Crossing North Korea, I became a US soldier, and my opponent was my grandfather.

The American and Han armies thought that the city was safe, or at least they could hold out. As long as they held out until dawn, the powerful air force could destroy all enemies.

Yuncheng was not safe at all at this time. An elite company of the Chinese Army had arrived at the city gate.

Halfway through the battle, the Chinese Army reported the enemy in front of them to the headquarters.

The military commander was very excited: "I thought we were fighting puppet troops, but it turned out to be the US army, and a famous ace at that."

The Chief of Staff also said: "If you want to eat meat, you can gnaw on the bones. This bone is worth gnawing on!"

The commander laughed: "Ace, that's the ace to play."

At this moment, the Omidong Command sent a telegram: demanding that the American military ace be resolutely and completely eliminated.

The commander ordered: "Find a troop, not too many, to penetrate Yuncheng, and preferably sneak into it."

The task fell to Division Commander Wang, who happily called Regiment Commander Wu and said, "The Army Commander is proud of our division and asked our division to send out a unit. Division Commander, I am proud of your regiment. You must select a strong unit and resolutely complete this task."

Regimental Commander Wu was delighted and immediately called the regiment's sharp knife company to the meeting. He said to Company Commander Zhang: "The army commander is proud of our division commander, the division commander is proud of our regiment, and this regiment commander is proud of your company. Can you complete the mission?"

Captain Zhang of the Sharp Blade Company patted his chest and promised: "We will definitely complete the mission!"

The troops set out in the cover of night.

Captain Zhang had an idea. Since they were going to infiltrate, they should be bold and not hide anything, but drive towards Yuncheng openly.

"What if the enemy recognizes us?" a platoon leader expressed his concerns.

Captain Zhang asked someone to bring equipment. A few days ago, he robbed a Han Army warehouse, which was full of Han Army uniforms.

All the soldiers in the company immediately became allies of the Han Country.

The platoon leader was still worried: "We don't speak the Peninsula language."

Captain Zhang laughed and said, "Qiao Fanshe has already done some reconnaissance. There is only one troop ahead, and it is the American army. We can't speak the Peninsula language, but do the American army know how to speak it?"

The Sharp Knife Company marched with powerful steps and moved towards Yuncheng in an orderly formation.

Reconnaissance squad leader Qiao turned around and led two soldiers back from the front: "Company commander, the US army is 300 meters away. I have checked it out. They are all US troops. There is not a single Korean traitor."

Qiao Youzhi and the D Company of the 2nd Battalion of the 8th Cavalry Regiment guarded the rear route to Juren Bridge.

The American sentry shouted: "Someone is coming."

Captain Evans of D Company shouted for alert.

The sentry reported again after a while: "It's the Allied forces."

Everyone in Company D breathed a sigh of relief.

Qiao Youzhi echoed: "It may be reinforcements."

Evans was more relieved.

Sure enough, reinforcements arrived, and the leader Joe turned over and greeted the American troops enthusiastically: "Smecta." He also saluted and exchanged greetings with the American sentries on guard.

Some people also took out cigarettes and stuffed them into the hands of the American soldiers. Everything seemed so joyful.

Captain Evans of Company D and Qiao Youzhi stood on the side of the road.

Company Captain Zhang walked forward and saluted the American company commander, mumbling a few words of Korean dialect he had learned after entering the peninsula.

Evans tilted his head and looked at Qiao Youzhi. He was a liaison officer and could understand the Peninsular dialect. When he saw Qiao Youzhi nod affirmatively, he felt relieved.

Even though Qiao Youzhi couldn't understand the Peninsula dialect, he knew that Captain Zhang was swearing, but he couldn't expose it because his grandfather Qiao Fanshan was among the Chinese soldiers in front of him.

Qiao Youzhi recognized him; he looked exactly like the photo of his grandfather he saw when he was a child.

Of course he couldn't acknowledge it, nor did he dare to acknowledge it. He couldn't kneel down and kowtow and say, "I am your grandson."

I guess grandpa won’t recognize it, so I’ll have to shoot him again.

In a friendly atmosphere, the sharp knife company passed the US military inspection and went directly to Yuncheng.

During the march, Qiao turned over and muttered, "That American devil is always staring at me."

Captain Zhang joked: "You are not afraid of a gun barrel pointing at you, but you are afraid of the eyes of the Americans!"

The soldiers burst into laughter.

This heartfelt laughter also made the Han army soldiers standing guard at the gate of Yunshan let down their guard. They waved their hands and let them in.

Qiao turned over and pointed to a courtyard, whispering to Captain Zhang, "This is the headquarters of the First Division of the Han Army."

Pointing to another courtyard diagonally opposite: "The headquarters of the Third Battalion of the Eighth Regiment of the First Cavalry Division of the US Army."

Captain Zhang said in a deep voice: "Let's go after the American troops first."

The team approached the 3rd Battalion of the 1st Cavalry Division.

The American soldiers paid attention to this unit and had great respect for it. Most of the Han troops in the city were in a mess, especially when the guns were fired, they no longer looked like an army at all.

This unit is different from other Han troops. Its formation is neat and the soldiers are in good spirits. When they see the American troops, they greet them warmly and even give them cigarettes. It is obvious that they are well-trained.

Looking at the tanks of the 3rd Battalion of the 1st Cavalry Division, Joe climbed over and touched them, then gave a thumbs up to the American soldiers.

The US military happily introduced: "Pershing tank, a great industrial product."

The American soldiers in the tank also revealed half of their bodies and introduced themselves in a babble.

In the joyful atmosphere, the American soldier hugged Joe Fanshen warmly, but suddenly he felt a chill on his back as a dagger pierced his heart. The American soldier looked at Joe Fanshen in disbelief and did not close his eyes until he died.

When the soldiers of the Sharp Knife Company saw Qiao turn over and take out a knife, they were ready for battle.

The deputy company commander fired a red flare into the sky.

At the same time, two grenades were thrown into the US tank.

The American soldiers had no time to react. The Allies, who had just been warmly hugged by them, suddenly turned into demons who killed people without blinking an eye.

As the grenade exploded, the American soldiers in the tank turned into a pile of minced meat.

The tank driver behind panicked and crashed into the destroyed tank. The tank, due to inertia, crashed into a jeep, crushing three American soldiers who were about to drive away into meat paste.

The spearhead company rushed into the command post of the 3rd Battalion of the 1st Cavalry Division and fired fiercely with submachine guns.

The battalion commander and his staff in the battalion headquarters were beaten to a pulp, and their mission was over before they could issue a single order.

Two soldiers rushed into a yard and fired a volley of bullets into the air. The dozen or so American soldiers in the yard could not understand the soldiers' roars, but they knew that if they wanted to live, they had to raise their hands and surrender quickly.

The soldiers of the spearhead company would throw grenades and explosive packs when they saw equipment, and would fire a volley of bullets when they saw people.

Some American soldiers were still sleeping, and were sent to God by bayonets in their dreams.

The battle of the 3rd Battalion of the 1st Cavalry Division is about to end.

Captain Zhang jumped into a jeep, and the instructor drove the car. He put a Mi-style steel helmet on his head, rushed to the gate of the 1st Han Division, and crashed directly into it.

Two platoons gathered in the yard, ready to support the Third Battalion of the First Cavalry Division. The division commander thought about it and didn't dare to move, so he decided to stay and protect the division headquarters.

When the two platoons of Han soldiers saw the jeep rushing in, they did not recognize it was the Chinese army and thought it was the commander of the third battalion of the American army.

Caught off guard, the jeep's mounted machine gun opened fire.

Under the dense rain of bullets, dozens of Han army soldiers were reduced to ashes in an instant.

The rest were so frightened that they lay on the ground with weak legs and did not move. Those who could still run ran away.

Division Commander Bai received the following report: "The enemy has entered the division headquarters." He made a prompt decision without hesitation: "Retreat!"

Yuncheng was turned upside down by the sharp knife.

The 8th Cavalry Regiment of the US Army came to its senses and organized its forces to surround the Sharp Knife Company, determined to destroy it and avenge the 3rd Battalion.

Captain Zhang shouted to his soldiers: "Comrades, we have completed the mission. Even if all the glory lies here, it is worth it. The whole army has already attacked."