In North Korea, major events always happen at night. Tonight is no exception. The 3rd Battalion of the Marine Division set out at midnight and slowly drove towards the Water Gate Bridge, being cautious all the way to the possibility of Chinese troops appearing around it.

Due to the sudden heavy snowfall at night and the flying snowflakes, the surrounding visibility dropped to 20 to 30 meters. This is not an exaggeration. In the dark night, wherever you look with your eyes open, you will see white flying flakes covering the sky.

The road was narrow, close to the cliff and full of snow. The tracks of the tank were rolling on the road very carefully. If you were not careful, you would run off the road and fall to the bottom of the cliff.

At around one o'clock in the morning, before we reached Watergate Bridge, an accident occurred. A car accidentally skidded out of control and fell off a cliff. Some soldiers thought that there was an enemy attack, which caused a panic. Several people were killed, including civilians and others, when their firearms went off.

Koreans, but after a quick investigation, the body was dragged away, dumped on the roadside, and then continued on the road.

But that car was unlucky. It couldn't be seen when it fell, let alone saved. Everyone was used to the Koreans who simply loaded it. However, some soldiers who were nearby jumped out in fear. They would rather freeze to death than ride in the car.

Hold on tightly to your clothes and walk among the civilians.

Many people complained on the road that they should not set off at night. They did not want to die and just wanted to go home safely.

"Sir, we have arrived at the designated target location."

Less than one kilometer away from Watergate Bridge, a scout soldier came over and reported that he had fallen on the road.

The commander of the third battalion is also a major, but he was not originally assigned to it. He was only temporarily appointed because he was accompanying the army to transport steel equipment dropped by the US military.

He raised his binoculars, stood on the side of the truck, looked forward, and frowned deeply: "What's going on on the other side of the bridge? I can't see anything here."

"Sir, I have observed that the flag on the top of the bridge is still there, and the bunker is well-defended. I received a reply from the radio station saying that the situation is good and everything is fine, but we can't contact you just after the last power supply."

"Where is the advance team?" The commander thought of the little Jayden he sent there, who was a veteran in the army. They had met in Normandy and had great achievements.

"...Well, we didn't find them."

The soldier touched his frozen hands and whispered back.

"What? Louder."

"Yes, sir! We - I'm afraid we have lost contact with them." the soldier said loudly. He also felt a little resentful in his heart. No one wanted to be pulled up in the middle of the night to conduct reconnaissance in the cold wilderness that was tens of degrees below zero.

He thought to himself that the heavy snow in the sky had covered up all the traces around him. Even if those people died here, they might not be found for the time being.

The commander frowned, this was not a good situation. He looked carefully through the binoculars and could barely see that there was no one on top of the house, the street lights were on, and there were songs playing on the radio, which could be faintly transmitted to the mountains and fields.

He waved his hand and quickly gave the order to stay in place. The soldiers were happy and saluted loudly, and then ran away to let the soldiers below to hook up the position and prepare to guard against incoming enemies.

The convoy stopped on a nearby hillside. Some soldiers jumped off the ground, some hid in their cars to avoid the wind and snow, and some were driving away the civilians. They were also talking among themselves.

"I heard that the reconnaissance team lost contact."

"Did the Chinese do it?"

"It must be, ***, asshole! We're afraid we'll have to fight them again."

"Aren't we going to camp here for the night?"

"Have you ever seen anyone spend the night here so close to the bridge? The commander is building fortifications and preparing for battle."

"God, I finally had two good days..."

Many soldiers sighed. Since they joined the convoy, they left Gutuli and slept here for a good night tonight. Although it was not a peaceful life, at least no one came to attack them. No matter where they were marching before, twenty-four

They were attacked day and night by volunteers day and night.

"Sir, do we need to go for rescue?" A U.S. second lieutenant from the reconnaissance platoon came over and asked after hearing the Korean report.

"What do you think, second lieutenant?" the commander asked in turn.

"I think... the Chinese may have created a trap waiting for us." The second lieutenant officer hesitated and said, "The radio station has been unable to contact us. I'm afraid there is something fishy here."

The commander nodded. He also believed that the Chinese were very cunning. As a major officer of the Logistics and Transportation Department, he had only been on the battlefield for a few days and saw how powerful these people were. He sneered: "These Far Easterners are really

We are everywhere, prepare long-range fire support, and launch a salvo first."

"Uh, this... sir, what if the bridge is blown up by mistake?" the second lieutenant was stunned and asked quickly.

At this time, if they open fire, let alone air support, they can't even see clearly the impact point of the small steel mortar. The US military knows this Watergate Bridge very well. It is a building left over from the Japanese occupation period, but the tank's shelling power is completely

Enough to destroy the bridge deck.

The commander said confidently: "The Chinese are very cunning. They just think that I will never fire, so they must still be hiding in the house. I want to let them know how powerful I am - they have all been adjusted correctly for me to shoot at the house."

Damn it, I don’t believe they won’t come out!”

"All tanks, fire!"

The soldiers didn't know why. They knew that this bridge was the only way for them to go home. Many of them hesitated, but they finally opened fire under the commander's violent orders.

"Load."

clang

"Open fire!"

Boom, boom, boom!

A large number of tanks turned their turrets and fired at the houses on the bridge and the fortifications on the mountain. A fierce explosion suddenly sounded on that side. The houses were on fire, the walls burst, and waves of fire were set off on the bridge.

Mortars and platoon infantry guns opened fire along with the tanks, and the bridge deck was covered in flames. With the intense heat, the heavy snow seemed to have become thinner.

He picked up the telescope and observed carefully, and the lookout was reporting the situation at any time, but after several minutes of shelling, there was no counterattack.

Finally, the shelling stopped.

They were very measured, and no one wanted to blow up their way home. All the artillery fire avoided the bridge deck, the houses were burned, and many sandbags were destroyed and scattered on the ground.

The commander waved his hand and ordered a group of scouts to go forward in front of the bridge. He looked over there carefully in the car. More than twenty Korean soldiers were divided into two rows and shivering on the bridge, and then searched everywhere.

But no enemies were found, and everything was peaceful.

He felt guilty, the enemy didn't show up, but where were the defenders here?

"Sir, many corpses were found in the bunker, but they were burnt and looked like Asians." Soon a soldier came to report.

"It seems like everyone is dead?"

The commander sent people to look over one after another, searching for the location of the house on fire and even the ruins of the bunker. He also checked the mountains on both sides. What the Americans feared most was that the volunteers would attack secretly from the mountains. It was impossible to prevent them, but no problems were found.

, he became happy.

As for where the original garrison troops here have gone, they may have withdrawn somewhere, or they may have escaped, but what does this have to do with him.

Immediately after the bombing, he began to receive the bridge deck.

"Get ready for the bridge! Get ready for the bridge!"

The soldiers also became happy and boarded the front of the vehicle, calling each other.

They never expected that there were no enemies here. Although everyone was puzzled, this was indeed the case.

Maybe those Chinese died at the hands of the original British troops here. They thought.

Groups of soldiers started to go up, and they were cautious and explored on foot to prevent enemies from ambush nearby. However, after everyone controlled the surrounding area, no enemy was found.

So, the convoy went straight on. The green jeep was wrapped in white snow cloth and went straight onto the bridge. The tank followed closely behind. The radio horn tied to the street lamp was still ringing, and a classic English funk song was playing.

The deep voice made the soldiers feel the joy of Christmas.

The soldiers sat in the carriage and talked happily. Although many houses here had been destroyed by artillery fire, they had brought enough steel and building materials to complete the construction soon. After staying here for two days, they would soon

You can leave this hellish place and return to the United States...

Those North Korean civilians also wanted to get on the bridge, but the commander thought that there might be potential Japanese army spies and volunteer soldiers among them, so he ordered the soldiers to put up a barbed wire fence at the end of the bridge to prevent these people from getting on the bridge and let them leave as soon as possible.

"Hey, get out of here! Did you hear that?!" The soldier stood on the car and shouted to the crowd. He shouted to the crowd with an iron trumpet. He didn't care whether people understood or not. Those who dared to rush up.

They all pointed their guns at each other, and the scene was noisy. Maja Fake's voice spread far away, and also reached an inconspicuous mountain a thousand meters away from Watergate Bridge...

At this time, there was a valley hidden in the darkness. More than a dozen artillery vehicles were parked in the jungle in the valley. They were wrapped in white cloth and covered with snow. There was no one around.

And in places that are almost difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, there are rows of figures lying carefully in the snow at the heads of the peaks. They seem to have blended into nature, and their bodies are no different from the snow.

These people are none other than the Seventh Company.

They saw scenes of shelling, dense convoys driving on the bridge, and the figures of soldiers walking around in the lights of thousands of houses. There were even several times when they were not far away from them, but they remained motionless.

After a long time, a figure moved on the snow and popped up. It was Yu Congrong.

"I said you stopped halfway through. When are we going to start?" Yu Congrong's face was stuffy for a long time and turned red from the cold, but he was still very excited.

"No, you should ask when to send them away." The other person raised his head buried deep in the snow, and pieces of snow stains fell, revealing Xu Qing's face.

"What do you mean?"

"Leave the world." Lei Gong's words came from the side, and then figures emerged from the snow one by one, Wu Qianli, Mei Sheng, Ping He, Song Weiguo, Zhong Dingyi, etc. They almost buried their entire bodies in the snow.

On the ground.

"Okay." Yu Congrong was about to speak, but Xu Qing suddenly raised his hand and signaled below that there were at least thousands of North Korean civilians on the other side of the bridge. After failing to break through the bridge checkpoint, they turned around and left, running into the snow valley jungles on both sides.

Avoid the cold.

"I'm going."

Xu Qing stood up, and then everyone in the cold gun squad, including Ping He, Song Weiguo, Yu Congrong, etc., picked up their guns and looked at him.

He picked up a bunch of explosive packets, turned around and smiled, and then rushed down. Everyone looked at his figure without saying a word, because this had been discussed long ago.

Song Weiguo was worried and said: "Is it really possible? This is a bit dangerous."
To be continued...