Kim Jong-song did not break his promise. The next morning, the soldiers of the 538th Regiment and I boarded the train back to China as we wished.

Although this process is simple, it takes a lot of effort to do it. Several other railways leading to Sandeng Station were blown off during this bombing by the US military. Just as we were drinking happily at the celebration banquet, Kim Jong-song had already ordered people to repair these railways overnight. It is said that he also used thousands of migrant workers for this.

Of course, I knew very well that I didn’t have that much face, and that Kim Jong-song could organize thousands of migrant workers to build railways overnight for me. The purpose of building railways was actually to better and the materials that were stranded in Sandeng were still evacuated faster, in case the US military received information again to bomb.

But in some ways, I think I should thank Kim Jong-sung for coming down. Because the train that came to pick us up was already blown up when it attracted the attention of the enemy plane. It was Kim Jong-sung who used his power to transfer a train from Pyongyang, which allowed us to set off smoothly.

Although it doesn't matter to me that it's too late to return home one day earlier, for me who travels through time, I can't find any relatives or friends in China. I'm even a little afraid of returning home because I don't know what to do after returning home! Where to stay and where to go...

But this is not the case for the soldiers, and it is not the case for those injured and eager to return to their country for treatment. This can be seen from the smiles on their faces and the light in their eyes.

Some soldiers were anxious to look out the window as soon as they got on the train, and kept asking, "Why aren't you driving?", "Is the train broken?" The so-called homecoming may be like this, the soldiers!

Kim Jong-song, Regiment Commander Jiang and other People's Army soldiers also came to see us off. At the right time at 6 o'clock, a train full of volunteers and wounded and sick people drove away from Sandeng Railway Station with the sound of "I wish you peace all the way" and "goodbye".

Unlike the soldiers, although I also have the urge to return to my motherland to see, I think more about what should I do after I go back? If the troops take our month-long vacation after returning home, where should I go? I have no money or relatives, and I don’t even have a place to sleep when I leave the troops. Maybe I, the commander who is so mighty on the battlefield, will starve to death on the streets when I go back...

But then I realized that my concern was completely unnecessary.

This was later. At that time, I looked at the scenery that kept passing back outside the car window, and I couldn't help but feel mixed feelings. One year and six months, I came to the battlefield of North Korea in a confused manner from the beginning, and now I took a car to return home, and fought on the land of North Korea for a whole year and a half.

In the past year and a half, I have run back and forth on this land. Sometimes I run to the Yalu River, sometimes cross the 38th parallel, sometimes conquer the Western Front, and sometimes fighting the Eastern Front. In short, I run around this land in different ways, almost running around the small part of North Korea. I don’t know how many pairs of shoes were broken and how many times my feet were worn.

Now, I just sat on this wooden two-way chair with a "whip" and pulled me out of this place where I came from my life and died with a "whip".

I can't forget those things!

Looking at the hills gradually leaving me outside the window, the bloody battles that had experienced in North Korea appeared in front of me one after another. The company commander who died in front of me for saving me, the old squad leader who sacrificed his life to block the advance troops of the US tanks, Liu Mingquan, who fought with the enemy until the last moment in the Battle of Songgufeng, and thousands of brothers who were lying in North Korea and never returned...

Now I can go back alive, but they... they can't even go home with their bodies. When their families think about them, there is no place to worship! How great would it be if they could also sit on this train!

As I thought about it, two lines of clear tears burst out from my eyes involuntarily. I hurriedly turned my face and didn't want the soldiers to discover it. But Li Pinghe, who was sitting opposite me, still discovered something.

"Captain, what's wrong with you?" Li Pinghe asked in confusion, and the soldiers also focused their attention on me.

"Well, nothing!" I quickly rubbed my eyes and covered it up: "The sand ran into my eyes!"

"Hey, the car windows are not open! Why is there sand?" Most of the soldiers were scheming, and it became even more strange to hear this.

Only Li Pinghe was silent as if he understood something, and after a long time he said, "Captain, I want those comrades who died on the battlefield!"

"Yes!" Seeing Li Pinghe say this, I no longer avoided it. Looking at the white earth outside the window, I sighed and said, "They are not as lucky as us, and can still take the train back to China. When I think of this, I feel like I owe them..."

When all the soldiers heard this, they were silent, and they were all stunned at the land outside the car window, as if they were silently saying goodbye to their comrades who were staying here with their own eyes!

North Korea's railways are all single-track lines. The meaning of this is that all trains in North Korea share a railway, and there are no lights on the train. When crossing the cave, the whole darkness is so dark that nothing can be seen. I think this is why the trains still run during the day when enemy planes are rampant!

Although we are used to living in dark environments, most of the wars are night battles, and hiding in the tunnels during the day is also dark, but on this train running forward, we suddenly plunge into the darkness, which is sometimes still shocking.

The train is driving very slowly, maybe the speed of the train is so slow in this era! And because this railway is the only railway in North Korea, it is always on and off, and it is not close to the Sino-North Korea border until five or six o'clock in the evening.

In modern times, I knew that it only took six or seven hours to take the train from Pyongyang to the Yalu River, but now it takes twice as long.

When they were bored, the soldiers started chatting with a sanitary in the carriage. Because he was responsible for transporting the wounded back and forth, he followed the train back and forth for many years. From his mouth, we know that it is still good now. The air defense firepower of the Volunteer Army has been strengthened and even protected by the Air Force, so the train can reach it safely in more than ten hours. If this were the case, in the past, in order to avoid the enemy's plane, he would have stayed in the cave for several days...

Just as the train was about to arrive at Yalu River, the other end of the carriage suddenly started to riot. Just when I was not sure what happened, a correspondent ran to me and reported to me: "Captain, there are several public security bureaus over there, saying that we want to hand over all the bullets..."

"What? Hand over the bullets?" Hearing this, I couldn't help but stand up in confusion and look back. Sure enough, there were a few people wearing beige uniforms, pistols on their waists, and wearing the words "People's Police" on their chests holding bags and asking the soldiers to throw the bullets in! (Note: The beige uniform is a 50-type public security uniform, and the white-clothed public security uniform we are familiar with was designed in 1953)

This is great! Seeing this, I felt angry. We are soldiers, and fighting on the battlefield depends on guns. For us, guns are the second life. Now suddenly, some ignorant guys appear. They take a few broken bags and want to confiscate our bullets. Then why are you a soldier?

Thinking that I didn't say anything, I threw the cigarette butt in my mouth to the ground and walked up in three or two steps.

"Which part of you are?" I walked to the policemen and asked at the leading policeman without hesitation: "Who asked you to collect our bullets? What power do you have to collect our bullets?"

"Yes, what power do you have to collect our bullets?" The soldiers also stood up in a large area. Who are the soldiers of the 538th Regiment? They all fought to death on the battlefield for more than ten years. At this time, they stood up in unison, without having to use swords and guns. The power scared the public security bureaus in front of them half short.

"Comrade!" The leading policeman sighed loudly that he was in his thirties and seemed to be the heads of these people. He calmed down and saluted me and said, "Comrade, we are from the Andong Public Security Bureau. We, we are not here to confiscate your bullets, we are temporarily keeping them..."

"Then you don't have to bother!" I laughed and said, "My brothers! I don't have other abilities, but I still have the ability to keep guns and bullets! Isn't that? Americans, British, puppet troops, Turkish brigades... I can't count them. There are a total of sixteen countries. They all want to snatch the bullets in our hands! But..."

Speaking of this, I wanted to deliberately scare the policeman, so I came to the leading policeman, waved in front of him with a bullet, and said evilly: "The only thing they can steal is our warhead! The warhead we fired!"

With a "coax!", all the soldiers in the car laughed.

Especially Li Guoqiang, happily pulled out the pair of box cannons pinned on his waist and raised them in the air, and then said, "Those Japanese still use their heads to grab the bullet!"

With a "coax!", the soldiers laughed even more happily, and then more soldiers raised their guns to demonstrate to the police. They were afraid that the police would be pale and dare not say a word for a long time.
Chapter completed!