The stories on the battlefield are wonderful, twisty, magnificent, and some are amazing... And this story is amazing, but also with a little comedy.
Song Huiguo, a native of Haiyang, Shandong, was originally a soldier in the Kuomintang 8th Army, and later revolted and joined the People's Liberation Army. When he entered Korea, he was a transport soldier in the 5th Company of the 18th Regiment of the 38th Army Logistics Department.
One night in November 1951, it was snowing heavily. Song Huiguo received orders from his superiors to send a cart of sorghum rice to the front. This period of time is the most crazy time for the US military to bomb our logistics line.
The enemy calls it a "strangulation war."
More than a thousand US planes bombed our logistics and transportation day and night, with the purpose of cutting off the supply of the volunteer front, breaking the strong defense line of the front line in turn, and winning chips on the negotiating table.
The convoy took advantage of the night to gallop towards the front line. When passing through an intersection near the original mountain, the sudden sound of air defense guards was a warning, and all the vehicles quickly turned off the lights and continued to grope forward. This kind of emergency situation has long been accustomed to Song Huiguo's transport soldiers.
At the front of the entire convoy was a Soviet gas car driven by Song Hye-kuo, accompanied by a recruit. The two each wore a Bobosha submachine gun, and Song Huiguo put the gun on his right hand side so that he could fight at any time.
When the car reached the intersection, the direction indicated was wrong due to the deliberate destruction of a road sign by the enemy. It was dark and there were no lights on, coupled with Song Huiguo's eagerness to hurry, without careful observation and too much consideration, he rushed out of his position with one foot on the accelerator, and accidentally hit and hit the car to the US position one kilometer away.
When Song Huiguo found that there was a light not far in front of him, he felt that something was wrong, and it was impossible for our army's position to have lights at night, so wouldn't it have become a living target for the enemy? He fixed his eyes on the surroundings again, and said in his heart that it was bad, this was the enemy's position.
Song Huiguo quickly turned around and drove back. But because of the nervousness, when reversing the wheel slid into the ditch on the side of the road, no matter how he throttled and changed gears, the wheel just couldn't turn up. Song Huiguo was suddenly sweating profusely.
Afraid of what is coming, at this critical juncture, there is a tarpaulin-covered American Avenue In front of me. The recruits in the co-pilot clutched the gun in their hands, ready to fire.
The U.S. military driver treated The two Men in steel helmets, Song Hye-kook, as South Korean soldiers, stopped the car not far from the two men, jumped out of the car, and gestured with his hand to show his willingness to help pull the car. The Americans did not expect the car to be a volunteer.
After all, Song Huiguo was a veteran of the battlefield, he calmed down, buried his head, and gestured to the other party with his hand: Thank you, no need to help. The U.S. military pilot didn't say anything more, opened a folding bucket and went down the hill to fetch water.
Song Huiguo saw the door of the cab of Dadaoqi looking at it, and the car had not yet turned off, so he suddenly had an idea and quietly ordered the recruits. Then, the two quietly got out of the car, touching the back of the enemy's car one left and one right.
He lifted the gap in the tarpaulin and looked, good fellow, full of American soldiers all sleeping soundly with carbines. Song Huiguo was secretly happy in his heart, this is the best fortune, we should make meritorious contributions. He motioned for the recruits, left and right, to go around the front of the car and into dodge's cab.
The recruits pointed their guns at the Yankees behind them and opened fire as soon as they spotted them; Song Hye-kook pushed the throttle and slid back in smoke. The snowy mountain road is slippery, very difficult to walk, and if you are not careful, the car will be destroyed and people will die.
But at this time, Song Huiguo only thought about the captives of this car, and did not care so much, and then the afterglow of the flares, slammed on the accelerator, rushed through the blockade line in one breath, and drove the car to the position of the volunteer army. The American soldiers in the car were unaware of the whole process.
The volunteers on the position saw that an American Avenue Qi rushed over, and immediately picked up the guys and rushed up, issuing a stop signal. Song Huiguo shouted loudly: "Quickly capture the prisoners, the car is full of American soldiers!" ”
After saying a sharp brake, he opened the door, jumped down with Bobosa in his arms, and rushed to the rear of the truck with the recruits. Don't think about it, this car of American soldiers all became prisoners of the volunteer army, a total of 25 people.
After returning to the regimental headquarters, the regimental commander praised Song Huiguo happily: "Song Huiguo, you will make a lot of money, a cart of sorghum rice, in exchange for a car of genuine American goods." ”
Song Huiguo was awarded the second class merit and became a well-known hero at that time; his legendary experience was also compiled into a comic strip and was widely known.
If it was the early days of entering the DPRK, the role of this cart of sorghum rice was immeasurable; but by the end of 1951, the Logistics Department of the Volunteer Army had been established for half a year, and under the leadership of Hong Xuezhi, the Volunteer Army had established an unbreakable steel transportation line, and the supply of the soldiers on the front line was sufficiently guaranteed, and it was no longer starving.
The old hero of Song in his later years lived in Chengdu, and when he was more than 80 years old, his body was still very tough!