Siheyuan, don't yell at me

The French and Italians were indeed qualified prisoners of war.

Not only did they send telegrams to the US military every day asking for supplies, but they also asked for South Korean soldiers every once in a while.

Most of these supplies were seized by He Daqing.

Even the South Korean soldiers who were about to arrive became He Daqing's prisoners as soon as they entered the camp with confused faces.

As the ceasefire negotiations progressed, both sides tacitly stopped large-scale fighting.

On the main battlefield, there are small-scale battles fought in battalion and company units.

The 50th Army where He Daqing was located mainly focused on military confrontation.

Both sides were digging trenches, building fortifications, and training new soldiers.

He Daqing is not a battle maniac. He has food and drink, and he lives a simple life, which is actually quite good.

It was a hot summer day and He Daqing was taking a nap under a tree.

He Chunlai ran towards He Daqing happily with two letters in his hand.

"Uncle He, Uncle He, there is a letter for you."

He Daqing rubbed his sleepy eyes and couldn't stop smiling.

I took the letter and took a quick look at it.

One of the letters was from Qin Huairu, and should have been written by Yan Bugui.

The other letter was actually from He Yushui, and the handwriting was crooked.

He Daqing opened the envelope and read it carefully.

I wrote the letter in June and it is already July now. It took a full two months to receive it.

He Daqing read the gossip word by word without missing a single one.

"Everything is fine at home. The little one in my belly is very naughty and keeps kicking around."

Just one simple sentence made He Daqing's eyes sore.

He Yushui's letter seems to be quite thought-provoking.

Many characters are homophones, and if you don’t know the name, just use a circle instead.

After looking at it for a long time, I still couldn't figure out what it was.

He solemnly put the two letters back into the envelope and happily put them in his arms.

Compared with other comrades, He Daqing is undoubtedly the luckiest one.

I was mobilized to the steel rolling mill as a technician, and the steel rolling mill also paid me a salary.

With this salary, the family's life is secured.

The other soldiers didn't receive any wages at all.

Perhaps the only benefit they receive is that during the busy farming season, the villagers will help their families, but they still have to pay the public grain.

Even so, many soldiers wrote letters asking their families to pay more grain taxes so that they could do their bit for the great motherland.

Sometimes, even a selfish scoundrel like He Daqing was moved by it.

Despite the lack of food and clothing, most of the time, fried noodles were eaten with wild vegetables.

The skinny soldiers were extremely energetic and their backs were straight.

This is an age of faith, with red flags flying high.

He Daqing felt that it was all worth it.

self-mumbling:

“Thinking back to those days, when the city of Beijing fell and the Japanese invaders slaughtered us, people lived worse than dogs.

Those devils are just beasts. They forced me to cook and didn’t even give me a penny.

If you make them unhappy, they will either beat you or scold you, and some people may even lose their lives..."

He Chunlai seemed to have heard something extraordinary.

"what?

Uncle He?

Have you ever cooked for the devils?"

He Daqing rested his head on his arm, leaned against the tree, and said softly:

"It's not that I'm spineless and I'm willing to cook for the devils.

The entire city of Beijing, no matter what industry or profession, is involved with the Japanese.

For example, aren’t the workers working in factories controlled by the Japanese?

If we really want to investigate, more than half of the people in Beijing have worked for the Japanese.

In our street, almost every household works in the steel rolling mill. Didn't the Japanese use the parts produced by the steel rolling mill to make weapons?

If I don't cook for the Japanese, will they starve to death?

Are they willing to work for the Japanese? If they don't work, their families will starve to death.

Silly Chun, you are from the Northeast, in a remote village.

The area is vast and sparsely populated, and the Japanese have not suffered much harm. It is easy to shout slogans, but you never know what kind of beastly things the Japanese can do.

For example, right now, I, your uncle He, did not volunteer to join the army.

But when I got here, did I ever get scared? Did I ever complain...”

"Uncle He, when do you think we will win?"

"Not far away, probably next year."

"Ah? So fast? No way?"

"Haha, who knows.

Anyway, whether to fight or not is not up to us, just obey orders.

Silly Chun, what are your plans after the war?

Stay in the army, or?"

"Hey, I plan to retire from the army and go home to marry a wife..."

"Ding~"

"Consume one million resentment points, the system upgrade is successful, the system mall is open, and you can buy goods from the future market."

The long-lost system prompt sound startled He Daqing.

At a glance, the original resentment points of more than two million are now only more than half left.

Damn it, what the hell is this system upgrade? Did I agree to it?

My resentment points didn’t come from the wind.

When I was at the headquarters, I was closer to the captives who had eaten lychees, and I received a lot of resentment points.

Now that the distance is so far, the resentment points received are only in the single digits.

There was also the resentment points of a few tenths of a point from all over the world because of the fact that he had killed Lieutenant General Walker.

Fortunately, the quantity is sufficient, and I can barely get 10,000 or 20,000 points a day.

Unexpectedly, the resentment points that I had been holding back for half a year were almost taken away by the system in just one day.

I'm angry, but it's useless.

You wouldn't end up chewing your own lychees, would you?

The products in the future market are refreshed every day. Now there is only one product, the Magic Pill.

One hundred thousand resentment points, buy it quickly.

There were still one million resentment points left, and He Daqing didn't even think about it and immediately drew a void treasure chest.

"Ding~"

"Grandmaster-level boxing, Wing Chun..."

The leisurely days passed and autumn came in the blink of an eye.

The soldiers began to collect firewood and stockpile various supplies for the winter.

The 50th Army was busy stockpiling supplies, while on the main battlefield, the Battle of Shangganling officially began.

The U.S. military mobilized more than 300 heavy artillery pieces, more than 100 tanks, and 3000 aircraft to bombard the Shangganling position.

During more than an hour of intensive artillery bombardment, the US coalition forces dropped about 190 million rounds of ammunition on the Shangganling position.

More than 5000 bombs shaved off two meters of the entire mountain, and the loose soil and rubble on the ground accumulated to a thickness of 30 centimeters.

The Shangganling position changed hands many times, and both sides subsequently continued to increase troops and heavy weapons to the Shangganling area.

The entire Shangganling became a meat grinder.

At this time, He Daqing's mind was full of thoughts about whether Qin Huairu and Liu Lan had given birth to a big fat boy for him.

A conscription order appeared again in the 168th Regiment.

He Daqing didn't even have time to think about it before he got on the truck heading to Shangganling.

The Shangganling position is not short of fearless and iron-blooded soldiers, but what it lacks now are people who can deliver supplies.

Delivering a basket of apples or a dozen pots of water would be considered a second-class merit.