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

Yuncheng was in an uproar.

Qiao Youzhi, who was stationed outside the city, saw Captain Evans of D Company running to the road, craning his neck to look into the city, at a loss.

Qiao Youzhi said first: "Could the troops that just passed by be disguised as enemies?"

Evans looked incredulous: "Are you sure? They are allies."

Qiao Youzhi was furious: "I can only be sure that they are speaking the Peninsula language. Besides, I am just a liaison officer, and you are the commander of this unit."

"Oh my God, I'm going to be court-martialed," Evans said in agony.

Listening to the continuous explosions and gunshots in the city.

Qiao Youzhi was also nervous, thinking that grandpa would be okay, but then he felt relieved and thought that grandpa must be okay. If he was okay, how could I be here later?

"George, do we need reinforcements?" Captain Evans of D Company was at a loss.

Qiao Youzhi wanted to remind him that his mission was to ensure the troops' retreat route, but then he changed his mind and decided to just let the foreigners do whatever they wanted.

He immediately changed his mind: "Fighting back can be considered as redemption."

Evans became excited and took his soldiers to rush towards Yuncheng.

The scouts on the way reported: "An Allied force has withdrawn."

Before the company commander Evans could speak, Qiao Youzhi yelled, "What allied forces? They are the enemy pretending to be them!"

Evans ordered the lights to be turned off, the vehicles to be shut down, and the troops to be ready.

As soon as the battle started, the commander of the 1st Han Division knew that the end of the battle would be death. Without any hesitation, he hurriedly retreated with a guard troop. He also knew that there was an American army stationed outside the city, which was relatively safe.

It was dark and silent ahead.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang.

The retreating Han army stepped on a landmine that had just been laid by the American army, which was the signal to open fire.

In the darkness, the soldiers of Company D operated various automatic weapons and poured bullets towards the opposite side.

The retreating Han army was beaten dizzy, and the deputy division commander thought it was an ambush by the Chinese army. When Bai Shanye heard the density of gunfire and artillery fire, he knew it was the American army.

He ordered a staff officer to hide behind a rock and shout in English that they were Allies and were his own people.

Bai Shanye cleverly avoided the staff officer.

Qiao Youzhi heard someone shouting in English, directing the soldiers: "Fire the bazooka over there."

The American soldiers followed orders.

The Han army staff officer was shouting hard when two rocket launchers sent him into the sky.

Bai Shanye was glad that he had anticipated this and knew that it was impossible to move forward because the Americans mistook them for the Chinese army.

This place was definitely not a place to stay for long, so he quietly took a few close followers and retreated to the vast mountains.

Before leaving, he left a message: "Damn Americans, they were scared by the Chinese and opened fire on us to vent their anger."

Not long after the withdrawal, Company D increased its firepower and the more than 300 Han soldiers who had escaped with great difficulty were killed.

When there was no sound from the battlefield, Qiao Youzhi and D Company Captain Evans came to the front surrounded by soldiers.

The Han soldiers who were not completely dead were crying out in pain, and Qiao Youzhi ordered his soldiers to shoot them again without mercy.

When some soldiers protested, Qiao Youzhi shouted, "Ask your company commander how the wounded soldiers of the Japanese army treated us."

Evans had fought in the battlefields of World War II and knew the brutality of the wounded Japanese soldiers. If you showed them the slightest kindness, they would immediately detonate grenades.

However, the people in front of him were not Japanese. Evans hesitated: "Are they the Han army?"

"My merciful captain, the Han army is the former Japanese army. Have you forgotten that the Han army's organization is still the same as that of Japan during World War II?"

As he was speaking, he stepped on the body of a Han soldier. While no one was paying attention, he bent down, pulled the ring of a grenade, and threw it at Evans' feet.

At the same time, he picked up the Han soldier's gun, rolled over, aimed it at Evans' chest, and fired a short burst of shots.

At the same time Evans was shot, the grenade under his feet exploded.

When the soldier rushed over, he had stopped breathing.

When the soldiers calmed down, Qiao Youzhi was smashing a corpse's head with the butt of his rifle.

The American soldiers were furious. They showed no mercy and ruthlessly harvested the lives of the Han soldiers who were still alive.

Kill all the Han people, and there were deafening explosions all around.

Qiao Youzhi knew that the Chinese army had launched a general offensive.

Several platoon leaders of D Company got together and discussed for a while before finding Qiao Youzhi. Qiao Youzhi currently holds the highest military rank in D Company.

"Sir, we ask for your command."

Qiao Youzhi quickly refused: "I am only a liaison officer, not a commander. I am not suitable. I cannot lead you to victory."

A platoon leader explained: "Sir, listen to the surroundings. We are surrounded. We don't want to win the battle now. We just want to save our lives."

"Are you sure I can save your lives?"

"Sir, we know that you have been on the peninsula for a long time. You must be more familiar with the route than we are. You can definitely lead us out."

Qiao Youzhi thought thoughtfully: "In fact, we have also experienced battles and suffered casualties. As long as we escape, we can go to Japan to play for half a month."

When several platoon leaders and nearby soldiers heard about going to Japan for fun, they were immediately tempted. What a pleasure it would be to go to Japan? You could lose your life at any time in a war here, so they were completely devoted to Qiao Youzhi.

"Sir, please take us out." Several platoon leaders pleaded sincerely.

"Bring me the map."

The platoon leaders quickly unfolded the map.

Qiao Youzhi pretended to look at it and said: "We think we have failed. The Eighth Regiment is in danger in the city. If we can get out, it will be a victory for the Eighth Regiment."

"We are here to preserve the honor of the Eighth Regiment."

Qiao Youzhi asked for their opinions again: "If you are sure, we will withdraw."

"Withdraw."

Qiao Youzhi slapped his head and said, "Well, let's retreat. This side is a mountain. As long as we wait until dawn, we will win. The enemy dare not come out during the day. The daytime sky belongs to us."

In the recent battle, the commander of Company D was killed and more than a dozen soldiers were slightly injured, so it can't be said that they fled in the face of the enemy.

More than a hundred people suddenly disappeared on the road and groped their way towards the mountains on both sides.

Qiao Youzhi heard from his grandfather that the biggest mistake they made in Yuncheng was that they did not search the mountains, allowing many Americans and Han people hiding in the mountains to successfully escape back.

An hour later, the American soldiers who escaped from the battlefield with Qiao Youzhi sincerely thanked Qiao Youzhi. It was fortunate that they evacuated with him, otherwise none of them could return.

The Chinese Army completed its infiltration deployment, and its two main divisions attacked Yuncheng.

The sharp knife company disguised as the Han army successfully turned Yuncheng upside down, and the only one left to fight them in the city was the 8th Cavalry Regiment.

Although the third battalion was defeated, there was still the regiment's direct team and the other two battalions.

The American ace counterattacked and the sharp knife continued to retreat.

It was already midnight, and the charge of the Chinese army could be heard all over the mountains and plains.

Colonel Pal of the 8th Cavalry Regiment received a telegram from Company D stationed outside the city: "We are in fierce fighting with a large enemy force."

This was sent by the US military communications corps after Qiao Youzhi found a place to stay in the mountains.

Colonel Pal wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Since Company D had sent a telegram, it meant that the telephone lines had been completely blown up and their retreat might be cut off. He immediately lost the courage to fight.

Order all American troops to retreat and leave Yuncheng.

The remnants of the defeated Third Battalion reorganized themselves, and Colonel Pal equipped them with three tanks as pioneers, rushing out of Yunshan to open the way for the entire regiment.

After walking just two kilometers, they ran into a regiment of the Chinese army that was surrounding them.

The two sides immediately fought.

At night, the US tanks could not find their targets and became a burden.

Under the cover of their comrades, the Chinese army soldiers approached the tank and used explosive barrels and explosive packs to blow up the tank.

The two sides approached each other so quickly that the guns lost their original effectiveness.

After a Chinese soldier ran out of bullets, he found it troublesome to reload, so he just picked up the pickaxe he used to dig fortifications and rushed into the enemy camp.

A pickaxe head hit an American soldier on the head. Even though he was wearing a helmet, the soldier was shocked and rolled his eyes, and fell down limply.

The soldier swung the pickaxe horizontally again, directly smashing the temple of another American soldier.

The soldier was covered in blood. In the flash of fire from the explosion, he collided face to face with an American soldier. He was so frightened that he took a few steps back and was tripped by a dead body. He finally got up, but his helmet fell somewhere.

The soldier rushed forward and hit him on the head with the pickaxe.

The American soldier held the top of his head with both hands, and the pickaxe head pierced through his palms and smashed open his skull.

The 3rd Battalion of the 8th Cavalry Regiment, which was leading the way, was wiped out on the