Start from Changjin Lake

Chapter 87 The Lonely Place

sand……

Xu Qing got up from the snow.

Spit out the ice and snow in your mouth, and shake off the accumulated snowflakes on your body.

After the people who fled in all directions were dealt with, the halfway up the mountain slowly became silent, leaving only corpses lying around, and a huge hideous tank rolling over not far away.

These anti-tank mines are heavy and heavy, carrying them all the way, they are the biggest burden on Xu Qing's body, at this moment they finally played their due value.

All this also shows how fierce and brutal the battle took place here just now.

Slowly moving forward, along the way, the explosive heat from the explosion and machine gun fire melted the surrounding snow and blood and flowed down the mountain.

Most of the Americans were shot and killed by him. Only those South Korean soldiers ran in groups in despair, some were shot by him in the legs and feet, and fell to the cliffs at the bottom of the mountain, and some abandoned their guns rushed into the depths of the cave.

He walked around the corpses of the enemies who were dying all the way, and walked gently into the cave.

Da da da.

In the empty cave, there were still several South Korean soldiers who were shot in the back by him, ran a few steps in but still fell down in the passageway, and there were footprints, blood, and scattered shell casings all over the ground.

The morale of the soldiers of the Korean contingent was so weak that he beat them to an extremely low point. He could faintly hear the mountainside space in the passage, and some very few groaning sounds of running away or being shot.

He gently put the rifle behind his back, took out the pistol at his waist, released the safety, held it with both hands, and bent forward. Even such a victory should not be taken lightly.

Go again to the access intersection inside the hillside.

boom!
He heard a burst of explosions in a passage, shaking the entire cave wall and shaking it slightly, dust fluttering down.

Someone has set off his trap.

He first walked into the mountainside space, the base camp of the task force, was empty at this time, only the messy, trampled tents, and many corpses from the grenade explosion remained.

As soon as he walked in, he lightly stepped on an empty yellow bullet casing in the dark.

bang...

Or the slight movement under his feet stirred up this silent space, and he heard a very slight panic in a wooden house.

He poked forward.

This room is a radio reception room. There are papers and manuscripts flying all over the table on the floor. There are more than a dozen radio stations, military telephones and other equipment on the large tables against the wall. There is no one around. .

But he just clearly heard a sound.

"come out."

Xu Qing didn't go in, but hid outside the door and spoke.

No one responded.

He visually inspected the setting of the house. There were only a few hiding places, and he didn't see any hidden traps. There might be one or two surviving soldiers hiding.

He pulled out a grenade from his chest, held it in his hand, and stepped forward gently.

Squeak!

He opened a cabinet, muzzled in—and it was empty.

The next moment, he quickly turned around with his gun in hand, and saw the big red velvet cloth on the table of the radio station tremble slightly.

He walked forward silently under his feet, stepped on sheets of white paper scattered on the ground, and left footprints one by one. As he approached, he heard someone whispering softly under the table:
"He's coming...request backup....I wanna go home..."

Xu Qing stopped hesitating immediately, and quickly lifted the curtain to reveal a South Korean soldier huddled in the corner under the table, covered in blood, wearing earphones and whispering something in a panic.

As soon as the cloth was lifted, he raised his head subconsciously, a black muzzle was pointed at his forehead, and the light reflected on the soldier's terrified face:
"Do not……"

--boom!

"...Zizi...Hello?..."

He broke it from the soldier's hand, took the earphone and heard a slight English inquiry over there, but the signal was not clear. He looked at a radio device that was blinking on the table, and immediately pulled it off. Remove all switch wires.

Shaking his head, he glanced at the conversation files recorded by radio stations and telephones on the table, stacked some more important ones, and put them in his arms.

Afterwards, he searched through several passages one by one.

There was no one in the entire mountainside. Those who died and fled, and only a few serious injuries were left, and he was polite enough to help. There were chaotic tents everywhere, corpses and people who had no time to retreat. Materials and equipment taken away.

Only now was he slightly relieved.

He came out of the high mountain outside the cave and blew the whistle to contact his comrades.

! ...

The clear whistle sounded far away in the dimming night sky.

After a long time, Gao Xiyou and Song Weiguo, who were hiding one or two kilometers away, carefully ran up the side of the mountain road with their guns in hand.

"Team leader, are you okay!"

"We just ran into a few fleeing enemies at the foot of the mountain..."

As soon as they came up, they were relieved to see that Xu Qing, who was sitting quietly beside a machine gun, was safe and sound.

Xu Qing pointed to the hole: "I've searched it all, and there are no enemies left, you can search for the equipment."

They quickly nodded in agreement, but just after they relaxed, they saw the traces of gunshots and corpses all over the ground, and suddenly reacted in horror:
"Team leader, this is all you alone..."

Xu Qing didn't reply.

He sat down slowly.

Song Weiguo wanted to come over to help him, but he refused. He was not injured, nor was he out of strength, and his physical strength could even fully support him in another hearty battle.

Just want to sit quietly for a while.

There are still some flickering flames and smoke around, even under the extremely low temperature and the vague wind and snow, they are still burning hard. Looking at the scene he created in front of him, I feel the pleasure of killing the enemy in my heart, and there is also a sense of joy. A sense of relief comes through.

When all the enemies in front of him wanted to choose and devour them, he tried his best to remove these obstacles. After completing these, the adrenaline slowly dropped.

My heart suddenly felt a little empty.

This is not hypocrisy, just a momentary feeling.

All the killings, all the vengeance, are just revenge from another angle, and cannot save the lives of those comrades who died. This kind of compensation is flawed...

Amidst the ice and snow, he suddenly thought of modern life, the land of fish and rice in his hometown, the five thousand miles of old parents fishing by the sea, the boatman Liu Yuzi, the friends playing and playing in the water, the maple forest along the coast, the bright yellow and dancing leaves, Long field ridges, wooden boats with black roofs on the tidal flats are paddling for fishing, and the Jiangnan water situation has been floating on the water for generations. The long black feathers of ospreys are neighing on the water, and the boatman's long and long song is heard on the lake. Shout out...

Wu Qianli and a leaf light boat were sailing towards him, 'Wu Wanli' was running on the Qiulin trail, and the fishing village on the lake was calm and peaceful.

Having felt the peace there, it is hard not to feel the cruelty of war.

Human life...how insignificant on such a battlefield.

Xu Qing got up slowly.

He took a deep breath and wiped the gun.

What he did for the soldiers who died in the Railway Corps was not meaningless.

The path may be fixed, so he can't make up for and change what has happened, but he can try his best to change what hasn't happened yet.

There are other people and other roads ahead, and this road is infinite and long...

He remembered.

Lei Gong only had the last swan song on the battlefield, Yu Congrong died with the plane holding the machine gun, Pinghe, the explosive package and the tank died in the flames, Wu Qianli blew up the Shuimen Bridge and died in the snowy night...

That was all he could remember of what was going to happen.

People are not afraid of being weak, but are willing to be weak.

He already has the ability to control small battles like this, and he has a greater responsibility to protect and change those dirges that have not yet happened.

"I could have endured the darkness if I hadn't seen the light..."

Xu Qing's eyes were shining brightly.

No words, just clenched the gun in his hand even more.

After a long time, a large number of supplies and firearms in the cave were scraped away, all of them were moved out, and they were installed on the two remaining cars nearby. For some large equipment that could not be taken away, Gao Xiyou went to inform the People's Army and the Railway Corps overnight.

They picked out a car, and Song Weiguo was almost ready, so he immediately grabbed the driver's seat.

"where are we going?"

"Changjin Lake."

They started the car slowly. After Gao Xiyou came back, he brought his comrades back to the railway army to sit in the co-pilot, while Xu Qing looked out of the car from the back row. Their Changjin Lake was already very close.

(End of this chapter)