought that if it weren't for the fact that the North Korean fighters were not advanced enough to fight in the rainy night, I was afraid that there would have been fighters coming to intercept them by now.

But it didn't seem to make a difference, because there were a few pops next to me, I don't know if it was bullets or shrapnel that pierced the helicopter's armor, I just knew that the wind and rain quickly poured in through the gap, and they swept through the helicopter like a demon, including the air and temperature on me!

With a lightning bolt that broke the sky, the familiar figure of Baektu Mountain appeared in front of me, and I couldn't help but feel wide in my heart, where did I dare to have the slightest slackness, adjust the direction of the plane and rush towards Baektu Mountain!

With two explosions, the helicopter vibrated violently for a while and quickly lost its balance, and then the whole world began to spin.

The helicopter was completely out of my control, and I knew that it was now the last moment, so I simply threw away the '' longitudinal pole in my hand and hugged Jin Qiulian beside me.

How I wish time could stop at this moment, but the truth was brutal, I could hear the helicopter propeller roaring as it deformed, "I could feel that we were falling and falling......

There was a loud bang, and I quickly lost all consciousness.

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Boundless darkness, infinite loneliness, I felt as if I was bound by a thousand chains and could not move. I tried to open my eyes, but I couldn't open my eyelids as if they were sewn up: I wanted to roll over and sit up, but I found that my hands and feet were not under my control: I wanted to shout "but I couldn't even move my tongue!"

Is this hell? Or is it what it is when people die? But no matter what, I'm not going to be at the mercy of anyone like that! I tried to break free from these shackles and regain my freedom, so I fought with all my strength and all my mind against the chains that bound me" again and again, again and again......

"Doctor, doctor" I heard an exclamation: "Doctor, he moved, moved......"

The voice was so familiar, so kind, like a mother's cry!

Later I found out that it was indeed my mother calling, because I had returned to modern times.

I regained consciousness three days later, "I fully recovered a month later, I learned from my mother that I had become a vegetative person before, so I began to doubt everything I had experienced, such as the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea, the War of Self-Defense and Counterattack, as well as the battlefield, blood, killing, and even whether Lin Xue, Liu Yun, and Jin Qiulian were real! Could it be that all this was a dream I had when I was lying in a sick 'bed' and became a vegetative person?

However, all this is so "true" that I still clearly remember the hardship and tiredness on the battlefield, and now I can still feel the brotherhood between comrades-in-arms, and I still have a few feelings for Lin Xue in my heart. I can't believe that all this is true, because these are beyond the scope of my short-term knowledge: but I don't want to admit that all this is fake, because I have paid real feelings and even blood and life in it, and I don't want to find out in the end that these are just nothing!

When I asked about the time again, I learned that I had been lying on the sickbed for three years and two months, which was exactly the time I had spent on the battlefield of the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea and the War of Self-Defense and Counterattack against Vietnam......

"Mom" I want to go to Dandong! As a journalist who has been to North Korea, I know that the largest memorial hall to resist US aggression and aid Korea is in Dandong, and I want to see what can prove that I have spent more than three years in the past three years just lying on the 'bed' and dreaming!

"To Dandong?" What are you doing there? The mother was a little suspicious and a little nervous, she stopped what she was doing and said, "Son, you are not fully well, so you should go out of the 'door'"

"Don't worry! Mom, I'm fine now! I stood up and said, "I have something very important to go to Dandong, I have to go!" ”

Mother was stunned for a moment, then nodded her head: "Okay, I'll ask your dad to buy two plane tickets, and you two go together!" ”

"Mom!" I stopped, "I want to go alone!" ”

Mothers in the world are the same, although I am in my thirties, but in their eyes they are still children. In the past, I might have felt annoyed, but for me who came out of the battlefield for three years, there was only warmth and kindness.

At my insistent request, the next day I walked alone into the Memorial Hall to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea in Yinghua Mountain, Dandong. Pictures were placed in front of me, martial arts were displayed in the exhibition hall, and anecdotes were depicted in the articles, and I felt like I had walked into the world that I had been familiar with for a long time, just like walking into my own memories.

It was the rifle used by our army before the re-outfit, and many of our troops carried this rifle to the battlefield when they first entered Korea: it was the rifle used after the re-dressing, Mosin Nagant, this old-fashioned rifle that was eliminated by the Soviet Union was beaten in our hands, but the American imperialists cried wolf: and that, the big eight, the Yankee's standard rifle, I even saw the MIC with a sight that I used......

At this point, I naturally felt the urge to go up and grab the rifle and 'fiddle' with it, but the administrator's stop made me realize my mistake.

I reluctantly took my eyes off the sniper rifle, and it took me a long time to remember the purpose of this trip, which was to find something that could prove that I had stayed on the battlefield to resist US aggression and aid Korea.

But I walked back and forth through the memorial several times and couldn't find anything I wanted to see, even though it was all familiar to me.

Could it really be that all this is Nanke's dream? I don't believe it, the pictures here are so familiar to me, I know how to use the weapons on display, and I even believe that if I were given a real gun, I would still be able to get a good score, which I couldn't imagine as a journalist!

But what does that prove? I was a little frustrated, and all of this didn't prove that I had been in the world in the past. But then again, it's normal to find no information about me here, after all, Cui Wei was a sinner in the era of resisting US aggression and aiding Korea, but Cui Wei during the counterattack against Vietnam belonged to a secret army. It would be strange if all the information about me could be found in the memorial.

"Hello sir! "Just as I was about to leave the memorial hall in despair, a middle-aged 'woman' and 'woman' came up to me and asked, "Are you Mr. Cui Weicui?" ”

"I am!" I was a little surprised, I was sure I didn't know her, and yet she was able to call my name out loud.

"That's right! The 'woman' and 'woman' handed me an envelope and said, "I have been entrusted to give this to you, please accept it!" "Hmm, thank you!" I took the envelope and opened it, it contained two photos, and at first I wondered how someone could send me such a photo, but when I saw the person in the photo, I couldn't help but be stunned.

The person in the first photo is Jin Qiulian, and a few words are simply written on the back: "I'm fine, you can rest assured!" ”

Seeing this, I couldn't help but burst into tears, now I can be sure of two things, one is that I have not only been lying motionless on the 'bed' for more than three years, everything I have experienced is true, and the other is that I finally saved Jin Qiulian, judging from the old degree of this photo, she should have returned to her own era, and listened to my words and survived strongly.

When I woke up from my memories and went back to look for the 'woman' who had 'handed me the letter', I found that she had long since disappeared from the crowd.

Look at the second photo, it is a family photo, I am very Rong Yan found Liu Yun and Yichen in it, they both have their own families and their own children. Only Lin Xue who was sitting in the middle was still alone, and she looked ahead in the photo in a daze, as if she was thinking about something......

Seeing this, I couldn't help but sigh: I still owe an emotional debt after all.

I wanted to go over to find Jin Qiulian, and I also wanted to go to see Lin Xue, but when I thought about it, even if they were still alive at this time, they should be seventy or eighty years old! What can you say when you meet? How to deal with it? They didn't want to see me, too, so they gritted their teeth and broke the idea.

At the same time, I also understood that with more than three years of experience, I believed that the military camp was the most suitable place for me, so I walked towards the way home without any hesitation.