Beautiful English songs came from the bread, canned food, and the radio. Although the volunteers could not understand what was singing inside, they were still moved by the beautiful melody.

Inside the air-raid shelter, I hid in the quilt and hummed softly with the music. I have not been so comfortable since I came to this world.

The radio was brought back from the battlefield with my last effort. I had been telling Captain Chu that I had heard the Americans' information from the radio, but this time I finally had something to do as physical evidence. But when I first saw me listening to Americans' music, the soldiers were a little reluctant.

"How do you hear about American things?" Hu Zixin said frankly and asked in a slight manner: "The American devils are so poor and shouting, "What's the good thing about it? And... are you still a company commander? What's the style?"

"That's it!" The other soldiers found it dissatisfied: "We still like to listen to our folk songs, don't you know if there is anything inside?"

"No!" I felt a little aggrieved. The domestic radio station's signal was not good, and I couldn't find it after adjusting it.

"Go and go... what do you know?" Fortunately, the old squad leader cleared the siege for me: "Do you know how Platoon Commander Cui knows so many things about the American devils? Are you not those American devils calling in it? We don't understand, but Platoon Commander Cui... is Company Commander Cui, and Company Commander Cui can understand it! Why? You don't want it if you get the information from the Japanese so easily? If you ask the reconnaissance company to do this, how many lives will it take to exchange for it?"

"That's right!" The soldiers suddenly realized after being said by the old squad leader.

Hu Zi touched his head embarrassedly and said, "That... Company Commander, I always make mistakes without knowing anything. Don't blame me. Listen to you... I won't make trouble!"

After saying that, I ran away from my eyes as if I was afraid of disturbing me, which made me feel a little amused and cry.

“Huh…”

At this time, the music on the radio suddenly stopped, and then the voice of an American announcer came: "According to the news from the front line, there was a sudden car accident about three miles south of the government in the morning. A military car collided with a jeep, and a man in the car died on the spot. It was confirmed that this person was Lieutenant General Walker, the commander of the Eighth Army..."

"Walker is dead?"

In modern information, I also know that Walker died in a car accident, but I didn’t expect that it would take only 20 days to fight against the United States and aid Korea. Walker, who is called the “bulldog” because of his energy and courage, died…

"What? Who died?"

"Walker!"

"who?"

"Oh!" Looking at my comrades inexplicably, I explained: "The American, commander of the Eighth Army, died in a car accident!"

"Secretary... Commander? Commander of the Eighth Army? Dead?" Unexpectedly, my explanation surprised my comrades even more, and they all looked at me with incredible eyes.

"You mean, the commander of the Americans is dead?" Huzi asked with disbelief: "Does that mean we won?"

"You think beautifully!" The old squad leader cut and replied: "If a commander dies, can those Americans stop fighting? Let's pack up the package and go home? You haven't woken up yet!"

"Of course there is nothing so good." Zhao Yongxin waved his hand and said, "But the Americans died, which can greatly damage their morale. In addition, they suffered two major defeats, so I am afraid that they don't want to fight now. We are not far from the day of victory..."

"That's right! Just use another force and do your best to drive the Americans into the sea!"

"Yes! Take all the reactionaries into the sea and feed the turtle!"

...

The soldiers laughed loudly and talked loudly, but I was the only one who turned off the radio cat silently and entered the bed. Looking at their excitement, I really didn't want to damage their confidence and morale, and even if I said it, they wouldn't believe it. Walker's death may not be a good thing for the Volunteers, because once he died, the one he replaced would be Li Qiwei, who caused great casualties to the Volunteers.

Thinking of Li Qiwei, what makes him scary is that he can see through the secrets of the Volunteer Army's combat operations just based on the combat records of the previous two battles - the logistics supply is seriously insufficient, and the battle can only last for seven or eight days.

So he named the offensive of the Volunteer Army soldiers the weekly offensive, and did not contact our army in the first seven or eight days of the attack by the Volunteer Army soldiers. After the eighth day, our army launched a counterattack when there was no food or ammunition.

At this point, after the retreat, the United Nations army finally launched a large-scale counterattack against the Volunteers. Although the number of casualties in our army and the United Nations army in the previous battles was comparable to that in the United Nations army, and even the number of casualties, including non-combat reduction, was smaller than that of the United Nations army, the number of casualties in the Volunteers increased sharply in the latter battles, and the US military even exchanged the cost of hundreds of casualties to tens of thousands of soldiers in the Volunteers.

At this time, our army was in excessive optimism because of two victories. Just like my comrades who were excitedly discussing victory, the entire army wanted to defeat American imperialism and then pack up their parcels and return to China.

Thinking of this, I lay in the quilt and tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, so I simply came out and walked out of the hole with a gun in my arms.

Under the moonlight, the white snow and pine branches were set off. A soldier standing guard in front of him stood straight motionless with a bayonet rifle on his back, forming a beautiful scenery in the night where the sound of cannons was faintly heard.

The moon in the sky was very round and bright. The cold light, the cold snow, and the cold wind made me shudder and hug my hands tightly.

"Captain Cui!" Jin Qiulian followed me at some point and handed me a sheet of paper.

"So it's Comrade Xiao Jin." I took the sheet silently and put it on casually.

"I said to Comrade Xiao Jin, what's wrong with you these two days?" I couldn't help but ask with a little strange: "Didn't you like talking before? Why haven't you ever seen you bickering with me these days? I'm really a little uncomfortable."

"Company Commander, I..." Jin Qiulian stopped talking.

"Tell me! If you have any difficulties, just mention them! My new official takes office for three things..."

"I'm a little cold, can I come in?" Jin Qiulian pointed to my sheet.

"Ah? This..." I hesitated for a moment, but before I could agree to Jin Qiulian, she opened a corner of the sheet and came in.
Chapter completed!