Chapter 10 Regiment Commander

Chapter 10 Leader

"Comrade Volunteers, Comrade Volunteers ......"

Not long after Cui Xixuan, more than a dozen people walked out quickly behind the hill, led by a middle-aged man fifty miles away, in the night, I saw him wearing a black fur coat, faintly revealing the earthy yellow tweed military uniform inside, and he knew that he was a big man at a glance. Running away and still dressed like this, it's no wonder that when you see the troops, you have to hide and don't dare to show your true face.

With a "snap ......", when he approached, he gave us a military salute and said, "Kim Jong-song, commander of the 15th Division of the People's Army, on behalf of General Kim Il Sung, welcomes you on behalf of the Korean people. ”

"Hello comrade! Hello comrade......" Before we could return the salute, Kim Jong-song warmly shook hands with us one by one, his wrinkled face and bloodshot eyes were full of excitement, and his mouth kept saying: "Comrades have worked hard!" Welcome! Thank you, thank you......"

He asked Hou one by one like a pecking rooster, but he didn't care, but he was bitter about me, the translator, and followed him by the side, and kept saying those flattering words to his comrades-in-arms, feeling strange and awkward.

"Do you have planes?"

At this time, I suddenly heard someone ask in Russian, and when I turned my head to look, I noticed that there was also a Soviet man with a mustache, who was crossing his hands and looking at the volunteer army that was still on the march with disdain.

"Oh, this is the Soviet adviser of the 15th Division, Comrade Vykorsky." Kim Jong-song introduced me in Korean: "He wants to know if the comrades have planes. ”

"Nope!" I replied directly in Russian.

Who asked me to be a journalist, I have to be a journalist to be able to speak a few languages, and now I have to act as a translator again.

"Huh?" Seeing that I could speak Russian, a strange look flashed across Vikorsky's face, and he looked at me with surprise, and then asked, "Do you have cannons?" ”

"Nope." I replied coldly.

"Where's the tank?"

"Neither!" I gritted my teeth, and a nameless fire rose in my heart.

"Then why do you go to war? Is it just these Japanese-style equipment? Vikorsky pointed to the 38 big cover in the hands of the volunteer soldier next to him and let out a chuckle.

Kim Jong-song's group apparently understood Russian as well, and the look of excitement quickly faded from their faces, replaced by disappointment and helplessness, and the deathly silence quickly drove away the enthusiasm of the previous moment.

It is said that the backbone of the Korean People's Army is all veterans who have returned from the wars in China and the Soviet Union, and judging by the fact that this group of people does not know Chinese but can understand Russian, it is thought that it is also an army composed of Soviet backbones! No wonder they don't know how powerful the Chinese People's Liberation Army is, no wonder they don't know that the People's Liberation Army has defeated the strong with the weak since ancient times, and no wonder they don't know the Chinese soldiers......

"What's up!" Feeling that the atmosphere is not right, I don't translate, Head Chu asked a little impatiently.

"Report to the head of the group." I came back to my senses, stood up to the regiment commander, and said, "They think we don't have planes, artillery, or tanks, and they ask us why we should fight?" ”

"Ball!" As soon as the head of the Chu regiment heard this, he became angry, and his originally pale face instantly turned red.

"Why?" Captain Chu grabbed a handful of 38 big covers beside him, shook vigorously in front of them, and shouted loudly: "Why? With this 38 big cover, you can't beat it and escape here, and watch us tear them up. Walk ......"

After speaking, he ignored the embarrassed Kim Jong Song and the others, and joined the marching team by himself, but he ...... Commander Chu's marching habits are also strange, why is a guard pulling in front and a guard pushing in the back? I looked suspiciously at Xiao Shandong, who was standing beside me.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Shandong also looked at me suspiciously.

"Why does the regiment leader walk like that?"

"Oh! I still say what's the matter! Xiao Shandong grinned.

"Our head of the regiment had a knife a few days ago, here!" Xiao Shandong compared his waist: "What do you say...... Acute appendicitis, no, the knife edge has not been sealed, and it will go to the battlefield. The belt can't be buckled and hung around the neck, and the pain is so painful that I can't walk, so I let one pull in front and push the other in the back. ”

"Then this knife has not been sealed yet, and it is still allowed to go to the battlefield?"

"Who let it?" Xiao Shandong shook his head helplessly: "The superiors have talked to the head of the regiment several times and asked the head of the regiment not to come." But the head of the regiment just didn't agree, and insisted on coming, saying that it was ......"

Unconsciously, I stopped, the shock of Xiao Shandong's words in my heart is indescribable, I can't imagine that a person can give up a warm and comfortable home, come to this foreign land to starve and freeze, or even throw his head and spill blood, what makes me even more unimaginable is that he has a very good reason not to come.

After standing for a long time, I puffed up my chest, straightened the 38 big cover on my back, and walked quickly with the large army. In the night, my stomach seems to be less hungry, and the wind and snow in front of me don't seem so cold......

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I would like to use this chapter to pay tribute to Chu Chuanyu, commander of the 353rd Regiment of the 118th Division of the 40th Army of the Volunteer Army. He suffered from appendicitis before going abroad, but despite the persuasion of everyone, he resolutely stepped out of the country and embarked on the road of aiding the DPRK without the knife being sealed, and made great achievements on the battlefield, composing the heroic hymn of the Chinese people to resist US aggression and aid Korea.