The heavens start from Changjin Lake

Chapter 839 A family relationship
There was no food or water on the position, and the cadres of the 335th Regiment were very anxious. Even the urgently needed ammunition could not be transported, making food even more difficult.

In order to solve the problem of feeding the troops, they decided to raise food on the spot. They also thought of Feng Baoguo, the old democracy movement chief. He had stayed behind to take charge of the shelter because of a temporary problem with his eyes.

As soon as he received the order, Feng Baoguo hurried back to the regiment. Director Liu of the Political Department told Feng Baoguo about the situation on the mountain.

"All the soldiers of the 335th Regiment fought fiercely with the enemy, and the enemy blocked our logistics. We have no ammunition and no food. We can still seize ammunition from the enemy, but not food. Even if we can seize it, it will not be enough to eat. The soldiers of our company have not eaten for several days. The situation is urgent. "

Feng Baoguo thought to himself, this is right, war is inseparable from food preparation work at any time, but he remembered the discussion before going abroad, and said humorously: "Hurry up and send a telegram to ask for an air drop."

The people present burst into laughter.

Director Liu said: "You, you are still thinking about this matter. Everyone has simplified the problem and underestimated our enemy. Let alone the air force now, even if we have the air force, it cannot reach the level of airdrops." ”

When we first entered North Korea and fought with the US military, we all learned that to deal with a modern army like the US military, we must use our army's old traditions and make use of our own strengths to overcome the enemy's weaknesses. This is also an important factor in defeating the enemy.

Although Feng Baoguo said this, he was already thinking about ways in his heart.

He thought to himself, how can the troops fight without food? This is something that cannot be done. If you want the soldiers to win the war, you must let the soldiers have enough to eat.

After saying goodbye to Director Liu, Feng Baoguo hurriedly set off with his liaison officer. They ran to Shutang East Station and looked into the ditch. They found many dormitories for lead miners. They went to the workers' committee chairman to explain the situation.

The workers’ committee chairman’s surname was Jin. He was a kind-hearted person but also had a bad temper. When he heard that the volunteers had been fighting in the mountains for several days and nights and had no food to eat, he immediately asked someone to make porridge and send it up the mountain. The cow was killed.

Feng Baoguo didn't expect Chairman Jin to be so anxious. He didn't have time to stop him. Looking at the plowing cow that had fallen to the ground and died, he felt very sorry: "How can this be done? This is a plowing cow."

"To be honest, we have no food left. The volunteers have sacrificed their lives to help us. Shouldn't we kill a cow to show our condolences? The life of a cow is worth nothing, let alone the lives of so many people. "

Speaking of this, Chairman Kim's voice was a little choked. When the country is in trouble, it is possible to have such a good friend who can lend a helping hand to them when they are in danger, and even send their soldiers to their country to help them fight against foreign enemies. For this reason, Many people stayed in North Korea.

It would be chilling if they didn't even want to part with a cow.

Everyone's thoughts are still simple. The cattle are in China, but the people who eat the whole family are now killed at will. Feng Baoguo insisted on keeping the money he had. He advised: "Thank you, if you don't even want the money, If so, even if we take the cow, the soldiers won’t eat it.”

Chairman Kim reluctantly took the money.

Then he started to invite everyone to divide the cow. He divided the cow into three sections and asked everyone to cook beef soup in 6 large pots. Then he put the cooked beef into straw bags and the soup into jars. The men carried it on their backs and the women carried it. Hold it and send it to the position.

The enemy's artillery fire blocked the intersection, but the Korean people were not afraid and walked towards Feihu Mountain in the face of the artillery fire.

Several men and women strode through the enemy's artillery blockade, as if the surrounding artillery fire had no effect on them at all, and it was more like walking through a quiet intersection.

No one was afraid of injury or death. One of them was injured, and the people behind took the things and continued to send them forward. In the end, only two Korean comrades climbed up to the position and delivered fresh beef soup and cooked beef to the soldiers. Although the quantity was small, Not much, but it was enough to soothe the hearts of the soldiers and make them more determined to fight the enemy and regain the land of the Korean people.

The 622.1st Battalion headquarters is located in a lead mine cave only about 80 meters away from the heights of Feihu Mountain. Many fleeing North Koreans are hiding in this lead mine cave.

They hid in the lead mine cave and lived in isolation from the outside world. They were quite unfamiliar with the volunteers who suddenly appeared and spoke a language they did not understand. They even felt scared and afraid and did not dare to approach.

Xiao Li, the liaison officer of the battalion headquarters, took the initiative to approach them, talk to them heart-to-heart, promote the discipline of the Chinese Volunteer Army, and emphasize that the Volunteer Army does not take away from the masses, but also comes to help them fight against foreign enemies. However, no matter what Xiao Li says, these ordinary people are unfamiliar with the unknown. The army always maintains a vigilant heart.

There was nothing Xiao Li could do.

Feng Yuxiang said: "Be patient when dealing with the masses. Before we were victorious, the troops moved to other places. The people there were used to being bullied by the soldiers. They were afraid when they saw people with guns and locked the doors. Even if No matter how we explain it, they still don’t want to believe it.”

Xiao Li asked: "Batalion Commander, what happens next?"

Feng Yuxiang said: "Later, the troops stayed in that town, found a hilltop, and built a base. As time passed, the people in the town discovered that the soldiers on the mountain seemed different from the soldiers in other places. They would give money when they took things. , they would call people "comrades" when they saw them, and they would also help when they saw grandparents who had a lot of things. If someone's house was broken down, they would help repair it. When the soldiers and bandits came, they would drive them away. The common people said "The soldiers on the mountain are their patron saints. There is no such thing as a patron saint. They are our comrades who have good policies and are loved by others."

Xiao Li was thoughtful, raised his head and said: "Batalion Commander, I understand."

With that said, he ran away.

In the following days, Xiao Li surrounded the North Korean people in the lead mine cave. If they needed anything, Xiao Li would try his best to help meet their needs.

One day, he took the initiative to approach an old man in his sixties. The old man was wearing a small gauze hat and a long robe and was sitting in the dim candlelight, thinking about something. In North Korea, men in their sixties are accustomed to wearing gauze hats, and old people in their seventies have two hat wings inserted into their gauze hats, which are similar to the gauze hats worn by county officials on the stage.

Xiao Li took the initiative to talk to him and told him about the time when the third company commander rescued a child near the stadium. This incident became a model deed for the entire battalion. Unexpectedly, the old man was very excited and choked up and said: "Where is the child?"

Xiao Li was obviously stunned for a moment and told him to leave it to the third company commander and the old guide who led the way.

While Xiao Li was still talking non-stop, the old man's tears actually flowed down his face, and he said sobbingly: "It would have been better if you had come a few days earlier."

Later, Xiao Li learned that the young woman killed by an American plane was the old man's child.

Because of this incident, the North Korean people in the lead mine began to gradually understand the volunteers, took the initiative to approach the volunteers, and sometimes helped take care of the wounded.

One day, the young soldier, the trumpeter of the battalion headquarters, shook his arms around the dry food bag, grabbed a handful of the only raw corn, and started chewing on the spring water. An grandmother named Jin saw it and asked: "Is it okay to eat this?"

The little soldier who was the bugler said boldly: "For the sake of the Korean people, it doesn't matter if you don't eat for a few days. Eat this, it's enough."

Over the past few days, the North Korean people have seen how amiable the volunteers are and how these people only fight and do not eat. They have been moved and puzzled at the same time.

A middle-aged man named Jin walked up to the camp instructor with guilt and sincerity and said, "You guys have worked too hard. If you have any difficulties, just come to me!"

The camp instructor was very grateful: "Comrade, it's not hard for us!"

Lao Jin suddenly asked again: "It's been three days, why haven't I seen you eating?" The camp instructor took out a sugar cube from his pocket, half of the sugar cube was left, and there were teeth marks on it, obviously he was planning to eat one. I ate sugar cubes several times. "Eat this," he said.

"How can we fight if we don't eat?" Lao Jin became even more excited. Looking at the injured young people in the lead mine, they were enduring like this. What was the scene like for the soldiers on the battlefield? Lao Jin didn't dare Imagine, he said: "We will find a way so that you can't go hungry!"

After saying that, he hurriedly walked deeper into the cave.

After a while, Lao Jin and a middle-aged woman led a dozen women and several old men. Some of them carried jars on their heads, some carried small bags, and the old man also carried a bag on his shoulder. He was carrying a backpack and looked like he was going down the mountain to find food for the volunteers.

Outside the cave, enemy planes hovered overhead like blowflies.

Artillery fire blocked the road down the mountain again.

The 'Youtiaozi' fired bombs back and forth.

How could we let them risk going down the mountain! The soldiers quickly stopped the fellow villagers and said, "The artillery fire outside is fierce, you can't go."

The middle-aged woman said firmly: "You are not afraid of bleeding and dying for us. What should we be afraid of when we go down to cook?"

The battalion instructor said: "It is our sacred responsibility to protect the Korean people. Bloodshed and sacrifice are nothing, but you really can't go out. The enemies outside are rampant now. Wait until night, and the situation outside will get better at night."

When Lao Jin saw that it was difficult to explain the matter, he quickly took the battalion instructor's hand and introduced him: "To tell you the truth, I am the chairman of the labor committee here."

Then, he pointed to the middle-aged woman beside him and said, "Her surname is Li, and she is the chairman of the Women's Alliance."

"Chairman, Workers' Party!"

When the soldiers heard this, they were very happy. The battalion command post immediately became active. The battalion instructor tightly held Chairman Kim's hand and said: "Okay, with the Workers' Party of Korea and the Korean people's support for the Feihushan battle, , victory will be more certain!”

Chairman Kim burst into tears with excitement and said: "Comrade, it is the responsibility of our party and government to support you in your fight!"

The camp instructor smiled gratefully.

Chairman Kim was afraid that he would stop him again, so he immediately waved to the people behind him: "Baribari, Kaga! (Quick, quick, go!)"

Dozens of figures ran out of the cave entrance in a hurry. They passed through the smoke of the artillery fire and stepped on the scorched earth plowed by the artillery fire, running farther and farther.

The correspondent Xiao Wang and the liaison officer Xiao Li also ran down the mountain with them. They separated with the North Korean people. The correspondent Xiao Wang led several women to the three peaks and found several large iron pots and prepared firewood. The liaison officer Xiao Li followed Chairman Kim and several male comrades to the workers' food supply station at Kowloon Station.

The door of the food supply station was open, and the rice inside had long been looted by the enemy.

However, the US military has always been arrogant and did not bother to pick up the rice that fell on the ground. Therefore, on the ground in the food station, white rice was scattered on the board.

They took the jars and began to collect the rice that fell on the ground. After collecting each jar, they sent another jar over.

Several jars and baskets were full, and there was a lot of rice on the ground.

Xiao Li was very excited: "With these rice, the wounded can eat white rice."

Chairman Kim said: "The enemy still took away a lot of food from here. There used to be a lot of rice stored here."

Xiao Li said: "Enough, enough, the rice falling on the ground is enough for us to eat."

Every grain of grain was hard-earned, and Xiao Li was very excited. Let alone rice, it had been a long time since everyone had seen white flour. Especially on the Korean battlefield, after eating the food in the grain bars, The young soldiers relied on water to satisfy their hunger, and the lucky warriors could get some food from the enemy's corpses.

The unlucky ones are left hungry.

By the time they had collected almost all the rice on the ground and ran into the ravine, the big cooking pot had already been prepared and the fire was lit. When the pot was hot, the women quickly started cooking.

Enemy planes in the sky were flying around the mountains and ravines. They soon discovered the smoke rising from the ravines. They strafed and dropped bombs even more frantically, but they couldn't find the right spot. The smoke dispersed when it rose to the sky. These US military pilots I also knew that someone was cooking in the ravine, but I couldn't find the exact location, so I could only worry.

When the meal was ready, the fellow Koreans all rushed to deliver the meal to the command post.

The women carried a jar of rice on their heads, and some filled three bottles of water with glass bottles. They passed through the fire net of shrapnel and delivered the hot meals to the command post.

The cadres at the command post smelled the aroma of white rice, and their stomachs growled dissatisfiedly. However, there were still many wounded people hungry in the lead mines, and the soldiers on the front lines were still hungry and suppressing their hunger. , ordered the battalion communications soldiers to send white rice to the front line.

Seeing this, Chairman Kim hurriedly said: "Let's go!"

"You don't know the way."

"We know the way and we can't make a mistake." The women's committee chairperson said as she carried her rice and water, dragging her mud-stained white skirt, and ran towards the battlefield like a gust of wind.

Upon seeing this, the battalion instructor quickly ordered the communications troops to go to help.

Among the people delivering food, there was a woman named Park Hyo-nam. She ran hard towards Feihu Mountain with a wooden basin on her head. Artillery shells whizzed above her head and exploded around her.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and a shell exploded not far from him. She fell to the ground, her white dress stained red with blood. After waking up from a brief coma, I saw that the rice in the wooden basin had not been spilled. I was about to move forward with the wooden basin on my head. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain, my vision went dark, and I fell to the ground again.

She looked at the blood on her body and realized she was injured. Park Hyo-nam bit the silk ribbon on her dress, holding the wooden basin in one hand, and holding on to the rocks on the mountain with the other, and climbed up the mountain step by step with difficulty. The blood stained the stones and grass. She fainted and woke up, and finally delivered the meal. Arrive at the position.

Her name and the precious wooden basin are still in the Military Museum of the Chinese People's Revolution today.