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

Yang Yongjiang beat Lieutenant Hughes until he could not stand up. Not content with that, he spat at Hughes several times and walked towards the bombed area. In the burning area, more than a dozen of his brothers were lying, having been burned to charcoal.

Yang Yongjiang shed tears in the stunned eyes of the American soldiers.

Yang Yongjiang's soldiers found a piece of land to bury their brothers who were burned to death by the American army. In the snow and ice, they used iron pickaxes and engineering shovels to dig out a grave.

The American soldiers who made the mistake also helped, as these American soldiers had plenty of strength.

After the burial, Lieutenant Hughes came to the grave and bowed three times to the dozen people who were mistakenly killed.

According to Yang Yongjiang, he should be made to kneel there and be shot three times.

It was dark when the soldiers buried Yang Yongjiang. Qiao Youzhi contacted the command center and sent dozens of large trucks to take them back.

While waiting for the convoy, Lieutenant Hughes gave Qiao Youzhi an exquisite pistol, asking Qiao Youzhi to testify in his favor in case his superiors investigated the matter.

Qiao Youzhi accepted the pistol and happily agreed to Lieutenant Hughes.

Back at the headquarters, Qiao Youzhi reported intelligence to the new army group commander, Lieutenant General Qi Wei.

The top priority for Lieutenant General Qi Wei is to boost morale.

At this time, the morale of the American army fell to the ground.

Whether soldiers or officers, even senior officers, none of them had the slightest confidence in continuing the fight.

When has the US military ever suffered such a blow since its establishment?

It was the Chinese army that they looked down upon that fought them. From any perspective, how could the heavily armed American troops, with their three-dimensional attacks by land, sea and air, force the Chinese army, armed with rifles and bayonets, to flee three hundred miles in one battle?

The American soldiers couldn't figure out this problem, and the officers couldn't figure it out either, so they just gave up and didn't want to deal with this headache.

As soon as Qi Wei took office, he encountered a thorny problem: both soldiers and officers were applying for retirement.

Of course, this won't work. If you want to run away after losing the battle, it's impossible.

Since they cannot take off their military uniforms, American officers and soldiers have another solution: pretend to be sick.

In a short while, both the field hospital and the rear-area hospital were filled with wounded soldiers.

Qi Wei had no choice but to order the hospital director to conduct a personal check and all those without wounds or with minor injuries should be sent back to the barracks. If they did not go back, they would be shot directly.

There were a few troublemakers who refused to leave the hospital.

Qi Wei rushed to the hospital, took out a large revolver, pointed it at their heads and fired. The bullet flew past the deserter's ear.

The deserter was frightened. Looking at Qi Wei's flaming eyes and the two grenades on his shoulders, he obediently returned to the barracks.

However, even if the real effort comes, the US military has a way to escape.

These people are cruel and ruthless. They break arms and legs. Those who cannot do it themselves ask other soldiers for help. You break my fingers and I break your nose.

My bones are broken, you can't say I'm faking illness.

This kind of trick naturally did not escape Qi Wei's eyes. After receiving the report, he drove a jeep to the hospital personally.

In front of the bed, the American soldier with a broken arm had a guilty conscience. He kept his mouth shut and stared blankly at the ceiling, occasionally rolling his eyes.

Qi Weirong was kind and cordial, and asked the hospital director to perform surgery immediately to set the bone.

The soldier thought he had gotten away with it and was secretly happy.

Next, Qi Wei's actions made the soldier regret it deeply.

The soldier was pushed into the operating room, and the doctor found some ropes, tied him up, and stuffed a towel into his mouth.

General Qi Wei told the soldiers: "Anesthetics are in short supply. There is no anesthesia for your surgery. Just bear with it."

The soldier almost went crazy. He wanted to shout loudly, but the towel was stuffed into his mouth so he couldn't shout. He wanted to move anxiously, but he was tied up tightly.

The worst thing was watching the doctor operate on my broken arm.

The American soldiers collapsed.

The doctor cut open the skin and muscles in front of him to expose the broken bones, connected them, sutured them, and put on plaster. After finishing, the soldier fainted.

Qi Wei issued an order that anyone who self-harmed would not be given anesthesia during surgery.

The American soldiers lost their souls.

This did not stop the tough guys who wanted to desert from shooting themselves in the arms or legs, or even from shooting each other.

Qi Wei was so furious that he even saved the anesthetic this time and shot the two soldiers directly for the crime of intentional homicide.

The American soldiers felt like the sky had fallen. Apart from cursing Qi Wei, they had no other way to escape the battle.

Qi Wei also knew that the soldiers were under a lot of pressure.

I am still quite energetic during the day, but at night, I dare not go out. I have to sleep with the lights on. I cannot sleep well without light.

Once, a new soldier was playing the flute outside.

The soldiers in the barracks rushed out in a swarm and ran madly for several miles to the rear.

Two veteran soldiers couldn't find the target no matter how hard they tried. They panicked and ran into a ravine. They looked around at the pitch-black night and saw the Chinese army's guns everywhere. They were so scared that they went crazy.

When the American army found them during the day, the two were hugging each other, shivering together.

Qi Wei knew that he couldn't just use harsh punishments on the soldiers, he also had to make them regain their confidence in the war. Replacing commanders and yelling at them wouldn't be enough, the most direct way was to win a battle.

Looking at the Northern Army's deployment map, Li Qiwei decided to send a troop to fight. After asking around, no commander claimed the mission.

Qi Wei was furious. Attacking a small position whose defense map was obtained, this was an open-book exam, and no one was going. Was this still the US military?

When everything was in a state of panic, Lieutenant Colonel Smith flew back from Japan.

Qi Wei happily called Smith over and praised him first.

Smith was not a child, and he knew that his superior's words were not in vain, so he asked nervously, "Is there a mission?"

Qi Wei took out the Northern Army's defense map sent by Qiao Youzhi and said, "This is a company's defense zone. There is at most one regiment behind it. You can lead an elite force to defeat it and boost the morale of the army."

Smith's scalp tingled: "We have to go to war again!" He was extremely reluctant.

Li Qiwei coaxed and lied: "Lieutenant Colonel, as long as we finish this battle, I will report your promotion to colonel and arrange for you to return to China to serve, how about that?"

The conditions are tempting, but the reality is cruel.

Smith's most skilled battlefield now is the bed of Japanese women, but he also understands that as a soldier, he often has no choice but to agree.

Qi Wei selected two American military companies. It was impossible to choose more than that. This was done by forcing people to do something and using both coaxing and deception.

In addition, a three-day trip to Dongjing was arranged for the commander of the Turkish brigade, Brigadier General Yaxin. The scimitar man from the grassland had never enjoyed such service in his life, even in his dreams. He was completely overwhelmed by the service.

Three days later, I returned to the Peninsula Command Center. My two legs for walking had almost lost their function. During the three days in Japan, I didn't have to do anything for myself, let alone walk or eat. I was not used to losing this kind of service. I couldn't walk or dress myself anymore.

After Brigadier General Yaxin came to his senses, he cursed the Americans, saying that they were so damn good at enjoying themselves and why didn't they tell me earlier.

Of course he knew that what the Americans let him experience was definitely not love for him, but to make him work hard for them.

In order to be able to go to Dongjing again, Brigadier General Yaxin sent a battalion-level force.

Qi Wei contacted the British allies and asked them to send out a company.

The British allies had experienced the Dongjing service and were not fooled. The British meant that they would not send troops in a small scale. Sending out a company would be sending heads. If they wanted to act, they would need at least a brigade. Even if they encountered the Chinese army, they could hold out for a while. If they couldn't win, they could run away because they had more people. Sending over a hundred people would just be sending them to die!

The British Alliance did not refuse the former airborne division commander's courtesy and sent them an Australian Kangaroo Company.

Qi Wei was not picky, as long as it was a human being, he would be fine. He fiddled with the heads in his hand, but still felt uneasy, so he decided to ask Han Jun for another regiment.