Siheyuan: A Family of Loyal and Brave People

"Plane, it's an enemy plane!"

"Air raid, take cover!"

The volunteer soldiers who had experienced air raids subconsciously sought cover to hide as soon as they spotted enemy planes.

However, some soldiers had already gone onto the ice and could not find any place to hide. They could only disperse to avoid crowding and minimize casualties.

"Don't panic!

The enemy planes are targeting the pontoon bridge. Stay away from the pontoon bridge and slowly retreat to the shore!"

Captain Liu Xuan was the first to notice the enemy plane's intention.

The enemy planes flew all the way from southern Korea, and they certainly didn't come here to cause trouble for the 702nd Regiment. What they wanted to do was to blow up the bridges and disrupt the supply lines of the Volunteer Army.

Therefore, the first thing the 702nd Regiment had to do was to stay away from the pontoon bridge to avoid being hit by bombs dropped by the enemy. At the same time, the ice was of limited thickness and would likely crack if bombed, so they had to get ashore quickly to avoid falling into the water.

The plane was flying very fast, and the enemy had already approached before the 702nd Regiment could fully react.

Cheng Hao, standing on the ice, looked gloomy as he looked at the incoming planes. Most of the soldiers in the Seventh Company were wounded and had difficulty in moving. It was unknown how many people would be lost in this wave of bombing.

They had clearly reached the border and were about to return to China, but the US military planes chose to come and cause trouble at this time, which was really infuriating. What was even more frustrating was that they did not even have the ability to resist and could only passively accept the beating.

Enemy planes arrived, ready to drop bombs on the pontoon bridge that was packed with vehicles and personnel.

Just as everyone was beating their chests and stamping their feet, several black spots appeared in the sky west of the Yalu River.

"That's...a plane?"

"Why are the enemy planes flying over here?"

"Idiot, that's our plane, ours!"

When our fighter planes arrived, the volunteer soldiers present were immediately excited.

In the past, without air force support, they could only passively endure the bombing. Today, they can finally vent their anger.

Many people even forgot to run away. They raised their hats and guns and waved them wildly, saluting their own planes in the sky.

The US military obviously did not expect that the Volunteer Army was capable of sending air force support. The planes that came to bomb the supply lines were all bombers, and there were no fighter escorts.

The slow and slow-moving bombers are like fat chickens encountering eagles in front of fighter planes. They have almost no ability to resist except to flee in all directions.

The air forces of both sides fought for less than a quarter of an hour, and six of the American planes that came to bomb were shot down, leaving only two bombers with smoke coming out of their tails and managing to escape and return.

"Captain, the American pilot has parachuted!"

Cheng Hao quickly ran to Captain Liu and reported, pointing at a parachute floating towards North Korea.

Captain Liu took a look, sighed, and said regretfully: "It's too far, probably about ten miles away.

Our group is about to cross the river, so it’s hard to catch up with them.”

Capturing the American pilot is no small achievement, this time it’s simply pie in the sky.

But considering the dire situation of the 702nd Regiment, Commander Liu held back and did not order anyone to pursue.

"Captain, give me an hour.

Whether it succeeds or not, I will come back within an hour!"

Cheng Hao had just been promoted, so he should have kept a low profile and not taken any risks. But with such a great opportunity in front of him, he still wanted to grab it.

Being cautious is a good thing, but being too cautious to the point of missing an opportunity is not a good thing.

The opportunity to make meritorious service is right before him. If Cheng Hao doesn't even dare to think about it, then he'd better not join the army.

"Can you do it alone?"

Captain Liu was somewhat tempted.

"I have never been intimidated by more than 20 American soldiers, so why should I be afraid of a mere American pilot?"

With Cheng Hao's current physical condition, there are only a handful of people who can beat him.

"Okay, I've been waiting for you to say that.

The US military's airstrike just now caused a lot of chaos. It will take an hour to reorganize the troops.

Go quickly and come back soon! "

Captain Liu admired Cheng Hao's ruthlessness.

If you lose this energy, it will be difficult to achieve great things in the future.

"Yes!"

Cheng Hao responded, handed the troops over to his deputy, picked up a Garand rifle, and ran alone at full speed in the direction where the American pilots landed.

……

As a US pilot who crashed, James was lucky. Compared with his colleagues who died before they could jump out, he at least saved his life. But he was also unfortunate. Due to the wind, he drifted into a forest, and both his parachute and himself were hung on a tree, unable to move.

"Damn, why is the tree so tall!"

James, with his feet suspended in the air, looked at the ground, his heart trembling.

At this time, he was about five or six meters above the ground, close to the height of a two-story building. If he fell, he might break a bone, or even die if he was unlucky.

"Whoo~"

Being in enemy-occupied territory, surrounded by enemies, if caught, he would also lose his life, at least that's what James thought.

In the propaganda of the US military, the Volunteer Army was a group of uncivilized savages who would torture prisoners in various cruel ways, including but not limited to forcing prisoners to eat with two wooden sticks.

Anyway, the point is, if we fall into the hands of the Volunteer Army, life would be worse than death!

If you fall from the tree you will die, and if you stay where you are and get caught you will also die.

Since it was a dead end anyway, James decided to give it a try. Anything he did was better than sitting and waiting to die.

He took a deep breath, pulled out the dagger from his waist and began to cut the parachute rope.

At the moment when the rope was about to break, James closed his eyes and shouted: "Oh my God!"

Perhaps God sensed James' piety, so he was not killed immediately after landing.

Of course, no miracle happened and both of his legs were broken.

"Oh~oh~"

The severe pain from his broken leg made James howl miserably. He regretted cutting the rope and jumping down from the tree.

Now that his legs were injured, not only could he not escape the pursuit of the volunteers, but he also had to endure the pain of his injuries. It was really a loss of both the wife and the army.

James howled on the ground for an unknown amount of time when he suddenly heard a strange voice behind him.

"Hey, why are you doing this?

Not only did he break his leg, he suffered, but he also caused me trouble."

James turned his head in panic, endured the severe pain and touched the gun at his waist to fight back.

If he cannot kill the enemy, he will use the gun to commit suicide. In any case, he cannot be caught by the enemy and end up in a situation worse than death.

"boom!"

Following the sound, Cheng Hao quietly moved behind James and left him no room to resist.

Before James could pull out his gun, he was hit hard on the head by the butt of the gun. His vision went black and he passed out.

"It is easy to find something after searching for it everywhere.

Fortunately, I came over.

Otherwise, this free credit will fall into the hands of others."

Cheng Hao felt very fortunate that he believed in his intuition, and it turned out to be correct.

He snatched the gun from James' hand and took out a rope from the space to tie his hands and feet.

Cheng Hao carried the American pilot on his shoulders and headed towards the river.