Chapter 1 Still comrades-in-arms

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Chapter 1 Still comrades-in-arms

"Coming, coming" The stretcher had just walked out of the enemy's artillery blockade area, and soon a group of volunteer soldiers came up to meet him. They helped the stretchers to carry the stretchers, the wounded to the wounded, and led us to the other side of the col. Some even lined up behind us to shield us from shrapnel that might fly by, which made me feel like I was being offered by the soldiers. Although I was a little reluctant to go down, it was also very useful.

"The chief of staff is not seriously injured" At this time, a familiar voice suddenly sounded behind me, and I couldn't help but be startled. propped up his upper body and looked back, it was not Captain Zhang, who else was there.

"Head Zhang, you, why are you here? Still...... Still carrying a stretcher...... "I was lying down just now, and I didn't see clearly who came to grab the stretcher, and then I realized that it was Head Zhang, and I couldn't help but be shocked: "Head Zhang, stop me, how can I stand it......"

"Lie down for me, this is an order," Commander Zhang commanded in a deep voice.

"Yes" I had no choice but to lie back, but it felt like there was a fire burning in my back.

"You are fighting hard with the devils in Shangganling, bleeding and dying on the battlefield, what is there wrong with me carrying a stretcher" Regiment Commander Zhang said while running: "Comrade Cui Wei, you fought a good battle, all the troops of the Volunteer Army are staring at us, and they all say that you fought bravely, and your superiors have also given our troops a high evaluation." You play a pivotal role in this battle."

"No, no...... It's all the work of the warriors," I hurriedly replied.

It's not that I'm modest, but when I think of the soldiers who died on Shangganling, I don't dare to take the credit for myself.

"I'll talk about this later" Commander Zhang lifted me onto the car that had been prepared, gently put me down in the carriage, patted me on the shoulder and said: "The most important thing at the moment is to heal your wounds, and then come back and continue to fight against US imperialism with us and other things, you don't have to think about it anymore, rest assured to recuperate."

The "health officer" then 'handed over' to the two volunteer soldiers in the car and said: "Take good care of the chief of staff, 'hand' over to the comrades in the hospital, you must give the chief of staff the best 'medicine,' and treat the chief's injuries at all costs, just say that it is an order from the division commander."

"Yes," the two hygienists 'stepped forward' in response.

"Departure" With the order of head Zhang, the car slowly drove towards the north.

The two hygienists carefully lowered the tarpaulin, covered the carriage tightly, and then used flashlights to check my injuries.

The poncho was put down so that the enemy planes would not find out, and the examination of my injuries was due to the result of Commander Zhang's 'confession'. But it's a little too careful, anyone with a discerning eye knows that my injury is not a big deal, but it was just a 'hole' in my foot, and the wound on my shoulder seems to have burst out. And the 'chest' seems to be a little wrong......

Oh my God, when I think about it now, I really hurt a lot. If this is in modern times, it would be strange if it didn't scare me to death, but now, I myself feel that these are just minor injuries that are not worth mentioning

Maybe it's because I saw too many severed hands and feet on the battlefield, or too many dead people, so I took it for granted that it didn't matter if my hands and feet were still on my body and I was still conscious, and even if the pain from the wound made me grit my teeth, I seemed to be used to it now.

As the car shook, the sound of gunfire faded away from me. At this time, the tense nerves in my body slowly relaxed. I coughed lightly twice, and suddenly felt dizzy, sleepy and tired, closed my eyes and slowly fell asleep.

But this sleep was not restful, and it should be said that it was extremely painful. Blood, shells, shouts, and slain enemies kept popping up in my mind, leaving me almost half-asleep. Sometimes he would wake up and scream and choke the hygienist's neck, and only let him go after seeing clearly the hat of the volunteer army on his head, and then he fell asleep in a daze.

In a daze, I vaguely heard the hygienist say anxiously: "What should I do if I have a fever?" The antipyretic 'medicine' has long been used up."

"Let the driver drive faster, be sure to rush to Xiyangli before dawn"

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Of course, when I woke up, it was already the third day. When I woke up, I found myself alone in a private room, with an infusion bottle hanging at the head of the bed, almost non-stop pumping liquid into my body that I didn't know what it was. It wasn't until I came to my senses and was able to eat alone that things got better.

The food is millet porridge with kimchi, the most common thing in North Koreans, and a cooked chicken egg is brought to me every day. There is a regular nurse who changes my 'medicine' on time.

Although this is not unusual for me as a modern person. But I know that being able to have such enjoyment and treatment is already *** level for this difficult war years.

My injuries were exactly what I thought they were, just skin wounds. The most serious thing was the knife wound on the big 'leg', although it didn't hurt my muscles and bones, but I had to use crutches to get off the ground.

This morning, having regained some strength, I walked out of the 'door' on crutches with the help of the hygienist, so I got to know the place where I had been unknowingly staying for a few days - Xiyangli.

Seyang-ri is about 15 kilometers northwest of Pyongyang, a valley mouth in a north-south direction, and the highway passes through the valley mouth south to Pyongyang north to Sunan. Surrounded by pine forests and a stream flowing out of the valley, it is a paradise in the middle of a battlefield.

The full name of Xiyangli is Xiyangli, Axe Mountain, Datong County, South Ping'an Province, and the third branch of the Fourth Field Hospital of the Volunteer Army is located here. It is said that the third branch of the Fourth Field Hospital is actually a patchwork of houses vacated by North Korean villagers. The equipment is very rudimentary, because I don't see any medical equipment here, and of course, there are iron racks for intravenous drips.

"Chief of Staff"

"Chief of Staff"

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As soon as I stepped out of the 'door', I was quickly recognized by the wounded who were basking in the sun outside. There are many wounded and sick people gathered here, and they are all seriously wounded who have been transported from all battlefields and directions. Because the Battle of Shangganling was the most tragic during this time, a large part of the wounded were from Shangganling, and it is not surprising that they will recognize me

"Sit down ......" motioned for the wounded who were about to stand up to sit down, and the understanding hygienist brought me a square stool and asked me to sit with the soldiers.

"Chief of Staff? It's really the chief of staff...... "As soon as I sat down, an old soldier who had lost his eyes came to me 'groping'.

I hurriedly stood up on one 'leg', went up and grabbed his hand and said, "Comrade, it's me."

"The chief of staff didn't expect to see you here......" said the old soldier here couldn't help but be stunned, and changed his words and said: "No, now I can't say that I have seen you......"

I couldn't help but be silent for a while, not knowing what to answer

"Chief of Staff, where are you hurt? Is it serious? The old soldier asked again.

"It's no problem, it's just a little skin trauma, you don't see me ......" Speaking of this, I suddenly closed my mouth, looked at the bandages tied on the old soldier's face, and only hated myself for being too stupid with this mouth.

"Chief of Staff, don't worry about me" The old soldier grinned: "Compared with those comrades who died on the battlefield, what can I count as a little injury?" ”

"Comrade, you are Chief of Staff Cui Weicui" At this time, several wounded soldiers from other units surrounded him and asked hesitantly.

"It's not who else will there be" The old soldier laughed: "On Shangganling, no matter what ace troops the enemy comes, let's just see one and beat the other, thanks to the command of the chief of staff, this battle is called happy."

As soon as the old soldier said this, the wounded who were basking in the sun elsewhere suddenly gathered around, and all of them were busy saluting me and shaking my hand, so busy that I was so happy that I was so happy.

"Chief of Staff, tell us about your combat experience."

"Yes, Chief of Staff, tell me the story of fighting devils"

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The soldiers may have been bored after staying in the hospital for a long time, so they gathered around to listen to my story. This makes me embarrassed, even though I used to be a journalist, and it was common to write articles, but I had to tell stories to the soldiers like this...... This hasn't been done before.

"Comrades, comrades," the hygienist came up to relieve me and said, "The chief of staff's injuries have just been controlled, and he still needs to rest, so don't be too embarrassed by the chief of staff."

"Well, then we won't affect the chief of staff."

"The chief of staff will take care of his wounds, and he will tell us when he is well"

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Hearing this, the warriors did not say any more, but said a few kind words in front of me, and then dispersed. It's just that after they dispersed, their eyes still stared straight at me, and the topics they talked about were all about me, which made me uncomfortable.

"Room 7, it's time to change the 'medicine' Room 7......"

"Chief of Staff, that's what you're called," the old soldier reminded.

"Oh" I suddenly realized that the room I was staying in was Ward 7. So he smiled apologetically at the water protector with the bandage 'potion', said goodbye to the soldiers, and returned to the ward on crutches.

I went back to my room and put on new gauze and bandages, then I got an injection and some 'medicine', and then I was put on an infusion bottle. This is good, and I couldn't go anywhere during the time in Shangganling, but I suffered all the hardships of nesting in the tunnel, but I didn't expect to be nested in the room here.

Anyway, the *** outside is still very big for me, when I am on the battlefield, it is rare to see the sun, and the things in front of me are either red blood or black soil, and it is difficult to see a little green 'color' and streams...... But considering that there are so many fighters out there waiting for me to tell a story, forget it

Time passes in boredom, and lying on the 'bed' and not being able to move is indeed a pain. Because the body can't move, the mind starts to think 'chaotically'. What I think about the most is the battle on Shangganling a few days ago, and although those hellish days are still unconsciously appearing in my mind even though they have left me.

I thought a lot, I thought of the soldiers who died on the battlefield one by one, and also thought of their familiar and unfamiliar faces, some of whom I couldn't even name but had already died on the battlefield.

Before I knew it, darkness had fallen, and the hygienist had brought me a very special lamp. It is actually very simple to say that this lamp is special, but it is a kerosene lamp with a cannonball box on it, so that the light will not leak out too much, but in the house, you can vaguely see the surrounding scenery through this light.

I knew the reason the hygienist was doing this, he must have been worried that the lights would attract bombing from enemy planes, but I was strange...... I just heard from the hygienist that it is only 15 kilometers away from Pyongyang.

Pyongyang is the capital of North Korea, so it would not be surprising if it was in the early days of the Korean War, but now, there must be anti-aircraft guns deployed by volunteers or KPA everywhere, so will US planes come in so often? So much so that the hygienists have to be so careful to light the lights?

Thinking about it, I couldn't help asking: "Xiao Zhao, is there often enemy planes bombing here?" ”

"It doesn't happen often," replied Xiao Zhao, a hygienist: "This place is very close to Pyongyang, and there are several anti-aircraft artillery regiments of our army around, and US planes have to be very careful when they want to come in, but the strange thing is that many of the bombing times by US planes on our field hospital are considered by our superiors to be our light targets, so we thought of this way."

"Hmm" sounds like it makes sense, too. In order to save resources, especially in this wartime period, when electricity is very limited, most villages and even the capital Pyongyang do not turn on the lights, and it is dark everywhere at night.

Field hospitals are different, because most of our troops fight at night, and wounded soldiers on the front line can only be sent down at night, and doctors and hygienists can't do it without turning on the lights when they are carrying out ambulance work. This can also explain the frequency of bombing of field hospitals by US military aircraft.

But I always felt that it didn't seem to be so simple, but I couldn't figure out what the problem was for a while, and the wound hurt, so I didn't like to think about those troubles very much, so I didn't think about it anymore.

Maybe it's because I've slept too much these days, or maybe I'm used to sleeping in the mud on the battlefield, and now I can't sleep when I'm lying in the pit to hide from the warm bed, and I can't close my eyes when I turn over and over.

If I can't sleep during the day, I can go out to see the scenery, but at night, it's dark outside, and I might let the sentry be killed as an enemy.

So I couldn't help but sigh, I am a person who works hard, fights life and death on the battlefield, and can sleep casually when I am tired, even under the sound of guns. But now that everything is well, he will suffer this sin......

"Squeak......", and then suddenly there was a sound of car brakes outside the 'door'.

So I thought, maybe it's the front line to send the wounded down, but thinking about it, I don't think it's right, this can't be just a car to send the wounded, and if it's the wounded, then the hygienists should be busy at this time, right?

Just as he was doubting, a familiar voice suddenly came from outside the door: "Is the chief of staff asleep?" ”

Although the voice was small, it was obviously because he didn't want to wake me up, but it still made me sit up from the 'bed' at once: "Head Zhang"

Propping up a cane, he walked to the 'door' and opened the 'door' in three or two steps, who else is it not Head Zhang? He was followed by Li Baocheng and Instructor Qin, who were wrapped in bandages

"Yo, why are you up" When Head Zhang and the others saw my appearance, they hurriedly stepped forward to help me back to the pit.

"Head Zhang, why are you here?" I was pleasantly surprised and asked, "Is the battle over?" Has the 537.7 Heights been restored? ”

"You, you" Hearing this, Regiment Commander Zhang couldn't help but smile and said: "Let you recuperate here, I see that you are still thinking about the front line in your head"

"How can you not want to" Li Baocheng said: "Sensei said that the chief of staff thinks, if we don't drive the enemy down from Shangganling, we will all be like a thorn stuck in our throats, we can't eat well, and we can't sleep, which is the same as what heroes see."

There was a coax, and the warriors all laughed.

But to be honest, I didn't worry much about this time, because of the victory in Shangganling, this has been known to me for a long time. The reason why I asked so much just now was just to wonder how Commander Zhang, an important person who commanded the Shangganling Campaign, had time to come to the rear to see me.

"Chief of Staff, we're here to tell you the good news" After laughing for a while, Regiment Commander Zhang continued: "The attack of the 187th Airborne Regiment of the US Army has been completely smashed under your hands. After that, the spokesman of the US Eighth Army confessed to reporters: "We have indeed failed at Triangle Hill (i.e., 597.9 heights)." The next day, U.S. troops withdrew from the Shangganling area. Although the 537.7 heights have not yet been restored by us, only the remnants of the puppet army will be defended, and the day of restoring the position is just around the corner."

"Good," the fighters clenched their fists and applauded.

After a while of chatter with Commander Zhang, Li Baocheng and others, Commander Zhang held my hand and said: "Chief of Staff Cui, thank you very much for your contribution to our troops during this time In fact, we are here today, in addition to seeing your injuries, there is one more thing to tell you."

"What's the matter?" Looking at the strange expressions on the faces of the soldiers, I couldn't help but feel a little strange.

"It's the 180th Division," Commander Zhang smiled bitterly and said, "They are about to enter the Korean War, and they ...... Ask us to return you, the head of the regiment, by name......"

"What? Is the 180th Division going to enter the DPRK? When I heard this, I couldn't help but be ecstatic, and I almost got up from the pit. But I soon understood the reason for the strange expressions of the soldiers, and if I, the regimental commander, wanted to go back, it would be impossible for them to live and die with me again.

"We are still comrades-in-arms," Li Baocheng walked over and shook my hand.

"Still comrades-in-arms"

"Forever comrades-in-arms"

……

One by one, the fighters came up to shake my hand, and my eyes couldn't help but get wet

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