Siheyuan: A Family of Loyal and Brave People

In late November, North Korea entered a cold winter. Heavy snow fell from the gloomy sky, wrapping the earth in a silver dress.

A cold wind was howling in the mountains of northern North Korea. Cheng Hao, wearing a thick military coat and a felt hat, followed the team closely, carrying the kitchen team's big iron pot on his back as usual.

The snow started falling last night, and by morning the ground was already covered with a thick layer of snow, roughly reaching above the calf. Once you stepped into the snow, it took a lot of effort to get out, and the marching speed of the 702nd Regiment was greatly affected.

Fortunately, the people in front had trampled the snow firmly, and following these footprints, Cheng Hao and He Yuzhu were able to keep up with the speed of the main group this time.

We have to keep up, it's not like October now. If we fall behind, we will basically freeze to death in the snow.

Marching in extreme weather can easily result in combat casualties and is an act against the will of nature.

The reason why the 702nd Regiment did this was to avoid the US military's aerial reconnaissance and attacks in order to reach the target location within the specified time.

The importance of air supremacy in modern warfare is beyond doubt. The volunteer army, which lacks air power, can only use the weather to minimize the enemy's advantage.

However, even so, the enemy's air force still posed a serious threat.

Cheng Hao raised his head and was about to wipe the sweat off his face when he suddenly noticed three black spots in the distant sky that were expanding.

"Hide, everyone hide!"

As the orders were conveyed through shouts, the marching columns immediately dispersed, hiding their bodies behind the snow on the ground.

Needless to say, it was the enemy's fighter planes approaching from the sky.

Cheng Hao had encountered this situation more than once during the march and had some experience in dealing with it.

When he pulled He Yuzhui and hid behind a nearby pine tree, a rumbling sound of an engine was heard above his head.

He Yuzhu poked his head out from the snow, wanting to see what the enemy plane looked like, but the next moment, several tongues of fire appeared in his sight.

"Danger!"

Cheng Hao pulled He Yuzhu back and used a marching pot to cover the plane.

"Da da da……"

The dense sounds were like the ticking of a typewriter, and the bullets fired from the machine guns on both wings of the enemy plane were like flowers scattered from heaven, falling into the white snow on the ground.

"Woo~"

Cheng Hao didn't dare to look up, but he could clearly hear the painful groans coming from not far away. It seemed that someone was unfortunately shot.

The enemy's Twin Mustang fighters were equipped with six 12.7mm machine guns, which were extremely powerful. One bullet was enough to make a big hole in a person's body.

However, the injured volunteers tried their best to suppress the pain and did not stand up and scream, thus exposing their position.

After a round of strafing, the enemy planes, not seeing anything unusual on the ground, began to return.

Only after the enemy had gone far away did the soldiers of the 702nd Regiment take off their camouflage and check on the condition of the wounded.

Cheng Hao quickly stood up, brushed the snow off his body, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

The bullet just flew past them, and if they were not careful, they would die instantly.

Before Cheng Hao could come to his senses, a burst of urgent shouts came from not far away.

"Health worker, health worker, hurry up!"

I saw a volunteer soldier holding his injured comrade and shouting for help.

The soldier lying in his arms had big holes in his shoulder and abdomen. The blood gushing out dyed his military uniform red. The scarlet hot blood dripped onto the white snow, dyeing a large area red, forming a tragic picture.

Cheng Hao just stood there and looked at him solemnly, without saying anything, nor going over to help. He knew very well that the soldier who was shot was already beyond saving. His abdominal organs were shattered and twisted into a ball, and he could not be saved even in the best hospital, let alone in the harsh conditions of ice and snow where there was a lack of medical care and medicine.

After spending some time on the battlefield, Cheng Hao gained a new understanding of the human body.

The human body is actually very fragile, and just one bullet is enough to end a life.

There was no miracle. Soon, the strong soldier stopped breathing and fell into a long sleep. His comrades kept calling him in his ears, but unfortunately he could no longer hear them.

"Brother Hao."

He Yuzhu pursed his lips and shook Cheng Hao's arm, his eyes full of sadness.

"There is no turning back, we can only keep moving forward!"

Cheng Hao did not comfort the little brother, but just picked up the equipment on the ground and prepared to continue moving forward.

The 702nd Regiment still has a mission to accomplish and will not stay here just because of the death of a few people.

Those loyal soldiers who died before reaching the battlefield could only be hastily buried in the snow to be dealt with later.

“The enemy aircraft were terrible.

These birdmen, I really want to shoot them down!"

The departure of their comrades did not crush the morale of the soldiers of the 702nd Regiment; instead, their fighting spirit became even stronger.

"The light weapons we have are simply not enough to deal with aircraft. Let's save some bullets and kill the ground troops."

I have to say, this is a very heartbreaking thing.

In the early days of the war, the volunteer army lacked effective surface-to-air weapons, especially small units, which found it difficult to pose a threat to the enemy's air force.

They could only suppress their anger and hatred in their hearts and take revenge on the enemy army.

Cheng Hao patted the big iron pot on his back and stared at the rifles in the soldiers' hands for a moment.

Shooting down airplanes with a rifle is not a myth, but a real case.

However, the conditions for this type of play are too harsh, and it is a huge test for the shooter's shooting skills.

Cheng Hao thought to himself that after maxing out his speed, maybe he should add points to his skills.

Once you have maxed out your skills, you might be able to try to give the enemy pilots a little shock.

……

After several days of arduous trek, when the 702nd Regiment crossed the mountain pass, a vast ice surface appeared in everyone's sight.

It was an ice lake called Changjin Lake, and it was also the destination of everyone's trip.

The 702nd Regiment traveled a long distance to come here just to cooperate with friendly forces and the th Corps that came to support North Korea to fight against the advancing enemy forces.

During the first battle, the United Nations forces led by the United States misjudged our country's determination.

No one expected that our country would be so decisive in sending large-scale troops to fight in North Korea.

Due to their carelessness, a large number of troops were outflanked and annihilated by our army, resulting in heavy losses.

The UN forces, having suffered a loss, immediately decided to fight back. They were too arrogant and thought that my country just wanted to create a military buffer zone to protect the industrial zone in the border area. They did not expect that my country was determined to drive them out of the invaded land.

For this reason, the 9th Corps, which was originally in the south and preparing to liberate Taiwan Island, rushed north urgently. They did not even have time to change their clothes and went straight to the front line in thin military uniforms.

"Whoo~"

The 702nd Regiment arrived at the destination and took a short rest on the spot. The hot air exhaled by Cheng Hao condensed and fell before it could float away.

The temperature at this time was already minus twenty degrees Celsius, and it was freezing cold. Even wearing thick winter clothes, Cheng Hao still felt cold.