The heavens start from Changjin Lake

"You brought out a truck of supplies. Where is the truck?"

Old Liu asked excitedly.

"Heping is watching. It's not far ahead. After we pass by, drive away first. We can't stay here for too long."

Xia Yuan knew that they had penetrated too far into North Korea and were afraid that they had exceeded the front line of the Volunteer Army's attack.

Now there is a chance, with a truck and a truckload of supplies, they can sit in the car and drive all the way back along the path.

The most important thing is that there are many US military medicines on the truck, and the effects are very good.

Old Liu still felt a little incredible when he heard this. He was eager to see that cart of supplies.

Walk forward along the ravine, climb over a small slope, and go down the slightly steep mountain road. Soon you will come to a path between the ravine and surrounded by trees.

After walking through the woods and following the path, we easily found the truck parked in the woods.

Xiao Heping was lying on the snow and staring at the silent wilderness. When he heard the movement, he didn't move at first. When he saw the person coming, he stood up from the snow and shouted: "Who! Hand over the gun and don't kill!"

"You brats, it's us." Old Liu cursed when he heard a familiar voice, and the corners of his eyes were moist: "Grandma, I almost thought I couldn't see you two brats anymore."

"Hey hey hey."

Upon hearing this voice, Xiao Heping put away his gun and said happily: "Squad leader, I killed three American Japs and seized so many things. Am I a fighting hero now?"

"It's a fart, please help me quickly."

Old Liu stepped on the snow, and with the support of Xiao Heping, he came to the back of the truck, lifted the black cloth that was partially hidden, and saw the boxes of supplies piled behind the truck. His eyes showed uncontrollable excitement.

"Squad leader, wait, I'll give you something good." Xiao Heping climbed into the car and took out a brand new military coat: "Squad leader, this is an American soldier's coat. It's so warm. Xia Yuan and I are wearing it. that is."

"It's so thick." Old Liu held it in his hand. The lining of the coat was made of soft fluff. Just stroking it brought a sense of warmth. "Translator Zhao, Zhou Mao, you go and change into it too."

"Yes, there are plenty here." Xia Yuan climbed into the car, smoothly took out two military coats, and handed them to Zhou Mao and Zhao Translator.

The truck contains a lot of supplies, especially food and medical supplies, which can fill a truckload.

There are many such military coats, there must be thirty sets.

Xia Yuan originally didn't want to take so much. He wanted to wear four or five pieces, which would be enough for them.

Unexpectedly, the soldiers who were summoned were so eager to move the military coats that the top layer of the pile of goods was filled with military coats.

So much so that the goods on the truck were piled up like a hill.

"Such a warm coat, the clothes worn by American soldiers are really good." Zhou Mao couldn't put it down and touched it. Compared with their cotton-padded clothes, they were much inferior.

The warmth of cotton-padded clothes is also quite good. Although it is not as good as the coats of the US military, for the poor and poor New China, cotton-padded clothes are already a very good material that New China can provide with good warmth.

Wearing a military coat will greatly improve your ability to withstand the cold wind.

Xia Yuan dug out the medicines brought from the US military camp in the car and said, "Squad leader, these are medicines. I will treat your wounds. Xiao Heping, go dig a smokeless stove and light a fire."

Old Liu asked: "Is it troublesome?"

"No need to bother, just clean off the ice on your wound, get some anti-inflammatory medicine, and I'll clean it up for you. As long as the wound doesn't become inflamed, it will get better over time."

Xia Yuan placed Old Liu next to the car to resist the cold wind blowing from the side.

After receiving the order, Xiao Heping hurriedly took the engineering shovel to dig out the smokeless stove. When the fire rose, Xia Yuan boiled a pot of hot water and began to treat the wound of the elder Liu.

Zhou Mao was on guard at the intersection not far away, looking up into the distance from time to time.

In the mountains in the distance, thick smoke was rising, and lights could be vaguely seen, reflecting the black smoke rolling up in the sky, giving off a faint shimmer.

"Dear me, Xia Yuan and Xiao Heping really did it. Not only did they do it, they actually brought out so many supplies."

If Zhou Mao is not envious in his heart, then it must be a lie.

If he knew they were going to do this, he would still fight for it and follow Xia Yuan.

A week has passed since they arrived at the Korean battlefield. Before he could kill a single American soldier, Lao Xiao had already killed three American soldiers. This is a proper fighting hero.

"Xia Yuan is so powerful."

Muttering, Zhou Mao felt that he underestimated Xia Yuan.

I thought that Xia Yuan would be scared on the battlefield because he was young, but now I see that this is not the case at all. Along the way, Xia Yuan has behaved far beyond his age. Many times he has done very different things. Sophisticated.

Zhou Mao, who is in charge of security investigation, is worried.

The elder Liu was also worried.

He bit a piece of cloth, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his whole body was stiff and covered with sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

"How is my leg? Can I still save it?" Old Liu spat out the cloth in his mouth, looked down at the red bandage, and raised his eyes to ask Xia Yuan.

"As long as I'm here, I won't let the squad leader lose his leg." Xia Yuan wrapped a bandage around Liu's wound and continued: "But you must take good nutrition during this period."

"Hey." Old Liu nodded: "Looking at your technique, have you learned bandaging before?"

"In the past, when I was in the mountains, I would always fall, twist, or fall into a hunter's trap. My father taught me how to simply bandage and treat wounds." Xia Yuan poured some hot water and washed the sticky blood on his hands, "Slowly Slowly, I learned simple bandaging and rescue.”

"You are so amazing. You have learned everything, including bombing, shooting, bandaging and rescue." Old Liu sighed. He had never seen such an all-around warrior. The important thing is that he was only seventeen years old.

The eldest brother Liu couldn't believe it. At the age of seventeen, he took Xiao Heping, who was eighteen or nineteen years old, into the garrison of a US military division, wiped out a US military reconnaissance platoon, blew up the US military's fuel reserves and ammunition, and opened fire again. Coming out with a truck full of supplies, almost no one would have imagined it, but Xia Yuan did it.

"Having too many skills doesn't overwhelm one's body." Xia Yuan smiled faintly when faced with the praise from the elder Liu. Having too many skills without overpowering one's body is not just for fun. With a magical system, he can transform anything in life. Turn the skills on the system for your own use.

Many skills are simply familiar.

After treating Old Liu's wounds, Xia Yuan opened another box of cans and distributed them to everyone: "Eat some cans, drink some hot water, and let's set off. Heping, please call Zhou Mao over. The American devils won't be here anytime soon." They will come out, and they will search, so they will probably have to wait until tomorrow."

"Hey." Xiao Heping stood up with the can and went to call Zhou Mao.

"After so many supplies have been seized, what are we going to do next? Take these supplies to the troops?" Old Liu opened the can and asked while eating.

"We went the wrong way." "Wrong way again?"

"Well, the US military here plans to set up a supply depot in the town ahead, which shows that they have no sense of crisis. Our troops have not come here yet. I guess we are too deep. We can walk along this mountain road to the northwest for a while. Let’s check the distance.” Xia Yuan stuffed the salty canned meat into his mouth. The taste was more Western and the taste was average.

"This shows that we really went the wrong way. Fortunately, we discovered it early. If we had not encountered this US division, we would have gone deeper."

Old Liu thought for a while and asked again: "By the way, you scratched your tongue, did you scratch it?"

Xia Yuan shook his head: "I came out in a hurry and didn't catch it, but I guess this American army may be the target of other brother troops."

If the volunteer army's front line advances, this US military force will inevitably be wiped out.

"It's okay, forget it if you didn't catch him, it's enough to seize so many supplies." Liu comforted him.

After a while, Zhou Mao came over. After eating the cans, everyone got on the truck, the wheels turning, pushing away the snow on the ground, and bumping along the mountain path.

In the car, Translator Zhao was quietly eating a can, Xiao Heping had a sweet candy in his mouth, Zhou Mao was sitting on the supplies in the back holding a gun, staring at the surroundings with his dark eyes, Old Liu was sleeping soundly, Xia Yuan and the others returned safely and brought back so many supplies. The tense nerves were finally relieved and the sleepiness came.

The next day.

There was a shimmer in the mountains in the distance, and the sky was gray, as if something was brewing.

The truck was parked in a ravine, using branches and weeds as camouflage.

Five people were hiding in a narrow cave.

Zhou Mao held the gun and looked up at the sky: "It's coming. It's coming."

Everyone raised their heads, and sure enough they heard raindrops falling in the woods, and the light rain quickly enveloped the scenery outside.

It was raining, and the mountains and forests soon became foggy, and the mountains and fields in the distance became blurry.

It was snowing before and it is raining now. The temperature in North Korea has dropped sharply.

There was a fire burning in the cave, and the smoke rose outside, mixing with the foggy weather. There was no fear of others discovering it.

Old Liu warmed his cold legs and said, "It's starting to rain again. The weather here is really torturous."

Translator Zhao nodded: "No, it's getting colder now."

Old Liu put his military coat on his body and lay on the dry bedding. "Let's rest first. We have to travel tomorrow. After being in North Korea for so long, we have finally adjusted our schedule."

With that said, Old Liu closed his eyes and prepared to sleep.

Suddenly, a rumbling sound came from the valley far away.

Everyone was shocked.

"Did you hear that correctly? Is it the sound of cannon!?" Xiao Heping stared and turned to ask Xia Yuan.

"You heard that right, it's the sound of cannon. Get up quickly."

Xia Yuan stood up and hesitated, "Squad leader, you wait here, I will take Xiao Heping over to take a look."

"I'll go too!" Zhou Mao stood up and said decisively.

"Let's go together. Even though my leg is broken, when we get to the battlefield, we will still fight the enemy with a gun!" Old Liu gritted his teeth, stood up, and said, "Xia Yuan, you take them two first. , Translator Zhao and I are following behind."

Xia Yuan's eyes flickered and he nodded: "Okay, I'll take them there first."

The 39th Army won a great victory in Yunshan. If they want to take advantage of the victory and pursue the retreating enemy, they need to cut off the enemy's retreat. There is Zhuren Bridge in the southwest of Yunshan, which is a bridge for the enemy to retreat. The 345th Regiment The mission of the battalion is to insert Zhuren Bridge, control key points, and cut off the enemy's retreat.

The second company is the first echelon, and the third platoon is the assault platoon.

Platoon leader Ren Bingxin led the entire platoon to the director's bridge at around nine o'clock in the evening. They found that US soldiers were hiding in several square pits. They bypassed the US tanks and attacked the enemies in the pits. , and eliminated the enemies in three square pits at once.

After getting rid of the enemy, he did not hesitate to fight, and kept pushing into the enemy's position. When he reached the enemy's artillery position, he saw several 105 howitzers, dozens of shells piled up, and a few unfired shells standing there. , all the U.S. artillerymen were gone.

Ren Bingxin made a decisive decision: "Blow up the enemy's cannon! Leave no one behind for the enemy!"

With an earth-shattering explosion, they detonated the American grenades and destroyed the 105mm howitzer, leaving no one behind.

When Xia Yuan and the others arrived nearby, they saw billowing black smoke rising from the enemy's position in the distance. In the flickering firelight, they could vaguely see the shaking figures.

"It's our people!"

Xiao Heping screamed, unable to conceal the excitement in his heart.

After falling behind for so long, they finally met one of their own.

"Wait for the squad leader and others to catch up!"

Xia Yuan was not in a hurry to go there. He stared around and observed the terrain first.

There is a river sandwiched between two mountains. There is a bridge across the river at the foot of the mountain. The bridge is brightly lit and parked with US armored vehicles and tanks, as well as a large number of infantry.

Obviously, the purpose of this volunteer army is to cut off this bridge.

In addition to a volunteer team that blew up the enemy's artillery positions on the high ground, there was also a volunteer team under the bridge and above the almost dry river, heading towards the bridge.

It was too dark, so the U.S. military might not be able to see it.

But from a high position, Xia Yuan, who turned on his night vision and eagle eyes, could see quite clearly.

In the night, Zhou Shiming, commander of the fourth company of the second battalion of the 345th Regiment, with a small red flag on his waist, led the main company along a small sand river leading to Zhuren Bridge, advancing as fast as an arrow that had left its string. Arrange one echelon, one echelon and two echelons, and form a reserve team. They enter Zhurenxiadong. There are enemies on the small ridge to the south and they cannot get around it.

Zhou Shiming asked the deputy company commander to direct the fire cover, and ordered the second platoon leader Ge Huaixiang to lead an echelon to attack in a sneak attack.

The battle is about to break out.

The three of Xia Yuan, who were in a pile of rubble, looked at the flickering muzzle flashes on the black mountain in the distance.

"Xia Yuan, how are we going to fight?" Xiao Hepingan endured the nervousness in his heart. After last night's actions, he was full of expectations for Xia Yuan to command the war.

"There are not many enemies over there. Our brother troops are attacking from the front. Let's sneak up behind them and attack them." Xia Yuan thought for a moment, staring at the enemies on the small position, which was only a platoon of troops. But there are many American troops on the bridge below, and any delay will delay the fighter plane. (End of chapter)