Start from Changjin Lake

Chapter 168 The Quiet and Boundless Night

It's more than eleven o'clock at night, what should I do?
go to bed.

This is the most appropriate answer, but tonight is different. The troops stationed in the valley took turns to rest. A group of soldiers who had just entered the tent on duty were awakened by faint noises not long after they fell asleep.

The faint crescent moon hangs obliquely high in the sky that has not yet darkened but is inexplicably pale.The voice was getting louder and louder, and the people who woke up in a daze, subconsciously opened the curtain of the tent amidst the faint shouts, and looked up and saw only the red light in the sky.

Their eyes widened. It was night and they knew exactly what it was—cannon fire.The fierce exchange of fire between the enemy and us.

Who is that enemy?
Who else could it be.

As a result, the noise rose, the gunshots were dense and not far away, but they were scary enough, there was a crackling sound in the empty valley, a group of black soldiers woke up first, and suddenly screamed loudly: "The Chinese are coming!" !” Then in the tent, the senior and junior officers on duty, who were squinting their eyes, were startled in their sleep, and rushed out of the tent in a hurry, guns in hand, and as soon as they stepped out of the tent door, all the people in front of them were their own people , I don't know where to fight.

Little Jayden's tent was pushed down, and he hurriedly put on his clothes and rushed out. The surrounding camp was full of people running in a hurry. The ground was full of collapsed tents, sleeping bags, overturned wine bottles, and messy clothes racks. a mess.

"Damn..."

He was also quite nervous. When he woke up, he almost thought that when he returned to the Philippines to fight, he fought against the Japanese devils on Luzon Island. There had been more than one sneak attack like this.The isolated island is like a valley, like a narrow and dangerous place, with gunshots and shouts, no one knows what happened, only the gunshots fired into the sky.

For the sake of concealment, the valley where they camped was very small, and whites, blacks, and Koreans were all mixed together. He wanted to take a few steps forward to see if he couldn't squeeze in.

The scene was chaotic, many people wanted to escape, running around with their things on their backs, and some fired their guns into the sky to vent their emotions, but no one found any traces of the enemy.

"Chinese, Chinese!"

Someone is shouting.

Little Jayden came to his senses and remembered that it was the Korean battlefield, and they were retreating to the south. There were no vicious Japanese, but there were even more powerful Chinese.

Suddenly, amidst the noise of shaking heads, a voice shouted, "Sir, where are you?"

He recognized that it was Jason.So I turned around and said, "Here!"

Little Jayden struggled to walk back, and after being crowded by people for several steps, he finally found Jason. The poor corporal lost his hat and was only wearing one shoe, and he was in a mess.

"Sir, are the Chinese really calling again..."

"Don't ask, put it on and follow me." Little Jayden put on his clothes for him, and said loudly in his ear.He wrapped Jason into the open space, finally found a slightly higher place, and quickly picked up the binoculars to look around.

"God..." This wasn't a cry, it was his muttering to himself, because his excellent battlefield experience allowed him to quickly figure out the damn truth.

Pop, pop, pop!
So he opened the gun bag and shot three times into the sky.

"Where's the guy from E Company, [-]rd Battalion?" he yelled.

The disheveled soldiers running around were startled by the gunshots at close range. They raised their heads and slowly recognized Jayden. After a moment of hesitation, they chose to gather around him.With the roar, more and more people gradually realized that the flames were shining in the sky—that is to say, that damned battle did not happen around them!
More and more people righted the emergency collection of hats.

It took a full quarter of an hour before the whole camp looked so bad.

The huge crowd finally got together, and the ground was narrow, so a few tents were temporarily dismantled. Soldiers of various skin colors were wearing single clothes, and some were wearing backpacks, shivering in the cold wind.The Koreans are the luckiest, because they were on duty at night, with their clothes on, so they escaped unharmed by accident.

Outside the valley, there were still gunshots a few kilometers away.But the soldiers didn't panic anymore, as long as the guns didn't fall on their heads, they didn't care about their business.

"Report the number."

"Yes, sir……"

"Sir, three of them got lost and are looking for them. A few of them were unlucky enough to get hit in the ass by a stray bullet," the soldier reported.

The audience below did not completely calm down because of the assembly. The black people who were talking about it were machine-gun-like, and most of them were young people. They were all talking about whether the bridge was blown up or not, whether they could survive, or silently opened their eyes to the sky and sucked. cigarettes.That might be old wounded soldiers.

Little Jayden looked at the group of people, not knowing how to get angry.It turned out that he only wanted to be a veteran who mixed in with the team, but several officers on his head were injured and transferred to the rear-line hospital, and he flew back early, so it was his turn to be the master.But that's not what he wants.

Who knows if it was really hurt.He muttered to himself.

Little Jayden walked towards the battalion headquarters... No, the command tent was also down, and the officers were standing on the dry grass, leaning on the tanks for a meeting—as if these steel guys could give them more sense of security.

Don't say that there is no communism in the United States. This army is a combination of remnants and defeated generals. Look at what these officers are composed of: soldiers, pastors, priests, reporters, and even a barracks doctor.They were arguing loudly on twitter. Some advocated support, while others believed that the soldiers were unwilling to fight and it was difficult to sustain the fight. After a brief and intense argument.

In the end, an experienced sergeant made a pertinent suggestion and decided to send a reconnaissance team first, followed by the army, and cooperate with the bridge deck troops to repel the invading Chinese and try their best to keep the bridge a few kilometers away.

The chiefs fell silent contentedly.It seemed that the loud, minutes-long altercation had worked.

Little Jayden shook his head and returned to the team. He couldn't bear the atmosphere, but he knew what he had to do, so he raised his fist and shouted to cheer everyone up, but there was very little response, and the soldiers were listless.

He was a little discouraged, but he was an old sergeant with a moral obsession. He wanted to kill the enemy, but he didn't want to talk nonsense, so he had no choice but to give up: "Everyone, everyone, prepare for the combat unit..."

The bridge, the gun battle, the sky-high flames, these things mixed together, the ghosts knew that something had happened, and in fact, they had already expected in their hearts that there must be Chinese soldiers sneaking on the bridge ahead, so they were nervous and numb, and everyone took it for granted .

They all experienced the night when Chinese 'ghosts' rushed into the airport and made a fuss a few days ago.Scarier than this.

Little Jayden pulled out one of his squads. When the soldiers heard that they were going to investigate, they were reluctant, and many stood still.On this road, soldiers all know that the so-called attack in another direction is just a crazy "marathon" escape contest for them.

Little Jayden had no choice but to mobilize for a long time before everyone agreed.

On the way, Jason wanted to speak a few times, but held back.

"Speak, child."

Little Jayden had already seen it.

Jason: "We are about to withdraw to the port, do we have to fight again?"

"Who knows?"

Little Jayden shook his head and remained silent for a while.

"In this war, no one can escape their due fate." After a long time, he said quietly.

Jason was ignorant and wanted to ask more questions, but the team moved faster and faster, and they quickly disappeared into the night.

……

"Fate..."

Xu Qing stood in front of the window and looked outside, puffing out smoke—not smoke.The cigars found in the command room were of high-quality Cuban brands. Everyone shared a few cigars.He has always maintained a high level of calmness and rationality, fighting like a perpetual motion machine, killing people, and performing tasks. Although he is used to it, his nerves are actually high on the nervous line. It was Lei Gong who persuaded him to suck two cigarettes to ease his mood.

But the smoke in his mouth was tasteless, and he was thinking about something else:

Does this change everyone's original destiny?

Twenty minutes ago, after Captain Tom was killed by him, the soldiers all surrendered one by one. This is hard to imagine in the volunteer army, but it seems easy to understand in the case of Americans.

My family eats their own food, all for a hot bite, they don't feel ashamed, and Qilian is willing to accept it.

The battle at Watergate Bridge is over.

There is no earth-shattering, no one gets angry, and returns to normal in the war and fire.

Tonight has become the most relaxing and quiet night for everyone in so many days, the vast night is boundless, except for the wind and snow, and now there is even a house to shelter from the wind and cold.

But is it really over?
This is a small node in this war, and the contest between the entire eastern country and the Atlantic is still going on.He looked out of the window, in this direction, he could just see the road at the end of the bridge, winding and contrasting with the US reinforcements he encountered when he came, it seemed to be peaceful.

He is standing here on the other side of the embankment, and so are the soldiers guarding guard guards hidden everywhere on the mountain.

Under the bridge in front, it was brightly illuminated by the straight electric lights on the side of the road. The traces of the battle on the ground had been swept away quickly. People suddenly thought of the appearance of modern urban roads.

Xu Qing spat out a white circle, sprayed it on the glass window, and exploded into a hazy flower. His eyes were only locked on a dark path in front of the bridge other than the bridgehead.

There, the soldiers were carrying explosive packs and new American high-explosive detonators, and they were holding rope ladders up and down in the darkness less than a few meters away from the street lamps, filling the support points of the bridge piers.

There was no sound, and everything was done quietly in the dark.

After the battlefield outside was cleaned up, everything went on as usual, and the corpses of the volunteers in the wilderness under the bridge were also gathered away. As for the nearby watchtowers, sniper spots, bunkers, and searchlights on the bridge deck, they were still working, but the leader in charge was changed. .

Suddenly, the light flashed by the window and swayed a little. Xu Qing frowned slightly, and looked up from the window. There were all the equipment on the mountain, but it was Yu Congrong who was playing with the big light bulb. Happy.

"~"

With two fingers in her mouth, Xu Qing whistled, and the light came back to normal after hearing it on the mountain.

The whistle not only reminded Yu Congrong, but Song Weiguo, the supervisor under the bridge to observe the direction, also ran up: "Wanli, what's the matter?"

"Have you buried all the explosives?" Xu Qing asked after thinking about it.

"Okay." Song Weiguo scratched his head, raised three claws, and was quite happy, "The mines have been buried, and there are still three places under the pier that have not been filled, but let me tell you, isn't this gunpowder too wasteful? Can blow up three bridges..."

"Don't be afraid of [-], just be afraid of what happens."

"Okay, let's listen to you. If you want to blow it up, blow it upside down...I'll go and rush it." Song Weiguo didn't care about these things, and patted his chest hard and said.Anyway, the dead explosives belonged to the Americans, and the quantity was sufficient.

"Don't worry about it for a while, let everyone be careful not to fall."

"Don't worry, I understand." He had a smile on his face, "We didn't abolish any of our soldiers, everyone's energy is going up!"

Song Weiguo quickly ran back, Xu Qing closed the door, squinted his eyes, sat down and smoked a cigar, and continued to wait in the bunker in the side room.

Now that the overall situation is settled, everything is ready, only the east wind is owed.

Simply blowing up the bridge, blowing up the bridge deck, the bridge piers buried steel bars are still stable, he remembered the advanced steel imported from Japan by the Americans in the original movie, and directly erected on both sides of the bridge, cars and tanks can still pass through without any hindrance.This time, we must once and for all, blow up the bridge completely, there is no way out!
After a while, he stared closely at the window, and everyone began to withdraw slowly, and it should be almost buried.

Just in time, Ping He walked in through the door of another room in the bunker.

Xu Qing turned her head.

"Another phone call from the other side." Ping He approached.

"What did you say?"

"It's the same as Shangtong, asking what happened and the combat process, the instructor asked the British guy to answer accordingly, but I feel..."

Xu Qing looked sideways, waiting for his next words.

"The other side didn't believe me." Ping He spread his hands slightly, "So..."

Xu Qing understood: "They may come anyway."

"It's okay." He turned his head and looked at the bridge deck outside. He was almost done. "They must have noticed such a big movement here. We bombed ours. This is already the best result."

"What's going on with the Yankee and the Brit?" After thinking for a while, he asked again.

"It's honest." Ping He said, "I have also checked the alarm in the house, and I have notified Sanying to come and receive it. Everyone is watching, and there is no mistake."

"Where's my brother?"

"In the command room with the instructor."

"Okay. Everyone, get ready to get in the car and set off."

Xu Qing nodded, Hans and the others are very cooperative now, but everyone has taken precautions. Mei Sheng and Qian Li are always by his side, and with two old fried dough sticks by his side, there will be no major problems.

None of this is the point, as long as the bridge blows up, everything is fine.

This is Qilian's death mission.

He looked outside, his eyes narrowed suddenly, because there was a cluster of reflections in the shadow of the mountains at the head of his bridge, which was common anywhere, but it was unusual here.

The cigar was snuffed out, and there was a dangerous gleam in his eyes. He could not tolerate any actions or personnel that would stop him from blowing up the bridge.

"I'll go out and have a look." Xu Qing stood up and said.

He was used to being swift and resolute, and immediately wrapped up the remaining half of the cigar, put it in his arms, put it away, put on the cloak, grabbed the gun, and opened the door.

"Okay..." Ping He was responding when the wind and snow rushed in from the outside, and the person who looked up was gone.

He hesitated to speak, sighed in his heart, unknowingly, Wu Wanli, a young boy who was ignorant when he stepped on the train, is now able to be completely independent and has grown to such a appearance.So I stopped talking and turned around to tell everyone to get in the car and leave.

So, there was no sound in the house.

In the snowy night, a figure had already sprinted on the wall for a few steps, climbed onto the roof, jumped over the hill, and ran towards the snow-capped mountain on which the bridge was leaning. He returned to a restless warrior again, like a real ghost.

(End of this chapter)