Unexpectedly, in the end, it was the Mustang fighter that saved the material, and even saved us. Because if that flare is ignited, "maybe it will soon attract U.S. bombers to carpet bomb this area, and I'm afraid that even I will not be spared."

But I still didn't have a good time, because I still had a pistol on my head. To tell you the truth, it didn't feel good to be held to my head with a gun, the muzzle of the gun was on my sun, and the coldness from the pistol made me shiver. When I think about it, I could 'shoot' a bullet into my head at any moment. The scalp can't help but tingle.

I didn't dare to act rashly, because I knew that any action I made now would cause the gunman to pull the trigger. Although my guards, as well as Kim Jong-song and others, will definitely rehabilitate me, I don't want to be a martyr. Anyone who has been on the battlefield knows that it is better to be alive than anything else!

I didn't dare to speak, because I knew very well that the gunman was a KPA soldier, and he couldn't understand Chinese and spoke Korean, "and I was wearing a volunteer uniform, and speaking Korean seemed to prove that I was a puppet army agent!"

I have had a lot of 'dealings' with the People's Army, so I know very well that the People's Army hates the puppet army more than the US military. Because they felt that the puppet army could not defeat them, they brought outsiders into the country. As a result, the war on the Korean Peninsula is becoming more and more intense. That's why there are fewer puppet soldiers and more American troops in the KPA prisoner of war camps, and if this gunman thought I was a puppet army agent, I think he would not hesitate to pull the trigger.

But he didn't pull the trigger. That's where I'm thankful for God.

"Don't move!"

"Don't move!"

At this time, Xu Yongwei and Zhang Mingxue climbed to the top of the mountain, and when they saw this situation, they raised their rifles and aimed them at the bloodied People's Army soldier without saying a word.

"Put down the gun! Hands up! Xu Yongwei screamed nervously in half-baked Korean.

In order to facilitate the 'communication' with our enemy's puppet army on the battlefield, every volunteer army has to learn a few simple words of Korean, and Xu Yongwei is naturally no exception.

"Put down the gun! Who are you? But the gunman obviously didn't do what Xu Yongwei said, and the muzzle on my head not only did not relax, but tightened, "Comrade! We are volunteers". I hurriedly answered in Korean.

Don't come with me to this set! The KPA soldier shouted at me viciously, "If you are volunteers. Why shoot at our fighters".

"They're puppet agents!" Seeing that the soldier was willing to ask, I was relieved. If you are willing to ask, it means that we still have a chance to explain, otherwise

Feeling the pistol on my head tremble, I knew that half of my life had been picked up, and I hurriedly explained: "You can see more clearly that the little ones I killed have signal flares on their bodies that guide the US military planes, and their purpose is to run to the vicinity of the wagons where the materials are stored, and then guide the US planes to bomb the targets!" ”

Hearing this, the KPA soldier couldn't help but be stunned, and looked at the puppet army agents who were killed by me, and then obviously believed the words. I only felt a loosening of my head, and my head was finally safe.

。 drip! "Zhang Mingxue doesn't care so much. One snatched it up and gave the People's Army soldier a rifle butt: "Dare to point a gun at our regiment commander, don't die!" ”

said that he was going to fight again, but I stopped it in time.

This guy is holding a pistol in his hand, which means that he is still a first. "Official". Although I have never had a good impression of the officers of the People's Army, if Zhang Mingxue continues to fight like this, it is very likely that it will cause dissatisfaction among the People's Army. After all, we're still in the same boat, and I'll probably understand that.

And then it didn't take long. After the US planes had finished pouring bullets over our heads, they flew away one after another.

As soon as the plane left, the sound of machine guns and explosions slowly thinned out. The screams, moans, and fires slowly caught my ears. The battlefield was already full of fires and smoke, and there were corpses, craters, damaged and blown up anti-aircraft guns, machine guns, and automobiles." It's hard to believe that this is the Sanden train station more than half an hour ago.

But fortunately, I looked at the wagons where the material was hidden in the valley, except that some of the camouflage was shattered. There is no loss at all.

These materials have finally been saved, and I hope the number of casualties will not be more than the bombing of the Samden railway station in history! Only by thinking about it will make me feel better.

"Let's go back". I can't bear to see it again. Throwing a sentence at Xu Yongwei and Zhang Mingxue, he turned around and walked towards the regiment headquarters.

The road was full of oncoming migrant workers, stretcher teams and hygienists, and the post-war was the time for them to play their role, but I knew that it was because of the urgent shortage of 'medicine'. So the role they can play is extremely limited.

The mountain road is very small, and the number of stretcher teams is very large, so in order not to save people from the "old 'door', I had to take Xu Yongwei back from the hillside again, and as soon as I was caught in the regiment headquarters, I heard a burst of cheers from inside. Push open the 'door' and enter. I was soon surrounded by people.

"Captain Cui, we have won! The material was saved".

"Yes! Captain Cui! Thanks to your approach! Once again, the plans of US imperialism have failed".

Most of the officers in the regiment headquarters were officers of the People's Army, including radio and telephone soldiers, staff officers, regiment commanders, deputy regiment commanders, and even division commander Kim Jong-song. All with a triumphant smile on their faces. They all clenched their fists excitedly and cheered, but only I didn't.

The reason is simple, they sat in the regimental headquarters and commanded the three armies, while I came back from the battlefield. All of a sudden, I felt like I was an anomaly, and it felt like I shouldn't have come back here at all.

"Captain Cui!" Seeing that I was worried, Kim Jong-song stepped forward and shook my hand and said, "Are you worried that the train station will not be able to return to the country if it is bombed?" Don't worry, this matter is on me, and I guarantee that you will get on the train back home early tomorrow morning! ”

"What?" I couldn't help but be stunned when I heard this, and now it seems that I am really going to return to China.

"Come on, come on, let's have a glass of head Cui". In addition to the few senior cadres I had met at the regiment headquarters, there were also several battalion commanders and deputy battalion commanders of the antiaircraft artillery regiment who had just come down from the battlefield.

"Cheers". Dozens of people stood up and raised their glasses to Haruka, and I also stood up and nodded at them one by one, raising the wine glass in my hand and draining it.

Wine is good wine.

In fact, I can't taste what is good at all. But I knew that it was definitely good wine, because in North Korea, where material resources were scarce, "everything on the wine table was good except for the rice wine made by the people themselves." Especially a wine like the one I have in my glass. This kind of liquor is not produced by a backward country like North Korea, so it is either imported or captured from the US military.

Little comrades". After drinking for a while, it was inevitable that he was about to sing a high note, only to see Jin Zhongsong stand up with a little bit of alcohol and wave his fist and shout: "Comrades! Under the wise leadership of General Kim Il Sung, we have once again smashed the 'yin' plot of US imperialism and succeeded in protecting the materials stranded at the railway station! The party leadership gave great affirmation to our victory in this battle, praised our heroic and tenacious fighting, and gave our third antiaircraft artillery regiment the iron and steel antiaircraft artillery regiment! ”

。 Long live General Kim Il Sung".

"Long live the Workers' Party!"

The KPA soldiers in the audience raised their fists and cheered.

"Here, I would like to give special thanks to a comrade". When the shouting stopped, Kim Jong-song continued: "This comrade bravely fought side by side with us in this battle and defeated US imperialism with us. It also witnessed the friendship between China and the DPRK and the strength of the unity of China and the DPRK. This comrade is Comrade Cui Wei, the head of the one-by-one nephew regiment! ”

The applause soon erupted.

In desperation, I had to stand up and salute in cooperation.

But this is not over, and before I can sit down, Kim Jong-song continued: "The party leadership has decided to award Comrade Cui Wei a "People's Hero." medal in recognition of Comrade Choe Wei's contribution to the peace of Korea, to the people, and to the world." "Whoa," another round of applause. Regardless of whether I agreed or not, Jin Zhongsong handed me an open red box without saying anything, and there was a medal in the center, looking at the material should be copper, engraved with a soldier with a gun on his back.

I saluted again and accepted the medal.

This is not my first medal, in fact, I received many such medals after the fifth campaign.

In modern sources, I know that after the fifth battle of the Korean War, Kim Il Sung awarded hundreds of thousands of medals in one go. This number is very staggering, and in the million-strong army of volunteers, on average, every three soldiers can get one.

"Captain Cui!" At this time, a KPA officer with a bandage on his head walked up to me, raised his wine glass in his hand and said, "I salute you, and you deserve this medal." In fact, I don't think it's enough to award you just this medal for your contribution to this battle! ”

Hearing this, I couldn't help but look at the officer in confusion. Listening to his tone, he seemed to know me, but I didn't think I knew him, and suddenly I saw a Tokarev pistol pinned to his waist, and then I remembered that he was the guy who put the pistol to my head during the day,,, if you want to know what is going on, please land on the candle. , more chapters, support authors, support genuine reading!