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

When they arrived at the peninsula, Yang Yongjiang's troops were settled in an abandoned factory.

His soldiers were wearing tattered clothes and carrying old rifles. They came to the peninsula happily, ready to exchange these old fire sticks for brand new M-type submachine guns.

However, when the Americans saw their guns, they were overjoyed. They were worrying about where to get some antique guns, but unexpectedly, they brought them.

Seeing that the Americans had no intention of replacing their guns, Yang Yongjiang asked Qiao Youzhi: "When will you give us new weapons?"

Qiao Youzhi laughed and said, "Major Yang, the equipment will be here soon."

Yang Yongjiang felt relieved and felt sorry for the Americans. They didn't say they wouldn't give it to him, it was just that he was getting impatient.

In less than half an hour, a large truck carrying equipment arrived.

Yang Yongjiang was very interested, but when he saw what was inside, his face turned extremely ugly. He glanced at Qiao Youzhi and wanted to kill him. You American devils are playing tricks on me.

The truck was loaded with old uniforms of the Chinese Army. The outer cloth was rotten, revealing the cotton, and some were stained with blood.

Yang Yongjiang pointed at the tattered clothes and asked, "What does this mean?"

"Yang, I'm sorry, I forgot to discuss this with you. These clothes are yours, but they are disguises. The order is this: you put on the Chinese Army's clothes and go to the front line for reconnaissance. We, the American Army, will send capable troops to support you from behind."

"You said, we already have a mission?" Yang Yongjiang was not prepared to carry out the mission at all, and he only wanted to come to the peninsula to upgrade his weapons.

"Yes, Yang, there is a mission. You and your troops are excellent reconnaissance troops. You should not mind this mission."

"The mission is a small matter, just making us wear such tattered clothes..."

Qiao Youzhi saw his dissatisfaction and patiently explained: "Yang, you are all Chinese. Wearing these clothes can better disguise you, which is beneficial to the mission."

Yang Yongjiang nodded helplessly.

Qiao Youzhi knew his concerns and assured him, "When you come back from reconnaissance, you will have the most advanced weapons. We Americans have always been generous in providing weapons."

After hearing the guarantee, Yang Yongjiang showed his delight and agreed to take the task.

The next day, Yang Yongjiang led the troops to set off. The clothes were from the Chinese army, but the food was from the American army, such as chocolate and canned beef. They took as much as they could.

Even if they couldn't take them with them, it didn't matter. The US military arranged two companies behind them, keeping half a day's distance from Yang Yongjiang's troops. If there was any situation, they could directly contact the US military headquarters. Qiao Youzhi acted together with Yang Yongjiang.

This made Yang Yongjiang, who looked down on the US military, take notice of them.

The troops had been walking all day and rested in warm tents at night. They had not yet reached the war zone, so they could feel more comfortable.

The time to test them came after daybreak.

The front entered the Northern Army's territory. We could not march freely during the day, and there were no warm tents at night.

The winter in the peninsula is no worse than that in the Northeast.

Yang Yongjiang was well aware of the coldness of winter. In the afternoon, he did not arrange any marches and dispersed the soldiers to look for villages on the peninsula. They had to stay in houses at night, otherwise they would surely freeze to death.

The soldiers' efforts paid off and they found a dilapidated little village.

"Is there anyone in the village?"

"I checked, no one."

"Let's go then."

When he arrived at the village, Yang Yongjiang finally understood why there was no one in the village.

What kind of village was that? There was not a single intact house. Either the roof was exposed or two walls had collapsed.

Yang Yongjiang ordered the soldiers to clean up the house.

A soldier reported that a cellar had been discovered, so Yang Yongjiang led his men there.

Qiao Youzhi also came to watch the fun and pointed at the cellar: "There should be food in there, corn, cabbage and so on, maybe potatoes."

The soldiers were about to lift the floor.

Yang Yongjiang glared at the soldier, who stepped aside, took out a dagger, drew a circle along the gap in the wooden board, and slowly lifted it up. He lifted it very slowly, stopping for a while after lifting a little.

Suddenly, there was a metallic collision sound under the wooden board.

Yang Yongjiang pulled Qiao Youzhi to the side.

The explosion blew the wooden board into pieces, but fortunately Yang Yongjiang was quick-witted and no one was injured.

The entrance to the cellar was exposed, and some soldiers fired shots inside. Two grenades flew out of the cellar entrance.

The people outside scattered and hid.

After a while, the soldiers slowly approached, threw a grenade, and then fired a few shots.

There was no movement in the cellar.

Yang Yongjiang thought there must be wounded people hiding inside, so he asked the soldiers to shout inside: "Who are you?"

The people inside heard the Chinese language and immediately responded: "We are the Northern Peninsula Army, the guerrillas, and you are the Chinese Army."

"We are the Chinese Army."

"A family, a family."

Yang Yongjiang led his men downstairs and found more than a dozen wounded soldiers in the cellar. They had no weapons, were skinny and severely malnourished, and had only half a bag of potatoes next to them.

There were two Northern Army soldiers who were formerly from the East China Field Army and could speak Chinese.

Yang Yongjiang's accent has a Northeastern flavor, and the two northern soldiers were very happy.

"Comrade, hearing your voice is warmer than eating a hot meal. Three years ago, we were wearing the same field army uniforms. We both fought to Hebei, and returned to our motherland with one order. Today, I am so happy to see you."

Yang Yongjiang answered politely, talking about the Black Mountain and Dahu Mountain blocking battles, the sweep of Liao Yaoxiang's 9th Corps, and the two northern armies completely letting down their guard.

According to them, there were more than 50 people when they retreated from Han Country, fighting guerrilla warfare as they retreated. When they retreated here, there were only a dozen wounded. They found a cellar and hid there to recuperate while the others continued to look for the team.

Yang Yongjiang wiped his eyes, moved by their bravery, then went out and discussed with Qiao Youzhi that the Northern Army might come back today, and you should pretend to be prisoners then.

Qiao Youzhi was unwilling: "They won't shoot me, will they?"

Yang Yongjiang never doubted the Huaxia Army's policy on prisoners: "They will never kill prisoners. This is one of their iron rules."

Qiao Youzhi just felt relieved.

Yang Yongjiang said: "I don't know how to deal with the people of the Peninsula."

Qiao Youzhi almost jumped up.

Yang Yongjiang smiled: "Don't worry, you are our prisoner now, and the people of the Peninsula have no right to deal with you." He cursed in his heart: "The American devils are big and cowardly."

Took some canned food and sent it to the cellar.

When the Northern Army saw the American canned food, they immediately became suspicious.

Yang Yongjiang laughed: "It's American, eat it."

The Northern Army also laughed and praised, "We won't be polite if you capture it."

"What are you so polite about as a family?"

There was a sound of a gun bolt being pulled outside.

A soldier shouted into the cellar: "Captain, someone is coming."

The Northern Army in the cellar was also nervous: "Could it be that our people have returned? They have been away for several days."

Yang Yongjiang said, "Let's go up and take a look."

After going out, I saw that there were indeed a dozen Northern Army soldiers. The skin on their faces had fallen off, their eye sockets were sunken, their hands were covered with frostbite, and they all had a murderous aura.

Yang Yongjiang knew that these people had come back from hundreds of battles and were definitely not to be trifled with, so he extended his hand politely: "Captain of the Chinese Army Reconnaissance Team, I have met all the comrades in the cellar."

The returning Northern Army did not understand the Chinese language, and only stopped firing when they saw the Chinese Army's clothes.

A voice from the Peninsula came from the cellar: "One of us."

Both sides put down their guns.

Yang Yongjiang gave his men a hint to act accordingly.