"The autumn wind rises, the autumn wind cools, and the national warriors go to the battlefield..."

On the rolling snow-covered land, there were seven or eight camouflaged cars moving fast on the winding road in the night.

In the car, Xu Qing was sitting among the soldiers.

It is not as comfortable as riding in a car in later generations. Instead, there are twenty or thirty soldiers crowded into the same corner space. You stick to me and I stick to you. At most, the gun is used as a dividing line to avoid accidental injuries.

Xu Qing listened to the driver singing Sichuan folk songs loudly. Sitting next to him was Song Weiguo, who was taking a nap. He touched the leather boots and two huge apples in his backpack, and his thoughts unconsciously drifted to two days ago...

…

He could not express the high regard that the chiefs had for him. Every compliment and every compliment was a great affirmation of him. Late that night, Mr. Peng personally called him into the room and talked all night long.

They talked for a long time, and the old chief was very kind to him. The relationship between the two was not like that of superiors and subordinates, but more like the care of elders facing younger ones. Xu Qing shared what he had seen and heard along the way, including many

All the intelligence information collected was stated one by one.

He said everything that needed to be said.

Until late at night, he also felt that something was wrong. The boss's personal secretary came twice and urged the boss to go to sleep and rest as soon as possible.

Finally, Mr. Peng told him: "I will give you two choices. One is to stay here and become a member of the guard regiment first, and you will be reused later; the other is to return to your team and participate in the next battle."

"I am willing to be a sharp blade that stabs the enemy and continue to fight!"

Xu Qing answered on the spot without hesitation.

"Okay, okay, okay!"

Mr. Peng patted him on the shoulder and said happily three times.

The next day, he was immediately arranged to join a railway troop team that was on its way to the Eastern Front for emergency repairs, and they set off on the road together.

From Dayu Cave to the east, you have to pass through the Langlin Mountains. The straight-line distance is hundreds of kilometers. If you just walk on foot, it will be a very long time.

Nowadays, car travel is many times faster. In just two days, they have covered half of the distance and can reach it soon.

These soldiers were from the First Division of the Railway Corps, and he was followed by two support companies.

Xu Qing was also chatting with them.

He asked: "When did you come here?"

"No. 5! The team in the east has built the Manpu Railway, and we are repairing the Yalu River Bridge. However, the number of bombings has increased recently, and it was blown up again just after it was repaired..."

A soldier shook his head, his face full of sadness.

"Oh, what happened after we bombed it and repaired it? After repairing it and bombing it, we have wasted a lot of materials."

"Who says it's not the case? The Americans, relying on their advantage in the sky, are trying to cut off our retreat!"

"That is, they clearly said that China did not participate in the war, but they were so scared that they kept making small moves in the rear."

These soldiers came from all over the world and had various accents, and Xu Qing felt a sense of familiarity listening to them.

He smiled and said: "When we have planes in the future, we won't have to be afraid of them."

"Yes, didn't you say that the Soviet Union's big brother would help us? Why didn't you see that they have so many planes..."

"It won't be easy to get through at once. There must be difficulties that we can't think of." Xu Qing shook his head.

"Difficulties... what kind of difficulties are there that are as difficult as ours? If we don't have planes, we will lose our lives. We are often bombed to death by them."

An older soldier adjusted his hat, sighed and nodded slowly: "Yes, I heard that as soon as several teams entered North Korea, the entire team's feet were frozen and they could not walk a step. Then the plane

Come, just shoot with machine guns. Those Americans are really evil-minded. If you don’t kill every one of them, they will all be left with half a breath. Many people in a company will die of pain, and almost everyone will be wasted on it!”

When everyone listened, there was a silence in their hearts.

The atmosphere in the carriage suddenly became a little depressing.

After a while.

The driver said: "You guys set up the dragon gate array and make some interesting topics!"

"Yeah, the road is so boring!"

"Sing a song?"

"Stop! Master, please stop singing. You have been singing all the way to making cotton-padded clothes. What I heard in my dream last night was you singing!"

The crowd in the car burst into laughter: "Hahahahaha..."

"What's wrong with making cotton-padded clothes? Cold clothes, cold clothes, clothes for soldiers, this is the fine and simple tradition of our Sichuan Army!" The driver was quite unconvinced and turned around and said.

"Hey, look at the car, your accent...could it be from Sichuan?"

"No, I'm from Hubei."

"Then you have a good idea——"

"Hahahahaha!"

All the soldiers fell down laughing.

"I'll do one, I'll do one!"

Immediately some soldiers volunteered, cleared their throats and sang:

"I am a soldier, from the common people!

Defeated the Japanese dog bandits and eliminated Chiang Kai-shek's army

The revolutionary war tested me and made me stand firmer

Hey hey hey! Hold the gun tightly and see clearly!

Whoever dares to start a war will fight without mercy..."

"Good! Good singing!"

The soldiers applauded one after another regardless of whether they were in charge or not.

The car driver shouted unwillingly: "What's the matter? I see, these words need to be changed again, your song is also outdated!"

"Then master, what do you think we should sing?"

"Han Yi Qu!"

"What song is Hanyi Song?"

If any soldier doesn't understand, just ask.

"Are you stupid? He just sang about making cotton-padded clothes! Hahaha——"

Xu Qing was wearing the same military uniform as a soldier, with a white cloak outside. He was sitting in the carriage with a gun in his hand, looking into the distance.

The car sped forward among the snowy ridges in the wilderness, passing through Bei Town, crossing the Xichuan River, and whizzing past the Gaima Plateau. Along the way, the Chongchuan River was as dark as water at night. It was once the place where troops fought fiercely with Syngman Rhee and the puppet army.

In this place, the smoke of the fierce battle has receded, and a new battlefield is waiting in the near future.

"The autumn wind rises, the autumn wind cools, and the national warriors go to the battlefield..."

"A good man should be a soldier, a good man should be a soldier, protect his hometown and kill his enemies..."

The night outside the car was falling backwards, and what sounded in his ears was still the heroic singing of the driver's master, and sitting next to him were the soldiers of the railway corps.

So, what are the people far away doing now?

………

Eight Hundred Miles Snow Mountain.

"Everyone, hurry up, we must get in place before the designated date!"

Looking down from a high altitude and slowly zooming in, if Xu Qing can see it, it is a person he is very familiar with and misses very much, standing among the mountains and shouting to the team behind him.

Wu Qianli waved his hand expressionlessly: "Hurry up, hurry up!"

"yes!"

After the soldiers from the previous platoon had passed the hillside, Qianli picked up where he had stopped and continued moving forward.

But after a while, he suddenly heard people from the Seventh Company discussing quietly.

He turned around: "What's wrong?"

A soldier was instigated and stood up with a stiff neck: "Report to the company commander, I heard that our seventh company has been assigned a sharpshooter from above? Is it true?"

"Really or not, is there such a thing?"

"Yeah, doesn't this mean our Seventh Company can't do it?"

Qianli frowned: "Who are you listening to?"

"What Yu Congrong said..."

Qianli's face was solemn, and he turned his head sideways while walking back to look for someone:

“Yu Congrong, Yu Congrong—come here!”

"Hey! Here we go!"

Under the moonlight, Yu Congrong was carrying a radio box on his back, extending the antenna while listening to the words in the headphones.
To be continued...