The heavens start from Changjin Lake

Chapter 380 The Bombed Town
In a temporary military tent, Commander Zheng, Deputy Commander Duan, Chief of Staff Wang, and Director Wu of the Political Department of the [-]th Division of the [-]th Division had a temporary meeting after receiving reports of casualties from each company.

Master Zheng said straight to the point: "This air strike was sudden, but it was also within our expectations. It's just that we didn't take any effective precautions this time. First, stabilize the emotions of the regiments. We have just set off now. The [-]th regiment probably The battalion commander Zhengfang died, and all companies were also injured. We have made a temporary adjustment. Now we are dispatching all companies. We must speed up the march and send scouts to scout ahead. , Hear the whistle, first disperse the team, and then lie down. The enemy plane bombs will be thrown to the densely packed positions."

After a pause, he continued: "The reason for our loss in this air raid is mainly due to our lack of experience with American aircraft. The American aircraft flew as low as possible, and the bombs they dropped were indeed powerful and loud. Many soldiers were still in the air. Around the explosion point, they were completely blinded."

The main reason for the first air raid was that the volunteer soldiers were under the fixed thinking of dealing with Japanese and national army aircraft. The bombs dropped by Japanese and national army aircraft were less powerful, and the range of shrapnel scattering was not as terrifying as that of American aircraft. The position where the volunteer soldiers avoided was relatively safe against the bombs dropped by the Japanese aircraft, but it was a pity that they were facing American aircraft with advanced weapons and equipment.

Deputy Commander Duan said: "Yes, at present, we can only march at night. The military department requires us to march [-] miles to the front line in [-] days, which shows that the battle ahead is very tight. We must send the plan to the companies as soon as possible and order them to speed up. marching speed."

Director Wu also said: "Master, the [-]th Regiment also lost a propaganda member named Zheng Xiaojun, just when it was attacked by air."

Mr. Zheng waved his hand to show that she knew, and a wrinkle appeared on his forehead.

The time for their 21th Division to go to North Korea to fight was at [-]:[-] pm on March [-]. At this time, it was at the end of the fourth campaign. The volunteers shrank their defenses on the front line, retreated to the north bank of the Han River and transferred to mobile defense, serving as the second unit. To gain time, not only the front-line troops need to move, but also the troops who went to North Korea to fight need to speed up the time to devote to the front-line combat. Marching [-] kilometers in [-] days is indeed a huge test.

At this time, the dead people in the tent were all in the same mood. The comrades who were sacrificed in the air raid at night were killed by enemy planes before reaching the position. Among them, many of them had rich practical experience in the eight years of the War of Resistance Veterans, they're one in a million great guys, good fighters.

The team only rested for a short time, and the order to start was issued from the division headquarters. In the battle, the [-]th Division will not be given much rest time. They need to hurry up and continue on their way.

The air is cold, and when the wind blows, it seems to be mixed with knives. The temperature in the country has gradually warmed up when it is close to April, and even some areas have been wearing short sleeves. In the Korean battlefield, the wind here is like a knife. The face of the person is raw and painful.

A row of soldiers huddled together to fight the cold wind, stepping on the footprints of the soldiers in front, step by step towards the front line.

Xia Yuan had many thoughts in his mind. This time, he traveled to the [-]th Division and went to the front line to prepare for the fifth battle. The Changjin Lake Battle was the second battle. Before he knew it, the world-famous Korean Volunteer Army launched five battles. I have participated in it twice, and I don't know if I will participate in the remaining three battles in the future.

With expectations and heavy conflicts in their hearts, after a day and a night, the team arrived at Sinuiju, North Korea at dawn.

When the team reached the top of the mountain, the soldiers in front stopped and stared blankly at Sinuiju in front of them. Under the greetings of the company commanders and instructors, the soldiers began to cross mountains and ridges and enter Sinuiju. On the top of the mountain, the sun shines on the face, and there is a trace of temperature that can hardly be felt. When the cold wind blows, the temperature disappears.

What came into view was ruins. There was not a single complete house. There were broken walls and charred houses everywhere. The ground was covered with broken rubble and broken stones. There was no farmland on the ground. All are uneven, with large and small impact points, and smoke is still rising from some craters, indicating that the interval between the bombs dropped is not long.

The hearts of the soldiers who saw this scene for the first time were a little heavy.

The further they went, the worse the situation became. When they came down from the mountain, the soldiers could still see intact trees, but when they got to the bottom, they could no longer see a single tree. The incomplete tree roots that were blown up did not make people feel any signs of life.

The team entered Sinuiju, and the marching speed dropped significantly. The soldiers held their guns and looked at the ruins in silence.

A soldier at the front saw a little girl lying on the ground, wearing a red floral dress, which had been dyed black. He ran over, put the gun behind his back, and carefully picked up the little girl. The little girl was already dead. Frozen, her body was stretched out flat when she was picked up, her eyes were closed tightly, a whip was stuck on her head, and her dirty little hands were clenched in her arms. The soldier saw that she was holding a dirty , a rag doll that was simply sewn with coarse cloth, was blackened by gunfire.

The soldier cried, and the commander took off his hat, crying and cursing: "I fucked his grandma!"

The more we walked forward, the more corpses fell on the road. Old people, young people, children, and women were lying on the ground in disorder, some were broken by the bomb, and some were thrown onto the house. The soldiers were silent. Walking slowly, with tears in his eyes.

Wang Xiaoliang clenched his fists hard, his teeth pressed together tightly, his eyes were bloodshot and crystal clear.

Those who fled didn't even bother to collect the corpses of their own compatriots. They were just placed on the ground bloody like this, which made the soldiers who saw them feel hatred for the American devils in their hearts.

Master Zheng looked at the first town they arrived at, Sinuiju, without saying a word.

He said: "This is the enemy we are about to face. We must resist the U.S. and aid Korea. This is our responsibility to save the working people in North Korea. You don't need to do pre-war political mobilization. You can understand everything when you come to North Korea."

After a pause, he continued: "Order each company to collect the remains of the Korean people and bury them on the spot."

"Yes!"

A company of soldiers stood in front of several slightly protruding graves. They did not pile the graves too high. If they were too high, they would be bombed by US planes. Wang Xiaoliang clenched his fists and cursed: "American devils are really not human." !"

Xia Yuan put the engineer shovel behind his back and said, "Why else would you call them devils? Pack up your equipment and get ready to go."

After going through this incident, all the officers and soldiers of the [-]th Division were filled with hatred for the American devils, and some soldiers also understood why they wanted to resist the US and aid Korea. If they did not resist the US and aid Korea, the tragedy that happened in North Korea in the future would appear in their homes inside.

The team did not make repairs in Sinuiju. U.S. aircraft may find the [-]th Division who is doing repairs in Sinuiju at any time. They can only be safe when they enter a mountain forest.

Just to bury the corpses on the road, the [-]th Division wasted some time. It was already noon when they arrived in the resting mountain forest, and the soldiers were tired, hungry and thirsty.

"Stop advancing! Rest in place for 10 minutes!"

The voice of the orderly spread from the division headquarters to the head and tail of the team.

Lei Lian said: "Everyone rest in place for 10 minutes, and arrange your belongings by the way."

When the soldiers of the company heard such an order, they put down their burdens and sat on the ground one after another. Some yawned and stretched, some drank water, and some smoked.
Wang Xiaoliang was very sleepy. The team had been marching for two days, and they hadn't rested much yet. They leaned against the tree trunk and were about to squint for a while. Persevere, the division will give everyone a rest time."

"But I'm so sleepy, I feel like I can fall asleep by closing my eyes."

Wang Xiaoliang yawned again and again, and his opened eyes were filled with scarlet blood and tears. Liu Tiezhu said, "Now, stand up, stomp your feet, and run."

Wang Xiaoliang said, "That won't exhaust me to death."

Lao Yang walked over and said: "Okay, Liu Tiezhu, don't give bad advice to the new comrades. When you see that there is no snow in the ditch, just grab it and rub your face."

Wang Xiaoliang took a look and found that their platoon leader was rubbing his face with a handful of snow, his cheeks were flushed red, he was a little puzzled: "Is the platoon leader not cold?"

Lao Yang said: "Rub the snow on your face, it will be cold at first, but then it will be hot again."

The soldiers in the company heard their conversation and tried it one after another. They rubbed the snow on their faces, and it was cold at first, but after a while, they were surprised to find that the rubbed place became warm.

Ma Shunyao of the [-]rd Battalion of the [-]th Regiment, Ma Shunyao spread his rolled-up hats on both sides of his cheeks and tied them with a thin rope, so that it was difficult for the cold wind like a knife to blow on their faces.

"Hey kid, are you a recruit?"

After finishing all this, Ma Shunyao asked a rifleman next to him, who should be from the company next door. He had never seen it before. The rifleman put down the half-eaten compressed biscuit and said, "What? The recruits don't know Was there a war? I enlisted in [-], a serious veteran."

He misunderstood Ma Shunyao's meaning and thought he was underestimating the recruits.

Ma Shunyao said: "Hehe, kid, I don't mean that, don't be so anxious to eat, stand up first when you are hungry. I am the leader of the second row, Ma Shunyao."

"Even if you are the platoon leader, you can't stop eating, right?"

The rifleman looked at Ma Shunyao suspiciously, "I'll go to the logistics to pick it up after I'm done eating. Besides, I'm really a little hungry. This compressed biscuit can withstand hunger, and the flour in the grain sticks is dry and chokes my throat."

Ma Shunyao knew that the other party misunderstood what he meant, so he explained: "You will know when the war starts. This North Korea is not as good as the domestic one. You have to save a little on bullets and food. Believe me, you are right."

After all, Ma Shunyao is a battle-tested veteran. He can fully judge from his own experience that the Volunteer Army is facing unprecedented logistical pressure in the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea.Of course, even if Ma Shunyao had no such foresight, as a battle-hardened veteran who often fought on the front line, he should attach great importance to saving food and ammunition in his hands.

The rifleman may have understood what Ma Shunyao said, or because Ma Shunyao was a platoon leader, he put the half-eaten compressed biscuit back into his arms.

Here came a beautiful Yaomei, with a braid, small and exquisite, a typical Sichuan girl.

"Excuse me, where is Comrade Ma from the first battalion, the first company and the second platoon?"

"How do we go battalion by battalion?"

Xia Yuan raised his head and glanced at it. It was Li Mengqi, a special reporter of "Soldier's Life Daily", who was in charge of collecting news about the [-]th Division. He had interviewed him when he was talking about the Three Kingdoms.

Li Mengqi saw Xia Yuan, and said unexpectedly: "Hey, Comrade Xia Yuan, why are you here? Is this a battalion and a company?"

Xia Yuan nodded and said: "This is a battalion and a company, Comrade Li Mengqi."

"Comrade Xia Yuan, I'm looking for Mr. Ma."

Big Ma is the nickname of Ma Shunyao, the second platoon leader. Ma Shunyao is tall and burly. Everyone asks him to call him Big Ma, but only cadres call him that. Ordinary soldiers ask him to call him Platoon Leader Ma.

Xia Yuan pointed to the back, and said, "Big Ma should be right behind, go and have a look."

Li Mengqi let out an 'ah' and said, "Thank you, Comrade Xia Yuan."

Lao Yang smiled: "How come the name of the platoon leader Ma almost got to the reporter Li Mengqi?"

Xia Yuan thought for a while and said, "It's probably because when I first entered the court, the old horse shot at the bombers of the American devils."

To the back, Li Mengqi asked as she walked.

"Excuse me, where is Comrade Ma from the first battalion, the first company and the second platoon?"

"How do we go battalion by battalion?"

The sound was getting closer, and the Sichuan rifleman understood that he was looking for the big man resting next to him, so he shouted: "Here is the big man, here is!"

He even stretched out his arm and shook Li Mengqi.

"Damn it, you're the one who talks too much."

The big horse kicked him.

"Oh, you son of a bitch" what are you doing kicking me?You are the platoon leader and you can kick people? "

Big Ma said, "It's not going to be a good thing to find me, just wait and see."

"Platoon leader, the one looking for you is a young girl, here she is, the one looking for you is her, she is so beautiful."

Upon hearing this, Ma Da raised his head and glanced, "Hey, this is not Comrade Xiao Li."

"You know me?" Li Mengqi caught sight of this particularly conspicuous big man in the crowd.

"The platoon leader you interviewed was my brother who was born and died."

The big guy said.

"So that's how it is. Hello, I'm a special correspondent for "Soldier's Life Daily". My name is Li Mengqi. I work in the field hospital of the division headquarters. Nice to meet you."

Li Mengqi stretched out her right hand.

The big guy stood up, and it was 1.9 meters tall. Li Mengqi stood beside him, just like a villain, but he was a little perfunctory, and simply shook her hand.

(End of this chapter)