In 1959, what's wrong with me pedaling a tricycle?

On the train back, the air raid siren suddenly sounded, and the train braked suddenly.

After the bus stopped, everyone got out and looked for a place to hide.

On the distant mountaintops, anti-aircraft guns roared, flames shot into the sky, and bombers dropped bombs from the sky, the explosions clearly audible from this side.

Wang Xingguo gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it, they're too arrogant just because they have airplanes!"

Wang Yongqin laughed and said, "Isn't this paper tiger, the US, only good at bullying the weak? Do they dare to bring their ground troops to fight us head-on?"

At that time, the Chinese people were incredibly confident because we had defeated their so-called coalition forces in the Korean War!

After the bombers dropped their bombs, they flew away, and the air raid sirens stopped. Everyone began to return to the train, which soon continued its journey.

Before the train returned to Pingxiang Railway Station, it was inspected by North Vietnamese soldiers when it stopped in Dong Dang, which caused a considerable delay. It was already past 11 a.m. when the train arrived in Pingxiang.

The main problem was the frequent inspections and the constant harassment by American bombers, which caused the trains to stop frequently.

In fact, it's only 15 kilometers from Pingxiang to Dong Dang, and it's also about 15 kilometers from Dong Dang to Lang Son!

This is why we wanted to aid Vietnam in its fight against the United States!

They've become so arrogant that their bombers have crossed the line!

This is an absolutely intolerable act, so aiding Vietnam in resisting the United States is imperative. Even after Wang Xingguo went on this mission, although he knew that Vietnam would become arrogant and provoke us in the future, he still felt that it was indeed time to aid Vietnam.

Because if we don't intervene, after they are defeated by the US, it will be the US military that will be stationed on the Sino-Vietnamese border.

Back at the office, Wang Xingguo reported the situation to his former superior.

After listening, the old commander pondered for a moment, then asked, "Young Wang, what is your view on the matter of aiding Vietnam?"

After thinking for a moment, Wang Xingguo replied earnestly, "Commander, I was initially a bit emotional, feeling that we shouldn't waste our manpower and resources. But after arriving here and witnessing the arrogance of American imperialism firsthand for the first time, I've changed my mind. I support aiding Vietnam; we must suppress the arrogance of American imperialism!"

The old commander smiled and nodded, saying, "Very good, it's good that you understand this. We don't want to fight, but we are forced to! If the American imperialists succeed, we will be completely surrounded, and our situation will be passive. So, although some comrades oppose aiding Vietnam and feel that we should focus on developing the economy, how can we develop the economy without a peaceful environment?"

After finishing his speech, the old commander looked at Wang Xingguo and continued, "We are all getting old. The heavy responsibility of the country will fall on your shoulders, young generation. You must work hard. We finally drove out the invaders; we must protect our country..."

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Wang Xingguo rested for one night and set off again the next evening. This time, he sent a telegram to the 609th Regiment, so the safety of the train was somewhat guaranteed.

At least while the train is in motion, our 609th Regiment will provide escort to ensure that American aircraft dare not approach and bomb the train.

In this way, Wang Xingguo would escort supplies every two or three days. The farthest he went was to Kefu, where he transported anti-aircraft artillery parts and ammunition to other anti-aircraft artillery regiments that had just been stationed there.

Before we knew it, two months had passed.

Wang Xingguo received a letter from home. He read it several times and became worried when he saw that Li Xiuping was not in a good mood.

So he changed into his military uniform, found the war correspondents at the military post, and asked them to take some photos for him.

The war correspondent readily agreed, so Wang Xingguo put on his military uniform and took several photos under the various fruit trees, trying his best to keep a smile on his face, hoping to reassure his loved one.

After taking the photos, Wang Xingguo returned from a mission and retrieved them. He then went and obtained some local dried goods and specialties, which he sent home with the letter.

After mailing the letter, Wang Xingguo breathed a sigh of relief and continued to immerse himself in his work.

As more and more supplies arrive here, their work becomes increasingly busy.

Now, even when people are resting, the railway keeps running; everyone is working overtime.

A message came back from the front lines in Dongdang to the Pingxiang military station. Wang Xingguo held the telegram that had been delivered, his fist clenched tightly.

On October 5th, during the fierce battle at Songhua Bridge, the 609th Regiment shot down five American planes and captured a pilot alive, thus saving the iron bridge.

The price paid was extremely heavy. Regiment Commander Cheng Yushan, Political Commissar Li Wan'an, Chief of Staff Wang Xisen, along with eleven officers and soldiers, a total of fourteen comrades, sacrificed their lives. The command post was razed to the ground by bombs dropped by American planes.

He took the telegram to his old commander and stood aside in silence.

After reading the telegram, the old commander remained silent for a long time before turning to his staff officer and instructing, "Go and notify the station to prepare contingency plans. If Songhua Bridge is bombed by enemy aircraft again, all supplies awaiting dispatch should immediately be transferred to road transport convoys and head south via the Friendship Pass highway."

After finishing speaking, the old leader looked at Wang Xingguo and instructed him, "Xiao Wang, road transport is just as dangerous. You need to pay attention to the air raid siren. Once it sounds, you must stop the vehicle in a concealed place."

Wang Xingguo nodded and said, "Sir, regarding the transportation of the remains..."

The old commander waved his hand and said, "That's how it is on the battlefield. Death can happen at any time. This is war. Dying on the battlefield is the fate of us soldiers. You don't need to worry about this; someone else will take care of it. Your task now is to transport the shells to the front lines so that our soldiers can shoot down more enemy planes and avenge our fallen comrades!"

Wang Xingguo had met the fallen comrades many times during the handover of supplies, so he wanted to personally bring their remains back to the motherland.

Seeing his insistence, the old commander had no choice but to agree to his request, telling him to assess the situation upon his return and bring him back if it was appropriate.

Wang Xingguo began arranging for the transportation of supplies by road. It wasn't until he set off that evening that he learned the coffin had already been returned.

Under the quiet night sky, at the Friendship Pass border crossing, the escort convoy slowly crossed the border back to the motherland.

The three coffins on the vehicle were tightly covered with canvas. Wang Xingguo, who had rushed over, stood by the roadside, his eyes red, and saluted the convoy, silently watching it drive away.

Just a few days ago, they were still alive and well, urging me to increase the number of artillery shells. Recently, the number of US military aircraft sorties has been increasing. I never expected that they would be separated by death in the blink of an eye.

Being backward invites aggression; this is a lesson learned in blood!

Wang Xingguo composed himself, turned and left, and began arranging for the vehicles to depart.

The dead are gone, but those who are alive must continue the fight. Many soldiers on the front lines are waiting for their artillery support, and there can be no delay.