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On June 25, 1950, in the early hours of the morning, the Korean War broke out as Kim Jong-il took command of more North Korean troops.

At the beginning of the war, the people's army led by Kim Il Sung was like a hot knife through butter. In just three days, it captured the capital of South Korea, Seoul, and advanced south in full force. Two months later, almost all of South Korea was occupied, driving Li Cheng-wai's troops to a corner of Busan Peninsula. However, the United States Army commanded by MacArthur, under the banner of the United Nations, suddenly landed in Incheon, catching Kim Il Sung by surprise and defeating the Popular Army. The United Nations military had cut off the Korean People's Army's retreat at the waist area of the Korean peninsula. Seeing that the army was about to be completely wiped out, they had no choice but to ask China for help. In this way, Jin Yicheng made himself a piece of shitty shit and let China wipe his ass. The Chinese government sent out volunteer troops to fight in the war because of the cold shoulder of the lips. At that time, there was a wave of resistance to the United States and aid to protect the nation, calling for young people to join the volunteer army and fight against American imperialism.

Even though he was usually fearless, once he heard that he was going to be a soldier, he would think, "War will result in death. Bullets on the battlefield don't have eyes, so I'm not going to be a soldier."

Rong Chen was the son of the village's private school teacher. He had lost his mother when he was young and had taught his son for a living. Rong Chen had followed his father for a few years, but because of his mischievous nature, he had been infected with the habit of stealing chickens and dogs since he was a child. The villagers did not have a good impression of Rong Chen, but due to the old man, they had to keep their distance from him. Not long after that, Mr. Rong also died of an illness, which made him even more free and unrestrained. The villagers hated him to the bone and wished they could drive him out of the village. At the beginning of winter this year, the recruiting came and asked the young people in the village to join the volunteer army, resist the United States and aid the dynasty, and protect the home and the country.

However, none of the young people in the village enlisted into the army. In order to mobilize the young people to respond to the call, the village chief, Chen Maali, first sent his eldest son, Chen Yulu, to join the army. They thought that once someone set an example, the other youngsters would respond positively. However, they didn't expect that no one would be willing to join the army. In the minds of the local peasants, going to war in Korea was like going to die. No wonder the peasants had such thoughts. War inevitably led to death, and there was no one-sided war in history. Both sides of the war would always suffer casualties. It is to go hunting, and you, as a mere attacker, are sometimes wounded by beasts. The Northeast had been ruled by Japan for forty years and sealed for forty years. Before that, the people had never had any contact with the Communists, had never had any contact with the Kuomintang, and knew nothing about the concept of the Communist Party or the Kuomintang. Thus, the people of the old liberated areas were no better at awakening than the people of the old liberated areas, unlike the people of the old base areas, where their mothers sent their sons to serve as soldiers and their brides to send their sons to war.

So he called the young men of the village to the brigade and made them sit down on the kang and reflect: When the country is in trouble, everyone has a responsibility to share the country's burdens. You must join the army and protect the country. However, there was still no response.

"You should feel honored to be part of the army," said Chen. "To join the volunteer army is to protect the family and the country, and each of us has a responsibility. Our China is lacking in everything, but we do not lack in people. There will always be people farming for food, so, you can be assured to become soldiers. "You should stop thinking about the trivial matters of the family, and stop being tormented by those thoughts. It's better to think about as many good things as possible."

"All of you close your eyes, yes, yes, all of you close them, and think of the good things, the good things, the good things, the good things that have happened to you. For example: North Korean women are very beautiful, you think of their white breasts and round buttocks, you are willing to go to Korea to fight. "

"A good man's will is everywhere, don't keep thinking about those big girls and little wives in the village. Those country women don't even take a bath during the winter, if you touch them, the sh * t on their butts will even break your hands."

Chen Malik had his kang set on fire. The kang was so hot that he could hardly sit still. Rong Chen was sitting on the brick bed. He was a man who loved to move, so he could not sit on the brick bed any longer. Thus, he moved his butt a bit. This move was caught by Chen Ma Lie in time and he said to everyone, "Look, this person, Rong Chen, has some thoughts. Alright, I'll count you as one!" So he picked up the pen and wrote down Rong Chen's name on the list. Rongchen was about to say something else when Marek Chen waved his hand at him. "Don't say anything more. It's settled then. Let's go to Korea and enjoy the bliss of women!"

"Korean women wear skirts. They think the pants are for men. How nice it is to wear a skirt, loose, not like pants, narrow and narrow, with your buttocks wrapped in it and unable to grow. The buttocks of a dress are unrestrained, so they grow big. You all went to protect them. You all went to protect them, the beautiful emperors, that's why you all came to protect them. "

Chen Ma Lie looked around one by one. "How is it? All of you are starting to miss women, right?" You! Think about it, think about it, think about it as much as possible. "

"Maybe when you think about it, that thing in your crotch isn't peaceful anymore, alright? "Then let them all live comfortably, and be full of energy. All of them will focus on thinking about women, and try their best to pick up the pretty faces, the big and round buttocks, and the beautiful faces."

"That's right. If I close my eyes and think about women like this, I won't feel wronged being a man."

The bald man was also sitting on the kang. At first, he looked calm, but the heat from the kang kept rising, first into his tattered cotton pants, then into the lice in his cotton pants. The lice in his crotch were so hot that they began to crawl. This action did not escape Chen Ma Li's eyes. "Look at that kid, Gen Fu's awareness is high. Now that I think about it, I have an idea."

The lice kept crawling in his crotch, and he wanted to scratch it again, but decided against it. Just now, he had been thinking about women with his eyes closed. The penis in his pants pocket rose up and down, and the penis's head turned purplish red, just like his bald head. Above him he imagined the Korean women, below him the Korean women he imagined. After being tortured from head to toe, he could no longer sit on the brick bed and jumped off. "Damn it, I can't take it anymore. I'm a volunteer!"

Chen Manlai laughed, "That's right, this is what a man should be like." With a pen, he wrote the name of Bald Root Fu on the list.

Chen looked at the others and continued, "You who are afraid of death, what's there to be afraid of? If you come to Korea, you will be a martyr and a hero. Look at the eastern graveyard, how many people are there, which one of them is a hero? "Which is the martyr?

"Korean women are really pretty. Every Korean woman is a piece of swan meat. Look at you, all of you have your heads down, all of you look like bears. You are just like toads. If you guys go to Korea, fight bravely and become heroes, then you toads will become frogs princes, beauties love heroes, and you guys will have the chance to eat swan meat. In the field of bracts and in the forest, wherever you want to be, there will be chaos.

In this way, under the carelessness of Chen Mahalei, the quota for joining the army had finally been filled.

Chen also organized the villagers to have a grand farewell ceremony, let the young army enlist in the red, with a vision of Korean women, bravely set off.

These recruits, without any training, many of them didn't even know how to use guns and were sent straight to the Korean battlefield. After a few years in the private school, he was left behind to train and prepare to be assigned to the company as a cultural instructor in the future. During his training, he had heard many rumors about the front lines of North Korea, especially about the napalm bombs dropped by American aircraft. After the explosion, there was a sea of fire, in which the volunteers howled and were instantly scorched. A napalm bomb, as the name implies, is a bomb loaded with napalm, initially to attack a target in water. On the Korean battlefield, the U.S. military began to use a lot of them in the field of battle, but the Chinese People's Volunteer Army endured the brutal bombardment of napalm to a final victory. When he heard about the napalm bombs, Rong Chen was filled with fear. He finally found one and escaped from the training class.

If you were a deserter, you would have been shot at during that extraordinary period. He went out for the night and the wind, running madly all the way until he finally fled back to his hometown. After he ran away, the army sent people to his hometown to investigate, but they found no trace of him, so they left the matter at that.

By the time he had fled to his hometown, it was already the beginning of winter. Snowflakes were still floating in the sky, and the world was covered in a vast expanse of whiteness. At this moment, he knew that he was homeless. If he were to return to the village and get caught, he would definitely be shot. He could not help but feel a pang in his heart. He wandered around the village and unknowingly arrived at the eastern cemetery. This graveyard that he had talked about when he was young didn't have the slightest trace of fear in his heart at this moment. Wandering among the graves, he suddenly discovered an ancient tomb built with green bricks. An idea suddenly occurred to him; this was a very good place to hide. He circled around the ancient tomb and found a hole. It seemed like the fox had made a nest here. He entered through the hole. There was indeed a nest made by a wild beast, so he was sure that this was not a tomb robber's cave.

Rong Chen discovered that the coffin in the tomb chamber had rotted and scattered bones. He cleaned up quickly and found some bowls, plates, and other buried items. They were probably the most useful utensils used by the deceased, and he could tell that this was a tomb in the late Qing Dynasty. He also found a clay pot, which he used for storing water, and a copper pot in the corner of the tomb. He turned it over and over in the light of the snow, but it didn't look like a wine pot, because the mouth of the pot was too big for dumplings to be poured out, so it wasn't a teapot, and he suddenly realized that it was a chamber pot, or a urinal, and that he would use it to cook dumplings later. But then he thought, where can I get dumplings? I'm afraid I'll never get the chance to eat dumplings again.

He made a bed in the tomb with the remains of the coffin board, picked up some hay in the graveyard, and spread it on the coffin board. Because of the long days of camping and tiring, he fell asleep on the hay. The world of the living and the dead was actually close at hand. Perhaps it was just outside the village, up and down the mountain, or even above the ground — it was also common for the Yang Mansion to be accidentally built over the tombs of the ancient people. Naturally, it was no surprise that the living would occasionally enter the world of the dead. He did not know how long he slept before he woke up with a bright ray of sunlight shining through the opening of the tomb. Warmly, he stretched his waist and sat up, wanting to climb out of the hole to look for something to eat. Suddenly, he heard a clamor and listened quietly for a while. After waiting for an unknown amount of time, the mourners finally finished burying the dead and left. He was glad to be able to eat the offering, so he stuck his head into the hole and observed for a while. The alert spirit of someone who didn't know what was going on made him think he was a scout!

When he was sure that the mourners had left, he crawled out of the tomb and found the newly buried grave. There were many offerings and a bottle of white wine, and he was surprised to find a box of matches the mourners had left behind when they burned paper. He took the offerings and was about to turn around and return to the hidden ancient tomb when he suddenly discovered a rooster. As it turned out, the local custom was to bring along a rooster, called a guide chicken, and the banner carried by the eldest son at the front of the funeral procession was called the Soul Guiding Banner. These two things couldn't be missing from the funeral, otherwise, the soul of the deceased would get lost in the underworld. He returned the offering to the tomb where he was hiding, turned around, and chased the rooster. After much difficulty, he finally caught the rooster in a bush. He picked up some more dry branches and happily went into the tomb, where he quickly made a small fire, burying the rooster in the fire. After a while, the tomb became very warm, and the smell of roasted chicken filled the entire tomb. After about half an hour, when the chicken was cooked, he plucked at its charred feathers and began to eat. He poured more wine into a bowl he found in the tomb, sipped it, and closed his eyes in pleasure. Then he suddenly remembered Confucius' words, which said, "One should never be tired of eating." It was purely about eating chicken eggs. Actually, the finer the food was, the worse the taste. For example, a chicken's meat was the most delicious to eat. Only then would it be able to taste the original flavor. He then thought about it, Confucius had only been a bandit of Lu Kingdom for three years in his life, and today, this official position was equivalent to the dean of Shandong Provincial High School. In his later years, Confucius had written down some ancient books and thus received some courtesy. The true meaning of his term "to eat to one's heart's content" was to choose the best raw materials and to process them as precisely as possible, in order to achieve the desire to "be kind to the extreme" and to "bow to the best of his ability" when it came to making sacrificial meals. The true meaning of his term was "to eat to the best of one's ability". This was a good thing, the villagers all wanted to learn from Confucius. When the village was still being sacrificed, every year when they went to the grave, the food should be made more meticulously.

Rong Chen looked down at the bowl in his hand again. This was a bowl from the Qing Dynasty, but it was from a civilian kiln. It was obvious that it belonged to a civilian kiln as he used his hand to scrape it. After he finished his wine, he came out of the tomb and plucked a few more amaryllis. It seems that this winter, I will have to eat wild vegetables, I hope that more people will die in the village, I can still eat more offerings. Back in the tomb chamber, he used the copper urinal to boil a pot of stew, very slippery and tasty. When he had finished his soup he lay down on the pallet and went to sleep, and that was how he spent the winter.

In the blink of an eye, the sky had turned bright. There were many sunny spring days in the north, and the sun's rays fell gently from the sky onto the ground, on the newly sprouted grass, and on the trees. A blackbird landed on a nearby mulberry tree. It chirped a few times on the branches and then hopped about the grass, looking for food. A moment later, it arrived at the entrance to the tomb, tilted its head, and looked into the tomb. On the grass of the graveyard, there were some pretty flowers, yellow, white, blue, pink, butterflies fluttering in the middle. It was a very weak butterfly, only the size of a human fingernail, but they kept flapping their wings, flying from flower to flower, sometimes chasing each other and playing around, looking very happy. In addition to the butterflies, sparrows, swallows, and pheasants were also flying overhead, letting out happy cries and happy cries. They were also very happy and happy. The grass on the hillside looked tender and green from afar, giving off a sweet scent. At the sight of all this, a sudden desire to continue living arose in me.

Summer was fast approaching, and wild vegetables were growing. Occasionally, he would pick up some wild eggs, and with nature's open and generous bosom, he nurtured all the living creatures in his embrace. Like a dormant animal, he crawled out of the tomb to breathe in the fresh air of the wilderness. In addition to digging wild vegetables, he also dug up some wormwood, dandelion, withered summer grass, and yellow grass. The wormwood was the old herb, and the villagers were called wormwood. Rong Chen cleaned the grass, then put it in a copper urinal and boiled the black liquid. Then he poured the liquid into a bowl and poured it into his stomach. The medicine was bitter at first, but after a while he felt a coolness in his stomach, as if a cool breeze were blowing in it, and a sweet smell was in his mouth. In addition to teaching, Rong Chen's father, Elder Rong, liked to read medical books. Rong Chen also occasionally looked at them, those ancient medical books were originally dull and difficult to understand, but from just a few words, he found out that Chen Yin, Dandelion, Prunus vulgaris, and other common weeds all had the effect of clearing away heat and detoxifying the poison. After hiding in the tomb chamber for the entire winter, it was inevitable that his body would start a fire. He would drink dandelion soup to clear the fire and remove the poison.

The weeds he could not finish, he washed them with water, hung them up, dried them, tied them up in small bundles and hung them on the wall of the tomb and on the roof of the ticket. Not long after, these weeds were everywhere, even the coffin board was covered in hay. Every night, Rong Chen would sleep with the scent of these weeds … He even hung a fire rope in the tomb. After igniting the fire rope, a faint smell of burning weeds permeated the air. It was a very pleasant smell …

The so-called fire rope, in fact, was a rope that the farmers had made with artemisia selengensis and the others, coiled into a plate, which continued to burn darkly after igniting, but it burned very slowly. In that era, almost all the families who smoked in the dry smoke had it, and during their leisure time, people would gather and chat, lighting the dry smoke was more convenient. On one hand, it would purify the air in the tomb. On the other hand, it could be used as a tool to repel mosquitoes, and on the other hand, it could be lit while you slept. It would allow you to sleep until dawn and not be bitten by mosquitoes. Rong Chen hid in the tomb chamber until he was discovered by the members of the club.

While Rong Chen was hiding in the tomb chamber, the 38th Volunteers attacked the White Horse Mountain and lost. The White Horse Mountain was a plateau, with plains to the east and one of the main supply lines of the United Nations forces to the south. The Volunteers had long wanted to take it down, and the United Nations Army was more of a priority, since it was full of mines. The barbed wire, tunnels, and concrete bunkers, with two South Korean division battalions and a fortified French battalion, were stationed at these small hilltops.

On this day, Kulgan Fu brought along three scouts to scout the enemy mine situation. For several days in a row, he had discovered that there was always a small group of South Korean soldiers who spent every day on the hillside, mining, and then returning the same way. He felt this pattern, and one night he led three investigators to a minefield, where three mines were laid and buried in the path of the South Korean Bremen. Then the four of them lay in ambush in the distant grass, watching the sun rise, and the small group of South Korean soldiers appeared again, each of them smoking a cigarette, wearing a hat askew, humming a little tune, as if they were going on an outing. As a result, he stepped on a mine planted by the bald man, and with a loud bang, he sent the small group of South Korean soldiers to the west. He was rewarded for his bravery and his bravery in battle.

On the eve of the 38 army's preparations for the attack, Gu Zhongjiao, the 340 cultural teacher, fell in with the enemy, unable to resist the temptation of the American army. He threw himself into the arms of the enemy with a yearning for money and a longing for beauties. This scum was also a cadre of the assault troops. He told the South Korean Army all he knew about the attack. Jin Zhong Wu, commander of the 9th Division of South Korea, was shocked. Was the Chinese ace army personally going to attack the White Horse Mountain with a knife? And his troops were still in sports!

Jin Zhong Wu quickly ordered the troops to send sufficient supplies and water to ensure that they would be able to hold on for more than a week, strengthen the 30th line of defense that occupied the left wing of the White Horse Highlands, and order the 28th Regiment of the reserve troops to complete their preparations.

Just like that, Jin Zhong Wu and his chief of staff, Pu Zhengxi, were ready for battle. This Park Chung-hee was later the third president of South Korea, the famous dictator, who died in an assassination attempt. His daughter, Park Geun-hye, was elected president of South Korea in 2012 and was also South Korea's first female president.

In the face of the nine divisions of South Korea, Jiang Huohui, the new commander of the 38th Army, knew that this battle would be a tough one, but the regiment remained determined and could only take the risk of a tough one.

Since the start of the war, the South Korean Army had been constantly losing, losing to the point of losing face. Under his command, they continued to gather defeated soldiers, urgently forming into a counterattack formation. More than ten thousand new recruits were mobilized to stand by from the back, and every time they lost a new regiment, they would immediately send additional officers, and they would quickly regain their fighting strength and charge again. Now that Golden Bell had gained the upper hand, he didn't care about the cost and was determined to fight Jiang Huohui to the death.

After all, the Volunteers were fighting abroad and could not replenish their manpower in time. Jiang's 38 troops fought a bloody battle for 9 days, wiping out 9,800 South Korean divisions and the French battalion, as well as 6700 casualties. After a few fierce battles, most of the veterans of the 9th Division who had participated in the North had died. However, the 4th Regiment was still not few in number. It could always maintain a full formation of 600 to 700 people per battalion. After all, the 38th Army was the "Myriad Years Army," and the attack force had resisted the onslaught of overbearing South Korean soldiers and amassed most of the high ground in the Baima Mountains. But the Americans had already transferred a large number of heavy artillery, and if they continued to fire, the casualties would be even greater. After calmly considering his options, Jiang Huohui made a painful decision — Retreat!

Just like this, because of the appearance of the Traitor's Valley's Flood Dragon, the surprise attack turned into a forceful attack.