The Fifth Section: Striding Across the Yalu River with Vigor and Pride 2

  The Chinese People's Volunteer Army began to cross the Yalu River on the evening of October 19, 1950. The dense flow of people covered the moonlight on the icy river surface. On this day, the artillery instructor of the 5th company of the 26th regiment of the 1st division of the volunteer army, Ma Fu, wrote a poem with the excited mood of swearing to defeat American imperialism. After revision, there was the familiar poem later.

  Mighty and vigorous, striding across the Yalu River

  Protecting peace and defending the motherland is protecting our hometown

  Chinese children unite as one

  Resist America and Aid Korea, Defeat American Imperialism

  Independent Division 1, attached to the 40th Army under Wen Yu-cheng's command, followed the 39th Army's 116th Division across the river from Andong. The night scene in Andong was very quiet, as if the small city was empty. Independent Division 1 marched in four columns, long and endless, with no visible head or tail, only occasionally interrupted by horse-drawn artillery passing by, breaking the silence of the night in the city.

  The glass along the street had long been pasted with cross-shaped tape, reflecting that the psychology of the city's residents had already entered a state of war. The bombing a few days ago made them realize this point. Not far from the floating bridge, the Yalu River Bridge, which was blown up, lay on the river surface like an injured steel beast, silently reflecting its anger.

  The Soviet Union originally said it would send air cover, but fearing a conflict with the Americans, it suddenly didn't send any. Enraged Chairman Mao resolutely ordered the troops to enter Korea and go into battle.

  Riding on horseback, Gaoquan followed the troops forward, looking at the dark place where several houses had been bombed and collapsed, thinking of Zhang Xiaoshan's crying in his arms a few months ago.

  Looking back, I saw the quiet Antung in the night, the black earth in the night, and the Chinese nation in the night. How could this silence be broken? Moreover, this time we went to war, the national prestige and military prestige were entrusted to us troops.

  Then Gao Quan turned his head resolutely, rode across the middle line of the pontoon bridge, looked at the soldiers guarding this white line in both China and North Korea, and crossed into North Korea for a moment, feeling a sense of unfamiliarity.

  After crossing the river, we arrived in Uiju. North Korean female soldiers wearing Soviet-style uniforms sang a Korean version of "The East is Red" on the riverbank. Although they didn't understand the language, the melody still made the soldiers realize that it was a song praising Chairman Mao's "The East is Red", and they couldn't help but glance at each other.

  Departing from Yizhou, the Independent Division marched day and night, advancing rapidly. Except for essential items such as ammunition and engineer shovels, all other supplies had been handed over to the logistics department immediately after crossing the river.

  Although it was a rapid march, the roads were packed with retreating soldiers, government officials and civilians, making it impossible for the Independent First Division to move quickly. Gao Quan looked at this scene with some gloom in his heart.

  Jingyishan, Yongshan City, Daguandong, an independent division arrived in Qingyuan City on the 23rd.

  All the way, the ruins were broken and many villages' houses were bombed to pieces. There were many corpses of civilians and soldiers on the roadside, old and young, male and female. Many soldiers from the Independent Division shed tears.

  When Guigui passed by a corpse lying face down, he suddenly heard the cry of a child. When he moved the female corpse, he saw that there was an infant who was still smiling at him.

  Originally, her mother used her weak body to block the shrapnel of American bombs for her children. The bright red blood stained the yellow soil. Perhaps next year this small road will be filled with beautiful mountain flowers. Perhaps the red earth will be washed away by rain and snow.

  But the anger in the hearts of the soldiers was ignited, and Zhang Dabiao, disregarding headquarters' ban on using light weapons to shoot at planes, set up an ambush in a mountain valley next to the enemy plane's patrol route, fearing that they would not be able to bring down the exposed target.

  On both sides of the valley, more than ten heavy machine guns with high-shot gun racks were ambushed on the mountain head, and the strongest driver in the division was called to drive a ten-wheeled truck back and forth in the valley, raising flying dust. Sure enough, it caught the attention of enemy planes.

  "Captain Mac, look at that dusty one," said Lieutenant Shirak through the wireless intercom to the pilot.

  "Go take a look," Mack said in a calm tone. The two U.S. military planes flew towards the valley.

  As a WWII veteran, King considered himself to be far superior to the rookie pilot, Shilak, thinking that he was not skilled enough and it wasn't safe for him to fly with him as his wingman.

  So he had always wanted to transfer him away, but Xi La Ke's backstage was very hard. After hearing that a batch of F-84 jet fighters would come to Korea three months later, he reported to the head of the wing and asked to be transferred there, which had already been agreed upon.

  But Sheerak always wanted to earn Mack's respect through his own efforts rather than being a weak and small North Korean air force that disappeared from the sky, even a tank or a car on the ground became his cherished goal.

  When two enemy planes swooped down from high altitude, passing through the valley, they fired rockets from under their wings, hoping to score a hit. However, the truck suddenly turned sharply, causing the rockets to explode on the ground beside it, creating multiple craters.

  Only one tire was damaged, but the plane had already flown over the car, and the six 12.7mm heavy machine guns did not have time to fire a single shot.

  "Damn it!" Mac shouted as they prepared to pull up and come in again, when dozens of tracers swept across the fuselage. The P-51 Mustang's hide was thick, and the heavy machine gun bullets only partially penetrated the enemy's wing. Mac's wing fuel tank began to leak oil, while Shilak's plane had just been punched a few holes in the fuselage

  But the flames knocked out Mike's propeller, and the powerless plane plummeted straight down. Mike hastily opened the cockpit window and jumped out with a parachute on his back. A white parachute flower bloomed in the sky and slowly floated downwards.

  While Xi La Ke's plane, the tail rudder was damaged, the high-flying plane could not turn around, and in Xi La Ke's desperate cry, it crashed straight into a small mountain peak in Qing Shan City, North Korea. "Boom" A huge flame rose up in the mountains, and Mike stared blankly at this scene, his heart thinking of something unknown.

  But when he came to, he desperately found that there was a big river below. He struggled constantly, using his knife to cut the parachute rope, but before he could cut it off, he had already fallen into the river. The parachute slowly covered him, and he continued to struggle in the icy cold water.

  When Zhang Dabiao ordered people to pull Mack out of the water, he was already dead. His eyes were wide open in fear before his death, it's unknown whether he feared death or saw countless Korean civilians' vengeful spirits coming for him.

  He looked at the cross on Mac's chest and only said one sentence. In North Korea, in the East, it is the Buddha's place, God is not effective.

  I dragged Zhang Dabiao to the division headquarters, scolded him severely and shouted at him, "If you didn't shoot down the enemy plane this time, but instead were discovered by the enemy plane, exposing our army's tracks and revealing our battle plan, can you bear this responsibility?"

  Zhang Dabiao just smiled foolishly, perhaps it was a deep-seated hatred for Americans.

  And they all didn't know, they will all be written into history

  One was the earliest US military killed by our army, the earliest ace killed by our army.

  One is the commander who did this thing

  Under the command of Peng Dehuai, our army advanced to the designated sniper position on the Tokugawa and Kameyama line. Unbeknownst to us, the North Korean People's Army had almost collapsed, and the enemy was rushing towards us in cars, with a whole regiment or battalion. As a result, an unexpected encounter battle unfolded. Of course, except for Gao Gang, the independent first division, which had made good combat preparations, was ready to give the enemy a profound impression.

  The first battle uses me, using me will surely win

  The Great Victory of the Fatherland Liberation War, Chapter 5: Crossing the Yalu River with a Heroic Spirit