Start from Changjin Lake

Chapter 196
Snowfields, wars, nights in the wild, radio waves from China, these things are mixed together, revealing strange emotions, plus no matter how escaped the soldiers are at ordinary times, the emotions of homesickness, love, and hometown are added together, and the foreign country The cold moon has also become a rural moon, and everyone confides in the past in a dizzy state, listening to the radio's ineffective signal broadcast, they rarely smile, think a lot, and all the hardships and hardships in front of them seem to be a puzzle. riddle.

Early in the morning, in the dimness, before dawn, a strong wind was blowing over the mountains, Song Weiguo was suddenly awakened by a little movement.

Very slightly, it was Yu Congrong who patted the back of his hand lightly, twice in succession, even though he was frozen stiff, he still felt it, opened his eyes instantly, and his body tensed up.

In fact, this was not the first time he was woken up at night, the weather was so cold that it was difficult to fall asleep, and no matter how thick or thick the American fleece was wrapped, it was not very useful.

"Who?"

He muttered in a low voice, did not sit up, and lay still in the small black soil pit that was almost blown to the ground, because several other people also woke up, holding their guns tightly in their hands instinctively.

"Someone is here." Yu Congrong said calmly.

Song Weiguo listened intently, but didn't hear anything, but he did see a slight movement down the mountain from the corner of his eyes, passing the simple barrier they set up, someone seemed to be approaching.

Everyone held their breath and waited for the battle. In this weather and environment, there is no need to wash your face and brush your teeth. Just one puff of the ice fog in the early morning and the gunpowder smoke overnight is enough to wake up for a whole day.

The Pinghe gun is fully loaded, and it only needs to jump up backwards to meet any incoming enemy.

Suddenly, Yu Congrong was stunned, he gestured and said, "No, wait a minute."

Others turned their eyes and saw a figure creeping forward in the snowdrift under the hillside. They were very careful, and then a head appeared, revealing an Asian face and a cotton padded jacket, as if it was one of us?

The khaki southern thin cotton coats originally distributed by the volunteers are now only a little bit of khaki black. They are so eye-catching in the snow. They stumbled and ran, and they could no longer see the guns. They only carried a few blasting groups, The dynamite pack rushed upwards.

When Ping He took a look, he understood that they were originally planning to raid the Americans who were originally defending here at night and early in the morning.

He quickly turned away and whistled.

People came quickly.

A smile appeared on Yu Congrong's face, he saw a familiar person.

"Battalion Commander Tan!" He called out.

The sound spread to the bottom, and the shadows of the people who were about to raid up the mountain suddenly stopped moving. If someone was nearby, they would definitely be able to see these soldiers buried in the snow nest without moving at this time. up.

The leader of the team was Tan Gaofeng, the engineer battalion commander they were all too familiar with. Pinghe observed the surrounding movements and found that it was indeed a misunderstanding. , friendly forces."

Everything is like a cycle again.

This is how two groups of people met a few days ago, and it is happening again now.

Tan Gaofeng came out again, but this time he was full of excitement. Pinghe and the others noticed that one of his arm sleeves was empty, and his walking posture was not very stable.

"You are..." Song Weiguo hesitated to speak.

"It's okay, that grandson is no better than me." When Tan Gaofeng saw them, a smile appeared on his square face, and he hugged each of them hard.

Yu Congrong said, "Where is Lao Li, where is he?"

"Ours?" Tan Gaofeng asked in surprise, "There are many people surnamed Li in our camp. Who are you referring to, Li Manliang, Li Xiaolang, Li Changgui, Li Shuangxi..."

"That's Li Changgui." Yu Congrong said hastily.

Tan Gaofeng glanced back, shook his head, and said, "Not here. The platoons of my engineering battalion were broken up. Huanglong Mountain in the front left and Huangcaoling on the right. The corpses on the ground are no different from people. I don't know if they are still there."

It was only then that everyone realized that this group of soldiers following him was even smaller than last time, and they looked even more tragic. They were all disheveled, supporting each other, and there were many wounded soldiers. Seeing such a few people, they didn't know what to say What, I feel very uncomfortable.

Yu Congrong was inevitably disappointed. After chatting for a few words, Tan Gaofeng was very excited when he heard that they had indeed destroyed the enemy stronghold here.

"This place used to be our position. After being snatched by the Americans, we are about to take it back." He said with a sigh of relief.

Ping He immediately took him to see the fortifications here, as well as some captured equipment.

Some soldiers from the engineering battalion at the back stood stiffly at the same place, they still carried explosive packs under their waists and armpits, they were still a little dazed seeing the scene, they took several bottles of canned food handed over by Zhong Dingyi, even though they were already frozen Pimple popsicle-like, but also very excited.

One of the soldiers said happily: "Are you the [-]th Interlude Company? Great, then we can go directly to the forward position. The brothers who must be alive, battalion commander, let's bring Heizi and the others back! By the way , you don’t even know if you can…”

Tan Gaofeng immediately whispered: "San Quanzi, what are you talking about!"

The volunteer soldier closed his mouth, his face felt aggrieved: "Battalion Commander, you said that they even blew up the American bridge, which was very powerful..."

Tan Gaofeng glared at him, but he also took a closer look at the four of them, and asked in confusion, "Your company commander, and that little Wanli sharpshooter, why aren't they here?"

Song Weiguo and Zhong Dingyi glanced at each other, a little embarrassed to say it, but Yu Congrong didn't care, and said carelessly: "We came first!"

"That's great, let's go together..."

The soldier named Sanquanzi said happily that Tan Gaofeng hadn't scolded him yet.

"Go, why don't you go!" Yu Congrong answered first, he clenched the barrel of the gun tightly, and jumped up immediately and said.

"Wars are fought in order of priority. Since we have come, we have never thought about returning it. It happens that we have a lot of equipment here. Everyone counts as one and takes them all." Ping He also agreed, and the others have nothing to do.

Everyone happily started distributing food, bullets, and weapons. These more than 20 soldiers were lightly wounded, and there were no more seriously wounded in this kind of battle. The two seriously wounded were given a dose of morphine, and immediately became alive and well.

Although these soldiers felt a little more confident with the new guns, they were not necessarily very happy. Song Weiguo asked curiously, why are the more than 20 soldiers in their team all lightly wounded and no seriously wounded?
As soon as these words came out, everyone's faces were extremely depressed. Song Weiguo knew that he might have asked a stupid question.

Sure enough, Tan Gaofeng told him that last night the U.S. military bombed all over the place, and one of them who ran a little slower could not escape, and there was no serious wounded at all.

When the No. 400 Engineer Battalion was fully staffed with more than [-] people, it was blown up on various highlands in Huangcaoling overnight. Whether there are still people alive is unknown.

The sky is full of wind and snow, the soldiers are all serious and solemn, and there is an unspeakable solemnity in the atmosphere. Everyone knows that although they hold new guns and new equipment and speak so calmly, there is no fluke in war. I'm afraid there will be no return.

Yu Congrong sighed softly, thinking of yesterday, he also felt concerned, and couldn't help humming in a low voice:
"stand up."

"People who don't want to be slaves..."

As soon as he spoke, everyone was silent and continued to move forward.

But after listening to a sentence or two, soon there was a surge of inexplicable emotions in my heart.

A March of the Volunteers was just set last year, but it was sung across the country in a very short period of time. Fifty million Chinese people and compatriots all know it, and everyone knows it.

If you ask, what can most arouse the passion of the Chinese people, it must be the national anthem.

Tan Gaofeng was the first to speak, and the others followed, then Pinghe, then Song Weiguo Zhong Dingyi and the others, and everyone involuntarily followed suit:

"The Chinese nation has reached the most dangerous time..."

"Everyone is forced to let out a final roar..."

"Get up, get up, get up..."

"We are united..."

"Fighting the enemy's artillery fire, advance..."

"Fighting the enemy's artillery fire, advance..."

"go ahead!"

"go ahead!"

"Enter--"

Everyone didn't dare to amplify their voices, humming a little, and there was no such thing as a beautiful tone, playing around and listening to it, and the words of the lyrics were choked up, and every sentence was sonorous and powerful, with a hot heart in their mouth.

After singing the national anthem and the March of the People's Liberation Army, during the boring march, it seemed that there was more strength that seemed to exist but remained firm, and the bumpy snow slope and stone road under the feet seemed to be much smoother.

But almost all soldiers can only sing these one or two songs. At this time, Song Weiguo suddenly moved his mouth, raised his voice, and then lowered it consciously, and sang:
"Arrogant and high-spirited."

As soon as Yu Congrong heard it, he immediately continued, shouting nonsense: "Cross the Yalu River."

Zhong Dingyi also hurriedly said: "Protecting peace, defending the motherland... is protecting the hometown."

Then the three of them looked at Ping He without blinking their eyes.

Pinghe's face was a little unnatural, his face was expressionless, he didn't speak, and the three of them refused to let go. Seeing Tan Gaofeng and the others looked over curiously, he had to cough slightly, and said out of tune: "Chinese good sons and daughters." , unite tightly?"

Then the three were satisfied, looked away, and said in unison:
"Resist America and Aid North Korea, defeat the ambition wolf of the US empire! The ambition wolf, hey!"

The three of them laughed, and Ping He glared at them angrily.

The comrades in the engineering battalion had never heard of this song, but the tune was powerful and catchy, and they understood it after only one or two times. Sanquanzi asked curiously: "What song are you singing? Never heard of it."

"I heard it on the American radio last night." Yu Congrong said proudly, holding a gun.

"What's a radio?"

"Uh...what do you mean, American little radio station?"

"Nonsense, this song sounds like our Chinese own song, how can the American devils hear it on the radio?"

"I don't know. Anyway, we just heard it. If you don't believe me, ask him, Song Weiguo, tell me if it's true. You messed around last night..."

"Yu Congrong, don't fight with others, be careful around, you will be in the depths of the battlefield later."

"Got it, I put my tricks on very brightly."

"One, two, three, let's go—"

"Arrogance and arrogance!"

"Across the Yalu River!"

"Protect peace, protect the motherland, hey! It is to protect the hometown..."

This song was published by People's Daily last month. Later, the Ministry of Culture officially named this song "Battle Hymn of the Chinese People's Volunteers". Color, just after it came out, has already shown extraordinary influence in the north and south of the river.

At that time, the people who were singing this song didn't know that this song was like a loud marching horn, which would reverberate in the Korean battlefield all day and all night.

Wars will end, but history will not.

In this era of more than three years of wars, it will be sung by everyone from the land of China to the sleep at night in foreign countries. It is compact and crisp, never sloppy, every word, every sentence The tune bursts with strong emotions of defending the country and defending the country.

Their singing voices are not very beautiful, they are humming softly between their lips and teeth, but they are cadenced and catchy, as if they have some kind of magical power, which attracts them to learn quickly and involuntarily.

So facing the snowy morning of December [-], [-], this group of thin but firm figures sprinted across the snowy ridges, singing while walking, and resolutely rushed to the place where the flames of war were the thickest.

Behind are endless mountains, footprints, the past, the interlacing of iron and fire, and singing in unison.

This simple song rises from the ground, and slowly rises to the white clouds and morning glow of the North Korean sky. It not only floats on the snowy mountains in front of us, but also echoes the current scene, and resounds in the past, present, and future, countless nights and nights The iron horse sleeps soundly on the glacier and the military life of the army.

They gather under the banner of sickle and hammer. In the memory of the people, there are countless unknown places. Everyone sings together, loud and clear, as if spreading farther and farther...

(End of this chapter)