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

Qiao turned around and led a squad of soldiers towards the village.

Just in case, Section Chief Zhang led two platoons to be on guard.

Joe rolled over and approached a house, put his ear to the door, and heard snoring from inside the house.

Cui Zhenyu was anxious, he pushed the door open and walked half way in.

There was Han Jun in the room. An officer had not yet gone to bed. He was half lying down and playing with his pistol. When he saw the door being pushed open, he instinctively opened fire.

The entrance was narrow and Choi Jin-woo had nowhere to hide. He was hit by two bullets in the chest and was obviously dying.

Joe turned over, hugged him and dragged him outside, then poked the barrel of the gun into the window and fired a volley of bullets.

The Han soldiers in the house were shot one after another.

The gunfire stopped and everyone thought the disaster was over, but Joe turned over and fired a round of bullets, then threw in a grenade.

The three Han soldiers who had just stood up were covered in blood and were dying.

The Han Army soldiers in the village were awakened. Some thought they were dreaming and looked at each other in confusion. Those with combat experience put on their clothes and reached for their guns.

Section Chief Zhang led the soldiers to come up.

Some soldiers aimed at the door and some stared at the windows, and anyone who showed his head was immediately beaten back.

The advancing soldiers quickly approached the door and threw grenades. In the narrow room, the grenades had amazing lethality.

The mission of this Han army was to defend Wuling Bridge. When they arrived at the village it was just getting dark. They saw that it was impossible to sleep outdoors in the village, so they drove the common people out. Since they were surrounded by Han soldiers all around them, they felt free to sleep in the houses without leaving any sentries.

As a result, when the Chinese Army commandos arrived, they were completely wiped out.

One soldier died in this battle and more than a dozen soldiers were injured, all of them were minor injuries that would not affect the march.

Some villagers were hiding nearby. When the gunfire stopped, the brave ones came back to check the situation, only to run into the commandos who were setting out.

An old man with a long beard stopped the team.

Qiao turned over and led the soldiers forward with Section Chief Zhang. There was a shocking wound on the old man's forehead. Section Chief Zhang called the medical staff to help treat the old man first.

The soldier asked the old man what happened to his wound.

The old man pointed at a corpse not far away and said, "They were beaten."

Everyone was so angry, but luckily those bastards were dead, so they managed to avenge themselves.

The old man asked, "Are you going to the riverside to blow up the bridge?"

Section Chief Zhang said nothing.

The old man nodded and said, "I know, this is a secret. I just want to tell you that this road is not feasible. There are gunshots here, and there must be defenses over there. There is another way to go through this village."

Qiao turned over and opened the map, connecting the place names mentioned by the old man with lines, which was the newest and most hidden route.

Section Chief Zhang left some medicine and food for the old man, and quickly disappeared into the darkness along the route indicated by the old man. They had to use these few hours of darkness to travel as quickly as possible. After daybreak, they would have to march in secret, and their speed would definitely be greatly reduced.

The old man showed them the way, but he himself suffered.

The patrolling Han army came to the door, and the old man was leading people to carry the corpse out.

The Han soldiers blocked the old man in the house and forced him to tell them who killed the Han soldiers.

The old man replied that the clothes he wore were the same as yours.

A captain of the Han army, with tears in his eyes, swung the butt of his rifle and hit the old man on the head, thinking that the old man was playing a trick on him. How could the Han army fight against the Han army?

Suddenly I thought that maybe it was the enemy in disguise. Even Han Jun couldn't tell it apart, so how could an old man tell it apart?

Thinking of this, he believed that the old man was telling the truth, so he planned to get some information out of him.

Captain Han Jun: "Old sir, where did they go? Did they take the main road or the small road behind the village?"

The old man pointed to the back of the village and said, "Heading to the small road."

Captain Han Jun chuckled and said, "Thank you." Then he led his soldiers to chase along the road.

The soldier was puzzled: "Didn't the old man say that they took a small path?"

Captain Han Jun was complacent: "Didn't you see that there were medicines and food in the old man's room? They must have been given by the northern bastards. The old man said to go to the small road, he must want to lead us to the small road. We can't listen to him, we have to go the opposite way."

Some soldiers also asked: "This village is collaborating with the enemy, why don't you deal with them?"

Captain Han Jun glared and said, "Who said we won't deal with it? We still need them now. Let them deal with the bodies of the brothers. Then we will report the village coordinates and a bomber can make the village disappear."

The subordinates gave him a thumbs up, praised him repeatedly, and the flattery could be heard for several kilometers.

The Chinese Army commandos marched through the darkness and ran until dawn, climbing over three mountains. The soldiers were exhausted.

Section Chief Zhang chose a secluded forest to rest.

There was a roar of airplanes in the sky, and first there was one, flying close to the treetops.

Joe turned over and muttered, "It's a reconnaissance plane."

Ten minutes later, two larger planes came over and flew towards the peninsula village where the commandos came from, dropping dozens of bombs.

Section Chief Zhang's face was stiff, and the soldiers also knew that the village of Uncle Zhilu would no longer exist.

There were planes flying overhead all morning.

The commandos hid in the woods, and many soldiers complained, but no one violated discipline and waited to release them until they saw the enemy.

There are fewer planes in the afternoon.

Qiao Fanshen led the soldiers to explore the route in advance. When it got dark, the soldiers sped up their march and finally arrived at the attack position three hours ahead of schedule.

Section Chief Zhang held up a telescope and observed Wuling Bridge.

There are not only roads but also railways connecting the north and south of the country. There are high mountains and cliffs on both sides of the river. There is no other way except to take this bridge. No wonder it is called the throat.

Qiao Fanshen led his men to scout and came back: Captain, there are fifty or sixty Japanese invaders on the south side of the bridge. There are barbed wire and two bunkers. The river has frozen. The demolition team can walk on the ice to get under the bridge.

Section Chief Zhang looked at his watch and said, "It's six o'clock. There are less than two hours left before the general attack. Move."

The soldiers of the blasting team went down from a hidden place on the mountain and advanced carefully on the ice. One soldier fell, but fortunately he managed to get under the bridge pier.

The bridge pier was too high and the ladder was too short, but this did not pose a problem for the soldiers. They easily set up the ladder, placed the explosives, and connected the fuse.

At the same time, Qiao turned over and led his men along the bottom of the bridge to the south bank, and easily heard the voices of the Han army soldiers on the bridge.

A Han soldier even urinated under the bridge, almost pouring urine on the face of a soldier who was about to stick his head out.

At this moment, the fuse for blowing up the bridge was lit. With a deafening bang, two sections of the bridge flew into the sky.

Han Jun on the bridge was stunned at first, then panicked.

Before Han Jun, who was peeing, could pull up his pants, the soldier shot him. The boy fell off the bridge, holding his crotch, and made a hole in the ice. He fell into the river and floated away.

Soldiers swarmed out from under the bridge.

The Han army on the bridge saw the grenades falling like raindrops and were blown away.

Those who ran fast got into the bunker, but the muzzle of the gun was facing north. There was no shooting hole at the back of the bunker, only an aisle for people to enter and exit. There was not much they could do, so they hurriedly re-set up the machine gun.

The charging commandos were knocked down by machine gun fire.

The soldiers of the demolition team acted quickly, rolling on the ground and placing the explosives on the bunker.

With the sound of explosions, the machine guns in the bunker were silenced.

The remaining Han soldiers raised their guns obediently.

After Section Chief Zhang cleaned up the battlefield, the soldier on guard in the south sent a signal that the enemy had reinforcements in the form of five vehicles.