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Chapter 76 The Man on the Snow Mountain Returns!
"The autumn wind blows, the autumn wind is cool, and the national soldiers go to the battlefield..."

On the rolling snow-capped land, there are seven or eight camouflaged cars moving fast on the winding road in the night.

In the car, Xu Qing was sitting among the soldiers.

This place is not as comfortable as the car of the later generations, but twenty or thirty soldiers are crowded in the same corner space, you stick to me, I stick to you, at most the gun is used as a dividing line to avoid accidental injury.

Xu Qing listened to the driver's master singing Sichuan folk songs loudly. Sitting next to him was Song Weiguo who was dozing off. He touched the leather boots and two huge apples in his backpack, and his thoughts drifted back to two days ago... …

It's hard for him to express how much the chiefs value him. Every compliment and every word of praise is a great affirmation of him. And late that night, Mr. Peng even called him in the room and had a long talk all night.

They talked for a long time, and the old chief was very kind to him. The relationship between the two of them was not like that of superiors and subordinates, but more like the concern of elders for younger generations. Xu Qing shared what he had seen and heard along the way, including many All the intelligence information collected was spoken out one by one.

He said all he had to say.

Until late at night, he also felt that something was wrong. The boss's personal secretary came twice, urging the chief to go to sleep and rest as soon as possible.

In the end, Mr. Peng told him: "I will give you two choices. One is to stay here and become a member of the guard group first, which will be reused later; the other is to return to your team and participate in the next battle."

"I am willing to be a sharp blade that stabs the enemy and continue to fight!"

Xu Qing replied without hesitation on the spot.

"Good, good, good!"

Mr. Peng patted him on the shoulder and said three times happily.

The next day, he was immediately arranged to join a railway corps team that was rushing to make repairs near the Eastern Front, and set off on the road together.

From the direction of Dayu Cave to the east, you have to pass through the Langlin Mountains, and the straight-line distance is as many as hundreds of kilometers. It will take a long time to go on foot alone.

Now, car travel is many times faster, and they have traveled half of the distance in just two days, and they will arrive soon.

These soldiers were the First Division of the Railway Corps, and he was followed by two support companies.

Xu Qing was also chatting with them.

He asked, "When did you come here?"

"No. [-]! The east team has already repaired the Manpu Railway. We are repairing the Yalu River Bridge. However, the bombing has increased recently. Just after repairing a little bit, it was blown up..."

A soldier shook his head, sighing.

"Hey, it's blown up, it's blown up, it's blown up, what's the matter, we've wasted a lot of supplies."

"Who says it's not? This American, taking advantage of the sky, keeps cutting off our retreat!"

"That is, it is clear that China did not participate in the war, but it is terribly afraid, and has been making small moves in the rear."

These soldiers came from all over the world, with all kinds of accents, and Xu Qing also felt a sense of kindness when he heard them.

He smiled and said, "When we have airplanes in the future, we don't have to be afraid of them."

"Yeah, didn't you say that the big brother of the Soviet Union will help us? Why didn't I see it, they have so many planes..."

"It can't be shipped all at once, and there must be difficulties beyond our imagination." Xu Qing shook his head.

"Difficulties... What kind of difficulties are there, as difficult as ours? We don't have planes, we die, and we are often killed by it."

An older soldier straightened his hat, took a breath and nodded slowly: "Yes, I heard that when several teams entered North Korea, their feet were frozen and they couldn't walk a step. Then the plane Come on, just use machine guns to shoot, those Americans have bad intentions, if one is not killed, they are all half-breathed, and many people in a company will die of pain, and they will almost spend it on it!"

Everyone listened, and there was a silence in their hearts.

The atmosphere in the carriage suddenly became a little depressed.

After a while.

The driver master said: "You guys set up a dragon gate array and make some interesting topics!"

"Yeah, the road is so boring!"

"Sing a song?"

"Stop! Master, stop singing. You have already sang all the way to making cotton clothes. I heard you singing in my dream last night!"

There was a roar of laughter in the car pocket: "Hahahahaha..."

"What's the matter with making cotton clothes? Cold clothes, cold clothes, and upper clothes for soldiers, this is the fine and simple tradition of our Sichuan army!" The driver turned his head and said rather unconvinced.

"Hey, look at the car, your accent...could it be from Sichuan?"

"No, I'm from Hubei."

"Then what are you talking about—"

"Hahahahaha!"

All the soldiers laughed.

"I'll have one, I'll have one!"

Immediately a soldier volunteered, cleared his throat and sang:

"I am a soldier, from the common people!
Defeated the Japanese dog robbers and wiped out the Jiang bandit army

The Revolutionary War tested me and I stood firmer
Hey hey hey!The barrel of the gun is held tightly, and the eyes can see clearly!
Whoever dares to launch a war will resolutely fight it without mercy..."

"Good! Good singing!"

The soldiers applauded regardless of whether they were there or not.

The master car driver yelled unwillingly: "What's the matter, I see, this word has to be changed again, your song is also out of date!"

"Then master, what do you think should be sung?"

"Winter song!"

"What is the song of cold clothes?"

If a soldier doesn't understand, just ask.

"Stupid you, that's what he just sang about making cotton coats! Hahaha——"

Xu Qing was wearing a military uniform like soldiers, with a white cloak outside, sitting in the carriage with a gun in his hand, looking into the distance.

The car sped forward among the snowy mountains in the wilderness, passed through Beizhen, Yuexichuan, and roared across the Gaima Plateau.The Qingchuan River along the way was as dark as water at night. It was once the place where troops fought fiercely with Syngman Rhee's puppet army. The smoke of the fierce battle has receded, and a new battlefield awaits in the near future.

"The autumn wind blows, the autumn wind is cool, and the national soldiers go to the battlefield..."

"A good iron should be a soldier, a good man should be a soldier, protect his hometown, and kill the enemy..."

The night outside the car fell backwards, and what he heard in his ears was still the driver's master's still heroic cold clothes singing, and the soldiers of the railway soldiers sat beside him.

So, people from afar, what is going on now?
.........

Eight hundred miles of snow-capped mountains.

"Hurry up, we must be in place before the appointed date!"

Looking down from a high altitude and slowly drawing closer, if Xu Qing could see it, it was a person he was very familiar with and missed very much, standing between the mountains and shouting to the team behind.

Wu Qianli waved his hands expressionlessly: "Hurry up, hurry up!"

"Yes!"

Only after the soldiers in the row in front had passed the hillside did Qianli lift up his stopped footsteps and continue to move forward.

But after a while, he suddenly heard people from the Seventh Company discussing in low voices.

He turned around: "What's wrong?"

A soldier was encouraged, and stood up with a stiff neck: "Report to the company commander, I heard that our seventh company has assigned a sharpshooter to come over? Is it true?"

"Really or not, what else is going on?"

"Yeah, doesn't that mean we can't do Qilian?"

Qianli frowned: "Who are you listening to nonsense?"

"What Yu Congrong said..."

With a calm face, Qianli turned his head sideways while walking to look for someone:
"Yu Congrong, Yu Congrong—come here!"

"Hey! Come on!"

Under the moonlight, Yu Congrong was carrying a radio box on his back, and was listening to the earphones while extending the antenna.

This was a radio station seized by the South Korean team they met on the road. Yu Congrong had learned a little bit of translation, and he was so precious that he carried it all the way.

Seeing his appearance, Qianli immediately pulled him over:
"Who told you to turn on the radio privately?"

"Didn't the company commander ask you to search our army's signal frequency band at noon and midnight every day, and now it's time..." Yu Congrong looked aggrieved.

"That's why you can't tell people everywhere. Some radio station information must be kept secret!" Qianli thought for a while, staring at him and said, "No more radio stations are allowed without my order. Keep the radio silent. It's not an example. And... just two The platoon said you received a message from your superiors?"

"Correct!"

Yu Congrong immediately cheered up, "The headquarters sent a telegram saying that a sharpshooter will be transferred to our company in the near future, so we must cooperate and form a sniper team for him!"

Seeing Qianli's unmoved expression, he quickly explained: "The company commander is not talking nonsense. I was also wondering. I searched and reconfirmed several times."

"Why would you suddenly send someone here?" Lei Gong passed by them, and he heard the voice and came over.

"I didn't quite believe it at first, and thought I had heard it wrong, but I replied again, and it was still said so on the radio."

Qianli asked: "Did you tell me your name and position? Which army came here?"

Yu Congrong shook his head: "No, nothing."

"When will it arrive?"

"It said it would be here soon."

"That's weird. I've been a soldier for so many years, and I've never seen someone temporarily transferred during the march..."

Lei Gong smashed the cigarette holder, which is also a bit puzzling.

Yu Congrong was so convinced that he turned off the radio: "Really! I don't know what's wrong with it. This is looking down on our Seventh Company. Doesn't our Seventh Company have a sharpshooter? Pinghe—that's called a hundred shots. Even if I Cong Rong is not afraid, there are still thousands of miles..."

Both Qianli and Lei Gong looked up at him.

He suddenly came back to his senses, consciously lost his words, and lowered his tone: "It would be even better if Wanli was here, why would you want someone else's sharpshooter..."

Thousands of miles of silence.

Lei Gong was furious, and slapped him on the head: "I'm calling you a slap, I'm calling you a slap!"

"Yes, yes, I owe you, I admit my mistake..."

The stubborn Yu Congrong didn't make any excuses this time, and was honestly beaten.

Qianli pursed his lips, waved his hands and said, "Don't hit Lei Gong, it's no big deal... Going to the battlefield, people will die."

He glanced at the marching team: "The higher-ups want to send people over, so we will continue. Our Seventh Company resolutely obeys the orders of the superiors. When the time comes, Yu Congrong, Pinghe, you guys... will just form a sniper team. Do you understand?"

"understand!"

"Keep going, speed up!"

"Yes!"

The soldiers of the Seventh Company didn't dare to speak loudly, but they just stepped up their steps a little faster.

Qianli looked up at the moon, the moon was cold and yellow, and his heart was not as peaceful as it appeared on the surface.

He didn't know that the person left on the snow mountain would return soon.

(End of this chapter)