"Hello comrade!"

"Welcome you comrades!"

...

Speaking of Seoul, we only ran forward for more than half an hour before entering the city. We thought we might get angry with the enemy's defeated generals, but we didn't expect that as soon as we entered the city, we were surrounded by a group of people who could speak Chinese and hold five-star red flags in their hands.

"Comrade, are you Chinese troops?"

"Yes! We are the Chinese People's Volunteer Army." The soldiers answered carefully. Because of my previous warning, they still held guns in their hands to prevent the people from getting too close.

"Great! I finally saw my own troops." Those people didn't care about so many. When they heard that we were Chinese troops, they immediately snatched up, sending flowers, and giving food, which made the soldiers feel overwhelmed and at a loss. The scene was chaotic for a while.

"Comrade, we are Chinese too! I am from Shandong!"

"I'm from Sichuan!"

...

The people introduced them one after another, and the soldiers realized that they were overseas Chinese living in foreign countries and couldn't help but relax their vigilance.

When I met my fellow villagers in this foreign country, I couldn't help but say a few words in my hometown dialect and talk a little bit. But before I could finish it, I remembered my hometown because I saw my fellow villagers. Many soldiers were really crying with their noses. Especially those new recruits, some even hugged their fellow villagers and cried...

But I was the only one who kept looking at me without saying a word, nodding on the surface and talking to the fellow villager in front of me, but from time to time I glanced at a middle-aged man who covered his mouth and nose with a cotton hat.

It was nothing strange to cover his mouth and nose with a cotton hat. The only thing he had was the heavy basket in his hand, which was definitely not like food. Moreover, he had never opened the white cloth hidden on it and took out anything from it.

Seeing him rushing into the crowd, I also approached him intentionally or unintentionally. After a while, Xu Feng also brought his troops up, making this section of the street even more crowded and lively.

Maybe he saw that the time was ripe, and his right hand was about to stretch into the basket, but as soon as he was about to move, I kicked the basket he grabbed in his hand away, and a pack of explosives rolled out. Good guy, if he had successfully detonated this, I'm afraid that few people on the street would be able to leave alive.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the guy took out his pistol from his waist and was about to run away, but he was soon hit by several volunteer soldiers with guns and pulled his gun.

The villagers quickly understood what was going on.

"It's a spy!"

"Kill him!" Someone took the lead and shouted first. The villagers rushed up in anger and punched and kicked the spy, but the soldiers couldn't stop them. When the crowd dispersed, the spy had already spitted blood and fell to the ground, and it was only half a life.

"Good job!" Xu Feng came up and handed me a piece of paper: "This is the "Code of Disciplines for Entering Seoul" issued by the Joint Command, which is required to abide by the entire army!"

"Yes!" I saluted, picked up the code and looked at it briefly, and sighed that it was strictly forbidden to catch and kill randomly, no random entry into private houses, no random purchases, and the implementation of the three major disciplines and eight precautions, etc. I passed this document to Instructor Zhao casually. It is more appropriate for the instructors to do such political propaganda work.

In fact, even if this document is not issued, the volunteer soldiers have always been rigorous in their military management, and even if most of them are hungry, they will not do anything that will damage their image. But the People's Army is different. They are in a stage of a clear class position. This time, most of the people in Seoul retreated with the puppet army, or even retreated desperately (it is very dangerous to wander outside in the cold winter). This has something to do with the horror brought to the people when the People's Army occupied Seoul a few months ago.

"Comrade, where are you going?" the villagers asked enthusiastically: "We can't help, it's okay to lead you the way."

"Where are you going?" Xu Feng and I couldn't help but be stunned when we heard this. Usually, we would fight wherever there was an enemy. Now the enemy ran away and there was an empty city left. We really don't know where to go.

"That..." After thinking for a while, I said, "Why don't we go to the Presidential Palace of Rhee? Taking the Presidential Palace will only be considered as taking Seoul, right?"

"Yeah!" Xu Feng nodded in agreement, so the group rushed to the Presidential Palace under the leadership of the villagers.

The Presidential Palace was not far away. After running on the road for more than half an hour, the group came to a large iron gate. The iron gate was not locked, and the soldiers pushed in as soon as they walked in, but as soon as they walked in, they stunned the soldiers.

In the middle is a road with street lights and stone paved with stones. There are various flowers and plants planted beside the road. There are several small paths connected to rockery, pavilions, fountains, and corridors... Flowers and plants surround a big house like the White House. It seems that Syngman Rhee is not only pro-American in thought, but also pro-American in the Presidential Palace.

"This... is this place where people live?" The soldiers couldn't help but smack their tongues. They usually live in thatched huts and squeeze in air-raid shelters. They never thought that there would be such enjoyment in the world. Looking at this house, this garden was like a place where gods lived.

Seeing this big show, they usually don’t frown when facing the enemy’s plane cannons, and they all walked forward carefully, as if they were afraid that they would compensate if they broke some of their treasures.

Syngman Lee really enjoyed it. I walked in front of the team carelessly. It is said that when the People's Army occupied Seoul six months ago, it would definitely cause major damage to the Presidential Palace. Now it is only more than three months before he recovered Seoul. In this situation of shortage of material resources in war, Syngman Lee actually still has money to rebuild his Presidential Palace.

When they walked into the Presidential Palace, the soldiers screamed. They saw the most magnificent houses in the world: the living room, bedroom, dining room, study, piano, floor-standing satin curtains, hundreds of gorgeous clothes and hundreds of pairs of leather shoes in the wardrobe. The floor-standing radio in the mansion was still on.

I pushed open a small door next to the bedroom and found it was a large bathroom of dozens of square meters. The brazier used for heating was still burning. As soon as the faucet on the bathtub was still hot, I couldn't help but shouted to the soldiers in surprise: "Take a bath! Comrades..."

The soldiers cheered, and took off their clothes and went into the bathroom if they thought it was too crowded, so they put a basin of hot water and put it out.
Chapter completed!