Chapter Thirty-Nine: Unexpected Surprise
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The enemy tank troops, artillerymen and some infantry who had not yet crossed the river on the banks of the Han River looked despairingly at the blown-up bridge, then angrily at Colonel Palmer, who was directing traffic. Sharp, murderous glances repeatedly cut through Palmer's body, chopping him into pieces. However, the increasingly dense gunfire and the rolling thick smoke in the distance told them that the Chinese army was not far away. The small pontoon bridge was too fragile to support tanks or artillery, only small military jeeps could drive on it. So Colonel Palmer and his soldiers stood stupidly watching as the swarming soldiers snatched their 7 jeeps. Although the enemy soldiers did not dare to get on and grab them, they had feet! So 2,000-3,000 enemies rushed towards the pontoon bridge, the wooden fragile pontoon bridge creaked under their feet, although they were also worried that this broken bridge would collapse, the shore was in front of their eyes, looking at the land, the thirsty soldiers hastened their pace.
Suddenly, a large number of tanks and soldiers emerged from the opposite side of the bridge, with rifles, machine guns, and tank cannons all aimed at them. Several fake soldiers who turned around to run were shot by the sharpshooters of the assault regiment, and the enemy raised their hands and walked towards the other side of the river. Feng Gui was surprised and delighted to find that among them was an American major general, and it was none other than his old friend Palmer, the deputy commander of the US 1st Cavalry Division.
At this time, the US 25th Division and the British 29th Brigade fled to Yongma-dong in a flanking maneuver around Hwanggang, where they collided head-on with the 39th Army advancing towards Hwanggang. The heavily damaged enemy forces abandoned their corpses and still-burning vehicles, fleeing recklessly to Yongma-dong.
When the Third Division's Shen Feihu led his troops into Seoul, overseas Chinese and ethnic Chinese rushed to welcome their compatriots. Although it was a difficult time during the war, the bold men with Shandong accents brought out the best food from their homes to welcome the Chinese soldiers. They also told them the direction of the US military's retreat and offered any help they could provide, such as guiding them through the roads.
After receiving Owen's report, Zhang Dabiao, who was overjoyed, brought all the soldiers in the regiment to drive to the warehouse. The warehouse door was filled with neatly arranged cannonballs, boxes of bullets and hand grenades. After prying open the large box, brand-new American-made weapons were exposed, shining brightly in the sunlight. After setting up anti-aircraft warning posts and machine guns, the soldiers began to transport supplies to the cars. Zhang Dabiao also joined in, taking off his shirt. The fully loaded cars flattened their tires and drove out of the airport warehouse towards a distant mine cave. Then, the 115th and 116th divisions of the 39th Army also joined the transportation team before enemy planes arrived for bombing. A long line of people formed a long column, like an automatic conveyor belt emptying the huge warehouse. Zhang Dabiao came to the side of a large pile of gasoline drums and unexpectedly found solid fuel bombs. The unexpected surprise almost made Shen Feihu faint, and the Chinese soldiers who had suffered from solid fuel bombs were ecstatic. Now they could also let the enemy taste their own solid fuel bombs. Amidst the sound of bells and shouts, at the busy headquarters of the Volunteer Army, Commander Peng was delighted to see the report in his hand: "Captured an enemy military warehouse with over 10 million cannonballs, 100 billion bullets, 500,000 barrels of gasoline, and 30,000 solid fuel bombs. Currently transporting." Deputy Commander Hong, who also served as the logistics commander of the Volunteer Army, was delighted to say to Commander Peng, "Commander! We need to strengthen personnel for transportation. With these cannonballs, future battles will be much easier to fight!" Commander Peng nodded in agreement.
Gao Quan walked into Li Chengwan's mansion with the security guard, everything was so rustic and harmonious. The living room, bedroom, dining room, study, piano, floor-to-ceiling velvet curtains, hundreds of exquisite clothes in the closet, and hundreds of pairs of leather shoes made Gao Quan think of those nouveau riche in the 21st century. Although the things at home were all designed by designers, but the hundreds of clothes and other items at home still reflected their taste in life was stuck on whether the clothes were good or not, and how many they had.
Gao Quan turned on the radio to the frequency of China People's Broadcasting Station, listening to the voices from China. Then he shook his dirty clothes, and big and small lice fell into the fire pit. Gao Quan, who hadn't taken a bath for several months, had a face full of dirt, hair stuck together with oil, and a body smelling of sweat and gunpowder smoke. After crossing countless desolate mountains and experiencing countless brutal battles, he quietly lay in Li Chengwan's hot water bathtub, happily washing his bath, but this soap was far less effective than shower gel, not even as good as shampoo, which made Gao Quan very depressed.
At this time, Zhao Zilong, Han Tian, Yu Wei, and Feng Gui were happily distributing the spoils of war by the riverbank, and then they left in car after car. However, they did not know that Zhang Dabiao had made a fortune. In the afternoon, at more than 5 o'clock, the US military, who had almost forgotten about the airport supplies, sent planes to check on them. According to regulations, the airport should have been destroyed, but it was still intact amidst the rolling smoke. After being driven away by dense anti-aircraft fire, the shocked US Air Force received news that the airport supplies had not been destroyed. Dozens of planes took off in a hurry towards Hancheng. Zhang Dabiao excitedly watched from afar as the US military planes bombed the almost empty airport warehouses again and again, and the exploding aviation gasoline was really spectacular. The pilots in the planes cheered and flew around the field three times to signal their victory.
On January 4th, the Headquarters of the Volunteer Army promulgated the "Discipline for Entering Han City". On January 5th, Pyongyang and Hancheng each fired 240 large-caliber guns simultaneously, firing 24 rounds of celebratory artillery.
This is the first time that Chinese soldiers are fully armed and enter the capital of a country after its founding. Later, there was also an opportunity for us to do so but we didn't. Only many volunteers from the Western Front were overjoyed to receive large quantities of new weapons and ammunition on the way, only to find that they didn't have much food left in their bags. This might be an unexpected surprise!
The headquarters of the volunteer army also remembered that there was not much food after receiving a large amount of ammunition.
