Siheyuan, don't yell at me

At the headquarters, in an open space, He Daqing was busy stir-frying a large pot of fried noodles.

When the prisoners were escorted over, they immediately received attention from their superiors, and He Daqing was even received in person by the supreme commander.

He Daqing, who was left at the command center on standby, had nothing to do, so he went back to his old job.

While chatting with others, He Daqing gained some new insights into the war situation. It was obvious that the superiors were tending to ease the war.

The war consumed the country's national strength so severely that people across the country lived frugally and sent everything they could save to the front line.

The soldiers on the front line also suffered heavy casualties.

Fighting on a small scale can still give you some advantages.

In large-scale combat, there was a serious shortage of heavy firepower, and they relied entirely on their unwillingness to admit defeat to fight the American soldiers to their death.

The Soviet big brother only said nice things, but he made a lot of small moves behind the scenes, with the purpose of making China consume the national strength of the Americans.

Moreover, China had a slight surplus of troops, and without waiting for the Americans to be defeated, the Russians resorted to trickery and tampered with the logistical combat supplies.

The situation in the United States is more complicated.

The huge casualties led to a surge in anti-war momentum in the country, but the face of being a superpower forced them to grit their teeth and hold on.

Doves and hawks take turns to be the boss, causing the negotiations to go back and forth. What is said today may be denied tomorrow.

Anyway, the Americans will not recognize anything unless it is written in black and white.

Even if there is, it was signed by someone else and has nothing to do with him. He is just playing dirty and always uses the threat of nuclear weapons as a bargaining chip.

Naturally, China also has concerns in this regard.

Although the Russians say they provide nuclear protection, it is just talk. Only God knows whether it is reliable or not.

This time, catching these big fish gave us more bargaining chips.

As a veteran, He Daqing naturally knew that the two parties in the negotiation were not just China and the United States.

If the Russians do not agree to a ceasefire, the war will continue.

Fortunately, Stalin will die suddenly in March next year.

As for the cerebral hemorrhage, He Daqing didn't believe it anyway. It was most likely that he was assassinated.

The newly appointed Khrushchev did not have the same reputation as Stalin in the red world.

If we want to gain a firm foothold, we must win the support of China.

After all, China fought this battle so beautifully and completely established its foothold in the world.

If the Russians were to take on the UN forces on their own, they might not be able to do better than China.

Since a ceasefire would be reached sooner or later, He Daqing had come to terms with it. He knew that he would definitely win a special merit award.

If I return to the old city, even if I am not doing well, I can at least get a job as a cadre.

With his connections in the military, He Daqing didn't believe that the person who committed the secret attack would dare to be so blatant.

When I, He Daqing, find out who harmed grandpa, I will make him pay the price.

As the war stabilized, the general command finally had some free time, and planned to hold a model conference to reward and award medals to the combat heroes.

The conference was held as scheduled. The combat heroes, with high spirits and valiant spirit, went on stage to receive medals personally awarded by the commander.

The announcer sang the stories of the heroes passionately. The scene was filled with colorful flags and a warm atmosphere. Everyone cheered like a tsunami for the fighting heroes, and their palms were numb from clapping.

Now there are not only Chinese soldiers, but also reporters from various TV stations, newspapers, and even many blond-haired and blue-eyed foreign reporters.

As He Daqing had killed Lieutenant General Walker and captured three American division commanders alive, he naturally made his final appearance.

He Daqing walked towards the center of the podium with his head held high and his chest puffed out, his ugly face breaking into a smile.

My ancestors, you never thought that I, He Daqing, would have such a glorious day.

The commander shook hands with He Daqing with a smile, patted He Daqing on the shoulder, and praised him several times.

"He Daqing, I've heard of you a long time ago.

A lone hero, he went deep into the enemy camp, killed the general and captured the leader, he was both brave and resourceful.

Very good, this is what we soldiers should do!"

This slap almost broke He Daqing's bones, and he quickly became humble.

“I am not a hero, I am just learning from the pioneers.

Speaking of heroes, all of us volunteers are heroes.

As soon as I thought about it, I had my comrades behind me to support me, so I was not afraid of life or death, and I would be successful in everything I did..."

The commander nodded with satisfaction and personally presented the medal to He Daqing.

He Daqing's mouth was crooked with smile. There were more than a dozen medals on the red wooden tray.

He Daqing could recognize such titles as "First-Class Combat Hero", "First-Class Model", "Special Meritorious Service", and "National Flag Medal".

There were also many that He Daqing could not recognize, and even several Northern Korean medals.

As a first-class combat hero and a special meritorious contributor, He Daqing naturally had an opportunity to speak.

Holding the big microphone, he was ready to say a few words happily.

Unexpectedly, the Taiwanese reporters were very considerate and raised their hands to ask questions.

He Daqing suddenly became very proud. He naturally did not miss the opportunity to show off. He reached out and pointed at a blond and blue-eyed foreigner.

"Reporter, if you have any questions, feel free to ask."

The foreign reporter nodded politely to He Daqing, took out a thick stack of black-and-white photos from his backpack and started distributing them.

"Everyone, look here. This is the heroic figure of He Daqing fighting on the battlefield..."

The photos were distributed and those who received them couldn't help but widen their eyes.

Many people were whispering to each other and discussing in low voices.

Even the officers on the stand received the photo and their faces turned grim.

An officer threw a photo at He Daqing's face with hatred.

When He Daqing took a look at the photo, he saw an ugly man with a flat face and a naked body.

With a smile on his face, he held a blonde foreign girl in each of his left and right hands.

The foreign reporter smiled exaggeratedly and asked loudly:

"He Daqing, what is your relationship with the two women in the photo?

Does this count as a violation of your military discipline..."

He Daqing's brain suddenly short-circuited and started buzzing.

"I, I'm learning English..."

Several Chinese reporters immediately started to use their imagination.

"Learn English? I think you are a spy for the Yankees."

"Those prisoners were most likely deliberately abandoned by the Americans in a political struggle to paralyze us."

"That's right, that's right. They must have no good intentions after taking America's sugar-coated bullet..."

He Daqing flipped through several photos and found that none of them were particularly daring. At least the two foreign girls were wearing clothes. Only then did he come to his senses.

“The two women in the photo are war correspondents.

I always keep in mind the military discipline, treat prisoners well, treat prisoners kindly, and meet their reasonable demands.

What's more, they are war correspondents, not military personnel.

When they saw me hit and kill Lieutenant General Walker, they asked to take a photo with me. Is this request too much?

Comrades, those who believe in me will naturally believe in me, and those who do not believe in me, no matter how much I say, it will be pale and powerless.

The ancients expressed their aspirations through poetry. Today, I, He Daqing, express my aspirations through songs.

Please listen to my song of loyalty to the country.

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Even though I have foreign girls hanging on my body, my heart is still loyal to my country.

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Yangtze River Great Wall Huangshan Yellow River

It weighs a thousand pounds in my heart..."