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

When the commander of the 7th Cold Division heard that a well-equipped troop was coming to reinforce him, he was so happy that he ordered the guns and ammunition stored in the city to be sent to the north gate and given to the troop, asking them to hold the city while he withdrew first. As for the American military advisory group, he could not care less and believed that their God would bless them.

The Chinese army drove into Decheng in trucks. The Chinese soldiers in the first few vehicles were all wearing helmets and Han army uniforms.

When they got closer, the Han army soldiers noticed something was wrong. The uniforms didn't seem to fit them well, but they didn't care and piled the ammunition boxes not far from the door.

The Chinese soldiers were a little confused when they saw them unloading their ammunition. It was a little late to distribute the ammunition to attack us now.

An officer of the Han Army ran over, grabbed the Huaxia Army soldier, and pointed at the ammunition: "It's yours. The commander told you to hold on. The division commander has gone to ask for reinforcements for you."

Coincidentally, the Chinese soldier didn't understand the Peninsula language, and he just fired the butt of his rifle at the Han army officer who was yelling.

The Han army officer didn't think much about the beating, simply thinking that he was angry after hearing about sticking to the mission. He covered his head and complained aggrievedly: "The order was given by the superior, not me!"

A soldier who understood Peninsular dialect rushed out, understood what he meant, and started chatting.

"Where's your commander?"

"Run away early."

"Who else is in town?"

"The US military advisory group is still here. The commander said you need to send some people to protect them."

The soldier immediately found the battalion commander to report, and the battalion commander instructed that those wearing Han Army uniforms should immediately go to the US military advisory group’s headquarters.

The beaten Han army officer enthusiastically led the way.

When they arrived at the place, the Chinese soldiers kindly confiscated the Han army's guns and let them go.

Han Jun then realized that the troops brought here were the Chinese Army, but it was too late to say anything.

The Chinese soldiers told them: "If you run on your own, you can get out. If you tell more people, we will shoot."

The officer of the Han army was so smart, he said nothing and quietly slipped away with his men. What the Huaxia army said was right, if the whole city knew about it, there would be chaos, and by then, the Huaxia army would not be able to escape even if they didn't open fire. With so many people, they would be squeezed to death, so it would be better to run away before anyone knows.

The US military advisory group had just moved to this large yard and was preparing to catch their breath before leaving.

Han Jun told them that this place was temporarily safe and a troop would come to protect them soon.

The Chinese army opened the gate of the yard. Some of the American military advisers were sitting in the yard, and some were sitting in the car, grinning and saying something.

"We are here to protect you." The Chinese soldiers could not speak English, so they had to speak Peninsular dialect.

The US military took it seriously. The people who came were holding US guns and their uniforms were also from the Han army, especially the helmets.

Those who understood the Korean Peninsula language translated it for other American military advisers, and the American military advisers' faces were filled with joy.

Seeing that more and more soldiers were coming, some US advisers discovered a problem: these people were not wearing US boots, but rubber shoes.

A company commander saw him staring at his feet and immediately understood what was going on. He raised his hands and clenched his fists. The soldiers had already occupied all sides and pointed their guns at the American military adviser.

"Don't move, we are the Chinese Army, you are our prisoners now!"

The Americans could not understand Chinese, but they understood what it meant to face a gun, so they raised their hands and squatted on the ground.

The company commander counted the prisoners of war and found more than a dozen American female soldiers.

A soldier exclaimed in amazement: "Captain, this woman's thighs are really thick, thicker than my waist. What delicious food do these Americans eat to be so white and fat?"

The company commander kicked him and his eyes fell on the American female soldier's thick thighs.

Being watched by so many people, no matter how bold the American female soldier was, she felt embarrassed and blushed.

The Chinese soldiers withdrew their gaze and retreated several meters.

The company commander was angry: "You are not afraid of gunfire and rain of bullets, but you are afraid of American women blushing. Fortunately, Americans use guns as weapons. If you use girls' faces, you will not be able to fight a fart battle."

The only person in the regiment who understood English was Director Qi. After talking for a long time, he found that the Americans could not understand his translation. It took him a long time to explain the Chinese Army's position.

Americans said they would obey as long as their safety was guaranteed.

The Chinese army agreed to this very readily and carried it out resolutely.

Within a short time, the US military adviser became Director Qi's English learning consultant and helped him correct many grammatical problems.

Only the headquarters of the US military advisory group in Germany was calm, while fighting broke out in other places.

A convoy of Chinese troops drove into the city. Even if the Han army soldiers had poor eyesight, they could tell that they were Chinese troops. Those who were more cunning dropped their guns and ran away.

Some stubborn elements hid in front of and behind houses and shot at the Chinese army. However, such ineffective resistance could not save their fate.

The leaders of the Han army in the rear did not know the news yet and were still eagerly waiting for the mighty Han army to bring news of the victory of occupying the peninsula.

The Cold Seventh Division will not report themselves either, they no longer exist.

The top brass of the Han Army and the frontline headquarters of the US Army received the news of the Han Army's demise through a piece of news broadcast by a US broadcasting company: "The Second Corps of the Great Han Army has been completely wiped out. No trace of them can be found on the battlefield of the peninsula."

Although the commander-in-chief of the Han Kingdom was angry, he was not very anxious. He was in the rear, and even if the Chinese army attacked, it would take time.

The one who went crazy was the US front-line commander, Lieutenant General Ling Wo of the Army Group. He knew better than anyone that after the Chinese army killed the Han people, they would not stop attacking the Americans.

Decheng has been lost, and we must protect Fangpingling south of Decheng. If this key point is occupied by the Chinese, the consequences will be disastrous.

During the second advance to the north, Lieutenant General Wo had no doubt that the Chinese had withdrawn. When he entered the war zone, he immediately discovered many things wrong with his keen sense of smell. He ordered the Han and American troops to retreat as soon as they smelled Chinese food.

I don’t know whether it was because the Han army or the American army’s noses were not working well, or because the Chinese army’s food was too simple and there was no smell, they didn’t smell anything.

When the Chinese army appeared, he still suspected that there was something wrong with his eyes and whether he had seen it wrong. It was not until he was shot and his body was torn to pieces by artillery shells that he was forced to admit that the people on the other side were truly Chinese.

Two divisions of the Han Army were wiped out in less than twenty-four hours, leaving a gap on Lieutenant General Wo's right wing, which was extremely dangerous.

The only reserve force left in Lieutenant General Wo's hands was the Turkish brigade, and he ordered the Turkish army to plug the gap caused by the collapse of the Han people.

A Turkish combat battalion set out in formation.

Five US military advisers went with the Turkish army, including Qiao Youzhi, a descendant of the Chinese army who traveled through time. This meant that the Turkish army's expedition would not be smooth.

The other four American non-commissioned officers were in charge of training and had never been to the front line, so they complained about the operation.

Qiao Youzhi became their backbone. Commander George had been active on the front line since the outbreak of the war. He had fought for so long without any injury. He was simply a relative of God. They firmly believed that if they listened to Commander George, they would definitely return alive.

During the march, Lieutenant Colonel Ali, commander of the Turkish combat battalion, also obtained some intelligence about the Chinese army from Qiao Youzhi.

Qiao Youzhi said without reservation: "Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, the Chinese army is good at ambushes. You must pay attention when marching. I can only describe their hiding as perfect. You can't find them at all. When you get close, they will throw grenades like crazy, and then shoot. Finally, their soldiers will rush out and resolve the battle face to face."

When Lieutenant Colonel Ali heard about the face-to-face battle, he smiled with satisfaction.