Changjin Lake: From Xinxingli to Seoul

Chapter 15 System Selection: Should we avoid losses caused by US bombing?

The roar of the train echoed across the Yalu River Bridge as the massive steel behemoth slowly passed by.

The river flowed swiftly beneath the train, and occasionally waves crashed against the bridge, producing a dull thud.

The railway line on the bridge glittered in the sunlight, like a golden ribbon winding around the Yalu River.

As the train departed, the ripples on the river gradually subsided, signifying that the Ninth Army Corps had officially entered Korea!
"Comrade Wu Wanli, this telegraph operator is named Zhang Xiaoshan, you can also call him Little BJ."

"His resting spot is right next to yours."

Mei Sheng smiled and brought someone over, explaining.

"Hello comrade, my name is Wu Wanli."

Wu Wanli was no stranger to this role and generously extended his hand.

"Hello, Comrade Wu Wanli, the instructor showed me the military song you wrote. It is magnificent and full of passion. You are indeed a revolutionary soldier from a heroic family."

A glint of light flashed in Zhang Xiaoshan's eyes as he praised.

"Wanli, Little BJ, these are your cotton-padded coats."

At this moment, Wu Qianli handed over two sets of cotton-padded clothes.

"A down jacket? Where did you get it?"

Wu Wanli was somewhat surprised and asked with wide eyes.

"Eh... the station is indeed out of stock."

"When the people saw that we were dressed so lightly, they took off their own clothes and threw them onto the truck..."

Wu Qianli recalled the scene just now and was somewhat moved.

"It happened while you were walking around."

"But... Comrade Wu Wanli, why are you already wearing a cotton-padded coat?"

After explaining, Mei Sheng looked at Wu Wanli and asked with a puzzled expression.

"It was given to me by a girl wearing a red scarf. Her name is Anjing (Quiet)."

Wu Wanli blushed slightly as he explained.

"Oh? A girl wearing a red scarf!"

"Not just the down jacket! I've given you the scarf too."

"What? A token of love?"

Yu Congrong pointed to the red scarf around Wu Wanli's neck and laughed heartily.

"Hey...we're going to fight the Americans in Korea, and we don't even know if we'll make it back alive. How could we possibly think about holding them back?"

Wu Wanli sighed and shook his head.

"Can we go back..." Upon hearing this, Yu Congrong's smile vanished, and he murmured.

The crowd silently put on the cotton-padded clothes offered by the people, their hearts filled with deep emotion.

"At least, we won't freeze to death."

"The people were able to bring all their belongings from home in small carts to help us, and we won the Huaihai Campaign."

"Now we can't let the people down with their cotton-padded clothes; we have to fight a brilliant battle."

Wu Qianli patted Wu Wanli on the shoulder and looked at everyone encouragingly.

Suddenly, the train swayed a few times, slowed down, the roar stopped abruptly, and finally came to a complete stop.

"Pinghe, go see what happened?"

Wu Qianli frowned slightly and looked out the window.

"Yes!"

Pinghe responded.

Inside the carriage, the soldiers of the Seventh Company watched Pinghe lead the reconnaissance soldiers out, then looked at each other, gripping their guns tightly. Their heartbeats seemed to stop at that moment.

"Reporting, Company Commander! The railway ahead has been damaged and is being repaired. We estimate we'll have to stop for about an hour!"

Pinghe returned shortly afterward to report.

"So it was a railway problem... Seventh Company, get off the train and rest first."

Wu Qianli breathed a sigh of relief and gave the order.

Upon hearing this, the soldiers of the Seventh Company relaxed their grip on their rifles and disembarked from the train carriage in an orderly fashion.

"Railway repairs, temporary rest?"

"Oh no! American bombers are going to blow up all the carriages!"

Upon thinking of this, Wu Wanli felt a pang of anxiety.

"Ding--"

"System selected to trigger!"

Option 1: Unload some of the supplies yourself and try to salvage what little you can.

"Choose the reward: Gain vision like an 8x scope!"

"Option 2: Find a way to get the Chinese People's Volunteer Army to unload their weapons and supplies from the train ahead of schedule."

"Choose the reward: Gain battlefield threat intuition, allowing you to anticipate battlefield threats through your inner feelings!"

At that moment, the system's cold notification tone also sounded.

(End of this chapter)