The sky gradually darkened, and there were no stars or mountains. There were only guns and cannons behind, shouts of killing, and occasionally a few flares that tore through the dark like lightning, telling us that the comrades of the 63rd Army were launching a final charge against the enemy of the Gloucester Battalion.

As I expected, the US troops in front of us retreated before dark. After all, their commanders knew very well that if they did not retreat at this time, they would likely become another surrounded force waiting for rescue from other troops.

Their retreat also declared that Gloucester Battalion could only fight alone. Perhaps it was because of a glimmer of hope for Gloucester Battalion to solve the problem. The US military sent more than a dozen fighter planes to surround the 235th Highland in batches and bombarded the volunteer soldiers who were besieging the Highlands.

In this mountainous area of ​​North Korea, even with the help of flares and radar, it is still very dangerous to dispatch fighter jets to bomb low altitudes in the dark, because if you are not careful, these high-speed planes will crash into the mountains.

This shows how much Li Qiwei attaches great importance to this rescue operation, but the ending is destined to disappoint him. Because I know that the 235th Heights that the Gloucester Camp is now stationed will be named Gloucester Mountain because of their entire army.

After a day and night of fighting, the soldiers of the 353rd Regiment fell asleep in the tunnel exhausted. But I couldn't sleep at all, not because I was not tired, but because I fell in the battle during the day to make my chest and back "fat" all over the place I lay down. As soon as I lay down, I felt a burst of heart-wrenching pain. Finally, I finally leaned against the wall of the tunnel and took a nap for a while, but after being woken up by the pain again, I couldn't sleep, so I decided to go outside with a gun alone.

But what I don't know is that it is dangerous to go out alone in this dark night. I had just walked a short distance and was almost beaten to death by the volunteer army's secret whistle. Fortunately, a veteran came up in time and got the right command.

It's not their fault. The supplementary soldiers who entered the North Korea this time were composed of 50,000 new soldiers and 7,000 veteran soldiers. In other words, only one of the ten supplementary soldiers was a veteran, and the others were new soldiers who had never fought. Most of these supplementary soldiers were supplemented with the Forty Army that had to continue to participate in the war.

What a recruit! It’s not strange that you will be so nervous that you raise your gun and hit the figure. It’s strange that you will hit it!

In order to avoid similar "thrilling plots" again, I walked towards the depth of the position. I thought that the sentry's eyes and attention were all staring at the enemy's direction. It was impossible that I was walking on my own position. He even killed me with a "bang" shot!

It turned out that my idea was correct, because no sentry jumped out to ask me for the command until I climbed up a high ground and watched the artillery fire of the 63rd Army in the rear fighting against Gloucester Battalion.

If someone says that it is not commendable for our volunteer army to encircle and annihilate an enemy battalion with one army. Then as long as he goes to this battlefield in person, he will find out how wrong this view is. Not to mention that the US military is organized as a battalion, it is almost a regiment of the volunteer army. Just looking at the planes, cannons and warships from both sides of the Taiwan Strait, we know that the enemy we are facing cannot be measured by the strength of a battalion.

"Woo..." With the roar of the plane, a huge black shadow flew over my head. With the light of the flares, I saw a transport plane dropping four or five boxes of supplies to the British Highland 235 defended by the British army. But it is conceivable that in this dark night, the British army only guarded such a small mountain. It would be good if they could get a box of supplies smoothly.

I guess the British army has almost run out of ammunition and food! I thought to myself that the US military has always attached importance to not leaving supplies to us, but now even though we know that most of the supplies will fall into our army, we still have to airdrop it desperately, which seems to be arguing.

At this moment, a few strange noises from the grass not far below attracted my attention. I couldn't help but slowly raise the rifle in my hand, but it was pitch black in front of me that I could not see anything.

Is it an enemy? Or is it an own person who comes out and breathes like me?

While I was thinking about whether to shout commands to them, a few vague English conversations made me sure that there was an enemy ahead.

"Be careful!" Only one British army whispered: "If the enemy discovers, we will be done!"

"I can't see the enemy's sentinels!" Another British army replied: "Where are these damn Chinese people hiding?"

"Shh! What you need now is patience!"

They were very close to me, and Daqing was only ten meters away. There were only two people who heard the sound. Maybe it was because of the sound of gunfire from afar. I noticed them until they climbed so close.

It was hard to deal with just two people... While thinking, I took out the m1911 pistol from my waist, and then whispered in English in the direction of them: "Shhh, I'm here, come here! It's safe..."

Then I raised my pistol and waited for them to climb over and one shot to solve the problem. But to my surprise, the sound from below soon made me realize that there were definitely more than two of them, and the black and wriggling butts as they crawled closer made me even more convinced of this.

Why am I so careless! Seeing this, I couldn't help but feel secretly hated. If I had observed in the grass for a while, I wouldn't have been like this!

But now that things have come to this point, I have to bite the bullet and continue pretending. After thinking about it, I turned around and endured the pain and lie in the grass like them, so that at least I can prevent them from seeing my face.

"What's the situation?" A British army who heard the sound of their commander climbed to me. When he opened his mouth, I smelled a strong smell of smoke, but he just came up and lowered his voice and asked, "Have you discovered the enemy?"

"No, sir!" I replied, "I didn't see a Chinese, but I think there was a battlefield nearby because I smelled blood!"

Only then did I fully appreciate the benefits of English in terms of title. I don’t know if the company commander or platoon leader next to me, but I just need to call him “sir” and that’s right, just like I don’t know if the other party is an uncle or uncle, but calling him “uncle” is right, otherwise my first sentence will be missed.

"Very good!" The chief nodded, as if he admired my carefulness and judgment: "I observed this position before dark. There was a regiment of Chinese troops stationed here. I really couldn't believe that they could actually repel the attack of our reinforcements!"

"Sir!" a British soldier asked in a low voice: "Since you already know there are Chinese people here, why do you choose to break out from here?"

"The more dangerous the place, the safer the place!" The British commander pointed to the volunteer position below the high ground and said: "The main task of the Chinese army below is to block our reinforcements, so all their attention is to focus on the front and they will relax their defense behind. And the Chinese army besieging us, they never thought that we would choose to pass through the positions of their friendly troops, so this is our only opportunity. If we pass through here, then we will be safe!"

After hearing the British commander's analysis, I couldn't help but secretly admire him. Our regiment was really as he said. I thought that one army of the 63rd Army would be able to escape if they were fighting around Gloucester Battalion, so I was not prepared for my own rear. After breaking through the Gloucester Battalion, the comrades of the 63rd Army were thinking that there were comrades of the 40th Army guarding this place! The enemies were almost crippled by us, so how could they dare to run in this direction? So...

Alas! This Gloucester Battalion is really not easy to deal with, so I even asked for trouble. If I had nothing to do, I could hit a company of British troops even if I had nothing to do.

"But sir!" At this time, a British army said worriedly: "We have never discovered the sentries of the Chinese army. They should have set up secret whistles. It is almost impossible for us to pass through them without knowing it. If we hit them, we are afraid that the remaining bullets we have not enough to do this..."

"Well! It depends on our luck!" The chief gritted his teeth, looked at the watch and ordered: "Break through in five minutes. When I gave the order, everyone was allowed to run forward, not turn back, and not rescue the wounded!"

"Yes!" The British soldiers around him responded in a low voice.

At this moment, I couldn't help but have a sudden inspiration and whispered to the British commander: "Can I make a suggestion? Commander!"

"Tell me!" The British commander nodded: "This may be your last words!"

"Sir!" I calmed down and said calmly: "Give me some time, I can go around the other side of the enemy's position to lead the enemy away. Then you will be much safer to break through."

"It's a good idea!" The British commander nodded: "But you..."

"Don't worry about this!" I pretended to be righteous and said, "I think it's worth it, but I need a machine gun and a few grenades!"

"No problem, you are a good person!" The British commander quickly ordered his subordinates to upload a few grenades, a machine gun and three magazines, and then explained: "All machine gun bullets are here, you have a quarter of an hour, good luck!"

"I wish you good luck too!" I thought to myself, I have also tricked this only machine gun bullet, see what you can fight against the volunteer army later.

After shaking hands with the commander, I turned around and crawled in the other direction. Where I passed, the British army climbed up one after another to shake hands with me, and said some goodbye, which made me feel a little unbearable.

So I couldn't help but gritted my teeth, got up and ran a few steps, hid in a bullet crater, then turned around and set up a machine gun and said to the British army: "I am the Chinese People's Volunteer Army, you surrender! I can guarantee your life safety!"

"What? Are you crazy?" The British soldiers still didn't believe what I said, and some of them even laughed, thinking that I was joking.

"This is no joke!" I aimed at them with the black muzzle of the machine gun, and put my fingers on the trigger to make a stance of shooting, which forced the British troops to believe this fact.

"Gentlemen, I don't want to increase unnecessary casualties!" I persuaded the British soldiers: "It has been so far, and you know that you cannot escape successfully. Don't say whether you can escape from my machine gun, as long as the gunfire sounds, you will be surrounded soon!"

"Are you really Chinese?" The voice of the British commander came from the darkness. He still didn't believe that he lost like this.

"Look at this!" I took off the cotton hat on my head and threw it over.

"Damn it, it's so fucking hell!" After the British army opposite took the cotton hat, there was a burst of scolding soon.

"Surrender!" I continued to persuade: "You have no bullets anymore, don't resist meaninglessly. Doing that has no meaning except to die a few more people!"

My fingers were tightly pressed against the trigger, and my palms were sweating. To be honest, it was fake not to be nervous when facing dozens of well-trained British soldiers alone, but I think it is worth a try.

Most Orientals are ashamed of surrender, so many armies would rather die than surrender, such as the Volunteer Army and the Vietnamese. What is popular in these armies is to tie a grenade on their bodies and leave it for themselves. When the ammunition and food are exhausted and the food is to be captured by the enemy, they will sound the grenade rather than surrender. This is what we often call glorious bullets.

But the idea of ​​European and American countries is not the case. When they fight until they are out of ammunition and food, or when they persevere to the last moment of life and death, surrender is not a shameful thing for them. Even if they surrender, they will still be regarded as heroes because of their fighting deeds one day.

Western countries have always attached importance to life. It is natural for them to preserve their lives when they cannot change the situation of the war. This is also the reason why more than 700 people in the Gloucester Battalion fought to the end and 459 people surrendered. This does not mean that they are cowardly, timid, have weak will to fight or have no courage.

This is the difference between Eastern and Western cultures. In our eyes, it is a surrender that is afraid of death. In the eyes of Westerners, they have tried their best. When they fight to the last moment, they surrender with honor...

This is why I dare to persuade a group of British troops to surrender with a machine gun. If I am now on the battlefield of the Vietnam War, pointing a machine gun at the Vietnamese Communist Party with a "glorious bullet" tied to each person, it would be no different from seeking death.

At this time, the British soldiers who were at the end of the line were a little dishonest. Perhaps they thought I couldn't see it or something, so they wanted to sneak away from behind. I picked up the machine gun and pointed it at them. Only the British soldiers quickly shook their heads back. At the same time, the gunshots woke up the volunteer soldiers who were sleeping in the tunnel. They quickly grabbed the guns and ran out to the position, and then sent a company to encircle the guns here.

"Okay!" As the last glimmer of hope for breaking through, the British commander raised his hand and stood up slowly and said, "We surrender, you must keep your promise and ensure our personal safety!"

"You can trust me!" I nodded and replied, "You can also trust the Chinese army. Our Chinese People's Volunteer Army will not kill prisoners!"

"I have heard of this, so there is no need for you to say more!" The British commander seemed a little dissatisfied with me. After spitting a mouthful of water on the ground, he turned around and ordered his subordinates behind him, "I order you to put down your weapons and surrender, you have done your best!"

Then with a crackling sound, the British soldiers stood up one by one, untied their weapons and piled them in front of me.

There was a sound of footsteps behind me. I knew that the soldiers were catching up, so I hurriedly shouted behind me: "Liberate the New China!"

"Serve the people!" With a familiar voice, Zhao Yongxin shouted unexpectedly: "Is it Deputy Battalion Commander Cui? What happened to the gunshot just now?"

Before he finished speaking, he saw a figure flashing and Zhao Yongxin ran up. When he saw so many British soldiers standing in front of him, he was stunned. Then he raised the rifle in his hand like a conditioned reflex.

I quickly snatched up and pressed his rifle: "What are you doing? Didn't you see them all holding their hands?"

"They..." Zhao Yongxin was stunned when he heard this. After watching it for a long time, he realized it, but he still asked a little disbelief: "All surrenders? Deputy Battalion Commander Cui... so many people? You, are you alone?"

At this time, more and more soldiers climbed up the mountain gathered, and they couldn't help but be stunned when they saw this strange scene.

"Deputy Battalion Commander Cui..." The old squad leader also came up and asked in confusion: "What's wrong with them? I looked at these soldiers, like the ones we fought with... What's the name of Gloucester Battalion! Isn't it very good to fight? Why did so many people get you captured the prisoners at once?"

"It's not easy?" I replied angrily: "Didn't you see the machine gun in my hand? They have no bullets anymore. I'm just picking up a ready-made one!"

"Oh!" The old squad leader touched his head, but still shook his head and felt a little disbelief.

"My name is Cui Wei!" I put away my gun, walked to the British army and handed a cigarette to the British commander.

He simply took the cigarette and put it in his mouth, then took out the lighter and lit it naturally, then shrugged and said, "My name is Ultra, Wells, and other than that, if you want to know something from my mouth, you are wrong!"

I smiled bitterly, thinking that I might know much more than you: "Mr. Wells, I just want to tell you that I didn't have to risk fighting you alone just now. I have a quarter of an hour to call my troops to surround you. At that time, I think your fate is different from now!"

Hearing this, Wells' hand holding the cigarette couldn't help but stop in the air. After thinking for a while, he nodded and said, "Thank you!"
Chapter completed!