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

The Turkish soldiers held in the prisoner-of-war camp were not convinced at all and accused the Chinese army of fighting in the middle of the night and breaking the rules.

The Chinese army was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. Before going into battle, they had to remind you to pick a sunny day.

Even though these guys were undisciplined, the Chinese army did not do anything to them and still provided them with all the protection they deserved.

The next day, each of them was given a pack of cigarettes.

Seeing the cigarette, the Turkic man lowered his head and behaved himself.

The Chinese soldiers were surprised that they could not be defeated by guns and cannons, but could be defeated by a box of cigarettes.

A Turkish soldier explained that in their unit, only officers were allowed to smoke cigarettes, and soldiers were not qualified.

Now that I'm a prisoner, I'm treated like an officer and I feel a little flattered.

Some Turkish prisoners even said that it would be best to stay in the prisoner-of-war camp and never go out.

The Chinese soldiers in the prisoner-of-war camp snorted: "You guys are just imagining rice."

The U.S. military headquarters learned about the annihilation of the Turkish combat battalion before the battle was over.

The message was sent by Qiao Youzhi and four consultants.

When the battle broke out, Qiao Youzhi woke up in shock and woke up four American soldiers who were sleeping like dead pigs. He climbed to a high place, saw the flames of the battle, and without any hesitation, he led the four American soldiers out.

The subordinates were still hesitant: "Can't the Turkish army stop it?"

Qiao Youzhi replied: "If you want to stay and watch, then stay. I don't want to lose my life here, nor do I want to be a prisoner."

The men listened to his serious words and followed him resolutely.

After climbing onto a truck, the Turkish soldiers on guard asked what they were doing so late at night. Qiao Youzhi replied, "We're going to Fangpingling."

The Turkish soldier grumbled with his eyes wide open: "The Americans are confused because of sleep. We should go through the north gate to Fangpingling."

The car was driving very fast. Under the light of the headlights, a team of Chinese soldiers who were marching quickly dodged in a hurry. The American military adviser in the car could see it clearly.

A young sergeant gripped his carbine and asked if he should fire.

Qiao Youzhi cursed: "Can the five of us beat them? Didn't we see them and didn't open fire? Thank them and run."

The sergeant was then scolded by the other three and was so frightened that he dared not say a word.

Less than a mile ahead, a large hole appeared on the road. It was obviously dug by the Chinese army in preparation for placing explosives.

Hua Xiajun didn't expect Qiao Youzhi to come so quickly, and hid aside when he saw the lights.

Qiao Youzhi ordered the American soldiers driving the vehicles to pass carefully and not to run into the pits dug by the Chinese army.

The soldier was puzzled: "Sir, how do you know it was dug by the Chinese? This thing can't stop our cars."

Qiao Youzhi knocked his head and said, "What about burying explosives? It can even overturn a tank."

The Chinese soldiers ambushing in the dark were also unconvinced and asked why they didn't destroy the car.

The company commander explained: "It's just one car. It's not worth it. We worked hard for half the night and only got one car. It's a big loss."

Another soldier asked, "Captain, have you figured out what this vehicle is for? It's empty and isn't carrying anything."

"It should be a letter delivery. It's just right. Let's surround the enemy and attack the reinforcements!"

After Qiao Youzhi's car drove away, they quickly rushed onto the road and continued digging holes and burying explosives.

Qiao Youzhi drove for a while and found no trace of the Chinese army, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Even though the Hua Xia Army were all Qiao Youzhi's grandfathers, he did not want to be captured. After all, he admitted that he was the grandson of the Hua Xia Army, and those grandfathers might not necessarily recognize him.

I took a few breaths in the car and continued driving, but the car wouldn't start.

Five people got out of the car and checked it in the dark. No one knew how to fix it, so they kicked it several times to vent their anger.

Explosions were heard from the direction where the Chinese army was digging the pit.

"The Turkish army is finished." They reported using the radio in the car.

The five people hid and waited until dawn. After seeing the sunlight, Qiao Youzhi led them into the mountains.

The four men had another opinion: "Let's stay in the car to keep warm. We might meet reinforcements."

Qiao Youzhi replied: "Is a car faster than an airplane?"

The subordinates were confused.

Qiao Youzhi took them to hide in the mountains and looked in the direction of the car.

In less than ten minutes, a US fighter jet flew over and opened fire on the car parked on the side of the road. The hail of bullets tore the truck into pieces, causing it to catch fire and explode.

The four American military advisers who were hiding were dumbfounded, pointing to the sky and cursing: "Asshole, bombing your own people!"

"Stop cursing. If they see us, bullets will fall on our heads."

After Qiao Youzhi's kind advice, the four American military advisers immediately shut up and became more dependent on Qiao Youzhi. Without Captain George, the four of us would have died several times.

Without a car, Qiao Youzhi and his four younger brothers ran south along the highway.

After walking for a while, two planes appeared in the sky and circled around them.

The five people were extremely nervous. The two planes turned in a circle and prepared to dive.

Farke!

Qiao Youzhi shouted and took the lead to run into the ravines on both sides.

The bullets from the two planes almost destroyed the road.

Qiao Youzhi and the others lay in the snow, holding their heads, motionless.

The two planes ran out of ammunition and flew away triumphantly.

The five people waited for the plane to fly away, then they mustered up the courage to sit up and cursed until their mouths hurt.

Not daring to take the main road, Qiao Youzhi took out a map to study it, then led the way into the mountains.

With his knowledge of future history, he confirmed that the Chinese army had not yet entered this area. Apart from being wary of his own aircraft, there was nothing else to worry about.

With four younger brothers serving him, Qiao Youzhi felt that this march should not be too difficult.

After crossing two mountains, we met a Han army. They were setting up a pot to cook. They were very happy to see Americans and worshipped us like gods.

The highest-ranking officer was a captain named Li Xiuzhe. He took out his private stash of coffee and wine, prepared a few dishes, and accompanied five American military advisers.

After eating and drinking, they ran south with the Han army.

Walk until evening and prepare to rest.

Before the water boiled, another cold army appeared.

This Han army was in a terrible state. Some had their arms in slings, some had broken legs, the gauze was almost black, and blood was constantly oozing out. It was the Han army that had fought with the Chinese army with bayonets. Their commander was Park Yong-ri.

Looking at Li Xiuzhe's troops, their eyes turned red.

We fought desperately, but we had no food or water, and the wounded didn't even have gauze to change; these bastards, with greasy faces and healthy arms and legs, each of them carried food on his back, but only a few had guns.

The huge contrast made Park Yong-ri's soldiers completely psychologically unbalanced.

Li Xiuzhe was a little dissatisfied when he saw this beggar army. If it weren't for the American military adviser, he would have invited them to sit down and have dinner together for the sake of unity.

Seeing the food, Park Yong-ri's people became even more angry: "They still have canned food. We have been hungry for days."

The soldiers of Park's army had fought in wars and looked down on Li's army who had lost their guns. They kept cursing while eating, thinking themselves to be heroes and seniors, and they kept giving orders to Li's soldiers and shouting at them.

Li's soldiers are not happy. You are a bunch of beggars, but you think yourselves are the masters.

The conflict broke out before the meal was finished.

Li's soldiers did not dare to attack the Huaxia Army, but they were not at all vague when attacking Pu's Army, which was also a Han Army.

First, they attacked those who had their arms in slings and were using crutches, and their attacks were brutal.

Some of the wounds were almost healed, and they were bleeding after a few beatings. One of them was the worst. He ordered Li's soldiers to feed him, and was pinned to the ground and beaten so hard that his bones were broken!

Park Yong-ri did not expect that the soldiers who dared to fight the Chinese army head-on would actually be at a disadvantage and were beaten by Li's men without any ability to fight back.

In a rage, he fired several shots into the air.

Qiao Youzhi, who was watching the fun, was furious: "Asshole, who told you to shoot? Do you want to attract the enemy?"

Park Yong-ri shouted, "Let them come. At worst, we'll just let them kill us. Didn't you see that my soldiers were either killed by the Chinese or by our own people?"

Qiao Youzhi acted as a peacemaker and suggested that the two sides separate, with Li's troops on the east and Pu's troops on the west.

After eating and drinking, the people of Park's tribe supported each other and continued to escape.

The people in Li's army looked at their backs and called them cowards.

Park Yong-ri did not go far. He left only to confuse Li's troops. When Li's men let down their guard, they came back with guns, ready to start a massacre.