Old Squad Leader, You're Slandering Me!

As night fell as black as ink, the 337th Regiment, brimming with fighting spirit, set off.

The 7th Platoon of the 3rd Company was at the very front of the 3rd Company, heading towards a point where they could contact the North Korean army.

As Crazy Brother carried the heavy machine gun ammunition box, he suddenly stared intently at the dark figure dozens of meters away.

As the mountain road bends, two hunched figures suddenly emerge from behind a snowdrift.

Squad Leader Zhou raised his hand and pressed down, and the soldiers of the Seventh Squad pressed themselves against the rock wall in unison. The faint cracking of the bolts echoed coldly in the night.

Two dark figures staggered out of the bushes, and as they drew closer, the crowd could see that they were wearing the uniforms of the Northern Dynasty's Internal Affairs Department.

The leader had sunken cheeks, frighteningly dark eye sockets, and lips cracked and covered in scabs.

The company translator quickly went to make contact.

"Baytou Peak?"

He lowered his voice and uttered half of the coded signal.

The young guide shivered violently and only responded tremblingly after a couple of breaths.

"Taedong River!"

The password is correct.

Director Xiang's eyes immediately reddened, but he dared not delay.

He turned to point to the dark mountain ridge, then turned and led the way.

Crazy Brother shifted his shoulder and supported the ammo box again, feeling a little uneasy.

They had relied on the local people to guide them during the war, and now they felt the same way in North Korea.

After all, as long as one still loves one's country or hates the invaders, one will not give up resistance and hope.

But just then, the barrage of comments in front of Crazy Brother suddenly exploded.

"Holy crap! Chaos has broken out at Huangcaoling on the eastern front! The position that the listening boat squad was responsible for had just fallen twice, but they've taken it back!"

"Sigh, another shipwreck. This time, the victims were killed in battle! The countdown to the ship's resurrection for the Listening Squad has entered its final twenty-four hours!"

"However, I heard they've only been transferred there a few days ago, and they're already going to be wiped out again?"

"Is Luo Laozei serious about this difficulty? I feel like he could use up all his resurrection quota in just one month... Will it be this brutal when Kuang Ge and the others start fighting too?"

"Exactly, I also think that old scoundrel Luo is up to no good. Kuang Ge seems to be having it too easy."

"No? We're so relaxed, yet we get criticized?" Kuang Ge grumbled inwardly, but at the same time, he became more vigilant.

According to Hawkeye's analysis, they were the vanguard company, and the vanguard company that needed to achieve minor merits to be transferred. It really didn't make sense for them to be so relaxed.

Could the situation in Xichuan be even more dire than the military's intelligence, with more than just one group of African Americans?

Or perhaps the Allied powers possess some kind of advanced technology that could catch them off guard?

Madman frowned and looked at Hawkeye beside him.

Hawkeye also turned around at the same time, his brows furrowed slightly. Hearing that the ship squad had been hit with a countdown so quickly was indeed beyond their expectations.

In any case, the Listening Squad is a battle-hardened squad.

If they can't hold out, it's not something their small team can change the course of the battle.

The blocking battle on the Eastern Front... was it really that difficult?

The group then entered a sheltered earthen embankment, slowing their pace slightly.

Kuang Ge shifted his heel and moved next to Ruan Ruan, whispering as he poked her.

"Ruanruan, the eastern front at Huangcaoling has run out of food."

Following the comments, Kuang Ge was surprised to find that while the enemy had finally stopped attacking, he started digging up grass roots and mixing them with snow water to eat.

The last time I committed such a terrible act was when I was in the snow-capped mountains and grasslands.

Under normal circumstances, they still have a hard time getting grass roots to eat.

Ruan Ruan, who hadn't noticed the comments, was momentarily stunned and asked with a tremor of her eyelashes.

"How could things have progressed so quickly on the eastern front?"

"The 42nd Army has only been in the mountains for a few days to block the enemy; their rations shouldn't be running out so quickly."

"Because the eastern route is a plateau and canyons, the terrain is even worse than here," Hawkeye explained, looking at the live chat messages.

"Enemy planes have been bombing us constantly, and roads and supply lines have been cut off."

"Without carts or mules, ammunition has to be carried up by people, and if food can't be transported up, then of course it will run out first."

The battlefield environment was even worse than Hawkeye had imagined.

After days of resistance on the Eastern Front, Hawkeye finally realized a problem.

They lacked air superiority, allowing the enemy to cut off the supply lines of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army without any hindrance.

If the war drags on, no matter which unit is sent to take over, the situation will not be better than that of the Listening Ship Squad.

Because the disparity between the enemy and ourselves in the Korean War was so great, it was just too much!

To put it dramatically, it really feels like a primitive man fighting a modern man, and the one on the other end is that modern man.

Given this situation, could Huangcaoling really hold out? Hawkeye couldn't help but feel worried.

After all, only one army was responsible for delaying the enemy on the eastern front, while the other five armies were all on the western front!

The deployment of attacking from the east and fighting from the west depends entirely on whether the 42nd Army can hold out.

Moreover, I heard that the 42nd Army was short of a division and was also transferred to the western front to be responsible for annihilation operations...

As Hawkeye frowned and frantically pondered, a voice suddenly came from his side and front. Sergeant Xu, carrying his rifle, turned back.

"What are you guys whispering about behind my back?"

"What's going on in your stomach in the middle of the night?"

"I've been watching your mouths move the whole time, but I can't understand a single word you're saying!"

Deputy Squad Leader Xu clearly heard noises behind him, but after listening intently for a long time, he couldn't hear a single complete word except for the sound of the wind.

Could his ears have also developed nymphomania, just like his eyes?

Kuang Ge and the others froze, about to make up some excuses, when the old squad leader suddenly spoke up.

"Exactly! You guys don't keep your mouths shut while marching, you wouldn't even realize your tongues have frozen off!"

"Watch out, or a bullet might slip through your fingers!"

The veteran squad leader naturally overheard the three men's whispers and noticed the hint of doubt in Deputy Squad Leader Xu's eyes.

During the Long March, he was often puzzled by what Kuangwazi and his friends were muttering to each other every day, and now he could finally hear them clearly.

But other people will still find it strange.

The old squad leader turned to look at Deputy Squad Leader Xu and continued to laugh for Kuang Ge and the others.

"Deputy Squad Leader Xu, ignore them. We've been running all night and everyone's got blisters on their feet. They're just grumbling and making excuses to slack off."

Deputy Squad Leader Xu paused for a moment, then waved his hand.

"So that's what they're complaining about. I thought it was a quirk from the reconnaissance soldiers... Everyone, perk up!"

"We're not far from northwest Xichuan anymore. I won't carry anyone who falls behind!"

Kuang Ge looked at the old squad leader speechlessly. What reason could he give for slacking off? They were veterans, after all!

Could it be that the old squad leader is holding a grudge against their whispers from the past, when he couldn't even hear what they were saying?

However, since Deputy Squad Leader Xu had already brushed it off, Kuang Ge and the others naturally wouldn't say anything more and continued forward with the group.

Less than a quarter of an hour later, just as the group rounded a horseshoe-shaped ravine with jagged rocks, the North Korean guide leading the way suddenly screamed and collapsed to the ground.

Gunfire erupted from the northwest, followed by Squad Leader Zhou's roar.

"Enemy attack!"