sand……

Xu Qing climbed up from the snow.

Spit out the ice and snow in your mouth and shake off the accumulated snowflakes on your body.

After dealing with the people who were fleeing in all directions, the mountainside slowly became quiet, leaving only corpses lying around and a huge ferocious tank rolling over not far away and facing up to the sky.

These anti-tank mines were heavy and heavy, and they were the biggest burden on Xu Qing when he carried them all the way. At this moment, they finally showed their due value.

All this also shows how fierce and cruel the battle just happened here.

Slowly moving forward, along the way, the explosive heat from explosions and machine gun fire melted the surrounding snow and blood and flowed down the mountain.

Most of the Americans were shot dead by him. Only some of the South Korean soldiers ran in groups in despair. Some were shot in the legs and feet by him and fell to the cliffs at the foot of the mountain. Some abandoned their guns.

Rushed into the depths of the cave.

He walked around the dead enemy corpses and walked gently into the cave.

Da da da.

In the empty cave, there were still several South Korean soldiers lying in the passage who had been hit in the back by him and ran a few steps in but still fell. The floor was covered with footprints, bloodstains, and scattered bullet casings.

The morale of these Korean task force soldiers was almost weakened to an extremely low point by him. In the passage, he could faintly hear the sound of some individual soldiers running away or groaning after being shot.

He gently put the rifle behind his back, took out the pistol from his waist, turned on the safety, held it with both hands, and leaned forward. Even with such a victory, he should not take it too lightly.

Go to the intersection inside the mountain again.

boom!

He heard an explosion coming from a passage, shaking the entire cave wall and shaking gently, and dust flew down.

Someone triggered the trap he set.

He first walked into the space at the center of the mountain, the base camp of this task force. At this time, the buildings were empty, leaving only chaos, tents that had been trampled by feet, and many corpses from grenade explosions.

As soon as he walked in, he lightly stepped on an empty yellow bullet casing in the darkness.

Bangdang...

Or the slight movement under his feet disturbed this quiet space, and he heard the slightest panic coming from a wooden house.

He leaned forward.

This room is a radio reception room. There are pieces of paper and manuscripts flying everywhere on the table on the floor. There are more than a dozen radio stations, military walkie-talkies and other equipment on the large tables against the wall. There is no one around.

.

But he just heard a sound.

"come out."

Xu Qing did not go in, but hid outside the door and spoke.

No one responded.

He visually inspected the interior of the house and found that there were only a few hiding places and no hidden traps. There might be one or two surviving soldiers hiding.

He took off a grenade from his chest, held it in his hand, and walked forward gently with crossed steps.

Squeak!

He opened a cabinet and pointed the muzzle of the gun inside - it was empty.

The next moment, he quickly turned around with the gun in hand and saw the red velvet cloth covering the table of the radio station shaking slightly.

He walked forward silently, stepping on pieces of white paper scattered on the ground, leaving footprints one after another. As he got closer, he heard someone speaking softly under the table:

“He’s i backup.…I wanna go home…”

Xu Qing immediately stopped hesitating and quickly opened the curtain to reveal a South Korean soldier huddled in the corner under the table. He was covered in blood and was wearing headphones and whispering something in a panic.

As soon as the cloth was lifted, he subconsciously looked up. A black muzzle was pointed at his forehead, and the light reflected on the soldier's horrified face:

"No……"

--boom!

"...Zizi...Hello?..."

He took it off the soldier's hand, took the earphone and heard a slight voice asking in English over there, but the signal was not clear. He looked at a radio equipment that was flashing on the table and immediately turned it on.

Remove all switch wires.

Shaking his head, he glanced at some radio and walkie-talkie conversation files left on the table, stacked some of the more important ones together, and put them in his arms.

Then, he searched all the passages one by one.

There was no one left in the whole hillside. They were dying and running away. When he met a few seriously injured people who were still breathing, he politely helped. There were chaotic tents everywhere, corpses and people who had no time to retreat.

Materials and equipment taken away.

Only now did he relax a little.

He exited the mountain outside the cave and blew the whistle to contact his comrades.

?!???……

The clear whistle sounded far away in the darkened night sky.

After a long time, Gao Xiyou and Song Weiguo, who had been hiding a kilometer or two away, carefully ran up from the mountain road on one side with guns in hand.

"Team leader, are you okay?"

"We just ran into a few fleeing enemies at the bottom of the mountain..."

When they came up, they breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that Xu Qing, who was sitting quietly next to a machine gun, was safe and sound.

Xu Qing pointed to the cave: "I have searched it all and there are no enemies left. You can search for the equipment."

They nodded in agreement, but as soon as they relaxed, they suddenly reacted in horror when they saw gunshot marks and corpses all over the ground:

"Team leader, this is all yours alone..."

Xu Qing didn't reply.

He slowly sat down.

Song Weiguo wanted to come over to help him, but he refused. He was not injured, nor was he weak. His physical strength could even support him in another hearty battle.

I just want to sit quietly for a while.

There were still some flickering flames and smoke around him. Even with the extremely low temperature and the indistinct wind and snow falling, they were still burning diligently. Looking at the scene he had created in front of him, he felt a sense of pleasure after killing the enemy, and there was also a feeling in his heart.

A feeling of relief comes through.

When there were enemies in front of him who wanted to kill each other, he tried his best to clear these obstacles. After completing this, the adrenaline slowly dropped.

Suddenly my heart felt a little empty.

This is not pretentious, just a momentary feeling.

All killings, all revenge, are just revenge from another angle, and cannot save the lives of those dead comrades and comrades. This kind of compensation has shortcomings...

In the ice and snow, he suddenly thought of modern life, his hometown, a land of plenty, the five thousand miles old father and mother fishing on the seaside, the boatman, the friends laughing and playing, the maple forest along the coast, the bright yellow leaves,

The long ridges of the fields, the wooden boats with black roofs on the tidal flats rowing for fishing, the Jiangnan water scene that has been floating on the water for generations, the long black feathers of the osprey neighing on the water, and the long and long call of the boatman on the lake.

Shouting slogans...

Five Thousand Miles of Light Boat was sailing towards him, and 'Five Thousand Miles' was running on the autumn forest path. The fishing village on the lake was calm and peaceful.

Having experienced the peace there, it is difficult not to feel the cruelty of war.

Human life... is so insignificant on such a battlefield.

Xu Qing slowly stood up.

He took a deep breath and wiped the gun.

What he did for the soldiers who sacrificed their lives in the Railway Corps was not without meaning.

The path may have been decided, so he cannot make up for or change what has happened, but he can still try his best to change what has not happened yet.

There are other people and other roads ahead, and such roads are infinite and long...

He remembers.

Lei Gong had only one last faint song on the battlefield, Yu Congrong held the machine gun and died together with the plane, Pinghe, the explosive bag and the tank died in the flames, Wu Qianli blew up the Watergate Bridge and died in the ice and snow night...

That's what he remembers happening.

People are not afraid of weakness, but they are willing to be weak.

He already has the ability to influence small-scale battles, and he has greater responsibilities and obligations to protect and change the elegy that has not happened yet.

"I could have endured the darkness if I had never seen the sun..."

Xu Qing's eyes were burning and shining.

There were no words, he just tightened his grip on the gun in his hand.

After a long time, a large amount of supplies and firearms in the cave were emptied, and they were all moved out and loaded on the two remaining cars nearby. For some large equipment that could not be taken away, Gao Xiyou went to notify the People's Army and Railway Corps overnight.

They picked a car. Song Weiguo was almost ready and immediately rushed to get into the driver's seat.

"where are we going?"

"Changjin Lake."
Chapter completed!