Chapter 85: The driver

The next night, just as the sky turned dark, Zhao Yongxin came with two cars filled with disguised roofs. As soon as the car stopped in front of the house, more than a dozen soldiers who had already prepared had climbed up. After I got into the driver's auxiliary warehouse of a car in front, the car fell one head and drove back.

"Hello comrade!" As soon as I got into the car, I handed a cigarette to the driver. The driver unexpectedly looked at me when he saw that I could speak Korean. He stopped him in his ear without saying anything. There was a moment of embarrassing silence in the cab. Although it was dark, I could not see the expression on his face clearly, but I believe it would never be a good face.

I couldn't help but murmur in my heart, thinking that Zhao Yongxin had offended these drivers, could it be that he didn't give him anything? Logically speaking, it wouldn't be possible. According to Zhao Yongxin, the People's Army's attitude towards the Volunteer Army is still very friendly, and no matter what, we have helped them fight.

"Where to go?" After a while, the driver asked.

"Well, this..." I took out the map and finally found a big location under the bumpy car and the dim light: "Drive towards Anxingli, I will tell you when I arrive."

"What's your name for comrade?"

"I've been driving for many years, have you?"

...

I lit a match bored and lit a cigarette. Seeing the driver skillfully turning the steering wheel and changing gears, I couldn't help but feel ashamed of my poor driving skills.

But the driver was also cool. No matter how I asked, he always kept a stern face and didn't speak. But the habit I brought to as a reporter was to break silence and raise topics, so I continued to talk unwillingly, finally... When I asked his grandmother if she had a lot of things, he stepped on the brakes hard, and the car stopped with a "squeak". The huge inertia caused by the emergency stop almost made my head hit the windshield in front. At the same time, a car behind also stopped, and everyone didn't know what was going on and shouted behind.

"Hey, comrade Volunteer Army!" He turned around and said to me, "Do you think we were driving out for a ride? If you do this, we might as well go back. I have three children in my family and one of them is hungry. I don't want to just accompany you to die!"

It's not that serious, I felt a little exaggerated when I looked at this guy's serious look, but soon I realized that the facts were much more serious than I thought.

When the car was on the road again, I noticed that the driver was very cautious. He looked up at the gray horizon from time to time while driving, or listened carefully to his ears. Sometimes in order to hear it clearly, he even turned off the engine. The headlights only drove on dangerous sections or in places with no moonlight at the foot of the mountain for a while.

I also seem to understand why the driver doesn't like to speak, and what the bad expression when I first met him means. Because for these car drivers, every departure represents a life-and-death choice.

At this time, the driver suddenly turned off the headlights, then turned the car at the foot of the mountain as quickly as possible and stopped the car. The engine was still whispering "thump...", while the driver was ready to drive again as if he was facing a great enemy.

Only then did I hear a rumbling sound from the sky, obviously a plane approaching here. The increasingly loud noise made me feel tighter in my heart. I couldn't help looking at the handle of the car door, thinking that if this was discovered by an enemy plane, the only way to survive might be to jump out of the car and escape.

The driver seemed to see through my thoughts, hummed softly, and a contemptuous smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

With a sudden "sky", a flare exploded in the nearby sky, which immediately shone the surroundings into pale. Fortunately, the roof of the car was full of branches. At this time, the car parked at the foot of the mountain looked down from the plane and saw a clump of grass. After turning two circles, the plane flew away without finding anything.

The driver then breathed a sigh of relief and drove the car back onto the road.

"You guys who take the car can jump out of the car and run away when they are found!" The driver smiled bitterly and finally spoke: "But we can't drive anymore. We have to race against the plane in such a big car. Once we are found, few people will survive."

I couldn't help but remain silent, thinking that I did have the idea of ​​jumping into the car just now, but it would be reasonable to jump into the car and escape. It's impossible for everyone to stay in the car and accompany such a big target to die.

But thinking about it, it’s really painful to be a driver. At least we will see the enemy and can grab the gun and fight with the enemy. But when driving a car and hitting the plane, there is no other way except to hide. The most painful thing is to make for the car and the material on the car. They cannot jump off the car until the last moment...

The car just drove on and off the bumpy road. Although I encountered two reconnaissances by enemy planes, the driver avoided it without any danger. This made me admire the driver's driving skills from the bottom of my heart. It should not be said to be technology, it can be called art. Thinking of the two driving times, it was really one in the sky and one underground.

The car finally arrived at its destination in the middle of the night. Although the speed was a little slower, the journey was smooth. As soon as I jumped out of the car, I took the soldiers to the mountain to dig equipment. As soon as I dug up the equipment, I didn't care about anything. I grabbed a few magazines and stuffed the grenade into the bullet bag, which made my whole body feel sober that I felt so refreshed.

Then we rushed to the car with great enthusiasm. The words left by the driver before we came, we must rush back to Seoul before dawn, otherwise we will never be able to go back.

Fortunately, the material equipment was nailed in wooden boxes in advance, so more than a dozen soldiers loaded them all into the car in less than half an hour.

"Okay, let's go!" I climbed into the cab again and threw it to the driver a small bag of canned food and biscuits. He didn't say anything, but he spread the biscuits and stuffed them into his mouth and bit them while starting the car.
Chapter completed!