Volume 3 The Third Battle Chapter 2 Walker
Bread, canned food, and beautiful English songs coming from the radio. Although the volunteers did not understand what was being sung, they were still moved by the beautiful melody.
Inside the air-raid shelter, I hid in my military blanket and hummed along with the music. I had never felt so comfortable since I came into this world.
I brought that radio back from the battlefield with my last bit of strength. I had been telling Captain Chu that I had heard intelligence from the Americans on the radio, and now I finally had something as physical evidence. But at first, the soldiers were a little reluctant to see me listening to American music.
"Why do you listen to the Yankees' stuff?" Hu Zi was outspoken and asked bluntly, "What's so good about that American devil woman yelling in there? And... she's still the company commander? What kind of style is that?"
"That's right!" The other soldiers noticed the dissatisfaction: "We still like to listen to our folk songs. I wonder if there is any in it?"
"No!" I felt a little aggrieved. The signal of the domestic radio station was not good and I couldn't find it no matter how hard I tried.
"Go away...what do you know?" Fortunately, the old squad leader came to my rescue: "Do you know how Platoon Leader Cui knows so much about the American devils? Aren't they the American devil women yelling in there? We don't understand, but Platoon Leader Cui...it's Company Leader Cui, Company Leader Cui understands! What? It's so easy to get intelligence on the devils, and you don't want it? If the reconnaissance company were to do this, how many lives would be lost?"
"That's right!" The soldiers suddenly realized what the old squad leader said.
Hu Zi touched his head in embarrassment and said, "Um... Captain, I don't know anything and I always make mistakes, don't blame me. Just listen to me... I won't bother anymore!"
After saying that, he ran away from me, as if he was afraid to disturb me, which made me feel a little amused and helpless.
"Huh……"
At this moment, the music on the radio suddenly stopped, and then the voice of an American announcer came: "According to the news from the front line, at 11:20 this morning, a car accident occurred about three miles south of Uijeongbu. A military vehicle collided with a jeep, and a man in the car died on the spot. It is confirmed that this man is Lieutenant General Walker, commander of the Eighth Army..."
"Walker is dead?"
I also know from modern data that Walker died in a car accident, but I didn't expect it to happen so soon. The Korean War had only been going on for more than 20 days, and Walker, who was called the "Bulldog" because of his vigorous and bravery, died...
"What? Who died?"
"Walker!"
"who?"
"Oh!" Seeing my comrades all looking at me in confusion, I explained, "An American, the commander of the Eighth Army, died in a car accident!"
"Commander... Commander? Commander of the Eighth Army? Dead?" Unexpectedly, my explanation surprised my comrades even more. They all looked at me with disbelief.
" You mean, the Yankee commander is dead?" Hu Zi asked in disbelief, "Does that mean we won?"
"You wish!" The old squad leader snorted in response, "The death of a commander will stop the Americans from fighting? We should just pack up and go home? You're still asleep, aren't you?"
"Of course it's not that easy." Zhao Yongxin waved his hand and continued, "But the Americans lost a commander, which will definitely deal a heavy blow to their morale. In addition, they have suffered two major defeats in a row, so I'm afraid they don't want to fight anymore. We are not far from victory..."
"That's right! If we just put in a little more effort, we can drive the Yankees back into the sea!"
"Yes! Throw all the reactionaries into the sea and feed them to the turtles!"
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The soldiers were laughing and talking loudly, but I was the only one who turned off the radio and went into bed silently. Seeing their excitement, I really didn't want to dampen their confidence and morale, and even if I told them, they wouldn't believe it.
Walker's death may not be a good thing for the Volunteer Army, because once he dies, he will be replaced by Ridgway, who will cause great casualties to the Volunteer Army.
Thinking of Ridgway, the terrifying thing about him was that based solely on the combat records of the previous two battles, he was able to see through the secret of the Volunteer Army's combat - the logistical supplies were seriously insufficient and the combat could only last seven or eight days.
So he named the offensive of the Volunteer Army the Sunday Offensive, and had no contact with our army during the first seven or eight days of the Volunteer Army's offensive, waiting until the eighth day when our army ran out of food and ammunition to launch a counterattack.
At this point, after suffering successive defeats, the UN forces finally launched a large-scale counterattack against the Volunteer Army.
Although the casualties of our army and the UN forces in the first few battles were comparable, and even the casualties including non-combat losses were less than those of the UN forces, the casualties . The US military even suffered the deaths and injuries of tens of thousands of Volunteer Army soldiers at the cost of a few hundred casualties.
At this time, our army was overly optimistic because of the two victories. Just like my comrades who were excitedly discussing the victory, the whole army was thinking about defeating American imperialism and then packing up and returning home.
Thinking of this, I tossed and turned in bed and couldn't fall asleep, so I simply got out of the cave, holding my gun.
Under the moonlight, against the backdrop of white snow and pine branches, a soldier on guard in the front, carrying a rifle with a fixed bayonet, stood straight and motionless, forming a beautiful scenery in the night where the sound of artillery could be heard faintly.
The moon in the sky was very round and bright, and the cold light, cold snow, and cold wind made me shiver uncontrollably and hug my hands tightly.
"Captain Cui!" I don't know when Jin Qiulian came out and handed a sheet.
"It turns out to be Comrade Xiao Jin." I silently took the sheet and put it on.
"Comrade Xiao Jin, what's wrong with you these past two days?" I couldn't help but ask in surprise, "Weren't you very talkative in the past? Why haven't I seen you bickering with me these past few days? I'm really a little uncomfortable with it."
"Company commander, I..." Jin Qiulian hesitated to speak.
"Tell me! If you have any difficulties, just ask me! I'm a new official and I'll start with three things..."
"I'm a little cold, can you come in?" Jin Qiulian pointed at my sheets.
"Ah? This..." I hesitated for a moment, but before I could agree, Jin Qiulian lifted a corner of the quilt and came in.
I felt a little embarrassed. Although this was nothing in modern times, if other soldiers saw me, they would probably say "What kind of style!" But I could clearly feel Jin Qiulian's petite body trembling next to me. I couldn't bear it, and I didn't want to chase her away.
