Start from Changjin Lake

Chapter 110 They are with Qingshan

In Song Amao's small diary, he wrote the last poem at the last moment of his life, and every stroke and stroke seemed to engrave the portrayal of his life:

Young, simple, longing for freedom, never give up in suffering.

life...

Humble and precious.

Mei Sheng walked over gently, Xu Qing handed him the diary, raised her head and closed her eyes.

Some would say, isn't it a time like this that one shouldn't cry?Is the pain numb at this moment?

Xu Qing couldn't say whether to cry or not.

But grief and sadness really lingered around him like the wind, lingering.

Nothing in this world is simple, such as fighting, and living.

Engels once said: "The guns in your hands will not move by themselves. You need a brave heart and strong hands to use them."

And these volunteer soldiers are the strongest and bravest.

Why are the soldiers of New China so fearless and willing to sacrifice, because at this time, in this era, they are the greatest fighters without x in the world.

At the last moment of their lives, they still maintained the posture of preparing for battle. Through the ice ling, their eyes were still calm and angry at the US military, and the ice sculpture group was frozen into a condensed silence, revealing a murderous look!
This is beyond the imagination of Americans.

"I love my relatives and motherland, and love my honor even more..."

After Mei Sheng recited Song Amao's last poem, it spread throughout the entire Dead Eagle Ridge, and all the soldiers heard it.

"What a poem!"

Lei Gong shook his head regretfully.

Many old soldiers like him, rolling around in muddy legs, cannot be said to be highly educated, let alone literature and poetry, but they understand the real and warm emotions in these simple words.

But the person who wrote such a poem will never see this scene again, and will never be able to continue to write his next poem.

In the midst of grief and regret, things still have to go on.

As the soldiers continued to narrow down the search around Dead Eagle Ridge, all the remains were cleared out.

At this time, the only survivor of the fifth company also caught up with the second battalion.This is a wounded man who fell behind during the march last night.

"Company commander! Ah Mao? Liu Qiang, Lao Gen...you..."

When he came up with a limp, he saw soldiers carrying cold and stiff corpses down. His eyes were filled with disbelief and deep regret.

"How could this be... last night was fine..."

He fell to his knees and choked, crying: "I'm a correspondent, my feet were frostbitten and I couldn't go up the mountain to investigate. The company commander threw me to the health company in the battalion, and then he led the big guys straight here... the company commander Give me the task and tell me not to sleep on the road, or I won’t be able to get up, but he himself..."

Everyone was silent and unable to say anything.

In this weather, people can't feel consciousness at low temperature, and it's okay to move, but if they don't move, once they fall asleep, they may be frozen to death in their sleep.

No one could have predicted this.

"Go down, take the number of the fifth company and rebuild it..."

Xu Qing stepped forward to help him up.

The team has already begun to descend the mountain, and the remains of the soldiers were moved down the mountain, ready to be buried in a nearby ravine.

According to the current internal regulations of the Volunteer Army, only the remains of cadres above the regiment level are eligible to be transported back to China.

This is not a so-called privilege, but with the current conditions of the Volunteer Army, it is impossible to transport the remains of a large number of sacrificed soldiers back to China. The price on the way can only be the sacrifice of more people.

The war is imminent, these soldiers can only be buried on the spot...

"Company commander, the ground can't be dug..."

A soldier came to report, pointing to the frozen soil in the ravine, his face full of embarrassment.

Since the 27th, the temperature in North Korea has dropped to more than minus 30 degrees and has never risen.

The soil, which was still soft in October, has long been frozen like an iron plate. No matter whether you use a shovel or a pick, it will make a crisp sound when you knock it down, and you can't dig it at all.

Xu Qing looked at Qianli.

After they exchanged glances, Tan Ziwei walked slowly to the second battalion commander whose eyes were still red, and said, "Old Xie, I hope you can understand, the weather is really..."

"I see."

The second battalion commander waved his hand and said slowly, "Let's do it, they will...understand."

"Okay." Tanzi nodded heavily in order to exhale, "When the war is over, I will definitely bring everyone back."

Afterwards, he calmed down and greeted Qi Lian Jiu Lian:
"...Bury it on the spot!"

The soldiers who were helpless in the face of the permafrost over there were ashamed, and they were ordered to carefully drag the remains of the soldiers of the Fifth Company to the side of the road, put them in a hidden place in the ravine, and use some dry branches, snow blocks and artillery shells near the road. The charred black marl inside the pit covered it up.

They can only do so...

Xu Qing stepped forward to help, searched for cover around the soldiers, and covered the soldiers with all his strength.

He placed the branches bit by bit. In such weather, more than 100 volunteer soldiers still smiled in the frost, like strangers.

The impact of this scene was actually extremely shocking, as if they had just fallen asleep gently.

Xu Qingduo hoped that they would suddenly open their eyes and wake up, as if all the tragedies had never happened...

But this...impossible.

This is the battlefield, the real battlefield.

Everyone didn't dare to pile them up like tombs, and they didn't dare to leave the relic marks on their bodies. They could only try their best to hide them in the ravine, leaving their geographical location, and looked forward to picking them up one day after the war.

All the soldiers stared silently at the ravine. It didn't take long, because soon they would turn around and leave to embark on a new journey.

Today is November 28, [-].

Xu Qing turned on the system while walking into the convoy, and a new prompt appeared on the interface. He had already discovered it, but he was not in the mood to open it just now:

【Task 1: Join the Army (Completed)】

[Task 2: Kill the enemy (completed)]

【Mission 3: Alive (Completed)】

[It is detected that the possessed person's wish task has all been completed, and the connection is in progress...]

[The connection is successful, there are the following world options——]

[1. Settlement rewards, return to reality]

[2. No return for now, upgrade system]

【please choose? 】

Suddenly, Xu Qing realized that he had lived on the battlefield for more than 30 days.In fact, his task has already been completed unconsciously.

Choose one, and he can return to that peaceful modern society.

There is no war, no artillery fire, he can take the postgraduate entrance examination, work in peace, meet a girl, live happily, and be busy in the city...

But is this really what I want now?

Xu Qing asked herself.

He looked at the interface for a few seconds and remained silent for a long time.

Then...slowly down option two.

If.

When he first came to this world, Xu Qing was full of hesitation, hesitation, unknown and fear about the war, but now he has gone through wars in just 30 days, and the people around him shed blood and sacrificed one by one...

Under the baptism of artillery fire, he has changed from a college student who just left school to an iron-blooded soldier, soldier!

Nothing exercises a man like war.

There is nothing like this battle for the founding of the country, where you can understand what responsibility is.

He chose to stay here and do more.

For myself, but also for the wishes of those who have not been fulfilled.

hum...

After he made a selection on the system interface, lights flashed around the entire interface soon, and the upgrade speed was very slow, so he turned off the system after looking at it for a while.

In front.

After the news of the battle here spread, the Qilian radio station soon had new news. Yu Congrong quickly transcribed and translated the message in his notebook, then took off his earphones and looked up:

"We have a new mission!"

He handed the telegram to Qianli.

The telegram is not specifically written for Qilian, but every word above is closely related to Qilian:

"I heard that the 27th Army has wiped out the remnants of the Polar Bear Regiment on Changjin Lake. The victory is gratifying. Among them, the seventh company and the ninth company have outstanding records, and they should be rewarded by the whole army... The trend of encirclement and annihilation is unstoppable. I now order your troops to bring the captured vehicles and guns immediately. Go south to the airport, and the camera will occupy the high ground around the airport. If there are enemy soldiers stationed or withdrawing south along the way, take advantage of the enemy's movement and look for opportunities to attack according to the situation! In the early morning of the 29th, the US troops with the army besieged Xiajieyu in multiple ways. Be sure to complete the attack preparations before dawn , In this battle, the first land division must be determined! ——November 28, [-], Song Dynasty."

"Song... this is?"

Qianli was surprised when he saw the content, and immediately read the content of the telegram briefly to everyone.

Xu Qing immediately understood that this was a telegram personally sent to them by the superior, and it was almost a compliment to all their soldiers!
Tan Ziwei also received a similar telegram. He and Qianli looked at each other, and then they each returned to the team, taking a deep breath:

"There are all over the place, ready to go!"

"where are we going?"

"Twenty kilometers ahead, in Xiajieyu - we... go to fly an American plane!"

The seventh company set off, and the third battalion also set off. They boarded the car "sent" by the Americans when they came, and continued on the road from the side of the North Korean highway.

Xu Qing was sitting in the car, holding a cold diary page in his hand. After taking a photo for the reporter to save, he took a last look at it, then folded it carefully and put it away.

In this immature and unwavering words, Xu Qing seems to have seen the figure of a young soldier, biting the tip of his pen, standing on the barrel of his gun, fighting the enemy unyieldingly.

There is one such person like him, there are about a hundred in the Fifth Company, 150 in the Seventh Company, 15 in the Ninth Corps, and [-] million in New China...

Qilian walked in a hurry, and the convoy moved forward like a whirlwind in the dark night.

In the background, the sleeping people lived with the vast green mountains. Xu Qing looked at the distant mountains with a gun in his hand, and couldn't help asking himself:

When the snow covered the green blood here, and the years blown away the smoke of North Korea... Decades later, will the world still remember them who died?

The answer is unknown.

But Xu Qing will never forget, let alone the gun in his hand.

In the present, in the future, in the army, and in the unknown war ahead, he will continue to fight with the glory of these people.

He looked into the distance and clenched his gun tightly:

I am soldier Xu Qing, soldier Wu Wanli, even if I penetrate North Korea for three thousand miles, I will definitely avenge you.

for sure!
　After coding on the coach for more than an hour, I couldn't help but feel dizzy and want to vomit.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)