The heavens start from Changjin Lake

Chapter 378 A Heavy Commission

They have arrived in Langtou Town, a small town near the river in Andong City, Ningliao. This town is next to the Yalu River and faces North Korea across the river. Cold air poured into the carriage, and many soldiers were woken up by the cold.

"Use the company as a unit, get off the car and gather!! Gather! All gather!"

Hearing the sound of assembly from the station from a distance, the whole carriage vibrated, and the soldiers got out of the carriage and assembled in the open space of the station.

There were no lights on at the station, and it was pitch black all around, and the wind was like a knife scraping the faces of the soldiers, causing severe pain.

Commander Lei's voice came from the front: "Assemble one battalion after another! Gather one battalion after another!"

Xia Yuan lightly kicked the still confused soldier, and shouted: "Quickly, get out of the car and assemble!"

The soldiers got off the train with their weapons in their hands, and looked at the border town curiously. Unfortunately, it was too dark and there was no lighting equipment. All they saw were vague shadows of buildings. It could be vaguely seen that they were in a border town. A small town, but the train did not drive into the town, but stopped outside the town. This is a simple train station.

It is estimated that it was also to prevent being bombed by US military planes, and even the lights were not turned on.

The soldiers gathered in the dark, and some soldiers didn't know they were in the wrong team until they heard their company commander calling their company number, so they searched for the sound and groped over.

The first battalion and one company were all in the same carriage. When they got off the carriage, they heard Captain Lei's voice. After gathering, they were taken to the rest camp. They set off on March [-]th, and when they arrived at the destination, it was already March [-]th. On the [-]th, they will have a three-day rest here.

On the way to the camp, there was a rumbling sound from the far southeast. The sound lasted for a full minute. The soldiers looked in the direction of the source of the sound vigilantly. The soldier in charge of leading them raised his head and said: "This is another American devil's plane that discovered our logistics transport unit and is bombing the logistics transport unit."

Company Commander Lei asked: "It's late at night, can US military planes fly?"

The soldier said: "I can fly, but the vision is not good. I have been here for more than two months, and I often hear the news that the logistics transport force is bombed by planes. The transport force usually transports supplies late at night. The American devils know that we are transporting goods at night." For materials, some bombers were specially dispatched at night to bomb our logistics routes. The pilots of the American devils bombed very accurately. I often heard news that our convoy was bombed by US aircraft and lost a lot of supplies. Sometimes the body of the driver comrade could not be found in the car, and they were all blown up by American artillery shells."

Wang Xiaoliang clenched his fists: "We not only want to avenge Wang Huzi's mother, but also avenge the comrades who died on the Korean battlefield!"

The soldiers were filled with righteous indignation: "Yes! We must give the American devils a little color and let them know that we are not easy to mess with!"

The soldier said: "When you go over there, you must be careful of the planes of the American devils. Their planes will drop a kind of incendiary bomb, which will explode into a sea of ​​​​fire after falling. I heard from the wounded who came down from the front line that the incendiary bomb It can directly burn people to ashes, and you can't even find them, so you must be careful when you go."

The soldiers trembled inwardly.

Company Commander Lei said: "Thank you, comrade, for reminding me."

The soldier leading the way said again: "You're welcome. Many comrades who fought against the American devils for the first time just didn't know it. They thought it was an ordinary shell, but it turned out... alas."

He sighed and said: "These are lessons. The company commander told me that when he asked me to take over the troops to fight in North Korea, he must tell everyone about this knowledge, but when you are resting here, the superiors will I will send some soldiers who have fought against the American devils to tell you some of the methods of the American devils."

The soldier took them to the barracks where they were resting, and said, "Comrade, you can rest here. The superiors will come down tomorrow. You must be careful when you go to the front line."

Instructor Shao said gratefully: "Thank you comrades, you should also pay attention to your own safety."

"Do not worry."

The soldier waved his hand, turned and left.

Instructor Shao turned to the soldiers of the company: "Go into the room and choose a bed, everyone, go to bed quickly. There are not enough beds for two people to sleep together."

Some tired soldiers entered the room, chose a bed at random, spread out the cotton quilt, and fell asleep on the bed without taking off their clothes.

The next day.

The sky is a little drowsy.

Xia Yuan got up early in the morning and took the soldiers for a run. This town has become a militarized town. Cars with supplies can be seen everywhere on the road, and weeds are used as camouflage on them. Disguised in the mountains and fields, the fighters for logistics and transportation were busy. When they saw Xia Yuan and the others, they stopped one after another.

A little logistics soldier asked: "Comrade, which department do you belong to?"

Lao Yang shouted: "We are the first battalion and one company of the [-]th Regiment of the [-]th Division of the [-]th Army."

The logistics soldier asked again: "Comrade, are you going to the front line?"

Lao Yang replied: "Yes!"

The little logistics soldier hurried over and said, "Comrade, can I trouble you with something?"

Lao Yang said: "Comrade, you say, if you can help, I will definitely help."

The soldier quickly took out a crumpled photo from his arms, handed it to Lao Yang, and said eagerly: "Comrade, the person in this photo is my brother. He has not heard from him since he joined the army. My mother is dying." At that time, let me find my brother. I heard that my brother went to North Korea with the army, so I came over, but because I am a logistics soldier, I can’t go to the front line. Please, comrade, can you ask for me, if If you can’t find it, forget it.”

Lao Yang glanced at the person in the photo, it was a new face he had never seen before, and he couldn't make up his mind about this matter, so he turned his head and looked at Xia Yuan, Xia Yuan took the photo and looked at it, and put it in his pocket involuntarily , Said: "Comrade, I will help you with this matter!"

The little soldier showed excitement on his face: "Comrade, thank you, my name is Chen Shuxiang, my brother is Chen Shusheng, he should be 27, if comrade finds him, tell him, mother misses him very much, but I will never see him again , When I beat the American devils away in the future, let him go to my mother's grave to see my mother. My mother has not seen my brother for seven years. Her last wish before she died was to see my brother, but she didn't see her either. .”

The soldiers in the row suddenly felt a little heavy. Being a soldier is a dilemma of loyalty and filial piety. In the end, they all chose to serve the motherland, but they made their old mothers wait for them year after year. Being able to rush home when the old mother was dying and miss seeing the old mother for the last time.

Xia Yuan said solemnly: "Comrade, don't worry, I will definitely ask you when I get to the front line."

Chen Shuxiang said 'hey' and said, "I am an auto soldier in the third company of the artillery battalion of the 67th Division."

"Chen Shuxiang, Chen Shuxiang."

The logistics in the distance called him again, and Chen Shuxiang ran over, turned around halfway and waved his hands, with a bright smile on his face: "Comrade, thank you."

Xia Yuan waved his hand.

Lao Yang asked a little anxiously: "Old Xia, we haven't written anything about this matter yet, how can you find it? If we can't find it, how can we explain it to others."

Xia Yuan said: "People always have to have hope. Since he found us, we can't let his hope be dashed. That's what his mother said when he passed away. You and I both have mothers and relatives. In the future, when my mother passed away, there would be such last words, we went to look for lost relatives, seek help, but were rejected everywhere, and the hope in our hearts would gradually be shattered."

After a pause, he said again: "Leave this matter to me."

Wang Xiaoliang said from the side: "Platoon leader, and me."

The soldiers shouted in unison: "Platoon leader, there are still us."

Lao Yang opened his mouth and said, "That's fine, I'll accompany you to search."

Xia Yuan nodded heavily and shouted, "Keep running!"

In the distance, Chen Shuxiang moved the supplies to the car. Hearing the slogan "one two one" coming from a distance, he couldn't help but stop and look.

The soldier in the car asked: "Chen Shuxiang, have you told the comrades over there about looking for your brother?"

Chen Shuxiang nodded: "Tell them, they promised to help me find it."

The soldier said: "But North Korea is so big, how can they find it?"

Chen Shuxiang turned around, picked up the ammunition box in his arms and handed it to him, saying: "Whether I can find it or not, I always have some hope, no, last night the transport troops of the company were blown up by the plane of the American devils again, I am worried that I will have something to do." One day I will die on North Korean soil, and no one will remember my brother."

The soldier loaded the ammunition box into the car, and his heart suddenly became a little heavy. He comforted: "It's okay, I believe your brother is still alive, and he will definitely go home."

Chen Shuxiang raised his head, with a smile on his face: "I also believe that my brother is still alive, let's load the car quickly, there is still a transportation task tonight."

The soldier nodded: "Good!"

A week later, Chen Shuxiang was on a transportation mission. His convoy was spotted by a U.S. military plane and was bombed by U.S. planes. None of the soldiers chose to jump out of the car, but stepped on the accelerator and chose to continue driving forward in the face of the shells dropped by the enemy bombers.

Cars were hit by shells, and the violent explosion made a huge roar, and billows of smoke drifted up.

Chen Shuxiang tightly grasped the steering wheel with both hands, and his eyes were firm. Facing the indiscriminate bombing of enemy planes and heavy machine gun fire, he never wavered in his heart to protect this truck of supplies, and never let go of his foot on the accelerator. , driving a car on the highway, and the trucks beside them never stopped. They were all guarding the supplies on the truck in their own way.The U.S. military plane swooped down, a string of long scythes swept down from the sky, the mud splashed, the gravel burst, and the bullet shot through the front windshield of the car and penetrated his body. His brain was buzzing, and he only felt like It was like being hit by a long whip, without any pain.

Chen Shuxiang looked down, and suddenly found that his stomach had been torn, blood had stained the cotton pants, his internal organs had already been broken, his mouth was filled with a smell of rust, and a mouthful of blood spattered on the steering wheel. There was a roar, and the shock wave formed by the explosion shook his car. Chen Shuxiang held his breath and leaned on the steering wheel to ensure that the car would not rush into the ditch beside him.

He has already begun to feel that his consciousness has become blurred, but the car is not safe yet. There is a lot of ammunition on his car, which cannot be destroyed here. Without this car of ammunition, the frontline comrades will fight more difficult .

Chen Shuxiang seemed to feel that he couldn't hold on any longer, and slowly let go of the accelerator. In the last few seconds when his consciousness dissipated, he begged in his heart: "Yan Wangye, I have never begged anyone in my life, but for the sake of the party and peace People, please, give me a few more seconds!"

When the car deviated from the route and was about to rush into a ditch beside it, it stopped steadily.

Chen Shuxiang closed his eyes, and at the end of his life, he kept the cart of ammunition.

Those truck drivers who were chased and bombed by U.S. planes are using their own methods to protect the supplies in the trucks. They know that these supplies are donated to the frontline fighters by people all over the country. This truck of supplies was blown up by a U.S. military plane, and every truck that was blown up by a U.S. plane was accompanied by the disappearance of a truck driver.

And that's just the convoy on the delivery route.

After the morning exercises in the early morning, some veterans who came back from the battlefield to recuperate from their superiors came to the [-]th Division and told the commanders and fighters who were about to go to the front line how they dealt with enemy aircraft on the battlefield.

"It's very simple. Dig a tunnel, dig a bomb shelter, and don't dig too shallow. If you dig too shallow, you will still be killed by the enemy's cannons. The enemy's cannons are very powerful. Some cannons can cover tens of meters. The shrapnel of the shells killed you. But you can’t dig too deep. If you are buried too deep, if no one around you digs it out for you, you will be buried to death yourself.”

These wounded volunteer soldiers told the soldiers of the [-]th Division about their experiences, and always reminded the officers and soldiers of the [-]th Division.

"The American devil's weapons are very powerful, but their people are not good enough, and they are afraid of death. Our company commander asked us to put the enemy in front of us, and then use a grenade to blow them up. The enemy will stop fighting us after being blown up by the grenade. They all ran away, and immediately bombarded our position with artillery, just like plowing the field. After plowing once, they continued to charge. The American devils rushed up one battalion after another, in small groups, as long as they dodged shells and planes, that guy was easy to fight, and if there were a lot of casualties, they would stop fighting."

"The American devils are very tall and look strong, but don't be intimidated by their appearance. They are completely paper tigers. They are strong on the outside but strong on the inside. What I was most afraid of was fighting us with bayonets, as soon as the trumpet sounded, they ran away before we could stand up from the ground.”

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(End of this chapter)