After a pause, Xia Yuan's eyes were heavy, for him, the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea was a war that he didn't want to experience, it was too tragic, every battle was regarded as the existence of a meat grinder, and the weapons and equipment of the volunteer soldiers were too much worse than the US army, even if they relied on a huge number of people, they could only shorten part of the distance.

The gap in firepower in weapons and equipment is very obvious, and it is particularly conspicuous.

Is the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression tragic, equally tragic, but the firepower of the Japanese army is not enough to compete with the US army, the spirit that the Japanese army relies on is the spirit of bushido that is not afraid of death, and the enemy faced by the Japanese army is backward in weapons and equipment, the ideological feudal *** and the Eighth Route Army, their firepower is not strong, plus the Japanese army in the early stage of the War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression has generally experienced strict militarized training, and most of the *** and the Eighth Route Army are from peasants, and their military literacy is not high, and even a lot of military knowledge is summed up on the battlefield through the grinding of blood, At first, when they arrived on the battlefield, they were like frightened rabbits, so the Japanese charge had a very significant effect.

The gap between these is very easy to make up, and it is only necessary to improve the combat quality of the soldiers, and even if there is a certain gap in firepower between the two sides, it can be shortened through the continuous improvement of the military quality of the soldiers.

For example, veterans who have experienced some wars can judge the location of the Japanese artillery positions and the foothold of the shells through the sound of Japanese shells, and avoid them in advance, so as to avoid being killed by shells.

However, the artillery of the US army is different from the artillery of the Japanese army, the US artillery has a large caliber, strong lethality, and a large number of artillery, some of which can cover an area the size of a basketball court with one cannon, not to mention that the US army also has groups of planes and bombers, even if Xia Yuan has experienced the shelling of Shangganling, he does not dare to say that he can survive under the shelling of the US army.

The U.S. artillery shells were the same as not asking for money, and they often had to plow the hill with artillery fire to sweep it low, and the hill would be flattened before the infantry would charge.

It is precisely because of the extremely ferocious artillery fire of the US army that Xia Yuan's experience of Changjin Lake and Shangganling are his two most unforgettable memories, and he is reluctant to mention them, which is too tragic, and the volunteers are completely exchanging their lives for the lives of the enemy, so they can win a narrow victory with difficulty.

Now that he has once again traveled to the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea, and is still a division that is about to be surrounded by the US Army and the South Korean Army, he doesn't know what the fate will be next, what the fate of these lovely people will be, and he doesn't know that he can save the 180th Division through his own strength.

The soldiers will block, and the water will cover the earth.

Speaking of fear, Xia Yuan has never been afraid, after going through so much, he has killed a lot of people, and he doesn't know what else can make him afraid, if there is, it is that he is afraid to watch familiar people sacrifice one by one, and in the end he is the only one left.

Shangganling experienced it once, and he didn't want to go through it a second time.

Looking at a few familiar people in front of him, Xia Yuan's voice was a little heavy, as a sharp knife platoon, they are always the group at the forefront of the team, I don't know if his platoon can still be preserved under the fire of the American artillery and heavy machine guns, but he knows that orders are everything, and victory is everything.

Putting away his heavy heart, Xia Yuan's voice was sonorous, "However, no matter what the enemy has, no matter how powerful the enemy is, the guy who vainly tries to destroy our good life and the stability of the country, we must use the weapons in our hands to drive the enemy away!" They must not be allowed to ruin our hard-won lives today!"

The four of them suddenly felt the blood boiling in their bodies, Lao Yang clenched his fists, his eyes swept over several people, and said: "Lao Xia is right, we have gone through decades of war, from chaos to reunification, and finally life has gradually improved, how long has it been, and before two years have passed, the American devils want to cross the 38th parallel, go straight to our Yalu River, and bomb our villages, causing many people who have just lived a good life to lose their homes again."

He said, "No matter how strong the enemy is, as long as we still have a breath, then we have to keep the American devils out of the door and not let them in, otherwise what happened to the Korean people will happen to us again!"

Lao Yang said: "This is about to be pulled, everyone is still thinking about the days to come, it is inevitable that some comrades will give birth to some emotions, and during this period of time before the pull-out, everyone should pay more attention to the emotions of some fighters and do a good job in ideological work."

Tan Zhanbiao, Niu Fengyang, and Zhou Xingyong responded: "Yes!"

For a short morning meeting, everyone is an old comrade, and there is no need to say so much about what to do, basically everyone knows what to do.

After the three of them left, Lao Yang took a rare cigarette in his mouth and asked, "Is there a fire?"

Xia Yuan touched his body, found a box of matches, and handed it over. Lao Yang opened the match, struck one and put it in front of his mouth, and as the smoke rose, his eyes narrowed slightly: "This time we are facing a well-equipped American army."

Xia Yuan nodded silently, this is no longer an uncommon thing in the newspaper, the US military eats well, dresses well, and uses it well, it is a superpower in this era, especially after the defeat of the Japanese army, the United States has become the world's first power, there is no doubt about it.

Don't look at what they said just now, but after the blood, their hearts are heavy, the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea has broken out for four months, and many soldiers have been sacrificed to stabilize the situation in North Korea, but the situation is only stable, far from over.

As commanders and fighters, no one knows the cruelty of war better than them.

Lao Yang snorted his cigarette and said, "I don't know how many people can come back this time."

Xia Yuan thought for a moment and asked, "Lao Yang, is there anyone else in your family?"

Lao Yang turned his head to look at Xia Yuan and asked, "What are you doing?"

Xia Yuan knows more about the future, it is still unknown whether he can go back alive, there is an old mother and a younger brother in the original family, the family is poor, and the father died early, he went by himself, and he doesn't know if he can come back, even if he is determined in his heart that he will do his best to live, but in the face of the heavy artillery fire, he can't guarantee whether he can come back alive.

He has a system, he has a strong skill, no matter how many skills he has, he is also a person, and the bullet hits the vital point and struggles for a while more than ordinary people, damn it or die, and he always has to solve the aftermath.

He took out a paper bag from his arms, which was left by his predecessor when he was suppressing bandits, there was some money and a letter in it, which was left by the original body to his mother and younger brother, Xia Yuan did not choose to recall, nor did he open it to see, there is only 'love' in the world, the word is the most moving, even if he has experienced so much, he thinks he is hard-hearted, but there is still an area in his heart where various emotions are hoarded, and he is afraid that he will evoke some memories when he reads it.

He said, "You know, I have an old mother at home, and this is the money I have saved over the years, and I have a letter. The whole country has long been liberated, and New China has been established, and I haven't gone home to see it, and I've lost too much money to them for so many years, if ......

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Lao Yang, "Lao Xia, when did you become so crooked, if you want to go, come back alive and take it home yourself, I won't help you bring it."

Xia Yuan shook his head and said, "This bullet doesn't have long eyes, and we are a sharp knife platoon, so it is inevitable that there will be accidents."

Lao Yang waved the cigarette in front of him with his hand and said, "If you rush forward like you, you will die quickly, this time you go over there, don't rush around, the Yankees have fierce firepower, you really think your ass can attract firepower."

Xia Yuan remembered the inner thoughts of his predecessor, and said: "Who is not the son of the old mother, if I rush forward a little more, the soldiers behind me will be safer, I also have a younger brother, I sacrificed, and when he grows up, he can take care of his mother, but the other fighters can't, many people in our class have become only sons, if they sacrifice, the sky will fall in the family."

Lao Yang squatted on the ground all of a sudden, did not speak, and smoked sullenly.

Xia Yuan squatted beside him and said, "Since ancient times, loyalty and filial piety have been in a dilemma, these warriors are only twenty years old, and I am already thirty, listen to me, Ang."

He handed the item in his hand forward.

Lao Yang hesitated for a long time, and said: "Lao Xia, I know everything you think, we have been working together for so many years, beating foreign devils, fighting the country, and even walking around the ghost gate several times, what has not passed, I know what you think, I know."

But I can't help you with this."

The thing is in Lao Xia's hands, at least he still has a thought, he will pay attention when he rushes, he is afraid that he will take the things away, Lao Xia has no idea, and one day he will die heroically on the land of North Korea.

Keep it and let him bring it back himself.

Xia Yuan sighed, put the things in hand, and said, "Okay, I'll keep this thing for myself."

Lao Yang smoked a cigarette, his mood was a little bored, his ideological consciousness was very high, after all, he had studied in school, he could read big characters, and the comrades in the platoon had done a good job of ideological work, and at the same time he knew that in this battle, at least half of them had to be separated from them, he was very reluctant in his heart, but he was helpless, and the order was above all else, there was no doubt about it.

When a cigarette bottomed out, Lao Yang stood up and said, "Let's go, go to dinner."

Not long after the 180th Division finished suppressing bandits, it still stayed in western Sichuan to recuperate, and by the way, to replenish the lost soldiers, because the 180th Division has enough veterans, coupled with various training on weekdays, this allows some new comrades who have just joined the army to quickly adapt, and each class will organize some battlefield experience seminars, so that new comrades and veterans can participate together, and when the veterans pass on their experience to each other, the recruits can also learn quickly.

So when eating, you can always see groups of warriors gathered together.

The morning meal was gnocchi soup, a steamed bun and a plate of pickles, so that the cooks served the meal, Xia Yuan came to a row of resting places with the food, several soldiers were coaxing a newspaper, seeing the platoon commander coming, the soldiers got up to greet them, Xia Yuan walked to the stool among them and sat down, and said with a smile:

"Look at what."

Lao Yang said: "Soldier Life News, yesterday a soldier from the third company of the second battalion broke a new obstacle course, and everyone wants to see who this fierce man is."

The "Soldiers' Life Newspaper" is a newspaper issued by the 180th Division itself, and there are comrades who specialize in collecting news, and there are also comrades who are responsible for printing; the circulation of small newspapers in the division is not high, and they can only be sent to company-level units, and then there will be no more distribution; on weekdays, the soldiers basically have no entertainment life, and some particularly interesting things will be published in this newspaper.

I have seen comrades who printed newspapers in the past, and they used a primitive hand-printing machine to print newspapers, and they only needed to push them down round by round, and the newspapers were printed one by one.

"I'll see."

Xia Yuan put down the dishes and chopsticks and took the newspaper from Wang Xiaoliang's hand, which was a small mimeographed newspaper with 16 open sheets, "Yesterday, Comrade Li Chunming of the 3rd Company of the 2nd Battalion of the 538th Regiment broke the 100-meter steeplechase record of Comrade Qiao Pingju of the 3rd Battalion and 2nd Company of the 540th Regiment in the 100-meter steeplechase."

The 100-meter steeplechase is an internal competition, and the first place winner can get a pen as a reward, and the competition can improve the training enthusiasm of the fighters, train hard every day, and improve their combat skills, so as to destroy more enemies on the battlefield.

The newspaper has some small things about the life of some soldiers of the three regiments of the 180th Division, including regiment commanders, company commanders, platoon commanders, and squad leaders, and more portrayals of the lives of some ordinary soldiers, such as a soldier tearing off his clothes during training, and the deputy squad leader will use needles and threads to help him sew them, such as what lunch is prepared for today's cooking class, what lunch schedule is formulated, such as a day for a new comrade who enlists in the 180th Division, etc., very down-to-earth newspapers.

Compared to the eye-catching headlines of the future, this newspaper is simply a clear stream in the newspaper industry.

After briefly reading the life portrayal of the soldiers of the 180th Division, Xia Yuan took a bite of the newspaper with one hand and a steamed bun in the other, and said: "It's okay to read the newspaper, come one by one, don't grab it, you have to show the newspaper to the comrades in the second row after reading, if you tear up the newspaper when you are scrambling for the newspaper, how will the comrades in the back read it."

The fighters in the platoon bowed their heads in some shame.

Xia Yuan smiled, handed the newspaper to Lao Yang, and said, "Lao Yang, you also need to look at them, I remember that many soldiers in the platoon are not fully literate, so you can read them to everyone."

"Hey, then I'll read it to everyone."

Lao Yang had a smile on his face, took the newspaper and read it: "

Yesterday ......"

When New China was founded, China's illiteracy rate was as high as 80 percent, and illiteracy became an obstacle on the road to the development of New China. Literacy classes spread across factories, villages, troops, and streets, and people devoted themselves to cultural learning with high enthusiasm.

In the army, the soldiers also devote their free time to studying, and up to now, the soldiers can basically know a lot of words, and it is still very necessary to carry out the literacy campaign, and knowing words is always much better than not knowing words.

(End of chapter)