Chapter 10: Team Leader (This chapter is free)

"Comrades in Volunteer Army, Comrades in Volunteer Army..."

Shortly after Cui Xixuan passed, more than a dozen people quickly walked out from behind the hills, leading a middle-aged man outside fifty years old. In the night, he was wearing a black fur coat, faintly revealing the yellowish military uniform inside. He knew he was a big man at a glance. He was still dressed up in this outfit. No wonder he had to hide when he saw the troops and dared not show his true face.

With a "bang...", when he approached, he saluted us upright and said, "The commander of the 15th Division of the People's Army, Kim Jong-sung, on behalf of General Kim Il-sung, and on behalf of the Korean people, welcome you."

"Hello comrade! Hello comrade..." Before we could return the gift, Kim Jong-song shook hands with us one by one. His wrinkled face and bloodshot eyes were full of excitement, and he kept saying: "Thank you for your hard work, comrades! Welcome! Thank you, thank you..."

It didn't matter if he asked each other like a rooster pecking at him, but it was just a pain for me, as the translator, following him, constantly saying those flattering words to his comrades, feeling very awkward.

"Do you have a plane?"

At this moment, I suddenly heard someone ask in Russian, turned my head and noticed that there was a Soviet man with a mustache. He was crossing his hands and looked at the volunteer army still marching disdainfully.

"Oh, this is the Soviet advisor of the 15th Division, Comrade Vikowski." Kim Jong-song introduced me in Korean: "He wanted to know if the comrades have planes."

"No!" I replied directly in Russian.

Who told me to be a reporter? As a reporter, I have to be able to say more things in a few countries. Now I have to act as a translator again.

"Um?" Seeing that I could speak Russian, a strange look flashed across Vickosky's face, he glanced at me with an unexpected look, and then asked, "Do you have cannons?"

"No." I replied coldly.

"Where is the tank?"

"No!" I gritted my teeth, and a nameless fire rose in my heart.

"So why do you go to war? Are you just relying on these Japanese equipment?" Vickosky pointed at the 38th hood in the hands of the volunteer soldiers beside him and chuckled.

Kim Jong-song and his group obviously understood Russian. The excited expression quickly faded from their faces, replaced by disappointment and helplessness. The death-like silence quickly drove away the enthusiasm just now.

It is said that all the backbone of the Korean People's Army are veterans who have returned from China and the Soviet Union. Seeing that these people know how to speak Chinese but can understand Russian, I think it is also an army composed of backbone of the Soviet Union! No wonder they don't know how powerful the Chinese People's Liberation Army is, no wonder they don't know that the People's Liberation Army has defeated the strong since ancient times, no wonder they don't know that the Chinese soldiers...

"What's wrong!" I felt that the atmosphere was wrong and I didn't translate. Captain Chu couldn't help but ask.

"Report to the commander." I came to my senses, stood up at the commander, and said, "They think we don't have planes, cannons, and tanks, so I asked us why we go to war?"

"Ball!" Captain Chu became angry as soon as he heard this, and his originally pale face instantly turned red.

"Why?" Captain Chu grabbed the 38th hood beside him, shook his strength in front of them, and shouted loudly: "Why? With this 38th hood, you can't beat it and escape here. See us to tear them away..."

After saying that, he ignored Jin Zhongsong and others who were embarrassed, joined the marching team, but... Commander Chu's marching habits were also strange. Why did a guard pull him in front and a guard push him in the back? I looked at the little Shandong standing beside him in confusion.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Shandong also looked at me in confusion.

"Why did the leader walk like that?"

"Oh! I'm still talking about what's going on!" Xiao Shandong grinned.

"Our regiment commander had an operation a few days ago, here!" Xiao Shandong compared his waist: "What is it... acute appendicitis, right? Before the blade was sealed, I went to the battlefield. The belt couldn't be buckled and it hung around my neck. It hurt so much that I couldn't walk. I asked one to pull the other in the front and push the other in the back."

"Then the knife has not been sealed yet, so let's go to the battlefield?"

"Who gave it up?" Xiao Shandong shook his head helplessly: "The superior asked the group leader to talk to the group leader several times. But the group leader just refused to agree, so he insisted on coming, saying yes..."

Before I knew it, I stopped. The shock in my heart was indescribable. I could not imagine that a person could give up his warm and comfortable home, come to this foreign country and get hungry and cold, or even throw his head and blood. What I couldn't imagine was that he had a very good reason not to come.
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