Refuse to join the Wansui Army, I will build an ace division

"Hey, that's interesting!"

After hearing this, everyone burst into laughter.

"Okay, take them down!"

Wang Changhe had people settle the prisoners, and then said to everyone: "Our superiors ordered us to make temporary adjustments in Wenjing and wait for the comrades from the 38th and 39th Armies..."

Before he could finish his words, he saw Huang Demao walking towards him angrily.

"Captain, what happened?!"

everyone asked.

"Fuck it! While we were fighting, the 7th Regiment of the 6th Division of South Korea actually sneaked into the Yalu River!"

Wong Tak-mao's face turned livid.

"what?!"

Everyone was horrified. Could it be possible that the enemy could enter Northeast China at any time?

"Damn, these bastards!"

Wang Changhe clenched his fists and cursed through gritted teeth.

"Zhisi ordered my division to rush to Chushan and wipe out these bastards!"

Huang Demao's voice was not loud, but it was full of determination. "The division commander has ordered that our regiment, as the advance regiment, must arrive ahead of the enemy before they retreat!"

"Even if I die, I must rush to Chushan!"

"Yes!"

The soldiers roared in unison, with great determination.

Anger was written all over their faces, and the murderous intent in their eyes almost filled the entire forest.

The reason why the volunteer army went abroad to fight was to keep the war out of the country.

But now, South Korean troops have reached the Yalu River.

Once the other party launches an attack, all the efforts of the boss and his men will be wasted.

The efforts of more than 200,000 volunteers will be in vain.

Therefore, they would never allow this to happen.

Huang Demao looked at Liu Dacheng, "I have already told Chu Chuanyu that your platoon will follow the 353rd Regiment in this battle!"

"Yes!"

Liu Dacheng saluted.

Soon, the news that the 7th Regiment of the 6th Division of South Korea had invaded the Yalu River spread throughout the Volunteer Army.

For a moment, the soldiers were furious and vowed to wipe out this "mad dog army".

The boss slammed the table and gave Deng Yue a death order, "Kill all these mad dogs!"

Deng Yue was young and hot-tempered, and he was so angry that he gritted his teeth.

He ordered the 118th Division to capture the Seventh Regiment of the Sixth Division of South Korea at all costs, leaving no one alive!

Perhaps feeling the Volunteer Army's tremendous anger, Fleming, who was trapped in Chushan, was jumping up and down in a hurry and restless.

He ordered the soldiers of the Seventh Regiment of the Sixth Division of Han to retreat from Chu Mountain and defend the ancient city.

In the following days, the only thing Fleming could do every day was to look up at the sky.

“God, please let the supplies arrive soon!”

Fleming folded his hands and prayed continuously.

at the same time.

Just when Fleming was eagerly looking forward to the early arrival of the US military.

The 353rd Regiment, as the advance regiment, was rushing towards Chushan.

North Korea's terrain is mostly mountainous, and transportation is very inconvenient, which brought great difficulties to their progress.

The entire 353rd Regiment worked together as one and rose to the challenge.

But when they were preparing to cross the Beiling Mountain, which is 2000 meters above sea level, the first heavy snow of the Korean winter arrived unexpectedly.

"Hoohoo!"

The fierce wind raged like a steel knife, scraping everyone's faces mercilessly.

There was endless snow falling from the sky, so heavy that it almost covered the entire Beiling Mountain.

Even so, the 118th Division did not slow down.

Because the mountain was steep and the road was slippery, the soldiers kept falling and getting up, climbing up step by step with difficulty.

Even in the freezing weather of more than ten degrees below zero, their cotton coats were soon soaked with sweat.

Coupled with the biting cold wind, many volunteer soldiers fell ill.

What was even more fatal was that due to transportation difficulties and lack of supplies from the rear, the soldiers of the 118th Division could only find food on the spot and fill their stomachs with corn and sweet potatoes.

Even so, they could only eat one meal a day.

......

"Zhu Zi, be careful!"

Li Xiangyang was quick to grab He Yuzhu who was about to slip.

He Yuzhu quickly stood firm and looked at the steep cliff more than ten meters below. He was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat.

This situation can be seen everywhere.

The entire 353rd Regiment is facing unprecedented challenges.

"Brother Yang, thank you!"

He Yuzhu let out a long sigh and said to Li Xiangyang.

"Slow down, step firmly before lifting your foot."

Li Xiangyang warned.

He Yuzhu shook his head. "We can't be slow. The commander has issued a strict order. We can only go fast, not full!"

Hearing this, Li Xiangyang sighed.

He looked at the front of the team and saw a figure struggling forward in the wind and snow.

This person was Huang Demao, the commander of the 353rd Regiment.

As the regiment commander, he led by example and greatly encouraged the soldiers.

But Li Xiangyang knew that there was something wrong with Huang Demao's health.

Just last night, Wong Tak-mao suddenly suffered from vomiting and diarrhea and had a high fever.

The military doctor said he probably had eaten something bad.

But Huang Demao didn't care at all. He said: The soldiers are fighting hard, and as the regiment commander, I must not hold them back.

Li Xiangyang looked at the long team again. In the vast snow, every step forward for the soldiers was extremely dangerous.

If you are not careful, you will step on empty air.

If you miss a step, you will roll down the hill and be smashed to pieces.

It is so difficult for infantrymen to march alone, let alone artillerymen who are carrying heavy loads.

No matter how the soldiers drove the animals carrying the cannon, they just kept spinning in place and could not move forward.

In order not to widen the distance with the main force, the artillery soldiers shouted "All artillery on the shoulders" and disassembled the various parts of the artillery as much as possible, with each soldier carrying them forward.

Soon, the soldiers' shoulders became red and swollen like steamed buns.

In the first row, Zhang Dali, as a gunner, carried a 60 mortar mount and three shells, plus his own backpack, with a total weight of more than 30 kilograms.

His teeth chattered with every step he took.

But even so, Zhang Dali still did not fall behind.

"Brother Zhang, give me the gun carriage and shells!"

Li Xiangyang stepped forward and said.

Zhang Dali glanced at him, shook his head and said, "You've already carried the backpacks for Zhuzi and Jicheng, and if you add mine, you'll be exhausted sooner or later!"

Li Xiangyang took the gun mount without saying a word.

"Hey, you kid!"

Zhang Dali couldn't compete with Li Xiangyang, so he had to give up.

Li Xiangyang was carrying the weight of four people, and his breathing became heavier.

However, with his talent as an extreme individual soldier, he had it easy.

Also, the combat boots purchased earlier came in handy.

Whether climbing a mountain or walking on the snow, Li Xiangyang feels as if he is walking on flat ground.

Soon it was time to eat.

While no one was paying attention, he took out the medicine from the space and sprinkled it on the potatoes.

"Captain Huang, please eat something!"

Li Xiangyang handed the potatoes to Huang Demao.

Huang Demao waved his hand and said, "You eat, I don't have much appetite."

"Captain, you should eat something!"

Li Xiangyang insisted: "If you fall, everyone will be left without a backbone!"

"You kid!"

Huang Demao couldn't persuade him and had to eat two bites.

Originally he couldn't eat anything for the past two days, but after eating a few bites of potatoes, he unexpectedly felt his appetite increase.