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Chapter 60 Comrade, I am the Chinese People's Volunteers!

Taking advantage of the opportunity of discovering Xu Qing, an "American soldier", the entire tank battalion also stopped for a while to repair.

After taking the photos, Xu Qing also took the opportunity to chat with several officers and soldiers.

"Here, Mr. Fields, do a good job, the Allies are proud of you!"

Captain Fan Lun greeted several British soldiers happily, and threw out blankets, canned food, and even meat that had just been heated on the stove.

"Thank you! Everyone, go all the way."

Xu Qing accepted it bluntly. He packed all these things and carried them behind his back. The entire British Tank Battalion will set off soon.

Afterwards, he stood on the side of the road, watching the British army's heavy tank battalion marching forward.He had looked at the map and remembered that the front should be heading for the depths of the Korean battlefield on the western front.

These British soldiers did not doubt his identity. He was wearing an American military uniform and spoke very fluent English. He was not the stereotyped Chinese they imagined.

After the initial teasing, now that he is leaving, many soldiers are still turning their heads and waving goodbye to him friendly.

Xu Qing watched all this with a calm expression on his face, just smiling.

But my heart has long been happy.

After the dialogue and contact just now, he also received a lot of important news about the British army, which is something that is difficult to receive unilaterally in the volunteer army.

Although they didn't ask where they were going, from the meaning between the lines of these British guys, it can be roughly judged that this is a joint allied force that has just entered the North Korean land for reinforcements.

At the same time, he has also inquired a lot of basic information such as the number, characteristics, number of tanks, artillery distribution, and walking route of the officers on the vehicle and the entire team, and he has kept them firmly in his heart.

This is also a very important information.

Until the entire convoy could no longer be seen, Xu Qing quickly climbed up the hillside and returned to the snow-capped mountains.

After this, he became more vigilant, and he had to be more cautious in his subsequent sneaking.

Because no matter how high the artificial traces are, they may be photographed by high-tech equipment, and even the U.S. and British troops will even be equipped with equipment such as night vision goggles.

Xu Qing hastened to speed up and walked forward among the snowy mountains.

At present, on the Dangkou Highway, we can meet British troops heading for the Western Front. I am afraid that our volunteer soldiers have retreated far enough to temporarily cede the battlefield and high ground in this area to us. enemy.

rustling...

As we walked forward, the sky became brighter and brighter. After about four o'clock in the morning, Xu Qing's footsteps suddenly slowed down on his own initiative.

For Americans, most of the search and inspection of the whereabouts of Chinese people is to use planes to hover at low altitudes, looking for the figures of large troops or vehicles and horses, but for the Chinese, for fighters who are used to fighting guerrillas and lurking, these are all important. not a problem.

In order not to be discovered by the enemy, the soldiers of the Volunteer Army will move forward in concealment among the mountains, forests and snow fields, bury their whereabouts, and try to minimize their own signs of activity along the way.

However, some small traces will still be left, which is unavoidable.

At this time, Xu Qing discovered these traces.

Xu Qing's eyes are very good. He found some tiny traces of artificial activities in individual snowy forests. Although it was covered by heavy snow, he had already stayed in the Seventh Company for a while and was very familiar with the usual marches of our soldiers. The habit of pulling out.

"There are remnants."

He found one or two broken rubber shoes and some feces left by war horses behind several small rocks covered by wind and snow. He lay down and smelled them, and they were still relatively fresh.

Aside from the freezing weather, the departure should not exceed two days or so.

He then proceeded to pay more attention to his surroundings along the way.

Soon, after crossing two mountains, he lay down on the cliff of a valley to rest for a while.

Suddenly, he turned his head sharply, and saw a row of shallow footprints on the snow in the canyon in the distance behind him. Although they were far away, he scanned it several times, and he was sure that it hadn't been there a few minutes ago-this is definitely A row of fresh footprints.

The snow is still falling, slowly covering the traces of its birth.

This shows that someone has just walked hundreds of meters behind him.

In such weather, only our volunteer soldiers would walk quietly in the snow like this.

"correct!"

Xu Qing immediately realized that he was still wearing an American military uniform, not a padded uniform of the Volunteer Army.

Don't be beaten for no reason by your own people.

He quickly untied his cloak and American military uniform, and took out the bullet whistle hidden in his chest.

"!..."

He put the whistle in his mouth and started to blow it slowly.

The clear whistle sound resounded among the surrounding snowy mountains.

One short and four long, combined with the change of tone, this is a way to contact our teammates and connect with secret signals.

He waited for a while, and there was no response.

But he knew he couldn't give up, so he blew again:
"~,..."

Most of what he learned from Lei Gong were some whistles and codes shared by the field army troops, which were not too difficult, and the enemy could indeed imitate them.

But there are some hidden ones that are not used much. They are often an effective way to distinguish between the enemy and us, and whether they are pretending to be spies. So he blew all the contact codes he knew.

Finally, the moment he stopped, there was a sudden response from behind the snowy ridge in the west:
"Beep beep beep..."

"It's the volunteer army!"

The whistle on the opposite side was like a nightingale in winter, like an oriole, like the wind passing through the valley, and also passing gently across his heart.

Xu Qing was a little agitated, he had been walking alone these few days, he fought in and out of the enemy camp, and all he saw were foreigners with blue eyes and yellow hair.

This time, it may really be to meet the relatives of my family again!
He immediately closed the whistle again and blew:
",..."

"Beep, beep beep beep..."

On the other side of the mountain, the same whistle sounded.

Xu Qing hurriedly stood up, he had already seen a few heads protruding from the opposite snowy ridge, and he was looking over here cautiously.

"Hey, Comrade, I'm the Volunteer Army, the Chinese People's Volunteer Army—not the Americans!"

Xu Qing shouted, trying to communicate in Chinese.

The person on the other side is also hesitating.

"Squad leader, it seems to be one of us..."

A small soldier, a correspondent, was a little happy, but also a little hesitant, looking at the people wearing American military uniforms speaking in Chinese from behind the mountain.

A square-faced middle-aged man was also lying behind the mountain, with a serious face:
"It's not completely sure yet. He's wearing American clothes. You need to make sure again, Liu Heizi, Xiaopang, you two, go around and see if there are other people in ambush!"

"Yes!"

After they made a thorough inspection and found that there were no other hidden personnel, they were slightly relieved.

Looking down, Xu Qing at the foot of the mountain had already put the gun and all the equipment on his body on the ground, turned around with his hands open, indicating that he did not have any malicious intentions, and then walked over slowly on his own initiative.

But they also did not let down their vigilance, and the communication fighters quickly raised their guns:

"Stop! Which part is yours?"

(End of this chapter)