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As the sun sets, goose-feather-like snowflakes fell from the sky, and soon covered the crater in front of the position, covered the dark red blood, and covered the enemy's corpse, and the world turned white again.

It was cold... the cold wind was howling in my ears. I wrapped myself in a thin marching quilt like a hedgehog, trembling and trying hard to tighten every leaking place.

The South Korean army attacked twelve times in total. Although they kept sending reinforcements, and finally a regiment of people attacked the mountain, they were still unable to get close to the volunteers' positions, but they only left hundreds of corpses in front of the positions. As the sky became darker, the South Korean army, which could not be captured for a long time, had to withdraw back to Wenjing.

I asked me to tell you, why bother to get these enemies back to Wenjing? In fact, just take a loudspeaker and shout at the enemy: "We are Chinese", I am afraid that it is more effective than any bomb. But if this is true, I am afraid I will be shot as a traitor.

I tightened the thin cloak on my body, and couldn't help but shivered.

The first batch of volunteers entered North Korea secretly, and Commander Peng even brought only a few guards to Kim Il-sung before the Volunteers entered North Korea. The ones we see in modern times in movies that crossed the Yalu River and entered North Korea openly were several volunteers after the war started.

This is done to make the arrogant US and South Korean troops mistakenly believe that the Chinese army did not participate in the war, or even if they participate in the war, they are only a small number of Chinese troops. In order to achieve this goal, we even received an order to demote our number to battalion-level units if we are captured, such as a certain division and a certain regiment, which are all said to be from a certain battalion...

Facts also prove that the Volunteer Army's confidentiality work was done very well, because until the second battle was completed, the US military commander MacArthur insisted that they were facing only a small number of Chinese troops. This famous American general in World War II said: "The Chinese are not a regrettable force." "If the Chinese army dares to cross the Yalu River, he will organize a massacre and make the Chinese army bloody." He even boasted that he would end the battle on Thanksgiving and before Christmas, and this three-year-old war gave him a fierce mouth.

I listened to the sound of my teeth fighting and rubbed my feet that were so cold that they were unconscious, for fear that they would become part of my body without realizing it.

After the enemy retreated to Wenjing, the volunteers had time to rest. But when the sky was dark, the weather was terrible. Moreover, because of the fear of being exposed, the target was bombed by American planes, the entire army could not make fires. It was so cold that it was so cold that I could not sleep. I could only wrap myself in the marching quilt and seek a little warmth in this small space.

But as the saying goes, people have three urgent needs. After a long, contradictory and fierce battle between heaven and man in my heart, I finally mustered up the courage to get out of the marching.

"Where is this? Comrade!" Hu Zi showed a pair of fishy and pine eyes from the quilt, and it looked like he had a sleep.

"Shi...you have to care about the skitter!" I responded angrily, and the trembling voice from the cold was almost impossible to recognize even myself.

"Bring this." Hu Zi threw a thin iron rod in front of me.

"What are you doing with this?" I picked up the thin iron rod in confusion. No matter how I thought about it, I couldn't figure out what this thing was for.

"If you ask you to bring it with you, just bring it with you! Why are you talking so much nonsense?" Hu Zi moved and buried his head in the quilt.

The cold made me not bother to think too much, so I hurried to a nearby bush and found a place to squat down, but it didn't take long to scream - the weather was too cold and all of them were frozen.

At this moment, I couldn't help but remember the thin iron rod that Hu Zi threw to me just now. After listening carefully, the clanging sound of the iron rod hitting objects was rising and falling in the dark sky, endless...

This can be said to be the most difficult and painful jumping of my past. After finally solving it, I came back trotting all the way, but found that my comrades were busy sorting out their equipment.

"This... where are you going?" I asked in pain, knowing that I must be marching again, and I haven't had a rest yet.

"The superior issued an order and marched twenty miles at night to Wenjing." The old squad leader helped me sort out the verge and took it to me and said, "Comrade, please click on your own equipment, kettles, shovels... These things are usually inconspicuous, but they may save your life during wars."

"No! I'm going to fight again?" Although as expected, I almost cried in pain. What kind of life are you living? You can't eat enough, don't wear warm clothes, don't sleep. You just marching and fighting all day long. Then after the war, you will marching and fighting again. No one can stand it. I've seen it for a few days. I've been beaten to death on the battlefield, and I'll be exhausted!

"That's good to march!" Hu Zi, like he was angry with me, tidied up his equipment and jumped in front of me a few times and said, "It's cold and cold, and march is just warm!"

I carried all my equipment on my back, with the biting wind and snow, and followed the troops with one foot deep and one foot shallow. This marching was different from the marching last night. There were only one company with more than one hundred people, and now there are two or three thousand people. Under this snowy night, there are shadows of volunteer soldiers everywhere.

Hunger, cold and fatigue are tormenting me all the time, reminding me of the peaceful era in modern times, the warm home, and the table of fragrant meals. Thinking about my mother who took care of me meticulously, her nose was a little sour, but a few tears were still falling and it turned into ice next to her eyes before she could fall...

Sometimes I just want to stay on the ground and can't get up, so I don't leave. I see who can do anything to me, but seeing that other volunteers are like nothing, I don't want to be a coward like this. And more importantly... I suspect that if I really stayed on, maybe someone would really jumped with a gun and shot me. Who is right in the war these days? If you don't leave, don't you want to be a deserter? It's not normal to be a deserter and be shot to death.

"Comrade, Comrade!"

"ah!"

I looked up and saw that at some point Xiaoshandong had arrived in front of me. He grinned at me and said, "Comrade, the leader called you."

"The regiment commander called me?" I couldn't help but wonder. There were almost two thousand people in a regiment of the Volunteer Army. This regiment commander could also be said to be a senior general. How could he call me this unknown little man?

"What did the leader call me for?" As he accelerated his pace with Xiao Shandong, he asked casually.

"I don't know, the commander didn't tell me." Xiao Shandong paused, and then said thoughtfully: "It seems that he had caught a few spies on the road. The commander couldn't understand what they said, so he wanted to find a translator!"

"Oh!" I now understood. It seems that understanding more language is really beneficial.

He trotted along the team and turned a corner and saw dozens of civilians being held by five volunteer soldiers on the side of the road. Next to him was a middle-aged volunteer soldier. He said that his army was not ashamed because his belt was hung around his neck and his pale face was covered with beards. If he added a cigarette to his mouth, he would be like a traitor in the movie.

"Report to Commander Chu, Cui Wei brought him to the second company and third row of the Third Battalion."

"Ah?" Hearing Xiao Shandong's words, I realized that the middle-aged soldier in front of me who looked like a traitor was the leader of the 354th Regiment - Chu Chuanyu.

I quickly followed suit, stood attentively and saluted: "Report to the leader..."

"Cui Wei, right?" Captain Chu couldn't wait to finish speaking, and said impatiently: "I heard that you know Korean. Come on, come on, ask these people and see what they are from."

"yes!"

I turned around and looked at the object I was asking about, and immediately understood why they were treated as spies. Although these dozens of people were all civilian costumes, they were all middle-aged men. Needless to think about it, they must have been in the army.

"Which unit are you from?" I asked their number directly in Korean.

Some people say that when interrogating a thief, don’t ask him if he has stole anything, just ask him how many he has stolen. Although this trick is very old-fashioned, it often results in unexpected results when the other party is nervous. Sure enough, a few of them looked up at me in confusion, which further confirmed that they are indeed soldiers.

"Which unit are you from? Be frank and be lenient. The Chinese People's Volunteer Army treats prisoners preferential treatment!" I continued to ask. One day after I followed the army, and I have learned a lot of what my comrades often say.

"China?" One of the little men finally reacted. In the night, he looked at me in confusion, then looked at the long queue passing by behind me, and asked hesitantly: "You... are you Chinese?"

"That's right!" I nodded, but I didn't expect that my slight action and such a brief answer would be like a storm.

As filmed in the revolutionary movie, these "civilians" in front of them suddenly became extremely enthusiastic. They showed happy smiles on their faces and their eyes were flashing with the light of expectation. They rushed to shake hands with me and the volunteer soldiers around me, and at the same time said meaningfully: "Comrade! But wait for you! The Korean people and the Korean People's Army, warmly welcome your arrival!"

"You are..." I looked at the group of people in confusion, and at the same time stopped my comrades around me who were trying to lift their guns because of their big moves.

"Comrade, we are Korean People's Army soldiers." The little man saluted me and replied; "My name is Cui Xixuan, the company commander of the 1st Company of the 3rd Battalion, 78th Regiment of the 15th Division of the People's Army. They are all my subordinates."

"Our commander is behind." After hesitating, Cui Xixuan pointed to a small hill not far away and said, "Please tell your leader and allow me to call the commander."

Ah, a teacher-level master came. I was stunned when I heard this. I quickly turned around and said Cui Xixuan's words to Captain Chu.
Chapter completed!