Crossing North Korea, I became a US soldier, and my opponent was my grandfather.

At noon, Admiral Mai's private plane finally arrived.

Also present were the Chief of Staff, the Director of Intelligence, and the US military's top representative, Major General Kurt.

The luxury car took Admiral Mai and his entourage to the army group conference room.

Lieutenant General Wo, Major General Gai, and Lieutenant General Mimoto were waiting here, and the best intelligence officers of the Intelligence Department were also here.

Admiral Mai walked to the door, and a soldier shouted, "General."

Everyone in the conference room stood up and stood at attention.

Admiral Mai walked quickly to his seat, looked around, saw Qiao Youzhi in the last row, and smiled slightly.

Most of the generals' eyes also fell on Qiao Youzhi, and some of them cursed in their hearts: "General Mai's lackey."

Admiral Mai motioned for everyone to sit down.

The meeting begins.

Qiao Youzhi interpreted the contents of the confiscated Huaxia Army notebook. Each page was photographed and projected onto the large screen in the conference room.

The first one is some strange symbols.

At the top is the number 155. Qiao Youzhi explained that this force is a company-level unit with increased manpower and is an assault company.

Below is the triangle, 35, Qiao Youzhi explained, the number of injured people.

Circle, 33, Qiao Youzhi explained, thirty people alive.

Cross, 79, Qiao Youzhi explained, the number of deaths.

Black spot, 9, Qiao Youzhi explained, number of missing persons.

There is another date, which is the date of the battle with the US army.

Admiral Mai was very satisfied.

The intelligence officer of the group army analyzed: "It seems that the Chinese army won, but in fact, it also suffered huge casualties. One unit has more than two-thirds of its members dead, missing, and injured. This unit can no longer be considered a combat unit. This is an elite unit. If this is the case for elite units, what about other units?"

The next thing written on the paper was the use of guns and ammunition;

The ammunition is as follows:

2000 rounds of rifle ammunition;

500 rounds for submachine gun;

2000 rounds of machine gun ammunition;

600 grenades;

The rest was food supplies, including 500 kilograms of fried noodles, 200 kilograms of fried soybeans, 30 cabbages, and 30 kilograms of potatoes.

Qiao Youzhi analyzed: "Ammunition is only a basic amount. Each soldier is given four grenades and more than 100 bullets on average. If the battle lasts too long, these ammunition will not last long."

Seeing that the generals were satisfied, Qiao Youzhi continued to analyze: "The rest is food. Do these foods have calories?"

The generals laughed, and Admiral Mai quipped, "The heat, for sure."

Seeing them so happy, Qiao Youzhi was even happier.

The last piece of paper contained the owner's heartfelt call: "I'm going back to my country. I can get married when I return."

Qiao Youzhi analyzed: "In the Chinese concept, marriage is a very important thing, and Chinese soldiers are very special. If they have to go to the battlefield, most of them will postpone their marriage for fear of dying on the battlefield. The more two people love each other, the more likely the soldier will postpone the marriage and let his lover make another choice. The person in this notebook says that he will go home and get married, which is enough to prove that he is going back to China."

The intelligence chief raised a question: "Does this prove that he is the only one returning home, or that all of their troops have returned home?"

Qiao Youzhi replied: "What we got is one person's notebook, which can only prove him."

Admiral Mai smiled: "Robbie raised a vexing question. We can't be scared off by a notebook."

Then he praised Qiao Youzhi: "George, you have made great contributions. How about it? Fortunately, I kept you."

Then he said to the generals who had a large number of troops: "Gentlemen, the enemy has returned home. They are a small number of volunteers. We can act boldly. Christmas is coming soon. Gentlemen, let our boys go home before Christmas."

Admiral Mai was in high spirits, and his generals seemed to be drunk, clapping their hands in a daze.

Lieutenant General Wo, in particular, vowed to avenge his previous humiliation and began to march northward in a large scale.

The Han army seemed to have taken stimulants. The Sixth, Seventh and Eighth Divisions of the Second Corps quickly moved northward along the western part of the peninsula. They had truly forgotten the pain after the wound had healed.

Behind them were American troops, the 29th British Brigade, and the Turkish Army.

Qiao Youzhi received an order to deliver a batch of equipment to the Turkish army brigade, which had more than 5,000 people and was commanded by Brigadier General Yaxin.

The Turkish army came all the way to the East, with the main purpose of clinging to the United States.

Turkey is very eager to join the military bloc formed by the United States and Western powers, and is trying every means to join it.

However, the United States has not agreed to this for many reasons.

In exchange for the support of the United States, the Turkish army enthusiastically sent a brigade, regardless of the fact that the peninsula is thousands of miles away from it, hoping to gain some goodwill from the United States.

When Qiao Youzhi arrived at the Turkish military base, he was personally greeted by the brigade commander, Brigadier General Yaxin, who told him about the relationship between Turkey and the East.

"Major George, we look like Central Asians, but in fact, our ancestors have always lived in the East. More than a thousand years ago, we were in the north of China. At that time, China paid tribute to us every year and called us vassal."

Brigadier General Yaxin was intoxicated when talking about the past.

Qiao Youzhi knew what was going on, so he asked maliciously, "Why did you go west? Isn't it better to stay in your hometown?"

Brigadier General Yaxin's face flushed. "It was a long time ago. As I recall, the grasslands in that place disappeared, and our people drove their cattle and sheep westward in order to survive."

Qiao Youzhi didn't give him any face at all: "General, as far as I know, the emperor you fought against at that time was the famous emperor of the Tang Dynasty, Li Shimin. You lost the war with him and were forced to go west."

Yaxin certainly knew this history, but was surprised how this American knew it. He could only avoid the question and say, "Major, you are really well-educated."

Yaxin no longer boasted about his great historical achievements, but took Qiao Youzhi to review the might of the current Turkish army.

The Turkish soldiers were lined up in neat rows, each with a fierce look on their faces and a scimitar in their hands.

Seeing that Qiao Youzhi was interested in the scimitar, Yaxin took one from a soldier.

Qiao Youzhi held the knife in his hand, which felt heavy. He pulled out the blade, which was particularly dazzling in the sunlight. He walked to a small tree and swung it with the knife. The small tree, which was as thick as his arm, was broken into two pieces.

Brigadier General Yaxin found the confidence that he had lost from history: "My men and I will become the sharpest blade of the coalition forces."

Qiao Youzhi returned the knife to the soldier and checked their rifles, all of which were old British rifles. The best one was the Lee Enfield, which was already outdated on the Peninsula battlefield.

According to Qiao Youzhi's idea, let it be outdated.

The US military leaders disagreed and immediately allocated a batch of equipment and asked Qiao Youzhi to train them to familiarize themselves with US weapons.

Qiao Youzhi was very happy. I taught him with all my heart for the first month.

However, the battle does not wait for anyone.

Under the personal leadership of Lieutenant General Wo, the Han and American armies advanced at an astonishing speed, and were getting farther and farther away from the friendly forces that were covering each other.

This gave the Huaxia Army another opportunity to make dumplings.

From the commander to the soldiers, no one in the coalition forces thought that there was an ambush by the Chinese army ahead. They stubbornly made excuses for the previous failure, saying that the previous failure was purely accidental and was a surprise attack by the Chinese army.

Driven by this catalyst of optimism, they once again broke into the pocket formation of the Chinese army.