Siheyuan, don't yell at me

At night, He Daqing rushed to the Shangganling position with a large basket of water bottles on his back.

At this time, it was no longer possible to distinguish between friend and foe at the Shangganling position.

Comrades and enemies were scattered in every trench or tunnel.

When you go over there with your water bottle on your back, most of the time you will be greeted by your comrades, or perhaps the black muzzle of a gun.

But all this is not a problem for He Daqing.

When he met his comrades, He Daqing brought them water and food.

After delivering it, you have to ask your comrades to report their numbers and names and sign and seal their names.

This meritorious service cannot be taken lightly.

If he spotted the Americans, He Daqing would immediately transform into a humanoid beast.

The shouts of Wing Chun were heard at night.

With a "cry" sound, the American's skull was shattered.

With a "crack", he stepped on the American's cervical vertebrae and broke them.

With a "crack", he smashed the American's red nose.

With a "puff", he kneeled the American's little lychee.

The sounds of “puff, puff, puff” are all the sadness of broken eggs.

While destroying the Yankees, they also replenished supplies for their comrades.

In one night, He Daqing was awarded second-class merit more than a dozen times.

He Daqing's paper and pen remember it clearly, he has no choice but to believe it.

Life is as fragile as grass. The smoke of war at Shangganling lasted for forty-three days.

Perhaps it was the colder weather that gave the American soldiers an excuse to cease fighting.

The Americans finally withdrew, and the volunteers held their positions and achieved ultimate victory.

Although the snow was falling heavily, the soldiers at the Volunteer Army Headquarters were filled with excitement.

As the Soviet Union gained a significant advantage on the ground battlefield, it increased its logistical assistance in order to win over China.

At least on the soldiers' tables, there was not only fried noodles, but compressed biscuits also became a common food, and they could occasionally eat fresh fruits and vegetables.

Everything is moving in the right direction.

The soldiers' spirits became increasingly high.

At this celebration banquet, He Daqing learned his lesson and poured the wine into the space when others toasted him.

When he is not drunk, He Daqing can still speak like a normal person.

With the arrival of several letters from home, this year has been filled with more joy.

Qin Huairu gave birth to a big fat boy for He Daqing, with a penis.

He Daqing prepared a sumptuous table of wine and food and worshipped his ancestors, praying that his ancestors had appeared in the afterlife and that the He family had successors.

He wrote back to the previous letter with great enthusiasm, and gave his own son a name, He Shengjun.

As for why the word "rain" is not included, it was the word "rain" that his late wife requested.

The son Qin Huairu gave birth to now naturally cannot have anything to do with the word "rain".

Liu Lan also gave birth to a big fat boy.

He Daqing also wrote back a letter. In order to avoid suspicion, the child was named Liu Shengli, following his mother's name.

The time finally came, March 1953, 3.

When the news of Stalin's sudden death spread, the last obstacle to a ceasefire between China and the United States disappeared.

The Soviet Union no longer had the energy to hinder the armistice negotiations between China and the United States.

At this time, South Korea's supreme commander, Syngman Rhee, jumped out and said that he did not agree to a ceasefire.

South Korea had trained more than 100,000 Korean soldiers in Japan, who had already returned and were preparing to show their prowess on the battlefield. Syngman Rhee became inflated.

Due to Syngman Rhee's mischief, the ceasefire negotiations were once again at a stalemate.

On the evening of July 1953, 7, 13 artillery pieces of the Volunteer Army fired at the same time, and shells rained down on Bangzi’s positions.

In just ten days, more than 5 Koreans died.

Lee Seung-man was so frightened that he never dared to do anything naughty again.

The armistice agreement was finally signed and the dust settled.

He Daqing originally thought that the 50th Army would withdraw and return home, and he could retire and return home.

Unexpectedly, the poor 50th Army was left behind to help North Korea resume production and construction.

Before He Daqing could speak, Lao Li went to find He Daqing.

"He Daqing, go, quickly prepare a table.

There is something good coming to you."

He Daqing was obviously not thinking about anything. He held a grass root in his mouth, leaned against the shade of a tree, and looked in the direction of Sijiu City.

"What good news? Are you going to give me another commendation and medal?

That thing is not worth money, I don't need it, I'll give it to you."

Old Li pretended to kick He Daqing.

"I want to promote you and give you a promotion."

He Daqing didn't bother to even look at Captain Li.

Damn it, if you hadn't insisted on giving me a commendation and making me the squad leader, why would I, He Daqing, do this?

Why is this so?

I have to stay in North Korea and farm for the North Koreans. It makes me angry just thinking about it.

Seeing that He Daqing didn't move, Old Li turned around and pretended to leave.

“Hey, I heard someone wants to quit his job and return home.

With good intentions, they planned to promote him to be a battalion commander first, so that he could have a higher rank when he returned from civilian work.

Come on, come on, my good intentions have gone to waste..."

He Daqing leaped forward and hugged Captain Li's thigh.

"Old Li, no, Captain Li.

My cooking skills have improved a lot recently. My cooking skills have improved a lot.

Come in, come in, have some hot tea first, I will show you my cooking skills..."

At the dinner table, after three rounds of drinks, Lao Li became happy and started chatting with He Daqing.

"He Daqing, in the blink of an eye, it's been almost two years.

I was right about you. You have really earned a lot of face for our 168th Regiment.

Well done, I, Lao Li, toast to you...

Do you still remember your conscription order?"

He Daqing was a little tipsy.

"Remember, remember, what's wrong?

Someone wants to hurt me, right?"

"Good boy, it seems that you are smarter than I thought, so I feel relieved.

I heard that you are doing well in the headquarters.

There are many cadres who have transferred back to civilian jobs, so remember to keep in touch with them.

There is a sense of comradeship, so the person who is plotting against you will have some reservations..."

He Daqing felt warmed when he heard this.

"I understand, Commander.

I, He Daqing, admire you for what you do.

If China has to go to war in the future, I, He Daqing, will still be your soldier.

Captain, I want to toast you and thank you for taking care of me over the past two years."

Old Li was also straightforward and drank it all in one gulp.

"Okay, drink it up."

He Daqing started drinking and raised his glass again.

"Lao Li, I'll toast you another glass..."

Old Li waved his hand.

"I'll take my time and eat some food first..."

He Daqing felt humiliated, his face turned red and his neck tilted.

"Old Li, you don't want to give face to me, He Daqing, right?

Pick up the bowl, I ask you to pick up the bowl."

Old Li slammed the table and cursed loudly:

"He Daqing, you are so rebellious, how dare you talk to this leader like that?

Ouch~

Liu Dabiao, Xie Baoqing, are they both dead?

Hit him, hit him..."

He Daqing pulled Lao Li's arm.

"Scream, scream, even if you scream your throat out, no one will dare to rescue you.

I'll ask you again, do you want to drink this wine or not?"

"I'm convinced. I drink. I drink..."