Courtyard House: From Deputy Division Commander to Civilian, Progressing All the Way

He slowly walked up to the young soldier, his gaze falling on a piece of paper sticking out of the soldier's breast pocket.

Lin Yang gently pulled out the piece of paper.

This is a final poem written in dire straits. The handwriting is somewhat crooked due to the cold, but every word exudes an indomitable military spirit that soars through the clouds:

"I love my family and my country, but I love my honor even more. I am a glorious volunteer soldier. Snow and ice, I will never yield to you. Even if I freeze to death, I will stand proudly on my position!"

After reading this short poem.

Lin Yang's eyes, which had never shown fear amidst gunfire, turned completely red.

An indescribable grief and rage churned and tore through his chest.

These are our soldiers!

This is the backbone of our Chinese soldiers!

Facing a formidable enemy armed to the teeth, and the cruelest extreme cold of nature, not one of them deserted. They used their lives to forge an unyielding steel defense line!

"Everyone has it!"

Lin Yang suddenly turned around, his voice like a wounded lone wolf howling to the sky.

"Hat off!"

Swish!

Dozens of assault team members uniformly removed their cotton hats, letting the cold wind and snow lash their faces.

Lin Yang straightened his back and faced his comrades who were frozen into ice sculptures.

"salute!!!"

Lin Yang raised his right hand, his fingertips pressed against his temple, and gave the most solemn and painful military salute of his life.

He Yuzhu and his soldiers were in tears, and they all raised their right hands.

The wind and snow seemed to stand still at that moment, and the entire world seemed to be filled only with the silent tribute of these passionate men to the fallen heroes.

The ceremony is over.

Lin Yang put on his hat and suddenly pulled the bolt of his submachine gun.

"Click!"

The crisp sound of cocking the gun was particularly jarring on this desolate high ground.

Lin Yang turned around, his eyes now resembling those of a bloodthirsty demon, radiating a chilling red light.

"Brothers, these comrades cannot have died in vain."

Lin Yang's voice was icy cold, carrying a murderous intent that could burn everything to ashes.

"Those American devils, relying on their planes and cannons, have driven our brothers to the brink of despair. Today, I'll show them what true fear is!"

"Special Independent Division, break into smaller units! Follow the forests on both sides of the highway and relentlessly pursue the US 1st Marine Division!"

"No prisoners! No spoils! Just heads!"

"Kill them all! Avenge our brothers in the Ice Sculpture Company!"

"kill!!!"

The commandos roared with deafening fury, which coalesced into an unstoppable torrent that swept down the mountainside toward the highway.

Two hours later.

A convoy of the U.S. 1st Marine Division is struggling to make its way along the highway.

The American soldiers, wrapped in thick sleeping bags, sat shivering in the back of the truck. All they wanted now was to escape this hellish, icy hell as quickly as possible.

Sudden.

Countless white figures suddenly darted out from the snow on both sides of the road.

There was no bugle call at all, nor any pre-battle speech.

"Da da da da da!"

A dense hail of PPSh submachine gun bullets, like the scythe of death, swept in from both sides in an instant!

The lead U.S. truck driver was shot in the head on the spot, and the truck went out of control and crashed into the mountainside.

"Enemy attack! Chinese troops!"

The American soldiers screamed in terror and frantically raised their weapons to fight back.

But Lin Yang didn't give them any chance to breathe.

Holding a submachine gun in one hand and a heavy wooden-handled grenade in the other, he leaped down the snow slope into the middle of the American convoy like an enraged lion.

"boom!"

A grenade exploded under the chassis of an troop carrier, overturning the entire truck.

Holding a captured light machine gun, He Yuzhu, his eyes bloodshot, fired wildly while roaring, "Pay for our brothers' lives!"

This was a one-sided massacre!

Enraged by the horrific scene at the Ice Sculpture Company, the special forces soldiers completely abandoned their defense. Braving American bullets, they stuffed explosive charges under the tracks of American tanks, brandished bayonets, and charged into the American ranks, engaging in the most brutal hand-to-hand combat.

The military dagger in Lin Yang's hand drew deadly streaks in the night.

Each flash of cold light was accompanied by the slit throat of an American soldier. Blood splattered onto the pristine snow, a horrifying sight.

The rearguard of the U.S. 1st Marine Division was completely routed.

Their prized firepower seemed utterly powerless against these Chinese soldiers who appeared to have crawled out of hell. They abandoned their armor and fled south in disarray.

But Lin Yang did not stop his pursuit.

In the following week.

The Special Mountain Independent Division has completely transformed into the Grim Reaper on the shores of Changjin Lake.

Working tirelessly, with astonishing perseverance and tactical proficiency, they relentlessly pursued the U.S. 1st Marine Division, like a persistent leech.

Blow up the Watergate Bridge! Take down the US temporary command post! Ambush the US mechanized column!

Lin Yang and his troops have created countless bloody holes in the heart of the US military!

This battle shocked the world.

For the first time, the Americans truly realized how formidable the Chinese army was. Their proud elite troops were utterly routed by a poorly equipped army in the freezing cold, leaving behind countless corpses and equipment scattered across the mountains.

……

Time flies, the years are like a shuttle.

Before we knew it, it was autumn of 1952.

After five major battles, the war situation on the Korean Peninsula gradually stabilized around the 38th parallel.

The war entered its most brutal and intense phase, a protracted tug-of-war on the battlefield.

During this phase, the U.S. military, relying on its absolute artillery and air superiority, attempted to completely flatten the Chinese People's Volunteer Army's defenses with steel and explosives.

The Chinese People's Volunteer Army, taking advantage of the complex terrain, invented tunnel warfare tactics that shocked the world, building an indestructible Great Wall of Steel underground.

mid-October.

The front line of the Wusheng Mountain defense line.

There are two seemingly inconspicuous hills here, called 597.9 Hill and 537.7 Hill North Hill respectively.

The combined area of ​​these two hills is less than 4 square kilometers.

But these two hills are the gateways to Wusheng Mountain and the throat of the entire central defense line of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army! Once these two hills fall, the mechanized forces of the US Army can advance unimpeded and penetrate deep into the rear of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army.

These two hills have a name that has left a glorious mark on the history of world warfare—Shangganling!

at this time.

Inside the underground command post behind Shangganling, the atmosphere was so heavy that it felt as if the air itself had been sucked out.

Under the dim light of the gas lamp, Li Yunlong stared intently at the military map on the wall, his brow furrowed.

More than two years of war had made this already rugged army commander appear even more weathered. His beard was unkempt, and his eyes were bloodshot, but the indomitable fighting spirit emanating from him only grew stronger.