Chapter 28: Enemy plane

"Oh!" As soon as Captain Chu walked into the house, he was startled by the prisoners sitting all over the ground.

"Hello, Commander!" When we saw Commander Chu, we stood up and saluted, and even the prisoners stood up.

"What's going on?" Perhaps he had been a translator for Commander Chu several times, and he recognized me as soon as he entered the house, walked straight to me and pointed at the prisoners and asked, "These soldiers..."

"Report to the leader of the regiment." I said proudly: "There are fifty-four prisoners we have captured in total, and the others are watching from the room next to us!"

"What's the point?" Unexpectedly, Captain Chu's face was released and he scolded us: "Catch the prisoners and send two people to take them back. The soldiers are chasing the enemy outside, you..."

Commander Chu pointed his fingers in front of us, and said with a blushing face: "Ah...you guys, hiding in the house, grilling, gnawing canned beef! Do you know that the comrades outside are bleeding and sacrificing themselves while hungry! Everyone has it, and they will immediately enter the battle!"

"Yes!" We couldn't even lift our heads after Captain Chu said this, so we hurriedly sorted out our equipment and walked out.

When I walked out the door, I realized that my previous thought was wrong. There was no such thing as merit or demerit in the volunteer army. Medal is merit, and fault is fault. Having merit does not mean that I can make some small mistakes and avoid criticism. Just like we caught so many prisoners just now, but it does not mean that we can enjoy a special service such as food and clothing in the hut.

"Oh my God..." I whined in my heart. Even I myself thought that "food and clothing" were a special service. No wonder the Chinese people would call the Volunteer Army "the cutest people". At this time, I deeply felt the spirit of the volunteer soldiers' life and fighting endlessly.

"Comrade, comrade!" After running for a while, Political Commissar Chen Ye chased after him panting and said unhurriedly: "Comrade, I recognize you. You are the comrade who came up with the advice that night in Wenjing!"

"Hello political commissar!" I stopped and stood attentively and saluted.

"Comrade, don't take it to your heart if the leader says." Chen Ye patted my shoulder and said, "The leader is so angry and has strict requirements on people. He is the most shameful thing to do."

"Yes!" I didn't know what to say. In fact, I also think Captain Chu is right. He should share the joys and sorrows with his comrades in the same army, and should not be lazy.

"Comrade, you did a good job!" Chen Ye continued: "I have captured so many prisoners and won some food and ammunition for the troops. I have fought well and I have to continue working hard. But you must remember that we are revolutionary soldiers, we must have the spirit of hard work, selfless dedication, and sacrifice. Enjoymentism is unsatisfactory!"

"Yes!" I stood up again and cried in my heart: Oh my God, it turns out that this is the legendary ideological and political work. I would rather let Captain Chu scold him again.

"Um..." Chen Ye was about to continue, but seemed to remember something, and stopped and said, "Okay! The military situation is urgent, the 38th Army is still blocking us, hurry up and chase the enemy! Capture a few more prisoners and come back to see me, I will repay you for your merits!"

"Yes!" I turned around and ran away as if I had been re-released. That speed was that even I had chased my beloved beauty back then.

At the same time, my heart couldn't help but feel a little slack, Thirty-Eighth Army? Isn't that the Thirty-Eighth Army called the Long Live Army?

The 38th Army was powerful, but in the first battle, the puppet Eighth Division escaped from the encirclement because it did not intersperse to the predetermined location on time. For this reason, the commander of the 38th Army was scolded by General Peng!

Oh, yes! I remembered that we were chasing the pseudo-Eighth Master... Thinking of this, my steps couldn't help but slow down.

"What's wrong? Platoon Commander Cui?" Hu Zi turned around in confusion when he saw me slow down.

"Don't chase after you, you can't catch up." I said angrily: "The 38th Army can't block the enemy. How could our legs run beyond the enemy's four wheels!"

"Plane leader!" The old squad leader stopped and said to me in a deep voice: "Captain Chu has taught him the right lesson. We can't be criticized, just wander around! Don't take it to your heart, ah!"

"Ah, I..." I was speechless for a moment and didn't know how to explain it. In desperation, I had to follow everyone forward. I felt so depressed, thinking that sometimes I really knew that the result was not a good thing.

I don’t know if it’s because I have the strength after eating canned food or because I am used to running, so I don’t feel tired or sleepy when I start running. I just know that I’m doing useless work, and that my thoughts are misunderstood and I feel a little depressed.

The sky in North Korea was bright very fast, perhaps because of the white snow everywhere reflecting light. It was still gray just now, but in the blink of an eye, the scenery around me became clear. I couldn't help but look up at the sky with some concern. The sun gradually rose from the east, illuminating half of the sky, but the mountains under the sun seemed even darker. As soon as the sky was bright, it was time for the American plane to set off to protect the puppet Eighth Army to escape safely.

But I did not receive any order to stop pursuing. Is it because the regiment headquarters had no time to convey the order? Or did I think the 38th Army intercepted the enemy in front and pursued the enemy desperately for the sake of overall combat?

The communication equipment of the Volunteer Army is extremely backward. Only radio stations are available at the regiment headquarters, and all the communication between troops below the battalion level depends on correspondents. Therefore, in this case of chasing the enemy, it is entirely possible for the troops to lose contact with the regiment command. I was worried and wondered whether to order the pursuit of the enemy without the regiment headquarters? Otherwise, if we were discovered by enemy planes, we would have to be beaten.

But I finally gave up this idea. The soldiers took obedience as their duty. I thought bitterly in my heart: I hope that all American pilots had a stomachache last night, or they all had overslept, otherwise my life... Hey, it was such a good bad spirit. I hadn't started praying yet! The buzzing sound of the plane came from the sky...

Everyone stopped involuntarily and realized what was going to happen.

Looking towards the less dazzling sunshine, dozens of Mustang fighters flew into five columns in this direction. Several seemed to have discovered the target, left the column and dropped bombs downwards, and fired.

"What should I do?" asked the old squad leader.

Looking around, there was a vast area of ​​white snow everywhere, and there was no place to hide. The few of us were as obvious as a few black rat shit in a pot of white porridge. Everyone couldn't help but turn their eyes to me again.

At this time, two wild horses were flying towards us with a terrifying roar. The silver-white wings reflected dazzling sunlight, as if showing off their powerful force to us. The oval head was facing us, and countless bullets could be sprayed out at any time to knock us into sieves.

"Damn it, I'm fighting with you!" Hu Zi raised the rifle in his hand and aimed at the enemy plane, but I pressed it down.

"Wave!" I shouted, "Everyone waves together and cheers loudly!"

Then I took the lead in raising my hands high to cheer at the enemy plane. Everyone understood and immediately cheered. Hu Zi was no exception. What was quite surprising was that he shouted very loudly and devotedly. After listening carefully, he realized that he was shouting: "I... fuck... you... old... mother..."

"Woo..." The Mustang fighter plane flew over our heads without any danger. The rushing airflow lifted my hat to the snow. Fortunately, I secretly wiped my sweat, and it was not my head that I lifted off.

"Platform leader, give it!" The old squad leader smiled on his face, picked up the hat on the ground and handed it to me, his eyes full of admiration and trust. Then he looked at Hu Zi and other soldiers, all looking at me in a daze.

I knew in my heart that if they thought I was not qualified to be their platoon leader in the past, then after these battles, they had completely accepted me and developed an indescribable trust and even blind obedience to me. Just like when they encounter difficulties now, they always push the problems to me.

This is a habit! When I was a child, I heard a story that when the sheep farmer drove the sheep out of the sheep pen, he deliberately placed a wooden stick at the door. The flock could easily jump over the wooden stick. When the last sheep was left, even if the sheep farmer pulled the wooden stick away, the last sheep would still jump out.

Similarly, in front of Hu Zi, the old squad leader and other comrades, I made the right decision again and again. One day when I made a wrong decision, they would do it without hesitation. Maybe what the soldiers need is this kind of blind obedience!

I glanced at the people who were happy about cheating over American planes, and ordered: "Run and move forward!"

"yes!"

Sure enough, without asking, they lined up the column according to my order, and above our heads, countless Mustang fighter jets flew around.

What surprised me even more was that whenever we passed a hill or a grass, there were always a few hidden volunteer soldiers jumped out of the team, and the team following me grew stronger and stronger, and soon it grew to hundreds of people.

I am so majestic and so enjoyable! I am carrying a team of hundreds of people. I am not a platoon leader. After all, I am also a battalion commander! Maybe there are still several battalion commanders in this team! Moreover, this team is like a god-assisted help. The enemy's planes are flying around on top, but they do not hurt us at all. There are even a few planes in circles to provide us with warning and protection...

Perhaps because of the lack of oil, the Mustang fighter planes flew around in more than half an hour later, but we still advanced in an orderly team and drove to the Qingchuan River without any danger before dark.

What I don't know is that because of my small actions, the US Intelligence Agency received two different versions of intelligence from the puppet army and the pilot. The puppet army emphasized over and over again that a large number of Communist troops were chasing behind him and requesting support from the air force. However, the American pilot said confidently: The troops of the Republic of Korea are under our protection, everything is under control, and there is no sign of a large force behind him.
Chapter completed!