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In the bitter winter of 1950, I crossed the 38th Line (14th) and I ventured down the mountain to get rice cakes

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On this day on the 11th, we lost our beloved old squad leader, Li Chenxi, who, despite his experience in hundreds of battles and rich battlefield experience, still did not escape the air fire of the US army.

At night, the enemy stopped attacking, but the flares kept rising into the air, illuminating as bright as day. The battalion headquarters called the commander of the Feng Company and The Lin Instructor to a meeting, and our Ninth Company suffered nearly 30 percent of the casualties on this day, which was not bad compared to other companies.

When the company commander returned, he conveyed a new order to us: At midnight today, the regimental headquarters and most of the troops retreated to the rear one after another, the seventh and eighth companies of our 3rd battalion retreated according to the order, and our ninth company had to retreat for at least half a day, planning to retreat by camera after noon on the 12th, and when retreating, all the weapons and ammunition that could be discarded and useless materials were discarded, and it would appear that they fled in a hurry and fled all the way.

On the evening of this day, all the dry food of everyone had long been eaten, even the soybeans and potatoes were gone, we caged the sacrificed comrades together, some of the comrades who were bombed were already mutilated, we tried to find some limbs and pieces, barely patched together, and found some white cloth to wrap the sacrificed comrades intact and bury them together, I took one last look at the old squad leader, thinking how good it would be for the old squad leader to escape this disaster!

In the bitter winter of 1950, I crossed the 38th Line (14th) and I ventured down the mountain to get rice cakes

After the busy busyness, it was almost two o'clock in the morning, and everyone's stomach was grumbling with hunger, and they had no choice but to eat at all. Feng Lianchang touched his stomach and said, "Dog Day, the stomach is hungry and grumbling, tomorrow I have to top half a day, I don't have to eat or drink, why don't you do it!" ”

I then said, "Company commander, let me go down the mountain to my hometown in North Korea to get some food, there will be a fierce battle tomorrow, and now I have to eat something to say anything!" ”

Feng Company Commander said: "You are a melon baby, your courage is not small, you are not afraid of American devils?" ”

"Don't be afraid, I have seen thatched houses at the foot of the mountain at the foot of the mountain, how can I get some potatoes to eat?"

"Go, be sure to pay attention to safety, when you encounter the enemy, don't love to fight, if you can hide, if you really can't hide, as soon as you shoot, we will go to meet you after we hear it." Instructor Lin said as he swapped my Garand for a carbine and gave me two more magazines, which were much lighter than Garlander and not weak in medium-powered bullets.

I took the gun and, by the moonlight and the flickering flares, ran down the hill.

Not long ago, I arrived at the foot of the mountain, only to see five or six thatched houses side by side on one side, the thatched houses in North Korea are very distinctive, much like a tea tray, there is a side on all sides, there is a window on the side of the door, very low, do not know that it is a small door; there is a special place to put shoes, if people want to enter the door, put the shoes on the side of the door.

In the bitter winter of 1950, I crossed the 38th Line (14th) and I ventured down the mountain to get rice cakes

I think that at this time the North Korean compatriots should have been asleep, knocking on the door is best to be lighter, so I was about to knock on the door to shout Armani, suddenly heard a burst of snoring inside, obviously there are many people, at least three or four people purring, I immediately vigilantly raised the gun, quietly rushed to the door to carefully put up the ears to listen to the sound in the house, I judged that there must be something strange in this room, so I slowly pulled open the door, through the moonlight, only to see a class of puppet troops sleeping on the kang inside; because there were seven or eight steel helmets next to it. We volunteers don't have that.

My heart cried out, "It's dangerous," and if I had just knocked on the door, I would have woken up this group of puppet soldiers. It seems that the North Korean compatriots are also fierce, and I quietly closed the door again. Looking around, I remember that the main house of the average North Korean villager's home was next to the kitchen or the second room.

So, after I went around, I went to another thatched hut, listened to the movement, quietly opened the door, and when I saw that there were three large vats inside, I said yes. Walk in, look into the big vat, all are rice cakes, I picked up a piece of chewing, really sweet, and dates, and still hot, I was very happy, I put the carbine on the ground, both hands and use both hands to grab the rice cake from the big vat and stuff it into my clothes pocket, until the four pockets are all stuffed, it is not enough, so I tied the blouse in the pants, and then opened the top button, just on the front chest and loaded a lot of rice cakes, it felt almost the same, so quietly withdrew, a little careful slowly did not make a sound around the main house, After more than fifty meters away from the thatched hut, he ran toward the mountain, but fortunately, although the U.S. army's flares rose one after another, most of them were just shouting.

In the bitter winter of 1950, I crossed the 38th Line (14th) and I ventured down the mountain to get rice cakes

North Korea's Jujube Cake (from the Internet)

After I returned to the company, the company commander and the instructor all came around and asked me, "Seashore, did you get it?" I smiled and patted my bulging belly, and without saying anything, I took out the rice cake.

When Feng Lianchang looked at it, he was so happy that he was about to cry, and while saying, "Okay," he turned back to his brothers and whispered, "Zhao Haibin has found the grain, and the big guys are coming to share the food." ”

Instructor Lin hugged me and choked up and said, "Your boy has made a meritorious contribution and saved everyone's life!" ”

While pulling out the rice cake, I said, "Instructor, look at what you said, I have done such a little thing, can I still make a contribution?" ”

"How can I not reach it, how can I reach it?" Feng Company Commander said loudly while tapping me the shoulder.

Everyone was sharing half a piece of rice cake, and Xiao Tai muttered as he ate it: "It's delicious, it's the first time I've eaten rice cake!" ”

I was very happy, watching them eat rice cakes, my heart was sweeter than honey. Every comrade-in-arms ate half a piece of rice cake, this stomach finally a little hot, my heart remembered the old squad leader, thinking that if he was in the good, he had suffered so much, if he lived until now, he could eat white rice cake, still hot, thinking about it, I don't think my eyes were full of tears.

Early the next morning, at dawn, first the planes, then the cannons, in short, it was still the same. In the morning, we repelled three more counter-attacks, by which time everyone was almost free of bullets, each with only a few three or four grenades, and the company commander asked everyone to place grenades on the edge of the trenches in front of them, waiting for the enemy to attack for the fourth time.

At this critical moment, the familiar trumpet sounded in our ears, and I breathed a sigh of relief and said yes, this time I can't die. At this time, the enemy attacked again for the fourth time, and the commander of the Fenglian shouted that everyone had thrown out all the grenades, and none of them were left.

All of us threw out the grenade in one fell swoop, and almost exhausted the last bit of strength to throw the last one, and the enemy was really frightened, especially as soon as he saw our grenade, he immediately turned around and ran back with a rolling belt.

We straightened out the team, and finally took a look at the big dirt bag buried in the old squad leader, followed the team and retreated, and the big guys walked while putting useless bullet bags, bags, crippled guns and other things, all the way, all the way to lose.

When I stepped out of the ground for almost a mile, I listened to the cannon fire in the rear position, and I didn't need to ask if it was definitely covered by American artillery.

In the bitter winter of 1950, I crossed the 38th Line (14th) and I ventured down the mountain to get rice cakes

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