Start from Changjin Lake

Chapter 59 British journalists interviewing
Today is the night of November [-], [-].

The sky was gray and covered with dark clouds. After the smoke and fire of the US cavalry camp subsided, it became silent. The wind and snow remained in the mountains and forests, and there was no movement of enemy planes harassing at night in the sky.

Xu Qing supplied the prisoners with food and drinking water again. After confirming that the captivity and traps were complete, he unfolded the map of the US military that he had found in the command camp during the day.

On the map is a map of North Korea's terrain and march.

On it is the route taken by the first U.S. cavalry division from Xingnan Port to the north. The red pointed head and the English letter annotations mark their marching route. Like the entire United Allied Forces, they all intend to reach the vicinity of the Yalu River.

And they stopped at Yunshan a week ago. From Yunshan to here, there is a pen on the map to draw the general direction and path. The Ye Songling where Xu Qing is now is about west of Pingnan Town. , about [-] kilometers away from Yunshan.

According to his previous inquiry, after the remnant of the Eighth Cavalry Regiment escaped from Yunshan, they did not dare to retreat directly, because they found a lot of Chinese in the encirclement group around Yunshan, so they planned to go through Daguan Cave, Meet up with the US Marines in Deadwood and contact his department.

But the weather was not good, and things backfired. They encountered the Seventh Company of the Ninth Corps, which was interspersed at a high speed, and a large part of them were disabled.

Originally, Captain Fields and the others were here to discuss how to detour to the south, enter Turtle City, return to southern Korea, and join the Turkish brigade.

They had had enough of encountering inexplicable waves of Chinese attacks along the way.

It's a pity that the plan has not yet been implemented, and only the remaining 20 senior officers were made dumplings by Xu Qing who fell from the sky alone.

"Let me find you a place to go."

Xu Qing looked at the map, it wasn't very far from Yunshan.

As someone who has a certain amount of historical knowledge, he knows that after blocking Yunshan, the Volunteers retreated while fighting, pretending to retreat, and took the initiative to retreat more than ten kilometers, laying a "pocket" to lure the enemy for the Changjin Lake encirclement and annihilation battle.

He put away the map, took a compass from a lieutenant's body, identified the direction, and then hurried away.

He wants to find our army team to receive the prisoners as soon as possible, in case there are other changes here.

The wind and snow in the night were still heavy, fluffy snowflakes were falling down one after another, but since he broke up with Qilian, he was used to such a person traveling at night.

All the way silently.

Going straight to the south for a few kilometers, I finally left the continuous steep mountains and arrived at the relatively flat and open hills.

But North Korea's "hilly plains" are still mountains.

Xu Qing climbed over a flat low hill across the ground, and suddenly, he saw more than a dozen black spots appearing on the winding North Korean road not far from the mountain.

He squinted and looked carefully.

I found that it was a long line of armored vehicles and tanks. Under the reflection of the snow, I could vaguely see that this was a team moving without any obstructions. Even the car lights were fully turned on, illuminating the road all the way. around.

The convoy slowly approached in front of him. Based on the number of armor and tanks, he roughly estimated that the team should be at least 500 people, which should belong to the size of a reinforced battalion.

Xu Qing subconsciously thought it was the US military.

But after a closer look, they found that their weapons and equipment were quite different from the Americans they had seen these days, and their military uniforms were also decorated slightly differently.

It should be the troops of other countries of the United Allied Forces.

He is not very easy to fight alone, and it is not very rational to fight hard at this time.After thinking about it, he arched his body, preparing to go around temporarily to avoid its sharp edge.

Someone suddenly made noise at the bottom of the mountain, there was a faint human voice, and then the whole convoy stopped suddenly.

Xu Qing hurriedly got down again.

Did you expose yourself?
But his clothes were all wrapped in white cloth, even when he got up and hurried on his way, he was very careful, blending perfectly with the surrounding environment.

Few of the American soldiers saw his flaws before.

But soon, there was an officer standing in the jeep in the team at the bottom of the mountain, and he shouted loudly:

"Hey, American friends on the mountain, we found you, please come down and talk!"

Xu Qing looked around carefully, he was the only naked person nearby, but this person was facing the direction he was in.

Should not be ah.

Are there drones in this day and age?Even with a telescope, at his walking speed, it was difficult to see him for a while.

The officer below quickly shouted again.

Hearing the officer's British accent, Xu Qing quickly understood that this should be a British Commonwealth team, and he looked at the American military uniform on his body.

Is this identifying himself as an American soldier who is also an Allied force?
Looking again, none of the soldiers below raised their guns, and all of them leaned on the car to watch the excitement, and he suddenly calmed down a little.

So he used his plan and replied in English:

"What is your duty, sir?"

Xu Qing was barefoot and not afraid of wearing shoes. He repeatedly pretended to sneak into the enemy's belly to fight, which greatly boosted his confidence.

He boldly climbed up from the snow, and walked slowly down the mountain, his eyes flicked over every move of these people, and he would react quickly if there was anything wrong.

"Oh, and a lad? Don't be so shy, my friend!"

Hearing Xu Qing's younger voice, the officer below laughed as he watched him walk out alone, and many soldiers in the car next to him also whistled.

As Xu Qing approached, many people looked at him curiously.Not long after they entered North Korea, Xu Qing was the first "American soldier" they saw.

There was a row of people standing in the jeep, and the young officer at the head looked at his half-covered face that looked slightly Asian: "Are you a native American, or are you from South Korea?"

"North Koreans can speak such fluent English?"

"That's American Qiuba, why are you here alone? Here, keep warm with spirits."

The officer tossed him a small jug of wine.

Xu Qing took it, but didn't drink it.

He glanced at them, and saw that these officers were all wearing serge cloth combat uniforms with wool collars, the rank of captain, and revolvers hanging from their waists.

They were wearing sunglasses at night, some were smoking pipes, and some were still drinking. They didn't look like they were going to war, but like a group of British guys going to a banquet.

Seeing that these people were defenseless and no one doubted his true identity, he became bolder and asked directly:
"Which team of your allies, and how did you find me?"

"Well, boy, you have a lot of questions! We are the Royal British Heavy Tank Battalion, and I am Captain Van Lun Fox, a Reuters military correspondent-if you were born in London, you must have heard of our name? "

The officer named Fan Lun laughed, and held up the camera on the seat of the jeep to show him, "This is my old profession. The West End Art Museum is full of moons I took for London Bridge. I was just about to take a picture of the moon scene in the Far East, but I accidentally found you in the first photo!"

"So that's how it is..." Xu Qing looked at the long-tube camera in his hand, and then understood.

I immediately wrote it down in my heart, and reminded me that at some point, a photo may really reveal my whereabouts.

"Now is it time for you to answer my question?"

Xu Qing nodded: "I am a patrol and reconnaissance member of the Eighth Regiment of the First Division of the U.S. Cavalry. I am responsible for investigating the surrounding situation and searching for supplies."

"Oh, the guy from the Amelia cavalry, I seem to have heard this name somewhere..."

Fan Lun scratched his head, and immediately there was a man dressed as a lieutenant next to him, and he said with a smile, "Isn't it the Yunshan Allied Army that was defeated by the Chinese that Major Könis mentioned yesterday?"

He remembered, turned around and asked Xu Qing in surprise, "You work for the Eighth Cavalry Regiment?"

Xu Qing shook her head: "I work for the country."

"Isn't it rumored that you have been wiped out?"

"So it's just a rumor. We still have a team of more than 200 people who have been evacuated here."

"Is that an escape? Hahahahaha..."

These English officers all laughed, but after laughing, Fan Lun, a professional reporter, thought about it and asked curiously: "Why are you defeated and defeated? Are the Chinese as terrifying as wizards?"

"Chinese?"

Xu Qing was talking nonsense, "We fought for several days. I know them very well. They don't have very strong combat effectiveness. If you meet the Chinese, you don't need tanks or even guns. You can give it a try." Stand still in the car, they will never hit you!"

"Are you kidding, my friend, so why are you being crushed?"

Xu Qing continued:
"It's not defeated, sir, haven't the Chinese already retreated? They don't want to fight against us. The north of Yunshan is our territory. General MacArthur asked us to continue to go north with the Marine Corps. Together, we will reach the bank of the Yalu River."

"Not many of them entered North Korea to fight. We fought. They just wanted to protect a few hydropower stations on the Yalu River. Without their power, factories in Northeast China would not be able to operate. You know, China is still very poor... ..."

The surrounding soldiers were all watching the excitement, and several officers also thought it made sense.

A British lieutenant with a wool beard clapped his hands together: "I knew it was so! When the Chinese became independent last year, didn't those old fellows in the House of Lords in London send greetings? Fox, you Reuters Reported, if you ask me, we shouldn't be listening to stupid politicians and sailing across the Atlantic to get here. It's just plain stupid!"

Fan Lun became interested. He took out a leather notebook on his chest, opened the cap of the pen, and said with a smile, "American friend, do you suggest that I conduct a brief interview with you?"

"of course can."

Xu Qing smiled slightly.

"What do you call you?"

"Just call me...Fields."

"Very good, my dear—Your Excellency Fields, just now I heard that you need to search for supplies?"

"We have lost the radio station, we have not been able to contact the main force for the time being, and there is no airdrop of logistical supplies, so we are temporarily searching for some reserves."

"Then your situation is not very good."

"It's actually okay. Just yesterday evening, I found a large amount of supplies in a nearby North Korean village and sent back more than 20 sweet potatoes. Everyone was very happy."

"What... melon? Can you spell it again?"

"Sweet potatoes. They're actually pineapples, and they're the size of a grenade."

"The sweet potato you just mentioned—well, that's not as big as a grenade. Is that a grenade?"

"That's the grenade."

"Mr. Fields, you really know how to joke."

"I thought you Brits liked humor like that."

"Just dozens of sweet potatoes are so satisfying, your situation is really bad."

"But they like it very much."

This Captain Van Lun of the British Army is completely different from Captain Fields of the American Army. He looks more like a reporter than an officer.

He continued to ask Xu Qing a few more questions, mostly about Americans and a few about Chinese people.

Xu Qing played freely. Once the topic of Chinese people was involved, he tried to reduce the presence of Chinese people in this war as much as possible.

And when Fan Lun asked him, what is his impression of Americans as an Asian soldier?He's talking about dedication and hospitality.

Finally, Fan Lun closed the notebook, put the pen in his pocket, and nodded with satisfaction:

"Perfect! A wonderful interview! Thank you very much, Mr. Fields, let's take a photo together. You are the first American soldier we met in North Korea, and an Asian soldier who is so fluent in English."

"Of course, my pleasure!"

Xu Qing nodded and said, "Will the interview be published? What kind of newspaper are you? I will definitely buy it."

"Reuters, I've said it too many times! Of course, you can also get reprinted on the Daily Mail, and you have this in the United States too."

Fan Lun greeted happily, and these soldiers also felt that this was a good omen, and put down the British Lee Enfield rifles in their hands one after another, and happily came to take a group photo.

Click!

Soon, with the help of the soldiers next to him, Xu Qing took off half of his mask, revealing his eyes and face. Among the smiling faces of the British, he was the only one who looked coldly at the front, the British soldiers standing on the road and the cars behind them. We took this black and white photo of a "friendly encounter" in the early morning.

(End of this chapter)