Siheyuan, Shazhu: I have both parents in this life

Chapter 126: Lost in the chase, 'Ice Sculpture' 6-hit combo, lend a hand?
He Yuzhu heard shouts of "Surrender and you will not be killed!" coming from afar.

Then people jumped out of the vehicles, discarding their heavier weapons, and ran away incredibly fast.

After clearing out the enemies around the vehicle, He Yuzhu got in and saw a heavy machine gun, a bazooka, and some ammunition, which he immediately took.

Then he ran to the next vehicle. He didn't need to capture any more prisoners; the important thing was to collect as many useful items as possible.

Before they had even collected a few vehicles, several jeeps came speeding down the road, armed with heavy machine guns that sprayed bullets at anyone they saw, regardless of whether they were on their side or not.

He Yuzhu was almost swept away. Startled, he ducked and crawled into the truck bed, where a series of clanging sounds were heard.

Several bullets even pierced through the carriage and landed with a clang near He Yuzhu.

As the machine gun fire faded into the distance, He Yuzhu finally breathed a long sigh of relief, cursing under his breath, "Damn it, I almost died. These guys are really ruthless when it comes to escaping."

He Yuzhu lay on the hood of the car, aimed his gun at the last car, and fired several shots. The car screeched to a halt on the road.

He Yuzhu jumped off the truck, grabbed his gun, and ran toward the vehicle. He was going to chase after the other vehicles, which must have officers on board.

When they arrived at the location, they dragged all the bodies off the vehicle and glanced at them; the oldest was only a captain.

He Yuzhu lost interest, got into the car, sat in the driver's seat, shifted gears, stepped on the gas, and the jeep sped off.

When they were about 60 or 70 meters away from the car in front, He Yuzhu slammed on the brakes, jumped into the back seat, grabbed the M1 heavy machine gun from the car, and started firing at the car in front.

The machine gunner in the lead vehicle was only focused on what was in front and didn't look behind at all. He Yuzhu had only fired half a belt of ammunition when the vehicle in front stopped.

He Yuzhu returned to the driver's seat and continued driving. When he passed that car, he glanced at it. Everyone inside was dead. There were officers inside, including a major and two lieutenants.

He Yuzhu continued to chase in his car, but when he reached a Y-shaped intersection, he was at a loss. There were tire tracks on both sides, and they were all new. One side was Anzhou, and the other side was Ningyuan.

He followed the direction with the most tire tracks, but he got lost as soon as he started driving. There were many forks in the road ahead, so he could only follow the tire tracks.

He ran out of gas while driving, so he had to refuel. Luckily, he had some gas in the car, otherwise he would have had to walk.

It was pitch black, and he wanted to go back, but he didn't know the way. There were mountains all around him, and he kept getting confused as he tried to remember.

Thinking that Ningyuan should be heading towards Changjin Lake, He Yuzhu thought to himself, "Since I'm already here, I might as well go and take a look." He gritted his teeth and continued driving.

By the middle of the night, He Yuzhu was freezing. He tried wearing two layers of clothing, including a half-length coat and a military overcoat, but it still wasn't enough.

He stopped the car, put it directly into his spatial storage, and, using the moonlight and the reflected light from the snow, roughly surveyed his surroundings before finding a ravine and disappearing inside.

Sure enough, the wind subsided a lot. After searching around, he finally found a tiny cave that was big enough to fit in. He covered the entrance with his coat, went out of his spatial storage, lit a lantern, and started taking out food and drinks. He had been eating fried noodles almost every day for the past month and was getting sick of it.

There were many dishes that had been prepared and put in the space before, and they were still hot when taken out. After eating two lunch boxes of vegetables, three large white steamed buns, and a pot of hot water, He Yuzhu let out a satisfied burp, and then he felt a little sleepy.

He forced himself to make a makeshift warning device at the cave entrance, consisting of a tin can and a rope. He then went back into the cave, covered himself with two military overcoats, and fell fast asleep.

He didn't know how long he had slept, but in his hazy state, He Yuzhu heard the roar of an airplane outside. He sat up with a start, patted his face, put away his military overcoat, and went to the cave entrance.

He removed the military overcoat blocking the hole, and the light outside almost blinded him. He shielded his eyes with his hand to adjust for a moment before peering out.

There was nothing around, not even the canned food, and no footprints in the snow. He had eaten so well last night that he slept very soundly.

After putting away his coat and canned food, He Yuzhu scooped up a handful of snow from outside and rubbed his face vigorously. The biting cold instantly sobered him up.

After relieving himself outside the cave, He Yuzhu quickly washed up, ate three donkey meat sandwiches, and then left the cave with his M1.

Just as he was looking at the vast expanse of white and not knowing where to go, the sound of an airplane came from above again. He looked at the direction the plane was flying, and then at the direction of the sun. After confirming that the plane was flying east, He Yuzhu began to move forward in the snow following the direction of the plane.

Half a day has passed, the jeep is unusable, and the enemy planes in the sky are just for show; who knows if they'll fire a burst of bullets or drop a couple of bombs?

He walked for a whole morning without encountering any friendly forces or enemy troops.

After finding a sheltered spot to have lunch, He Yuzhu realized that walking like this wasn't a solution, so he started walking along the side of the road.

In the afternoon, he encountered people—no, he should say a convoy—of the Bald Eagles, with tanks, armored vehicles, and trucks, roughly the size of a battalion. He Yuzhu didn't provoke them; this wasn't a military unit.

Lying in a snowdrift by the roadside, he overheard a conversation; these guys were the vanguard of the 7th Division of the Bald Eagles.

After the convoy passed, He Yuzhu didn't dare walk on the roadside anymore and went straight up the mountain. He walked until it got dark. Just as he was thinking of finding a place to rest, he heard the crunching sound of footsteps on the snow. It wasn't just one person, but at least dozens of people.

He Yuzhu immediately lay down and turned his gun toward the direction from which the sound came.

As the sound drew closer, He Yuzhu could roughly determine that it was a company of soldiers by the reflection of the snow. Only when they got closer did he realize that they were his own men.

He wore a thin, khaki-colored military uniform, with towels covering his ears and neck to block the wind.

"Company commander, when will we reach that ridge?"

"Dead Eagle Ridge should be here soon. It's marked on the map as just over that mountain."

"We've crossed so many mountains, how come this peninsula is all mountains and so cold?"

"Stop talking so much nonsense. You're a platoon leader, don't bother the soldiers."

"Yes."

The two people at the front were less than five meters away from He Yuzhu, and although they spoke softly, He Yuzhu could hear them clearly.

“Dead Eagle Ridge? Why does that sound so familiar?” He Yuzhu was lost in memories, of course, of his past life.

"Comrades of the Sixth Company, keep up the good work, we're almost there!" A voice came from the middle of the ranks.

“Dead Eagle Ridge, Sixth Company? Ice Sculpture Company?” He Yuzhu suddenly realized something. Lying on the snow, he stared intently at the team in front of him.

"To help or not to help?" This question kept lingering in his mind.

"Can I help? Yes, but the question is how. Anyone would be suspicious if I suddenly produced a batch of cotton-padded clothes and dry rations, especially on a battlefield in a foreign land." He Yuzhu was caught in a dilemma.

He wanted to shout, "You don't need to go to Dead Eagle Ridge, you won't find the enemy there."

But is it possible?

the answer is negative.

Facing these most lovable people, he gritted his teeth and finally spoke up: "Which department are you from?"

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!" The team came to an abrupt stop, and all the gun barrels were pointed in his direction.

"Don't get agitated, I'm one of us."

"Put down your guns." The man who had been encouraging the team earlier walked towards He Yuzhu.

Which part are you from?

"The 1st Company, 3rd Battalion, 141st Regiment, 98th Division, 6th Army!"

"*6th Army, aren't you in Qingjiangchuan?" At this moment, the company commander who was walking at the front ran over, but the platoon leader next to him had his gun faintly aimed at He Yuzhu.

"I got separated from the main group."

"You got separated? Did your side lose the battle?"

"No, we chased the enemy too fast and got lost."

"Then why did you come here? I remember that place is about 100 or 200 kilometers away from here. We're from the 9th Army Corps," said the 6th Company Commander.

"I was chasing the enemy in my car, but I got lost."

"you alone?"

"Yes."

"Young comrade, you're really brave. Are you asking for directions?" the 6th Company Commander said again.

In fact, once they heard He Yuzhu speak fluent Beijing dialect, their doubts were dispelled. And when they saw his military uniform and heard him give the exact unit number, they knew he was one of their own.

At this point, the army had just entered the peninsula, and the enemy didn't even know how many troops had come, let alone their unit numbers.

"I can't go back by myself. The car ran out of gas halfway there, and the roads are full of American and South Korean troops. How can I follow you?"

"No, we have a special mission and can't take you with us. Head in the direction we came from. You should meet our people in about a day. After this battle, they can send you back."

"Okay, then I'll stay with you tonight and leave tomorrow, is that alright?"

"That's fine. Company Commander, I, as the political instructor, can handle this, right?" The 6th Company Commander did not answer.

"Sure, you're in charge of living arrangements anyway, as long as it doesn't affect the mission."

"Alright, then we'll have to trouble you, young comrade. We still have a long way to go, and you'll have to walk back by yourself tomorrow. By the way, what's your name?"

"Comrade Instructor, my name is He Yuzhu, deputy squad leader of the first squad, first platoon, first company, third battalion, 141st regiment."

"I didn't realize you were a vice class monitor. Are you 20 already?"

"16."

The entire 6th Company fell silent. At the age of 16, they had come to fight in this icy, foreign land, which fueled their hatred for the bald eagle and their determination to accept this war.

"Let's go, Comrade He Yuzhu. It's getting colder and colder. This isn't the place to talk." The instructor waved to He Yuzhu.

Once He Yu joined the team, the soldiers started asking her questions.

Are bald eagles easy to fight?

Do South Korean soldiers look just like us?

"You're only 16 and you're already the vice class monitor? How did you manage to become one?"

"Was this gun a captured weapon?"

He Yuzhu answered each question in turn, without praise or criticism, stating the facts objectively, and not including his special case, as that would affect his comrades' judgment of the enemy.

As he was talking, he noticed that the company commander and political instructor had come to his side.

Then the soldiers stopped asking questions, the company commander pulled He Yuzhu aside, and the political instructor followed.

"Comrade Xiao He, I would also like to ask a few questions."

"You asked."

"Was everything you just told the soldiers true?"

"Yes."

"Did you forget something?"

"No!"

“You didn’t mention yourself. Being a deputy squad leader on the battlefield isn’t something a greenhorn can do. You’re a new recruit this year, right?”

"Yes."

"Tell me about yourself. If you didn't have some skill to chase the enemy in a car and become a squad leader, then all of your gear must be from captured weapons, right?"

"Yes."

"Alright, that's not how you ask questions. This is our own comrade, are you interrogating a prisoner?" the instructor said. "I'm used to it, I'm used to it."

“Tone it down, Comrade Xiao He. Say what you can say, I’d like to hear it too.”

He Yuzhu thought for a moment and then began to talk about what happened after crossing the river. Of course, he wouldn't talk about what was going on in his own army, but only about his company, and he also gave a general overview of his own situation.

After he finished speaking, the 6th Company Commander and Political Instructor remained silent for a long time.

The 6th Company Commander then said, "Your 1st Company is excellent, and Comrade Xiao He, you are even more excellent."

"Yes, we only knew it would be a tough match, but we didn't expect it to be like this."

"Instructor, it's me."

"I know what you're trying to say. We have no reason to keep you here. Besides, this mission is indeed special. You have to go."

"Oh!"

"If you were my soldier, I would make you a platoon leader."

"Alright, stop talking nonsense. Do you even have that authority, platoon leader?"

"Can't I try to win him over? He's a top-tier soldier."

"Don't even think about it, they're from the 6th Army."

"How will I know if I don't try? After this battle, I'll go find the regimental commander. If the regimental commander can't do it, I'll have him go find the division commander."

"Look at you, so capable. Don't mind him, Zhu Zi, that's just how he is."

"fine."

As they walked, they came to a mountain hollow. The 6th Company Commander ordered them to spend the night there, and then the soldiers began to look for a place to rest.

He Yuzhu didn't sleep well that night because no one in the 6th Company slept well either. It was too cold, and the soldiers had to keep getting up and moving around to keep from freezing.

The next morning around 6 a.m., He Yuzhu got up, asked for directions, and was about to leave. He needed to find supplies, reasonable supplies, since he had come across them, he couldn't just ignore them.

He refused the breakfast offered by the 6th Company. With the political instructor's instructions and the 6th Company Commander's whispered promise to bring him over after the war, He Yuzhu resolutely embarked on a journey alone.

He knew that if he ate one more bite, the soldiers in the Sixth Company would eat one less bite. This was energy, it was something that could sustain them.

The snow had fallen for almost a foot overnight. Two hours later, He Yuzhu trudged back to the roadside. He refused to believe that they were all combat troops. Didn't the front line need supplies?

Three teams, all fully armed Bald Eagle troops, passed by one after another throughout the morning.

He Yuzhu also experienced what it was like to lie in ambush in the snow. Halfway through, he even put on a military overcoat to replenish his heat. Even with his physique, he was frozen stiff wearing such thick clothes, so one can imagine what it must have been like for those soldiers wearing thin uniforms.

Persistence pays off. Around 5 p.m., He Yuzhu saw another group of vehicles, about 30 in total. Through his binoculars, He Yuzhu saw that half of the vehicles were covered with oil drums, and the troops were about a company of South Korean soldiers.

What's bizarre is that this team stopped here and instead found a ravine to set up tents, start a fire to cook, and even lit a campfire with empty oil drums.
The car drove into an open space in the valley. During this time, a South Korean soldier ran up the road and put up a sign, but it was dark and He Yuzhu couldn't read the words on it.

But then he found out what it was for. Two other passing cars stopped there, not to eat or rest, but to refuel.

They waited until after 4 p.m., when they must have received orders that no more vehicles would be allowed on the highway. The South Korean supply troops then went into their tents to rest. There were only four sentries left outside, all huddled around the oil drums burning in the campfire, because it was too cold.

He Yuzhu backed away from his hiding place, squatted down to stretch his stiff body, quickly replenished his energy and some water, and then made his way towards the camp.

It's impossible to walk on such thick snow without making a sound, especially when you're walking on it.

He Yuzhu crawled over; it was best not to use guns if possible, otherwise all the efforts of the surrounding area would be in vain.

The crackling of the campfire was loud, as were the conversations of the South Korean soldiers. Combined with the howling north wind, He Yuzhu was able to approach within about 10 meters without being noticed.

He Yuzhu took out the corresponding number of military daggers from his spatial storage, suddenly stood up, and swung his right hand repeatedly, sending the daggers flying out one after another. Several South Korean soldiers fell to the ground clutching their necks, while only one let out a soft scream.

Then someone inside the tent asked, "Is there any situation outside?"

He Yuzhu replied in a high-pitched voice, "It's nothing, I just accidentally touched the fire."

"Damn it, can't you be a little more careful?"

"understood."

Then there was no more movement inside the tent. He Yuzhu ran quickly and checked everything in the vehicle. Besides gasoline, diesel, ammunition, food and drinks, there were no cotton-padded clothes. Without thinking twice, he took everything.

When He Yuzhu finally found what he wanted in the last two cars—a military overcoat and a sleeping bag—he even took the cars along with them. There was still room in his space, and he would deal with them when he ran out of space.

After collecting the oil, he took out about ten oil drums, poured gasoline around the rest of the vehicle and the tent, lit them, and He Yuzhu started running at full speed.

Screams could be heard from the camp, followed by violent explosions. He Yuzhu turned around, lay down, grabbed his gun, and began calling out the names of the South Korean soldiers who were trying to break out of the inferno.

When only the burning figures, vehicles, and tents remained in the camp, He Yuzhu got up and quickly disappeared into the night.

Deep in the mountains, He Yuzhu cut down two small trees by moonlight, took out rope from his spatial storage, and made a large sled using the tree trunks and branches.

He put away the empty sled and started walking towards the 6th Company. He didn't know how far it was, and he thought that if he put his stuff out and pulled it along now, he would just be tiring himself out.

The snow was still falling heavily. He Yuzhu returned to the place he had left in the morning, turned on his flashlight to identify the tracks, and then quickly chased after them.

He ran all night, and if he could still barely see the footprints, he would have thought he was lost.

It seems that the Sixth Company didn't stop all day. After dawn, He Yuzhu followed the footprints to a mountain.

Looking at the surrounding terrain, He Yuzhu was puzzled. This place was indeed the intersection of highways, but what idiot would choose to climb mountains instead of taking the highway?

This mountain is not the kind they used to guard. It's at least 300 meters high. Only those who are desperate or want to make a secret march would choose such a place.

Then he released the sled, took out the coat, sleeping bag, some compressed biscuits and dried chili peppers (produced by his space) he had prepared from his space, threw them onto the sled, dragged the sled from the mountain to the valley, covered it with snow and continued climbing the opposite mountain.

He had only climbed two-thirds of the way when he heard a voice: "Stop!"

Then came the sound of a gun being cocked. He Yuzhu recognized the voice and said, "First Platoon Leader? I'm He Yuzhu."

"What? He Yuzhu, how did you find your way here?"

"Platoon leader, send someone to fetch the company commander. I have something to discuss."

"What can happen to you?"

"Good thing!"

"What good news? News of the enemy? Or have we won? But I haven't heard any artillery fire!"

"Neither," He Yuzhu thought to himself, "This guy's got a real chatterbox!"

"what is that?"

"Go find the company commander or political instructor." He Yuzhu was speechless at the platoon leader in front of him.

"No need to look anymore, we're here." That was the voice of the 6th Company Commander.

"Zhu Zi, why are you so disobedient? Didn't we tell you to leave? Our company has a mission, what are you doing here?" the instructor said.

In fact, both of them were very surprised. When they parted, they clearly saw He Yuzhu go in the opposite direction. How did he find them in such heavy snow for a whole day and night?

"I'll just drop you off with some things and then I'll leave," He Yuzhu said earnestly.

"Send something? What do you have to send? You've already gotten separated from the team," said the 6th Company Commander.

"Did you encounter other teams?" the instructor asked.

"No, you'll find out when you bring a few people down the mountain with me," He Yuzhu shook his head.

"Such a mysterious move. The platoon leader is taking his squad to accompany Comrade Xiao He," the company commander said.

"Yes."

"I'll go see what Xiao He can bring us!"

"Okay, there's still some time before the mission starts, so let's go and come back quickly."

"Let's go, Comrade He." The instructor patted He Yuzhu on the shoulder.

"Walk."

On the way down the mountain, the instructor still asked the question that had been bothering him. He Yuzhu could only brush it off by saying that he knew an old hunter and had learned some things about going up the mountain.

When they arrived at the foot of the mountain and saw the soldiers of the East and West Platoons, they were dumbfounded. The platoon leader even gave He Yuzhu a big hug and then punched He Yuzhu hard in the chest.

The somewhat talkative man's eyes reddened.

"First squad, spread out and maintain perimeter." That was the instructor's first words upon seeing the object.

"Instructor?" the platoon leader asked, puzzled.

"Platoon leader, don't speak yet. Comrade He Yuzhu, may I ask where these things came from?" The instructor suppressed his excitement and asked. This was the sensitivity that an instructor should have. The things were of dubious origin, and they could not accept them. Moreover, if they could not explain clearly, He Yuzhu might be detained.

"I took it from an enemy supply depot in the middle of the night yesterday."

"A supply point? They just let you take it so easily?"

Here's what happened. He Yuzhu recounted what happened last night. Of course, he didn't say that he had gone to stake out the place on purpose, nor did he say that he had destroyed the entire supply point. He only said that he had killed the sentry and dragged him away with a tent cloth.

As for whether it could be towed, no one present could question that. The sled had already been towed over, and the 6th Company had sent out scouts along the way, but there was no one there.

After the explanation was made clear, the instructor's previously serious face softened. He first saluted He Yuzhu, who quickly returned the salute.

The instructor grasped He Yuzhu's hands tightly with both of them, his voice trembling slightly, and said, "Comrade He Yuzhu, on behalf of the 6th Company, thank you. You have helped us a lot."

"Instructor, I just happened to be there."

"It was a lucky coincidence that we raided the enemy's supply point, but it's not so good if they deliver supplies to us. Our 6th Company will remember that."

He knew exactly what was going on. There were still three days and nights until the scheduled time. At this temperature, even a person could freeze to death if they were just moving around, let alone being ambushed in this icy and snowy mountain. This was a life-saving gift.

"Salute!" The platoon leader had already assembled the entire squad and they all saluted He Yuzhu.

He Yuzhu quickly returned the greeting.

Then the instructor asked He Yuzhu to return to the camp together. It wasn't that he was going to stay and fight, but just that all the soldiers in the company should get to know him.

He Yuzhu refused, saying he didn't want to interfere with their mission, and then walked away into the distance amidst everyone's wishes for him to "take care".

What He Yuzhu didn't see was that everyone silently gave another military salute.

Previously, due to the secrecy of the mission and the uncertainty about what kind of soldier He Yuzhu was, they didn't dare to bring him along.

They are now too ashamed to keep him, and given his abilities, he would be of much greater use elsewhere. Everyone hopes he can return to his team as soon as possible.

　Thank you for the donation from Subject-Verb-Object-Attributive-Adverbial-Complement. Thank you for your support!
　　As requested by everyone, I tried my best and updated 3K more chapters, that's my limit!

　　Well, it seems there are still some people who only like trivial family matters and petty squabbles. This reading comprehension has dropped quite a bit!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)