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Chapter 173 The Captive Who Fell From the Sky

Back in time two days ago.

The Seventh Interlude Company, which had just finished blowing up the Shuimen Bridge, pulled several carts of shells and materials on the snowy road. These things were life-saving provisions for the Chinese officers and soldiers who were fighting. After telegrams were sent to the regiment and division headquarters , the other side was extremely anxious, and Qilian hurried on his way.

Everyone travels day and night, trying their best to walk on the mountain and forest paths, even if these wheels go down and be scrapped, it is not hesitating, but the road is a little more bumpy.

When the car passed through the ridge, many soldiers groaned. They couldn't hold it back. They fell in pain. Everyone didn't dare to relax in the car. Warnings were required from time to time along the way, not only to guard against enemy planes, but also to guard against ourselves. The man hit an own goal by mistake.

That's not a joke, the three major carts are all cannonball barrels, and if they catch fire, it will be a big mess.

Song Weiguo climbed up and down the carport, holding a binoculars in his hand, shivering, and put another person on top.

"Cold." Zhong Dingyi handed him a towel to wipe his face.

Song Weiguo sat down for a while before he regained his senses. He subconsciously wanted to talk to Yu Congrong, but he was not there, so he went forward to lead a team to investigate, so he had to pat the car's buttocks and said: "It is said that the big American jeep is running on gas. Strength, it’s really powerful, but the butt hurts a bit, I wonder when we can make it?”

"Hurry up, there were a lot of cars on the day of the Tiananmen Ceremony, we didn't catch up to see them, but didn't we pay a lot at Lao Jiang's back then?" Lei Gong smoked a cigarette, raised his eyebrows and said, "This thing is not unusual. .”

"Then why haven't we seen the cars of our army in North Korea?"

"It was blown up."

Xu Qing woke up slowly listening to their conversation, he was so tired, he squinted slightly for a while, opened his eyes to see the sky, it was broad daylight, and outside was the endless snow scene, mountains, rivers, and roads.

"Didn't find anything abnormal before?" He said.

After slowly stretching his muscles and bones, he stood up and felt that his spirit was slowly recovering to a sufficient level. With his physical fitness, he only needs to sleep for two hours a day to replenish enough energy.

"It's calm for the time being." Wu Qianli took turns commanding at the back. In the other compartment, Mei Sheng settled down here. He heard Xu Qing speak, and turned around and said, "We have contacted by telegram in the early morning. There are some teams five kilometers ahead of Gutuli. In the firefight, the area needs to be highly vigilant, and it is relatively safe here."

Xu Qing stuck his head out of the hood and looked at the sky. Within a few seconds, the snow fell off his head. Looking at the ground far and near, the traces of the battle on the road that came from the sky were covered by snow again.

"Now that it's snowing, the temperature will drop again tonight." Lei Gong also looked outside and said.

"Can't it?" Song Weiguo was stunned for a moment, and said, "It's minus [-] to [-] degrees at night, the kind that freezes people to death, where can it go?"

"I don't think this day will be better. Who knows when this ghostly winter will pass."

"That depends on when the war ends..."

Xu Qing stuck his head in and shook the snow, but he was not so optimistic in his heart: "A world power like the United States, God knows what ideas they will come up with."

"Their bridge was blown up, and they couldn't go home, so why did they give a fart?"

"It's because we can't even go home that we can jump over the wall in a hurry." Mei Sheng analyzed calmly, "The more we get to this point, the more we can't take our guard lightly."

Will the war end soon?

This is a question that soldiers and soldiers have been asking since ancient times. The soldiers generally believed that the Shuimen Bridge had been blown up and that there was no way for the U.S. troops to retreat. This war was destined to end in a short period of time.

"The balance of war is always in the balance..." Xu Qing nodded, deeply convinced, and suddenly turned to another question: "Which army is fighting here in Gutuli?"

"It seems to be the 58th division, the specific number is not clear."

He looked at the mountain peak line in the distance, the snow covered the sky, the snow was extremely heavy during the day, it stopped for a while in the morning and then started to fall, the place where he could see was all white, and it was difficult to distinguish the things inside.

This is something to watch out for.

"What's ahead?" he asked.

"Huangcaoling." Mei Sheng looked at the map and said.

Xu Qing was slightly awed, he vaguely remembered the name, it was very familiar in his memory, it seemed to be another bleeding place, Hero Tomb.

.........

Between the snow-covered sky and the earth, even if it is covered with a white cloth, it is difficult to hide its actions. On a small highland between the hanging valley and the mountains in the southeast of Huangcaoling, a U.S. military unit that fought with volunteer officers and soldiers last night was stationed at here.

They dozed off in the cold weather, lying in the mountain valley with their guns in their hands to keep warm, all of them were wearing wool felt coats, still shivering from the cold, and at this time, some scouts on the high mountain saw the There is a movement:

In the vast expanse of white snow, there is snow on the surface of the road but it is not deep enough, leaving rut marks when it is pressed by a car. If you distinguish carefully, you can distinguish a group of giants moving slowly in the snow.

"It seems to be a convoy." A soldier asked in a low voice, "Is it our people?"

"do not know."

The companion said listlessly.

This is a remnant soldier. They fought with the volunteers around the small highlands of Huangcaoling for several days and nights. Wave after wave of people were changed, and dozens of wounded were pulled down. Not many died, but fighting The will has been stretched to the limit.

Some soldiers heard their words and got up tremblingly: "Where, are we saved?"

The little movement here quickly attracted the attention of all the soldiers in the col. They were fed up with the damn weather, the damn fighting, and the damn Chinese.

Their bullets and weapons were still sufficient, but they never saw a reinforcement team coming to change defenses. The reason was that the telegram said that their reinforcements would not encounter a wave of Chinese blocking every 100 meters they traveled.

They don't care about this, they just want to find a large army and go home as soon as possible. The last wave of troops that fought here has already left with the engineering battalion convoy that was repairing the bridge on the south side.

They must have arrived at the port, where there is a ship back to the United States, fresh and delicious food, red wine, and warm tents and yurts.Many soldiers thought bitterly in their hearts.

And they can only eat canned soybeans and beef that have been frozen into lumps, the particles are hard, their teeth are loose, and their tears are falling, because they can't make a fire because of the low air pressure.

They who are used to being pampered in the army have never suffered such a crime. More and more people heard that reinforcements appeared, and they got up desperately, even more desperately than when they were fighting.

They climbed to the side of the valley on the north side of the bridge to observe carefully, and found that there was indeed a convoy slowly leaving, driving densely on the road.

"It must be one of us."

The soldiers were eager to try. They saw this "own army", which was full of white cloth, and seemed to be piled up with a lot of goods. Could it be wine, bread, or food?
The carriage is also full of soldiers holding sophisticated weapons, and the clothes they wear are their standard clothes in the binoculars?
"Let's go, let's go down quickly, let them take us for a ride..."

"and many more."

A soldier suddenly stopped the turbulent crowd. He pointed down and asked, "Why are they driving in the opposite direction?"

Everyone was taken aback for a moment before they noticed that the convoy was moving from south to north, and a few kilometers further north was the highland battlefield in Gutuli, where they broke up and retreated, and then went to Xiajieyuli , but no matter where they want to stay.

"Maybe it's to provide reinforcements, isn't this very common?" Maybe it's because the expectations are too high, and a soldier immediately helped him say, "It should be that the airdrop is dropped here and sent to the battlefield with a convoy!"

"Then shall we still follow?"

This group of soldiers has no commanders anymore, all of them are remnants, and the leaders are two sergeants of the Marine Corps. They are also hesitant. They don't want to return to the battlefield and continue to fight to the death with those crazy Chinese. , you can stay here and retreat to the south, I don't know how many kilometers you have to walk.

"Don't stay here, let's walk on two legs, how many people have been left behind along the way? I think it's better to gather a large army..."

"Go, let's follow!"

The soldiers quickly made up their minds and began to descend the mountain. They carefully turned around the mountain turns and went down the mountain from the side. However, some soldiers couldn't help but extend their hands excitedly to the convoy below.

The convoy seemed to have spotted them, and their speed towards the side of the forest slowed down slightly, as if they were observing them.

"They saw it, and I'm sure it's our buddy!"

"I want a hot cocoa, damn it, I miss the taste of them so much."

"Hi! Don't push me..."

It's just that the movement of the Americans quickly attracted the attention of the high ground on the opposite side. There was also a lookout with a telescope in his hand who saw their movement down the mountain and shouted to the back. After a while, gunshots came to this side.

Groups of Chinese wearing khaki cotton clothes slipped down the hillside. They didn't know why the Americans gave up the mountain that they had held on for several days. You must know that the two armies have been fighting against each other for four or five days. Next, but they know this opportunity is rare.

Even if it's a trap.

Pop, pop, pop!
An empty valley was formed between the peaks, and the crackling gunshots were crisp and hard, echoing faintly across a long distance.

"I knew it, I knew it! Those Chinese, they refused to let us go, but fortunately we escaped!"

Seeing that the traces were found, the soldiers no longer hid, and fired a few shots occasionally, then ran down the mountain frantically and quickly, rolling and crawling all the way to the road, and soon approached the convoy.

"Hey! Stop, stop, wait for us!"

The soldiers ran wildly all the way, and followed them. Some of the guns fell to the ground and they didn't even care to pick them up. The Chinese behind were chasing and intercepting them, but they hesitated a little when they saw this huge convoy. They were not sure if they didn't fight. battle.

But the next moment they saw an amazing scene...

The soldiers patted their horses and ran to the front of the car without haste, rolling and climbing. Someone slapped the side wall of the car and chased after them. Several soldiers stood at the foot of the car roof and climbed up the fastest. Shouted: "Guys, drive fast, those Chinese are following!"

They were overjoyed and shouted, and when they looked up, they hurriedly saw "our own people" wearing American uniforms, and they immediately felt extremely cordial. This is their organization!
But it was quiet in the carport, and the car didn’t drive. When I glanced over, I could see the khaki-yellow Chinese People’s Volunteer Army’s cotton-padded military uniforms mixed with large pieces of Korean-style and American-style military uniforms. Dozens of pairs of eyes tilted their heads to look over, with cold eyes. Cold, like a wolf like a tiger, and then there are black muzzles.

They were standing in the snow, and some of them were half-legged on the car. The next moment, their bodies were slightly stiff and they fell on the snow. They swallowed the words. They didn't know what happened, so they subconsciously raised their hands. hands.

(End of this chapter)