Start from Changjin Lake

Chapter 39

The road ahead is not easy.

Now the temperature seems to have been maintained at around minus 20 degrees. Even after daybreak, the temperature has not risen, and the cold wind is blowing like knives.

In a short period of time, several of the 150 people in the Seventh Company suffered frostbite. If it was not a fluke to seize these equipment and materials from the US military, it is estimated that there will be more frostbite and loss of personnel soon.

"We surrendered a total of 68 guns, and four heavy machine guns remained intact. Among them, three American light machine guns, twelve carbines, 28 Garand rifles, seventeen Springfield rifles, six pistols, and American radio Two. The remaining winter coats are about 3000 pieces of large and small pieces, as well as various American food and odds and ends, and there are more than [-] rounds of bullets alone. The supplies of this platoon are several times better than ours. "

On the mountain road, Mei Sheng went through the list of all the seized items.

Qianli nodded: "We need to travel lightly. The guns and cotton clothes are the limit. Other objects like Browning heavy machine guns and mortars can only be buried on the spot according to the situation."

He thought for a while, then asked, "How is Xuan Qiang doing?"

Mei Sheng: "Not very optimistic."

Qianli: "...I'll go take a look."

The team of the Seventh Company is trekking on the uninhabited path in the mountains at this time. Because their team has a secret mission, even though there are some relatively spacious North Korean roads built, they still choose to enter the deep mountains and trek among the deep mountains. And go.

When Qianli and Meisheng came to the back to check, Xu Qing was taking care of the injured Xuan Qiang, but his face was not good.

Because everyone thought that only one person would survive, but not long after they started on the road, Xuan Qiang woke up on the bumpy road, screaming all the time.Everyone lifted the clothes and the wound on his back, only to find that the bandages and medicines applied to him had no effect at all.

The napalm stuck to his body and burned, containing white phosphorus and other highly toxic chemicals, and the burnt surface had turned into large areas of blue-black.The little medicine that Qilian carried with him didn't work at all.

Qianli walked over and asked, "How is it..."

Xu Qing shook her head: "You have already seen it."

In fact, there was no need for Xu Qing to answer, Xuan Qiang was lying on the stretcher the whole time, rolling over and wanting to scream, but he was biting the towel fiercely in his mouth, trying not to make a sound.But the ferocious expression and the twisted body that could not stop rolling showed what kind of pain he was suffering at this time.

Seeing Qianli approaching, Xuan Qiang endured the pain and spat out the towel:

"Company commander, I beg you, please help me, give me a gun, I'm dying of pain..."

It's okay if he doesn't speak, but when he speaks, he can't stop shaking. It's obviously a cold winter tens of degrees below zero, but beads of sweat burst out on his forehead, and he can't stop shaking with the pain.

Qianli opened his mouth to speak, but couldn't say anything.

He pursed his lips hard and pinned Xuan Qiang's arm: "You must persevere. When we arrive at the destination, there will be a hospital and health workers there will definitely save you..."

Xuan Qiang's painful eyes and nose came out: "But I really can't wait anymore, I can't bear it any longer, let me die! Company commander, I beg you, let me die..."

Everyone couldn't bear to see Xuan Qiang fighting in pain all over his body, but they had no choice but to bow their heads and remain silent.

Seeing that the company commander Qianli refused to agree silently, the light in his eyes dimmed a bit.

But even so, he still worked hard to maintain his dignity as a soldier of the Seventh Company and a soldier of the Volunteer Army, in order not to disturb everyone's marching route.Under everyone's gaze, he bit the towel again.

Everyone can see that this is a real fighter.

But at this very moment, he is...begging to die!
Qianli walked to the front of the team ruthlessly, turned around and roared: "speed up, keep going!"

Xu Qing chased after her and asked in a low voice, "How long will it take us to reach our destination?"

Qianli took a deep breath: "According to the current marching speed, it will take at least three days."

"Three days..." Xu Qing was dumbfounded.

He had a faint feeling in his heart... that Xuan Qiang might not be able to last for three days.

He could see how deep and piercing the pain was.

In the early morning of November [-], they crossed the Yalu River and landed on the exotic land of North Korea.Today, November [-]th, in just two days and two nights, they participated in a sudden encirclement and annihilation battle, met a North Korean girl from a foreign country, and sent her away with regret.

And now there is another soldier in the Seventh Company, who is also on the verge of death.

All the reasons come from the US military, from the enemy, from the damn planes and shells!
Xu Qing tried his best to calm down, and tightly clenched the new gun in his hand - he must avenge these people!

The gun in his hand has been replaced by a Garand rifle of an American soldier. The original Mosin Nagant gun was too late to withdraw. Under the burning of the gasoline bomb, many parts melted into molten iron, causing serious damage.

Pinghe had also used this gun before.It is the main sidearm used by the U.S. military, with eight semi-automatic rounds, very fierce firepower, and greatly improved accuracy.

Shotguns are changed, weapons are in hand, and the desire to kill the enemy and take revenge is getting stronger and stronger...

With all kinds of thoughts and ideas in mind, Xu Qing, Qilian and his party continued to trek in the mountains.

Their marching process was not peaceful throughout the day, and they often saw more than a dozen Mustang planes of the US military or summer L19 reconnaissance planes flying in the sky just after entering the mountains or walking on a trail. circling.

To be on the safe side, everyone was marching in remote places among the mountains and forests. One of the goals of the Seventh Company was to conceal their actions.

So during this day, they discovered the situation of the enemy plane many times, and then quickly hid in the grass and grass in the ravine to hide.

At night, with the experience of being in the ruins of Donglin Mountain, they did not choose to rest in a populated place, and continued to stay directly in the mountain forest.

Not so lucky this time, there is no cave.I had no choice but to tidy up my luggage under a big tree, spread a quilt and rest on it.

When he was about to fall asleep, Xu Qing could still hear Xuan Qiang nearby who was still holding back, biting the towel, his eyes staring red, and he was enduring it.

But as she gradually fell asleep, after falling asleep, when Xu Qing woke up again, she suddenly found that Xuan Qiang's movement and voice had disappeared at some point.

He had a vague premonition in his heart.

Quickly asked: "Where is Xuan Qiang?"

Everyone was also shocked, and then mobilized their forces to investigate everywhere.

Only then did I realize that he actually crawled out of the quilt in the middle of the night!

He put the cotton coat and military uniform on the stretcher and folded them neatly, but he crawled into the grass naked alone.

The stars and the moon are dotted in the sky, sparsely dotted, the snow in the forest cannot be seen clearly under the dark clouds, but a trace of crawling can be seen clearly.

He curled up under a tree, his body was covered with a layer of snow, his face, eyebrows, beard and beard were covered with icicles formed by wind and frost, his whole body was frozen to death on this icy land.

Xuan Qiang had a painful smile on his face—pain comes from pain, and only people who freeze to death can smile.

He died quietly.

Only 19 years old.Two months to my 20th birthday.

Qianli, Mei Sheng and others also saw it when they came over, and they all stopped involuntarily.

"salute--"

In the mountains, in the snow, in the howling of the cold wind, the heaviness in everyone's hearts increased by three points. They were sad, sad, and even more angry, as if they would burst out vigorously and tear the enemy apart!
Because he was on the way, everyone could only bury him where he fell asleep last night and leave a mark for later relocation.

"No. 560 fifth, Xuan Qiang..."

While walking, Xu Qing muttered softly, feeling rather complicated.This is a respectable and admirable fighter.

He asked Lei Gong, "Where is he from?"

"Sichuan."

"His family..."

"An orphan, and all of them are dead."

Lei Gong thought for a while, and suddenly took out a red string from his pocket, with a bullet casing on it—it was his whistle.It has changed for the past few days.

Lei Gong even made some artistic processing, engraved with a shallow flower pattern of Jindalai.

Xu Qing took it over and looked at it: "I like it very much, thank you."

He took it up in his hand and put the bullet whistle to his mouth.

Lei Gong hurriedly stopped: "You can't blow it. It will attract the enemy."

"Don't blow."

Xu Qing raised it and lowered it, rubbing the surface, the tiny holes were polished perfectly, "When it's time to blow, it must blow very loudly."

After all the simple funeral ceremonies are over, people are not in a good mood.

The walking road is the same as the previous few days, with the same snow scene, the same mountain road, and the distant mountains are connected one by one, the road is calm and a little depressing.

When he was resting, he wanted to find someone to talk to, but Yu Congrong became silent a lot, and he was not in a good mood.Looking around, he soon saw that Ping He was leaning against the stone beside the forest, sitting alone.

Walking over, he saw the Garand sniper rifle standing beside him, and he looked it up:
"What a nice gun."

Ping He didn't turn his head: "You have one too."

Xu Qing tilted his head to look: "What are you doing?"

Ping He: "Cartoon."

He was leaning on the stone and holding a small knife, and kept carving and scratching the brass bullet on his chest.

Xu Qing leaned over and looked.It's the word "flat" one after another.

He raised his head: "Pinghe's Ping?"

Ping He: "No, peaceful Ping."

(End of this chapter)