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The night sky was just awakened within the first minute.

The entire 189th Division was gathered in the barracks square.

Approximately tens of thousands of troops were assembled in just a few minutes.

The division commander stood on the high platform in front.

With more than a dozen spotlights, he could clearly see every officer and soldier of the 189th Division standing in the audience.

He felt that this was the clearest he could see in his life.

"Division Commander, all the officers and soldiers of the 189th Division have been assembled, and no one is absent."

"Please give the order."

The chief of staff of the 189th Division reported in his ear.

"I understand, just let me wait."

The division commander nodded, his tone low.

One of his hands was in his pocket.

Inside his coat was a crumpled order sheet.

That was the order given by the commander of the 63rd Army to the 189th Division.

It was an order that sounded like a death sentence.

My mind goes back to a few hours ago.

When the commander of the 189th Division learned of the combat order, his first reaction was shock and disbelief.

"This is unreasonable! Commander! This is asking the entire 189th Division to die!"

The military commander nodded: "I know."

"I am asking the comrades of the 189th Division to die."

The division commander looked at the arguably youngest military commander in front of him with incredulous eyes.

"But I'm begging them to die."

"The 189th Division is the only hope. I'm begging you to die."

The army commander looked up at the division commander, his eyes still filled with unexplainable sorrow and guilt despite their extremely calm eyes.

Making a choice is a simple matter.

But being able to implement the will of choice is the real difficulty worth telling.

"Commander! It's impossible to fight like this!"

"It is impossible to completely break the entire 189th Division into pieces and consume the US military one by one!"

"It can be done! It must be done!"

The military commander retorted loudly.

"If we can't do it, Cheorwon will be destroyed, and the entire main force of our army will be surrounded by the US military!"

"Two whole years! The hundreds of thousands of comrades we sacrificed will all have died in vain!"

"Our next generation will come here to fight those Westerners again!"

In the conference room, the two fell into silence.

A teardrop fell from the commander's eye onto his hand.

"So, my comrades, I ask you in the name of the commander of the 63rd Army."

"I beg you to die."

For the sake of this poor and weak country, I ask you... to give it one last time.

His thoughts returned to the high platform under the spotlight.

A snowflake fell on the tip of the nose of the commander of the 189th Division.

It is rare for North Korea to have another frost and snow in spring.

This is proof that even God is grieving for this.

"To all the 189th Division, I am...the commander of the 189th Division."

"Today, I received an interception order from our 189th Division."

"The U.S. military is approaching the Zishan position where we are stationed, so I got a military order."

"The commander ordered the entire 189th Division... to be divided into hundreds of squads and stationed one by one on the entire Seed Mountain."

"You will have no communications, no backup, and no possibility of survival."

The division commander's words floated over the heads of all the officers and soldiers of the 189th Division.

A sense of chilling passed over the heads of the soldiers.

Some soldiers were discussing this order that shocked them extremely.

Soon, there was some noise in the entire military camp.

The division commander did not stop them, but asked them to digest the order internally.

"Squad leader, what does this mean?" Dadalia asked with some confusion.

"Asking us to stay in position one class at a time, her mother has no chance of survival."

Squad leader Ding Weiguo frowned. He didn't quite understand the meaning of this order.

Soon, the division commander spoke.

He asked the soldiers to quiet down first.

Then he said: "You guessed it right, this is a death order."

"There are only three people in each position, and there are no friendly forces near each position."

"But the friendly forces not far away will listen to your gunshots until they disappear completely."

"No support, no hope, that's it."

The teacher's tone was cold, like an AI machine that just issued orders.

One of the group leaders couldn't sit still.

"Master, you are asking the soldiers to die."

"Yes, Master, you can't fight like this!"

Several group leaders expressed their opposition and dissent.

These warriors are not afraid of death, they are not afraid of fighting.

But they don't want to die in vain.

The division commander knew that the 189th Division had no idiots.

Therefore, he must give the 189th Division a reason and meaning to fight.

"Master, will we die here?"

A soldier suddenly asked.

His expression was a little uneasy, but there was no fear.

"Yes, we will die here."

The division commander answered bluntly.

"But we have a need to die here."

"We will die in this damn cold weather, maybe by artillery shells, machine gun fire, or enemy bayonets."

"But are our deaths meaningless?"

The soldiers looked at the division commander on the stage with something more in their eyes.

"Yes! The 40 million Chinese people behind us know that our deaths will be meaningful!"

"Every day after this war ends, they, our descendants, will remember our sacrifice!"

"My comrades! Please remember that they will tell our stories every day in the future!"

The teacher's tone was firm, and his tone was even more sonorous and powerful.

But by the end of it, his face was already full of tears.

"But before that, I beg you! I, Commander of the 189th Division, beg you to give one last time!"

"for Motherland!"

"for Motherland!"

All officers and soldiers of the 189th Division responded loudly to the division commander's words.

And throughout the entire army, there were long-lasting sobbing sounds.

This was the last heavy snow they would see.

The time to breathe around each other for the last time.

"Regiment 1 defends the position to the death!"

“This is especially true for our 2nd group!”

"Group 3, are you afraid?"

"Not afraid!"

Morale has reached its peak.

No one is timid about the inevitable future.

No one wants to run away.

No one even questioned the necessity of this order anymore.

The division commander discussed with several regiment leaders and issued a new order.

"The 189th Division obeys the order!"

"Whenever a father and his son go into battle! The son goes out!"

"Any brother who goes into battle must follow his younger brother's lead!"

"Anyone who has only one child in the family! Come out!"

Soon, a large number of people from the army came out.

Of course there are those who don't follow.

"What the hell are you doing here! You're the only one in the house! Get out!"

"I don't! Commander! I want to live and die with my comrades!"

"Get out!"

Those who concealed their family circumstances were basically ushered out by the heads of various departments, battalion commanders and the like.

Those among them were then subdivided into those with or without children.

Finally, the 189th Division completed its position arrangements.

Those who already have children in the family, who are not the only child and who are elder brothers.

Arranged at the forefront.

The following are listed above.

The purpose of this move of the 189th Division is to keep the people in the army as diverse as possible.

But the premise is that this position can be held.

At the same time, Ding Weiguo's class was assigned to a unit almost close to the middle and rear.

"Squad leader, we have to get going." Dadalia reminded Ding Weiguo.

At this time, the squad leader looked at the comrades who were about to be assigned to the front position not far ahead.

Suddenly he couldn't help but wipe his eyes.

"let's go."

As he turned around, a soaring song suddenly reached his ears.

"Arise...those who do not want to be slaves..."

Like lightning, Ding Weiguo was frozen in place.

The soldiers in the entire camp were froze by this song.

I don’t know who started it.

The soldiers sang along.

"Forge our new Great Wall with our flesh and blood..."

At the last moment of their lives, all the officers and soldiers of the 189th Division sang this song together that carried out the story of sharing weal and woe in China's modern history.

In the land of snow and frost, the mournful night is in the sky.

Countless blood and endless loyalty and courage.

And the greatest military legend that is about to be created.

So, comrades, I beg you to die.

(Two more to finish it off)

(I hope you don’t think it’s watery, I was still in tears when I wrote this chapter)