Kim Jong-song did not break his promise, and the next morning, the soldiers of my nephew's regiment and I got on the train back to China as we wished.

It's a simple process, but it's a lot of work to do.

As a result of the U.S. bombing, several of the railways leading to Samden Station were blown up. And while we were drinking happily at the celebration banquet, Kim Jong Song had already ordered people to repair these railways overnight. It is said that he also used thousands of migrant workers for this purpose?

Of course, I knew very well that I didn't have that much face, so I could let Kim Jongsong organize thousands of migrant workers to build a railway for me overnight. The purpose of building the railway is actually to better and faster evacuate the materials that are still stranded in Sandeng. In case the U.S. military gets information again to bomb it. But in some ways, I think we should still be grateful to Kim Jong-song. Because the train that came to pick us up and return home had already been blown up while it was attracting the attention of enemy planes. It was Kim Jong-song who used his power to bring in a train from Pyongyang that allowed us to get off to a hitch.

Although it seems irrelevant to me to return to China one day earlier or one day later, for me who has crossed over, I can no longer find any relatives and friends in China. I was even a little scared to go back to China because I didn't know what to do when I returned home! Where to stay, where to go"

But this is not the case for the fighters, nor for those who are injured and are in a hurry to return home for treatment. You can see it from the smiles on their faces and the sparkle in their eyes.

Some soldiers were anxious to look out the window after the dagger on the train, and kept asking, "Why don't you drive yet?" Did the train break down? The so-called return to the heart is like an arrow, maybe it means that the warriors are like this!

Kim Jong-song, Regiment Commander Jiang and other People's Army soldiers also came to see us off. At six o'clock, the train full of volunteers and the wounded and sick left Sandeng Railway Station with the farewell of "I wish you a safe and goodbye journey".

Unlike the soldiers, although I also have an urge to return to my homeland to see, I think more about what I should do when I go back this time. If the army gives us a month's vacation after returning home, where should I go? I have no money and no relatives, and I don't even have a place to sleep when I walk out of the army, so maybe I, the commander of the regiment who is majestic on the battlefield, will starve to death on the streets when I go back."

But then I realized that my worries were completely unfounded.

This was later, when I looked out the window of the car and kept passing by, and I couldn't help but have mixed feelings. One year and six months, I came to the battlefield of Korea in a daze, and now I have returned to China by car, and I have been fighting on the land of Korea for a whole year and a half.

In the past year and a half, I don't know how many times I've run back and forth on this land. Sometimes they ran to the Yalu River, sometimes they crossed the 38th parallel, sometimes they fought on the Western Front, and sometimes they fought on the Eastern Front. In short, they are running around this land in a horizontal and vertical way, and they have almost run all over the small part of North Korea. I don't know how many pairs of shoes I broke and how many times I wore out my feet.

Now, just *** sitting on this wooden two-way chair, with a "woo", pulled me out of this place where I came and went in life.

I can't forget those things!

Looking out the window and gradually moving away from me, the bloody battles I had experienced in North Korea appeared in front of my eyes again one after another. The company commander who died in front of me because he saved me, the old squad leader who sacrificed his life to block the advance unit of the US tank, Liu Mingquan, who fought with the enemy until the last moment in the Battle of Songgufeng, and thousands of brothers who lay in Korea and never returned,

Now I can go back alive, but they "can't even go home with their bones, and they don't even have a place to worship when their families miss them!" If only they could sit on this train. How nice that would be!

Thinking about it. Two lines of tears burst out of my eyes involuntarily, and I hurriedly turned my face away from the soldiers, not wanting the soldiers to find out. But Li Pinghe, who was sitting across from me, still found something.

"Commander, what's wrong with you? Li Pinghe couldn't help but ask, and the soldiers also focused their attention on me.

"Well, nothing!" I hurriedly 'rubbed' my eyes. "The sand ran into the eyes".

"Hey. The windows are not open! Why is there sand? Most of the warriors were distracted, which was even more strange to hear.

Only Li Pinghe was silent as if he understood something, and only after a long time did he speak: "Regiment commander, I think about those comrades who died on the battlefield."

"yes!" Seeing Li Pinghe say this, I no longer avoided it, looked at the white land outside the window and sighed and said, "They are not as lucky as us to be able to take the train back to China." When I think of this, I feel as if I owe them something

Upon hearing this, all the soldiers fell silent, and they all stared at the ground outside the car window, as if they were following with their own eyes

North Korea's railways are all one-way lines, which means that all trains in North Korea share the same railway, and there are no lights on the trains, so when you cross the mountain 'hole', it is completely dark and you can't see anything. I think that's why the train is still running in the daytime when enemy planes are rampant.

Although we have become accustomed to living in the dark, most of the battles are fought at night, and hiding in the tunnels during the day is also black, but on this rushing train all the way, suddenly plunging into the darkness, sometimes it is still inevitable that people are frightened.

Trains run very slowly, maybe that's how slow trains are in this era! And because this railway is the only railway in the whole of Korea, it stops and stops along the way, and it does not approach the border between China and North Korea until 5 or 6 o'clock in the evening.

In modern times, I knew that it would only take six or seven to get from Pyongyang to the Yalu River by train. hours, but now it takes twice as much time When they were bored, the soldiers chatted with one of the hygienists in the carriage. Because he was responsible for transporting the wounded back to China, he followed the train back and forth for many years. From his mouth, we know that it is okay now, the anti-aircraft fire of the volunteers has been strengthened, and there is even the protection of the air force, so the train can arrive in more than ten hours so safely. If in the past, there were times when I stayed in a mountain 'cave' for days to avoid enemy planes.

Just when the train was about to arrive at the Yalu River, the other end of the carriage suddenly became "commotion" and "chaos". Just as I didn't know what was happening, a correspondent came up to me and reported to me: "Commander, there are a few public security bureaus over there, saying that they want us to 'hand over' all the bullets."

"What? 'Hand over' the bullets? "Hearing this, I couldn't help but stand up and look behind me in doubt, and sure enough, there were a few people dressed in beige 'color'***, with pistols pinned to their waists, and the words "people *** checked" on their chests and mouths, holding bags and asking the soldiers to throw bullets in! Note: The beige 'color'*** is the blade type public security***, and the white-clothed and white-hat public security *** that we are familiar with is designed by Yo Nian

It's worth it! Seeing this, my heart suddenly became angry, we are soldiers, and we rely on guns to fight on the battlefield, and guns are our second life. Now all of a sudden, some guys who don't know the height of the sky have appeared, and they want to take a few broken bags and want to take our bullets, so what kind of soldier is Lao Tzu!?

Thinking that I didn't say a word, I threw the cigarette butt in my mouth to the ground, and walked up in three or two steps.

"What part are you from?" When I walked up to the policemen, I unceremoniously asked one of the policemen in the lead, "Who told you to collect our bullets?" What authority do you have to collect our bullets? ”

"Yes, what right do you have to take our bullets?" The fighters also stood up with a brush. Who were the soldiers of the Summons? All of them have been fighting for life and death on the battlefield for more than ten years, and when they stood up at this time, they didn't need to use knives or guns at all, and only that power scared the few public security bureaus in front of them by half a cut.

"Comrade!" The leading policeman looked like he was in his thirties, and he looked like the heads of these people, and he saluted me with a fixed gaze and said: "Comrade, we are from the Anton Public Security Bureau, we are not here to collect your bullets, we are temporarily kept."

"Then you don't need to bother!" I laughed and said, "Oh my brothers! I don't have other skills, but I still have the ability to keep *** and bullets! This is not? The Yankees, the British, the puppet army, and the Turkish brigades "can't be counted, a total of sixteen countries, and they all want to snatch the guns and ammunition in our hands!" But

Speaking of which, I wanted to deliberately scare the police officer, so I approached the policeman in the lead, shook a bullet in front of him, and said evilly: "The only thing they can snatch away is our warhead!" The warhead we shot out! ”

"Coax!" With a bang, all the soldiers in the carriage laughed.

Especially that Li Guoqiang, happily pulled out the pair of box cannons pinned to his waist and raised them in the air, and then I said: "Those devils still use their heads to grab warheads!" ”

"Coax!" As soon as the soldiers laughed even more, and then more soldiers raised their guns and pointed at those Xicha***, but they were afraid that the faces of those policemen were pale, and they didn't dare to say a word for a long time.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but smile bitterly, I want to say this person! Those who have been on the battlefield and those who have not been on the battlefield are really *** different. These policemen in front of them are also pinned to their waists, but how can such a small scene scare them like this?"