Starting from 1950

Chapter 94 Carnival

"good!"

Luo Pojun gave a thumbs-up and handed the empty bowl to Su Yang, saying, "Here! Another bowl, it's not enough!"

Su Yang brewed him another bowl.

This time, Luo Pojun didn't eat so quickly. Instead, he chewed slowly and carefully, even using his chopsticks to rummage through the soaked and expanded dehydrated vegetables in his bowl.

"Carrots, cilantro, garlic...wait, mushrooms too!"

Before anyone else had even touched their chopsticks, Luo Pojun had already finished two bowls. Seeing this, he said somewhat embarrassedly, "Don't just watch me eat alone, everyone get moving!"

Upon hearing this, the others also began to get started.

"That feels good! I haven't tasted alcohol in months!" Luo Pojun burped contentedly after a few drinks.

He slapped Su Yang on the shoulder.

"You've been back for so long, and you haven't even written me a letter! You're so heartless!"

Su Yang had just picked up a piece of pig's ear and was about to put it in his mouth when Su Yang slapped it, causing it to fall onto the table.

He said irritably, "I'd like to write to you, but I'd need to know where the 352nd Regiment is first!"

"Haha! That's true!"

Upon hearing this, Luo Pojun's expression became beaming with joy again.

"It's all because the enemy is too weak. Let me tell you, the puppet troops can run faster on foot than a car!"

I still prefer fighting against the Lighthouse Army.

"Old Luo, don't forget the saying that pride comes before a fall," Zhou Zheng couldn't help but remind him.

Su Yang frowned upon hearing this and couldn't help but ask, "Old Luo, do you mean that in this great victory, most of the troops we annihilated were puppet troops?"

Luo Pojun sighed and said, "The Lighthouse Army has become more cunning now. After the battle starts, they let the puppet troops hold the front line and don't fight us head-on at all."

Yue Jinlong interjected, trying to reassure them, "No need to rush. Let's conserve our energy for the next two months, and then send them straight back to their hometowns after the New Year!"

"That's right! Come on! Let's have a toast! To victory!" Zhou Zheng laughed.

Su Yang quickly poured them drinks, and after finishing, he wanted to pour himself a glass as well.

Zhou Zheng pressed down on his cup, glaring at him and saying, "Children aren't allowed to drink alcohol!"

Su Yang looked helpless and had no choice but to give up.

Luo Pojun and Yue Jinlong exchanged a smile and raised their glasses together.

"May our motherland be prosperous and strong, and our people healthy and well! Cheers!"

"Cheers!"

Luo Pojun rested in Shenzhou for one night and took his leave early the next morning.

The plan was for the frontline troops to rest for two months. While ordinary soldiers stayed on the other side of the river to rest, they also had to help the local villagers repair the railway and resume production.

Mid-level officers like Luo Pojun take turns returning to China for medical treatment, reporting on their work, and studying military knowledge.

Yue Jinlong returned to Andong with five truckloads of the first batch of "Defend the Country Noodles" that were officially put into mass production.

Three carts contained whole flatbreads, while two carts contained broken pieces of dough.

The flour mill has once again thrown itself into intense production. The workers are working with great enthusiasm, and the daily output of 12000 bags remains stable. The small oil paper packaging bags flow into the warehouse like a golden stream.

The "Defend the Country" noodles attracted more rats than the previous fried noodles, so Su Yang intensified his rat extermination efforts.

Fortunately, Xiaoyu shared the burden with him, and the two of them worked in shifts.

Xiaoyu works during the day, and Suyang takes over at night.

Su Yang roughly calculated that after more than half a year, his salary next month would probably exceed 100 million again.

That's a good thing, too.

"Su Yang, do I look good in this outfit?"

Wu Xinxue, wearing a dark wool coat with a real fur collar and shiny black leather boots, twirled in front of Su Yang.

Su Yang looked up from the newspaper and sized her up.

The coat was cut in the trendy Lenin suit style, and the crisp shoulder line made her still somewhat girlish figure look unexpectedly tall and neat.

He laughed and said, "It looks great! It's stylish!"

Wu Xinxue raised her head: "That's right! Sister Natasha specially had it bought for me from her hometown!"

"Oh right! I should wear the scarf she gave me too!"

After saying that, she excitedly opened the wardrobe and started rummaging through it.

Su Yang chuckled and shook his head. Ever since Natalia gave the two of them gifts, Wu Xinxue and she had become very close.

This can be seen from the way she calls Natalia by her nickname, "Natasha".

Let's turn our attention back to the front page of the newspaper; the headline is quite inspiring:

"Executioner General Wake Dies: This is the Fate of Invaders!"

Su Yang tried hard to recall.

In his previous life, he watched the documentary about this war in a very cursory manner, and he couldn't remember the specific times when many events occurred.

However, he vaguely remembered that the entire situation on the peninsula began to reverse after the enemy general, who was jokingly referred to by netizens as the "General of Chariots and Cavalry," died in a car accident.

The general who succeeded him as General of Chariots and Cavalry was the famous general who was jokingly called "General Iron Egg".

He will become our army's biggest adversary on the Korean Peninsula battlefield.

But how should Su Yang explain this?

He couldn't help but scratch his head.

"Alright! Let's go!"

Wu Xinxue had already tied the purple silk scarf, and seeing that Su Yang was still in a daze, she urged him on.

"good!"

The morning chill still carried coal smoke and frost, but the streets of Shenzhou were already filled with red flags, slogans, and crowds.

The men mostly wore cotton hats, cotton robes, cadre uniforms, and worker's work clothes, with cloth belts tied around their waists; the women wore dark headscarves and thick cotton-padded coats, some wearing Lenin suits, and others wearing thick cloth jackets sewn by themselves; the female students had short hair that reached their ears and two long braids, wore clean cotton clothes, and held small paper flags in their hands.

The newsboy, wearing an old cotton-padded coat and clutching a stack of mimeographed newspapers, shouted at the top of his lungs in the cold wind, "Extra! The ZY Army has liberated H City!"

The newspapers contained outdated news from a few days ago, but pedestrians still immediately crowded around, eagerly grabbing copies to read.

Some people bought extra newspapers and pasted them directly on utility poles and walls for everyone to read for free.

A literate person stood at the base of the wall and read the telegram aloud. Each time a sentence was read, a burst of applause and cheers would erupt from the crowd.

Some people kept patting their hands, which were red from the cold, and didn't even bother to wipe their runny noses.

Teams from all units converged on the main street from all directions, with red flags waving and drums beating loudly.

The waist drum team and the Yangko dance team led the way, with red ribbons fluttering and drumbeats shaking the ground.

As soon as the gongs and drums sounded, the whole street erupted in excitement.

Men, women, young and old all cheered and jumped for joy.

A huge banner was held at the head of the procession: "Warmly celebrate the liberation of Seoul by the ZC People's Army!"

"Long live the great victory of KMYC!"

"Long live ZGRMZYJ!"

Someone was carrying a tin megaphone, shouting over and over again, "Damn paper tiger, it'll burst with a single poke!"

"Support the front lines, produce more food, and manufacture more guns and cannons!"

Su Yang stood protecting Wu Xinxue in the crowded roadside.

Today is not a day of rest, but after months of fighting, the cost is not only the lives of tens of thousands of soldiers on the front lines.

The people in the rear also worked tirelessly day and night.

After three consecutive resounding victories, the authorities decided to grant half-day holidays to factories, businesses, and schools in several major cities, allowing ordinary people to celebrate this glory that also belonged to them.

An elderly man with a cane beside me nodded, wiping away tears: "After so many years of suffering, today I can finally hold my head high!"

Wu Xinxue looked at him and handed him a human-shaped sugar cake: "Grandpa, please try my fried foreign devil meat, it's very sweet!"

This is the sugar cake that Su Yang fried for her when she got up this morning; it's shaped like a human.

The old man looked at her, and a smile involuntarily bloomed on his tear-streaked face.

"Good boy, this old man won't eat it. I'm getting old, and I have to save my last few teeth! When things get better in a couple of years, I'll still need them to eat meat!"