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

Lieutenant Colonel Ali was in an abnormal mood. Qiao Youzhi thought he was frightened and was about to comfort him, but the lieutenant colonel took the scimitar from the soldier's back and said pretentiously: "We Turks like to fight face to face with our scimitars."

Qiao Youzhi smiled barely perceptible, and then praised in a cheesy way: "I have read some history books. Your ancestors beat the Chinese people into paying tribute to you."

Lieutenant Colonel Ali's national self-confidence was ignited. He brandished his scimitar and performed an impromptu dance. The soldiers cheered, as if they had won the battle and returned in triumph, rather than heading to the battlefield with an uncertain life or death.

The peninsula has entered winter and it gets dark early.

The Turkish army was not accustomed to marching at night and prepared to camp.

Qiao Youzhi reminded Lieutenant Colonel Ali: "Arrange effective sentries. The Chinese like to march at night. Many Han Chinese and Americans were killed while sleeping in tents."

Lieutenant Colonel Ali was skeptical, but to show his respect for Qiao Youzhi, he sent out sentries as he requested and arranged a soldier to guard each tent.

Qiao Youzhi felt that this was a foolproof method, so he led the advisory group back to the tent, let the four of them sleep first, and he was in charge of the standby duty.

Just after drinking half a cup of coffee, a Turkish soldier came running over and said, "Sir, Lieutenant Colonel Ali wants you to come over."

The other four American advisers woke up in shock and became extremely nervous.

Qiao Youzhi comforted him: "No one shot it, I'll go check it out."

Lieutenant Colonel Ali was not in his command tent, but in the forward bunker, from which he could look down upon a ravine.

Seeing Qiao Youzhi coming, Lieutenant Colonel Ali pointed at the ravine and signaled everyone to listen.

The sound of many people marching quickly came from the ravine.

After listening for a while, Qiao Youzhi thought that they were not the Chinese army. These people had untidy steps, were panting, and occasionally uttered curses in the Peninsula dialect.

The Han army?

Until his death, Lieutenant Colonel Ali could not tell the difference between the people of the Peninsula and the Chinese, let alone the language.

"George, are the enemies coming?"

Ali looked at Qiao Youzhi, his eyes full of desire to fight.

"Lieutenant Colonel Ali, fire a flare."

Lieutenant Colonel Ali agreed. Under the light of the flares, the people in the ravine showed terrified expressions. Ali saw clearly that they were Oriental faces. Hey, why are there a few big-nosed Westerners over there?

"Why are there Americans in the Chinese army?" Ali asked anxiously.

Qiao Youzhi said angrily: "Advisor Su!"

When he heard about the Soviets, Lieutenant Colonel Ali threw his hat to the ground and said, "Goose people, our family has been fighting against the Goose people for five generations. Soldiers, there are Goose people below, fight!"

The Turkish soldiers had already aimed their guns and opened fire at the ravine.

Wolves were crying and ghosts were howling in the ravine.

Some of them panicked and ran in front of the Turkish soldiers, who hacked them to death on the spot with their scimitars.

The bloody smell aroused the Turkish army's bravery, and the Turkic men rushed down the ravine waving scimitars.

Ali told their soldiers that there were Goose people in the ravine!

The time has come to avenge our ancestors.

The Turkish soldiers rushed into the panicked crowd, hacking left and right.

Lieutenant Colonel Ali also rushed down, looking everywhere for the big-nosed goose people.

They are not American people at all, they are clearly American military advisers.

The Turkish soldiers did not listen to their explanations at all, nor did they understand them. They just killed and hacked anyone they saw.

Especially the American military advisers, who received special care and none of them escaped. Once caught, they were beheaded on the spot.

The remaining Han army soldiers had no choice but to kneel down and surrender.

The Turkish soldiers were so bloodthirsty that they would kill you regardless of whether you surrendered or not.

The Han soldiers exclaimed that they had encountered a devil.

It was the first time I saw someone wielding a scimitar. I didn’t know anyone wielding a scimitar, but deep down I remembered someone wielding a samurai sword.

The Turkish soldiers chased for most of the night and stopped only when they were too tired to run.

Under the strict order of Lieutenant Colonel Ali, the soldiers who were unable to wield the scimitars captured several prisoners to prove to their superiors that we had won the first battle.

The report was sent to the Turkish Brigade Command overnight and reported to the US Military Command at the same time.

The Turkish commander used flowery writing to describe the great achievements of the Turkish ancestors, the Turkic Khans, who led their cavalry south to conquer China more than a thousand years ago. He did not mention a word why they had now reached the border between Europe and Asia.

The UN forces were in an uproar.

When the Chinese were defeated on all fronts, the heroes of Central Asia curbed the arrogance of the Chinese army.

The US military sent an observation team to quickly interrogate the prisoners sent by the Turkish army.

When they saw the prisoners, the American military observation team was a little confused. The translator clearly told them that the prisoners did not speak Chinese.

There were no clear markings on the captives, their uniforms were torn to shreds by Turkish soldiers, their facial features were beaten beyond recognition, they looked like pigs, and they could not even speak clearly.

There was no choice but the American army sent paper and pen.

The captive wrote angrily, "We are the Han country army, and we are being chased by a group of savage barbarians."

The Americans considerately sent the prisoners to the hospital and quickly returned to the headquarters to report.

The Turkish army knew they had made a mistake, but they didn't say anything. It was a mistake, so they would just fight again next time. After all, they all looked the same.

This matter was too ridiculous. The US military headquarters suppressed it. The brave Turkish combat battalion was already close to the strategic location of Pingling, and they were still needed to fight.

The Turkish soldiers who won the battle slept soundly until noon. After breakfast, they rushed to Fangpingling in one go and finally reached the front of the Chinese army.

Lieutenant Colonel Ali divided the army into three parts, with two platoons guarding the main peak position, one company building a second-line position at the back, and the remaining people, together with US military advisers, stationed at the central station stronghold behind Fangpingling.

Qiao Youzhi snorted and thought to himself, these savages not only know how to wield scimitars, but also have an orderly deployment of troops.

Lieutenant Colonel Ali took Qiao Youzhi to visit the position. When they arrived at the main position, Turkish soldiers were opening the artillery boxes and taking out shells one by one.

Qiao Youzhi looked at the shells and warned, "Be careful."

After he left, the Turkish soldiers laughed triumphantly and taunted him: "Cowardly Americans, no wonder they can't beat the Chinese!"

After dark, Qiao Youzhi led four American military advisers back to the Central Station. There was a house and a stove here, which was much better than the outside in the ice and snow. In Qiao Youzhi's words, we are just advisers, we don't deserve to be cold, let alone risk our lives. The other four advisers agreed with his point of view and followed Qiao Youzhi's lead in everything.

At this time, winter has arrived in the northern part of the peninsula, with ice and snow everywhere and howling north winds.

The Turkish soldiers had never seen such heavy snow or experienced such cold weather in their lives.

Lieutenant Colonel Ali acquiesced to their request to warm themselves by the fire.

Qiao Youzhi originally wanted to suggest not to light a fire, as the fire in the sky would expose the target, attract the Chinese, and possibly attract bombing by American aircraft.

He gave up when the words were on the tip of his tongue. It was probably useless to say them. Maybe they would give him some face and put out the fire right after he said them. But as soon as he left, these Turkic men would immediately ignore his good advice.

As night fell, the Turkish soldiers could not bear the cold and sat around the campfire, rubbing their hands and cursing the damn weather.

A battalion of Chinese troops replenished their supplies and ammunition in Decheng and arrived at the foot of Fangpingling Mountain.

The Americans know the importance of this place, and the Chinese military certainly knows it too.

The Chinese army sergeant battalion commander who was seizing Fangpingling saw the fire on the mountain from a distance, and a staff officer suggested: "The damn guys are already on fire, bring up the mortars, and they will be solved with a few shells."

Captain Cao shook his head: "We can't fight like that!"