Start from Changjin Lake

Chapter 92
Perhaps these planes were too noisy. When Xu Qing and the three turned their heads and continued to investigate, after climbing over a mountain along the iron track, they suddenly found several figures standing on the top of a high ground looking at the aircraft that had just flown by. airplane.

"Shh!"

Xu Qing lowered his body and made a silent gesture.

This time they all saw it, and Ping He even nodded to Xu Qing, amazed at his current combat quality and sensitivity.

They watched carefully in the woods.

On the high ground about a few hundred meters ahead, there are two small tents sheltered from the wind, with cars parked beside them, camouflaged with simple branches.

Snow was swept away under the trees outside the tent, and a pile of firewood was burned, and there was a stove above which was cooking something, gurgling and boiling.

The men stood watching for a while, as if talking, and then sat down again, without the slightest fear that the open flame would be noticed.

Under the firelight, Xu Qing vaguely saw that they were three blue-eyed, brown-haired guys in American military uniforms, wearing scarves, cotton caps with ear protectors, winter boots and thick woolen military uniforms.

This is obviously an American soldier who has never encountered a Chinese enemy.

They looked extremely relaxed and sat down directly to warm themselves by the fire.

It seems that after seeing the plane flares falling all over the mountains and plains just now, they also believed that there were no enemies nearby, and even the steel guns in their hands were leaning against the fire, without moving.

"What is this cooking, why is it so fragrant?"

Song Weiguo muttered softly.

Xu Qing also smelled the aroma floating in the forest, it was a mellow and ripe coffee bean smell, rich and rich, it was indeed very attractive in this ice and snow world.

This is the taste he hasn't seen for a long time after modern times.

He rolled his throat slightly: "It should be coffee, something Americans use to relax and refresh themselves."

He also seized a lot along the way, but it was almost difficult to make a fire and boil water during the march, let alone have much leisure time.

"Damn it, it's like taking this place as their own home, so confident!"

Ping He: "That's why they didn't meet us."

Xu Qing and the others just watched like this.

Soon, after the coffee on the fire was cooked, an American put on gloves and picked up the iron pot with iron tongs and walked quickly to the tent, still grinning.

The others couldn't bear it any longer, and hastily surrounded the nearby barbed wire, planted a few mines around them, and then entered the tent.

"They're going back to the tent right now, there's not a single guard, could it be fraudulent?"

Pinghe and Song Weiguo looked at each other.

Xu Qing was also taken aback.

"probably not."

But after careful observation, he shook his head: "Don't expect them to be like us. They are used to enjoying the warm and enjoyable environment in their own country. The capitalist life of drinking, listening to music, and picking up girls has already corrupted them. You can expect them to work harder. ?”

"It's so unfair. With such a life, you still have to start a war and engage in aggression..."

This was the first time Song Weiguo had heard of it, and he was even more indignant.

"Human greed is unlimited, but this also gives us a chance to defeat them."

Xu Qing said by herself, feeling a little dazed in her heart.

If we all have a happy life and enjoy ourselves in the same environment as them, will we still be able to fight?Is there still the spirit of not looking back and seeing death as home?

However, his wild thoughts were quickly interrupted by Ping He:

"Wanli, are you going now?"

Xu Qing turned around and saw that Ping He was looking at him, obviously he had regarded himself as the core of the group.

He immediately let go of his thoughts and strengthened his faith.

Then he turned his head and looked at the surrounding environment: "I'll go alone. There are too many people on the high ground and the target is too big. Go around and see if there are other Americans, and then report back."

He thought for a while and then said: "Tonight we are not very lucky. We encountered an aircraft reconnaissance, and there is such a group of American soldiers of unknown origin. Let everyone be more careful!"

They discussed it, which is understandable.

Soon, the two left.

Xu Qing sneaked up along the slope of the highland. Although the vigilance of these Americans was greatly reduced, the traps were well laid out, and they were all on the necessary route. If they didn't know in advance, it was indeed difficult to detect them in this dark night.

He carefully avoided the barbed wire fence and the several minefields, approached the back end of the tent, and vaguely heard some chatter and laughter inside.

Then try to move forward again.

"...Hey, how did you get in here?"

"We put out the fire and put barbed wire and landmines around. There are no enemies in this wilderness. Tom can't stand the cold. Let him come in for warmth..."

"You clever ghost, obviously you want to come in."

"I brought you hot coffee!"

Maybe it was because there were more people, a few people huddled together in the tent for a while, and soon started to drink coffee and wine, drinking enthusiastically.

"Did you hear that guy on the radio?"

In the small tent, Xu Qing heard a soldier complaining:
"Yesterday on Thanksgiving, the officers and soldiers on the front line heard that there was an exquisitely printed menu, and everyone had a share. Bull turkey with marmalade, berry salad, fruitcake, mince pies, and coffee...I just don't understand why we're here alone in the ice and snow?"

"Tom, we're scouts."

"What's wrong with the scouts? Is there any enemy here? Our plane just flew over, and they said that there are no enemies in the mountains for hundreds of miles in this area. But those bastards in the rear want us to send a telegram every three hours, what the fuck so funny!"

"If we go back now, we can catch up with tomorrow's Christmas Eve, just imagine--the table is covered with a snow-white tablecloth, and the pink holiday candles are lit, and the bottles of whiskey and brandy are warmed. Luxurious hot baths and new uniforms, and maybe a waltz with a female soldier... Oh God! It's too bad you're going to open your eyes and look around us again!"

Hearing this, Xu Qing slowly put down the grenade and rifle that were in his hands and were ready to be launched at any time.

He heard clearly that this should be a group of scouts.

Not all Americans are as arrogant as MacArthur. The boss of these soldiers should be an officer of the Seventh Division who is about to drive north to this place, and he will collect information along the road at any time through these reconnaissance and communication soldiers.

"Let your lives go temporarily!"

He lay down and continued listening.

"God!"

"Have you taken our telephone as a telephone?"

Another soldier was curious: "How did you get so familiar with the telegraph operator on the opposite side? Every time I contacted the rear, the rough guy from the third battalion threatened to use a telephone to stuff my ass!"

"Aha, you're out of luck, my——is a white girl."

"WOW!"

There was a burst of exclamation and funny sounds from the soldiers in the tent.

"Oh, no wonder you run to the medical and support staff, hey man, teach me..."

"What's the use, if you don't have to be this hard-working investigator, I swear if I can catch a blonde girl, I will apply for retirement immediately after returning to the United States!"

"Yeah, it would be nice if General Mike wasn't in such a hurry to go north, this damn weather, at least let us spend Christmas."

"You can scold him a few more words, anyway, no one can hear..."

The topic in the tent went in an unknown direction again, and they chatted for more than ten minutes. After the soldiers warmed up after drinking, they each found their sleeping bags and took a rest.

There was a sweet snoring sound all around.

Only a few tens of meters away from the tent, Xu Qing slowly gathered up the footprints in the snow and turned back.

In the forest, Ping He had been waiting by the side for a long time.

"How about it?"

"The situation is a bit complicated, let's go back and talk about it together."

Back at Qilian's position, everyone was lurking among the mountains and forests. When they saw the two returning in snow, they all looked at them.

Xu Qing took a deep breath: "I think we're in trouble!"

(End of this chapter)