Chapter Twenty-Eight: Go to Changjin Lake!

Thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow.

The whole mountain range seems to be dressed in silver.

The volunteer soldiers wore their worn cotton jackets backwards, tied them around their necks, trampled on the vast snow, wore lofty mountains and mountains, and rushed in the direction of Changjin Lake day and night.

Between the mountains, a long procession stepped on the thick snow, the further south Korea went, the higher the altitude, the colder the air, even if you were wearing thick cotton clothes, you could still feel the cold, boots would step on the snow for a long time, slowly soaked, especially when climbing the snowy mountains, the cold wind was bitter, and the eyes hurt.

Those soldiers who saw the snow for the first time also from the initial novelty, slowly evolved into silence, the vast snowfield, lofty mountains, in order to speed up the march, they have to climb one mountain after another, during the day to pause their pace, while resting, while advancing, during the day the US military will send a large number of reconnaissance planes to search for the figure of the volunteers, in the daytime the speed of the march is naturally slow, so most of the marching time is placed at night.

Xia Yuan used the strips of cloth that had been torn from the torn clothes of the American army to wrap his face, revealing only a pair of eyes, Rao was like this, and his eyebrows were covered with whitewashed frost.

After a day and a night of travel, he didn't take much rest when he arrived at Dayu Cave, and continued to set off, Xia Yuan felt exhausted, it was even more terrifying than practicing martial arts, and he didn't know how many miles he had walked for a day and a night.

With this feeling, he was deeply aware of how terrible the strong will of the volunteer soldiers was at that time, and it was this strong will that prompted them to persist in going down.

You must know that the volunteers at that time walked on the lofty mountains and snowy mountain roads, and most of the time they traveled at night, and they could not even have lighting equipment, and what was even more terrifying was that the volunteer soldiers were dressed thinly, eating fried noodles and boiled potatoes, and one serving had to be eaten as two.

Just this day and night of marching, Xia Yuan only had supreme admiration for the volunteer soldiers in his heart.

When marching, the troops basically did not speak, and could only hear the heavier gasps of the soldiers beside them, but still no one shouted tiredness and bitterness, and advanced towards the high mountain, no one spoke, only the creaking sound of stepping on the snow, and the clanging sound of weapons colliding.

The strip of cloth on Xia Yuan's mouth had been soaked with exhaled snort and gradually condensed into ice crystals, and he had to remove the strip of cloth from his face.

After walking for about two hours, on the slope of a mountain, the roar of US military planes was heard in the sky.

"Hidden!"

Wu Qianli reacted very quickly, and the moment he heard the voice, he immediately reacted, and the team immediately dispersed, and the soldiers clinged to the bare trees, or looking for cover.

Xia Yuan raised his head and saw three US planes roaring through the sky unscrupulously, in the early days of the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea, the volunteers were at an absolute disadvantage, had no air supremacy, simple clothing and equipment, simple food, and could not supply logistics and supplies, relying on their tenacious will.

Yu Congrong scolded and stood up from the snow, shook the snow on his body, looked at the plane with no tail visible in the sky, and spat out, "Phew, sooner or later, I will knock him down." ”

"Sooner or later we will also have our own aircraft artillery, sooner or later."

Wu Qianli squinted at the sky in the distance, "Keep going!" ”

The snow was spilling over the ankles, crunching and crunching, and there were some soldiers in the team who were relatively thinly dressed, except for the wounded soldiers, the rest of the military coats were worn in turns, and the military coats captured by Xia Yuan were no exception, and they were worn for ten minutes by one person, and they were worn in this way.

The sun was slowly moving in the sky, and the warriors were exhausted.

"It's a really difficult mountain road."

Xia Yuan stepped on the snow on the ground, the snow covered the mountain road, there were uneven stones everywhere, it was difficult to have a flat road, sometimes his feet would suddenly empty and fall to the ground, the soldiers around him hurriedly pulled it up, patted off the snow on his body, and continued to set off.

Mei Sheng looked at a mountain in the distance, turned his head and said, "Qianli, rest and rest, let the soldiers eat something, the soldiers are tired." ”

Wu Qianli looked at the situation around him and said, "Climb over this mountain and rest again, let the soldiers hold on a little longer." ”

Mei Sheng nodded and shouted loudly: "Comrades, work harder, climb over this mountain, and we will rest again." ”

"Yes!"

The soldiers of the Seventh Company still shouted in the loudest voice, the sound echoed in the valley, waiting for the sound to fall, and the surrounding area fell into dead silence again, only the wind whistled into the valley, as if the whole world was left with them.

Dayu Cave is located in Changcheng County, North Pyongan Province, North Korea, the straight-line distance from Changjin Lake is 200 kilometers, if you go over the mountains and mountains, it is far more than this distance, and there is an altitude of 2000 meters above sea level of the Wolf Forest Mountain Range, coupled with the current harsh environment obstruction, the volunteer soldiers marching is more difficult.

Not to mention the difficulties and dangers along the way, I have to worry about US planes all the time.

The Seventh Interspersed Company is only a very small microcosm in the Battle of Changjin Lake, the entire Ninth Corps tens of thousands of people, advancing to the Changjin Lake area from all directions, the Ninth Corps entered the DPRK for a very short time, less than half a month, and now it is going to the direction of Changjin Lake, the wartime is tense, Commander Song of the Ninth Corps is determined to eat the 1st Marine Division of the US Army in the area around Changjin Lake, Marshal Peng's idea is the same as that of Commander Song, this battle is bound to give the US army a blow head-on.

After crossing the high mountain, the sky gradually darkened, Xia Yuan, Yu Congrong, Pinghe, and Wu Wanli were crowded together, keeping each other warm, and the bedding on their bodies was spread on the ground by them, which could prevent their bodies from touching the ground and causing rapid loss of body temperature.

"It's a pity that the snow here is not very thick, otherwise you can dig a snow hole, which can be more effective in slowing down the loss of body temperature."

As a modern person, he still knows some survival skills in the snow, but due to the problem of time, Xia Yuan does not have much time to do this, they are resting at the foot of the mountain behind the mountain, the night of North Korea is not very peaceful, the wind is blowing, blowing the cheeks hurt, the temperature at night begins to drop, the closer to Changjin Lake, the colder the temperature.

Xia Yuan tightened the clothes on his body, this sleep was not good, the half-asleep state did not last long, about half an hour of rest, Wu Qianli looked at the wind and snow under the mountain, and woke up the soldiers:

"Don't sleep, you can't sleep too long in this weather, get up and get moving, ready to go."

After lying down for a while, Wu Qianli felt that his body was frozen.

Xia Yuan looked at the soldiers and said, "Company commander, I have a way to prevent frostbite, grab a handful of snow and rub it your face and hands, and after you pat it off, your hands and cheeks will be very hot." ”

He grabbed the snow from the ground and rubbed his cheeks and hands vigorously, which was not entirely effective, but it did prevent frostbite to some extent.

The other warriors tried, and after a while they were amazed to find that the place where the snow was rubbed was getting hotter, and their hands were soon warm, and they rubbed their cheeks again, and it was indeed possible.

After cleaning up, the warriors dragged their somewhat tired bodies and continued to set off.