Start from Changjin Lake

Chapter 156 We Can't Answer Questions
"Is there an enemy?" Yu Congrong raised his head and asked.

Xu Qing didn't speak, turned to give him the binoculars, his face was gloomy and changed, and the rest of the people also quickly observed, it doesn't matter if they don't look at it, when they saw it, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.

Yu Congrong took the binoculars and raised his hand. On the surface of the narrow snow-covered road, an American troop stretching for hundreds of meters was slowly advancing. Sitting in a group, dejected and haggard.

However, this is not the point. The point is that as the lens barrel shakes, you can clearly see that there are at least a thousand North Korean civilians following behind the U.S. military. Most of them wear national costumes, and some carry parcels and luggage on their heads. Walking, horses neighing and mules, dragging the family and their mouths, all of them looked like they were fleeing.

Yu Congrong opened his mouth wide: "I'm blind?"

"It should be the refugees who escaped from various places. The village was affected by the artillery fire, and there was no place to live." Mei Sheng quickly analyzed the reason and said coldly.

Lei Gong put down his smoking hand and remained silent for a long time.

Everyone was silent for a while, there was no sound, the goose feathers and snow in the sky flew down and fell in all directions, as if falling on everyone's hearts, one after another, it was cold.

"Everyone has his own aspirations, don't get entangled in these." Qianli finally broke the calm.

Yu Congrong was not angry, and wanted to say something, Xu Qing stopped him, pointed to the bottom: "Time waits for no one, there are many Syngman Rhee soldiers behind the convoy, let's sneak in."

Everyone suppressed the slight discomfort in their hearts. After all, this did not affect their fighting, let alone their beliefs.

When the American convoy passed the previous mountain pass, Qilian quickly slid down the snow valley and landed at the end of the team covered in snow. A group of North Korean refugees noticed the movement, but they didn't exclaim or speak. Glancing at it, he continued walking dully.

These people are indeed North Koreans, all of whom are hungry and sallow, with baskets of straw quilts on their backs, and some pots and pots on their heads, but they are all poor belongings, some refugee children and women. Tucked tightly is a small piece of white bread that the Americans should have distributed to them.

"Where did they get the bread?" Yu Congrong asked in a low voice.

"Small favors and favors are not unusual for Americans to give." Xu Qing remained expressionless.

Maybe it was because they walked too fast, even though they were already very careful, some soldiers who were sitting upside down in the cart vaguely noticed something was wrong, and stared at them for a long time.

After a while, the car stopped slowly, and then the refugees following the whole team also stopped, followed by two nearby cars and a tank, many people looked at each other, Thought something happened.

Qilian's whole body tensed immediately, and his nerves reached the highest point.

Yu Congrong grabbed his gun tightly: "Have we been discovered?"

"No, they didn't shoot..." But after speaking, Xu Qing immediately shut up, because he saw an officer on the car beckoning to him.

Xu Qing looked left and right, then pointed at herself, as if surprised.

"Yes!" the officer shouted from the car: "It's you, come here (come here)."

"Follow me closely." Xu Qing kept his composure and stepped forward step by step. Qi Lian didn't panic on the surface, but his body was already stretched to the extreme. If something went wrong, the world would collapse.

Qilian walked to the side of the convoy, and everyone stood there silently. Everyone was nervous, but they all remembered Xu Qing's instructions, and they all had smirks on their faces.

A group of American soldiers in the car looked at them with great interest. Many of them whispered to each other and joked with words such as "hillies" and "Asians" in English. Everyone couldn't understand them, but seeing the teasing expressions of those guys, there was a smile on their faces. He smiled silly, but in his heart he wished he could directly shoot them with a gun.

The previous officer stood up and asked, "Who's your leader?"

Xu Qing raised her hand: "It's me. This sir."

"Your English is pretty good." The officer was a little surprised.

Xu Qing said nonsense: "I once worked as an interpreter for the US military adviser."

"Very well, my name is Little Jayden." The officer jumped out of the car, and he patted Xu Qing on the shoulder.

Xu Qing didn't move, and Qilian didn't move behind him, but everyone was shocked, no one thought that this American would jump down so suddenly and walk in front of them.

"You just withdrew?" The little Jayden officer didn't stop, and continued to sneak into the ranks of the seventh company. His steps were relaxed, and he didn't seem to have any defenses.

Xu Qing turned his head slowly, seeing that Yu Congrong and Song Weiguo were about to move, he immediately mouthed: Don't move around, listen to my command.

"Look." Little Jayden walked up to Yu Congrong, looked at his almost smashed left arm, covered with gray-black bandages, and shook his head: "Poor man..."

He yelled over his shoulder, "Jason! Get me my medicine chest!"

A soldier in the car was drinking. Hearing the sound, he took out a small military bag from the box, jumped out of the car and handed it over.

"The Chinese are very difficult to deal with, uha?" Little Jayden found a few boxes of bandages from his backpack, and stuffed a bottle of medicine into his arms, "Heal well."

Yu Congrong took it stiffly, not daring to move.

He couldn't understand what little Jayden was saying at all. He only knew that this guy was staring at him, speaking English and stuffing things.

"What's your name?" Little Jayden asked again.

Xu Qing winked at him quickly, and Yu Congrong immediately remembered, he opened his mouth, pointed at his throat and injured arm, and made a whimpering sound.

Little Jayden immediately understood, with a sympathetic look on his face: "... Well done, America will never forget your honor."

He was just about to pat Yu Congrong's shoulder, but looking at the crippled arm, he put it down gently again. He thought for a while, then turned around and stuffed a bottle of wine in his hand: "This bottle of brandy is for you. Heal your pain."

He turned to hold Yu Congrong's other hand, and then patted him on the back in relief. Yu Congrong shook hands with him in a bewildered expression, and watched him leave in a daze.

Qilian stood there, looking at each other.

The two walked back.

"Sir, why do you pity these Asians?" The young soldier named Jason muttered as he walked.

"They're no better off than we are."

Little Jayden jumped into the car and waved his hands, letting the team continue to drive, "The Chinese are very difficult to deal with, and being able to survive is the greatest luck."

He turned around and pointed to the top and bottom of the Seventh Company, and said: "Look at these people—our weapons, our clothes, but they come from the backward South Korea. Facing the elusive Chinese troops, they were beaten all over the body, and even became dumb. .This is a respectable army."

"But aren't we all defeated?" Jason shrugged.

"What does that matter, remember Brayden we had a drink with last time? He's dead - while we're still alive, it's a little bit of help, maybe the next guy to win the lottery will be me, it'll be you, or They, aren't they?" Little Jayden opened a new bottle of wine with emotion in his tone.

"I don't want to win the lottery." Jason was speechless, and said, "We must be able to get out of here alive, right?"

"I'm afraid God only knows."

Little Jayden sighed, and said, "The last time I was in Dongqiu, I thought it was your last night in North Korea, but you woke up the next day. In fact, you should thank God more, Jason."

Hearing what they said, Xu Qing couldn't help looking up, and met Jason's eyes, and his eyes met. Jason somehow felt that this gaze was familiar, so he couldn't help but look back a few more times.

Little Jayden noticed it, put down the wine bottle, and asked, "Why, do you know each other?"

"No, sir... I don't think I've seen them before." Jason hesitated, but still shook his head.

"Indeed, all Asians look alike."

The team had already set off again, and Little Jayden watched from the car as the dozens of people from Qilian walked stiffly and followed them with injuries all over their bodies.

"Hey, go on." Unable to bear it, he picked up some C-level military rations from the ground and threw them to Xu Qing.

"I should send one to each of you, but we don't have much in stock." He smiled and said, "At the front bridge, there are supplies there, and you can report to your superiors to get them."

"Thank you for your generosity, sir." Xu Qing gave him an American military salute, Little Jayden waved his hand, and then sat back.

The other soldiers were not as interested as he was. They glanced casually and didn't say anything. They fought all day long, and they just wanted to get out of this ghostly place, go back to the rear, have a good time with some Japanese women, and have a meal of hot wine and food.

Seeing that those people no longer paid attention to this side, Yu Congrong asked in a low voice, "What was that guy talking about just now?"

Mei Sheng carefully chose his words: "He is condolences to you."

"Does my father need his condolences?" Yu Congrong's eyes widened, as if he wanted to fight if he disagreed.

"Okay, Bie Huo Huo. Be steady, don't accidentally reveal your secrets." Mei Sheng pestered him with his elbow.

"I'm looking at it. By the way, the Americans gave it to us. Don't want it for nothing." Yu Congrong suddenly remembered that there were large and small bags in his arms, and threw a few to Liu Zhiyi and Song Weiguo next to him.

Liu Zhiyi touched the army green can, and said in surprise: "That guy is quite generous. He's got bandages, rations, and wine. Next time we see him, shall we beat him or spare his life?"

Xu Qing said: "He wants to shoot at you, whoever he is, he will be killed."

As the convoy continued to move forward, the distance between the cars became farther and farther. Xu Qing could no longer hear the voices over there, but he immediately mingled with the Korean soldiers around him, and quickly figured out that this team was one of the US land forces. The third battalion of the seventh regiment of the division.

They told Xu Qing that in recent days, Chinese troops have harassed the bridge deck troops for many days, and successfully carried out a bridge bombing operation, causing flaws on the bridge deck. As reinforcements, they sent bridge repair materials and increased defense .

The team walked for more than an hour, and the sky gradually darkened. When it was about [-] kilometers away from the Shuimen Bridge, the team did not continue to move forward, but stopped suddenly.

There is only a mountain range between here and the bridge, and there is a narrow valley and cliffs ahead. The refugees are still behind the convoy. There are many reporters in the team. People of the yellow race would mix in Chinese people and secretly blow up the bridge, so they did not cross the bridge for the time being.

Xu Qing observed the situation, the lights were turned on everywhere, the Americans were already preparing to set up camp, and their wish to follow the Shuimen Bridge came to naught.

"Walk."

When the surrounding troops stopped paying attention to them, he quickly led the team, sneaked into the nearby woods in the dark, and carefully turned out from the steep hillside.

Climb up the hillside and turn to the place they agreed upon, and when we got back to the place where the Seventh Company assembled during the day, it was also dark.

"How's the situation?" Qianli and Lei Gong rushed forward and asked. They also saw the contact process of the Americans with binoculars on the mountain, but they didn't know the details.

Xu Qing was about to answer when he suddenly saw Yu Congrong throwing the gun to Pinghe, squatting down, and rubbing his hands vigorously in the snow, everyone was stunned.

"What the hell are you doing?" Lei Gong asked suspiciously.

"It's okay, I'm going to decontaminate." Yu Congrong wiped his hands and stood up, laughing: "It's a good day to shake hands with the American devils, bad luck."

Everyone was speechless.

"Okay, okay, I understand, let's talk about serious things." Qianli and Mei Sheng both looked unfriendly, and Yu Congrong quickly spread his hands.

He didn't care about everyone's rolling eyes. He stopped his smile and resumed his seriousness: "When will you act?"

Everyone was silent, and everyone thought about it. This is a problem.When they came here, not only could they not contact the team that had blown up the bridge before, but they also suddenly found a reinforcement team. The situation was even more difficult than they had imagined.

At this time, the mountain depression where Qilian was located, separated by two mountain ranges to the south, was the open fire point where the Americans camped and the water gate bridge with transparent lights. The bridge looked very close, but it was actually very far away.

Boom, boom, boom!
Suddenly, there was a night owl screaming from the sky in the distance, the voice was hoarse like wood beating, and it was like beating drums, and it spread in the sky, which brought everyone back to their senses.

Xu Qing glanced at everyone, the second hand of the pocket watch in his hand was ticking, it was already past six o'clock in the evening, the night was slowly dimming, the wind and snow were blowing, covering the traces of the earth.

"It's not too late, let's kill them now." He narrowed his eyes and said.

(End of this chapter)