When the train from the Pyongyang Volunteer Army Logistics Department slowly drove into the pre-arranged temporary stopping point, the cadres from the logistics station of a certain corps who came to pick it up were stunned by the sight in front of them.

Almost every carriage is riddled with bullet marks, almost every artillery position has been beaten to pieces, and almost every carriage is covered with the remains and blood of volunteer martyrs...

"Where is your commander?"

Looking at everything in front of him, the cadre at the logistics station no longer had the joy of obtaining material things, but only the heavy pain in his heart, so he grabbed a soldier with a bandage on his head and asked loudly: "Your commander

What? Where is he?"

The person being asked was none other than Lieutenant Colonel Jin Bin from the Logistics Bureau of the Korean People's Army. The uniform of the Korean People's Army was already in disrepair, so after taking the Chinese train south, Jin Bin changed into a volunteer uniform.

The standard military uniform looks no different from an ordinary soldier in the volunteer army at first glance.

However, Jin Bin didn't care about this small misunderstanding. When he learned that the other party was the leader of a logistics station of a volunteer army regiment who came to pick him up, Jin Bin's eyes were filled with tears and he said with a cry: "Chief, please help me quickly."

Save Comrade Tianming, he...he...he is dying..."

As he spoke, he suddenly pulled open the door of the carriage next to him. As the light penetrated, the rows of corpses covered by the backs of clothes on the floor of the carriage suddenly appeared in front of everyone's eyes...

"The American enemy's plane offensive was very fierce. As soon as they rushed out, they were strafed by American fighter planes. I was afraid that they would be bombed outside and I couldn't see how many of them were there, so I snatched them back. Unfortunately, there were many people.

I don’t even recognize the name…so…”

As Jin Bin spoke, his eye circles turned red, and tears streamed down his cheeks. He simply did not dare to think about the scenes in the last half hour. He was really using his life to keep the train moving forward.

The so-called speed of life and death is nothing more than this.

Faced with the heroic and fearless volunteer army's logistics officers and soldiers, Jin Bin's passion hidden in his bones was finally aroused, and he risked his life to snatch the bodies of the martyrs into the carriage, but that was all he could do...

Looking at the rows of martyrs' bodies, even though the cadre at the logistics station was used to seeing life and death, his tiger eyes couldn't help but be covered with a layer of mist. He raised his head and endured it for a long time before letting the tears stay.

He just ordered the officers and soldiers of the medical team who came with him to collect the remains of the martyrs, and then turned to Jin Bin and asked, "Where is Comrade Tianming?"

"Where..."

Jin Bin pointed casually, and then the cadre of the logistics station saw that at the end of the martyr's body, he was leaning against the broken operating table. Seeing this, the cadre of the logistics station hurriedly rushed to the seriously injured man in three steps at a time.

In front of Song Tianming.

But before he could speak, Song Tianming, whose face was covered with blood, weakly raised his eyes, and followed the cadre of the logistics station in front of him to weakly ask: "I...I...I may not be able to survive...

You... you must persist... you must persist until the end..."

"We're here, Lao Song, I'm Wang Chongxin, you've arrived at the station, you've arrived at the station..."

"We've arrived at the station..." Song Tianming heard this and smiled feebly: "That's good...that's good..."

As he talked, Song Tianming felt as if his eyelids were filled with lead, and he felt a voice ringing in his ears: "Medical soldier, save people quickly..." His eyesight went dark, and he didn't know anything anymore...

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The 2486 batch of trains set out on March 25 and lasted three days to transport more than 200 tons of military logistics materials to the front line. During this period, the 2486 batch of trains broke through the US air blockade many times and shot down a total of 100 F-86s, including

There were 26 US military combat aircraft of various types, including fighter jets, and 13 were damaged, thereby breaking the US military's air blockade against our army to a certain extent...

This is a passage in a combat report written by the Volunteer Army logistics train crew commanded by Song Tianming shortly after they arrived at the front line. Many years later, this passage was passed down as part of the combat history of a certain logistics unit, but behind it

It’s one vivid name after another.

Some of them had their names remembered and were engraved on the martyrs' wall of which army, but most of them didn't even leave their names, only the martyrs' monument under the green pines and cypresses on that mountain.

To forever commemorate everything they have sacrificed...

Perhaps, they did not have the fierce battles of front-line commanders and fighters, nor did they have the great achievements of the field corps, but what they endured was the same tragedy, and the impact was even more profound!

Upon the timely arrival of this batch of supplies, the front-line troops of the Volunteer Army, which was implementing a strategic retreat, immediately launched several powerful counterattacks against the oncoming U.S. Army. So much so that the U.S. Army thought that the Volunteer Army was preparing to launch a counterattack and organized defenses on the spot.

Taking advantage of the gap between the U.S. military's shift from offensive to defensive, the Volunteer Army's front-line corps quickly disengaged from the U.S. military, retreated in large strides, and gradually returned to the attack starting area near the 38th parallel, thereby defeating the U.S. military's goal of quickly advancing to encircle and annihilate the volunteer army's heavy group.

Faced with such a result, General Ridgway, commander of the U.S. Eighth Army, could only lament that this was a tactical victory for the Volunteer Army, so he was forced to abandon the original combat plan, push the front north to near the 38th parallel, and stop the offensive.

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However, the Volunteer Army obviously did not want Li Qiwei to just make such a painless sigh. After the second batch of regiments entering North Korea to participate in the war successively arrived in designated areas in North Korea, the Volunteer Army Headquarters began to re-examine its own logistics support capabilities.

An assessment was carried out, and the logistics and transportation operations commanded by Song Tianming were included in the scope of the assessment as an important content.

The final conclusion is that if the Volunteer Army's logistics troops have the combat capabilities of 2486 batches of trains, then the Volunteer Army's logistics supply will increase by at least 30%. It is precisely based on this conclusion that the Volunteer Army Headquarters is re-planning the Volunteer Army's logistics operations

While programming its strength, it also determined to launch the fifth battle against the US military.

However, Song Tianming, who had received such a high standard of evaluation, did not feel complacent. Instead, on the day when he received the commendation from the Volunteer Army Headquarters, he walked to the foot of a mountain covered with green pine trees, placed a few fruit plates, and ordered

A few cigarettes and a few glasses of wine.

Then he took out the fried soybeans prepared in advance and ate them one by one with strong liquor. After he silently smoked a cigarette, he drank the wine in the bottle in one gulp, and then took the gold medal on his chest that he had just obtained.

He placed the military medal on the stone in front of the wine glass, raised his drunken and red face, and shouted loudly at Qingshan: "Brothers, this military medal belongs to you!"

After saying that, he turned around with his crutch and walked towards the camp step by step. Only in the occasional breeze, he felt a touch of moisture called tears...

"The green hills never grow old, and the loyal soul always remains!"
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