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Passing through the dense but dry pine forest, on the dark green ridge, through a dry paddy field, the telescope finally showed an extending railway track, which was connected with a north-south track in the small town below the mountain. The highway intersects. On the highway, you can vaguely see a few tanks cruising. There are also several American soldiers wearing helmets sitting on them, smoking cigarettes. In the blink of an eye, they can also be reflected. A little spark.
"This is Dipingli!" Beside Zhang Xian, a Korean guide in his thirties pointed to the small town at the foot of the mountain and told Xiao Anzi beside him, who then translated the guide's words to Zhang Xian. Xian. The real name of this little Anzi is An Richang. He is a young Korean man. He was also a correspondent who knew Korean and was specially recruited from below after Wang Dahu led the 215th Division into North Korea. He is not yet twenty years old this year. This time, in order to allow Zhang Xian to detect the enemy's situation as soon as possible, Wang Dahu also sent Xiao Anzi to him.
Zhang Xian carefully observed the movements in this town, and could only see a certain section of the railway and highway. Since there was a mountain in front of him blocking his view, he could not see what was going on behind him at all.
"Let's go ahead and take a look at that mountain!" Zhang Xian made up his mind and said.
Xiao Anzi explained Zhang Xian's decision to the Korean guide. Unexpectedly, the guide shook his head repeatedly and was not willing to go there at all. After questioning, Zhang Xian found out that after the Americans settled in Toupingri, they would All the original Korean residents in the town were driven out. These Americans were afraid that there would be spies of the North Korean People's Army among these original residents. They couldn't even tell the difference between Koreans and Chinese.
"He said that if we get close there, the Americans will shoot! No matter what, he won't go!" Xiao Anzi relayed the guide's words to Zhang Xian.
Zhang Xian frowned. Most of these local guides had heard the propaganda of the South Korean government and hated the North Korean People's Army and the Chinese Volunteer Army. When they met this guide, he was fleeing with his belongings on his back. Xiao Anzi After all the hard talk, he agreed to lead them. This was already very valuable. He really had no reason to ask others to take risks. At that moment, he thought for a while and finally made a decision: "Xiao Anzi, let's go for a walk. We must take a closer look no matter what!"
Xiao Anzi was stunned for a moment, hesitant, but still nodded.
"I'll go too!" Xiong Sanwa volunteered.
Zhang Xian shook his head and told him: "If there are too many people there, you will be suspected!"
Xiong Sanwa had no choice but to give up. He knew that among them, only Zhang Xian was suitable for this task, because anyone else might not be able to understand the Americans' defenses at all. Although he knew that Zhang Xian was very good at playing by the opportunity, he was still very worried and said: "You must be careful!"
"I know!" Zhang Xian nodded, handed him the gun, and then followed Xiao Anzi to start making up.
He exchanged clothes with the guide and wore the tattered black cotton-padded jacket. He scratched the ground with his hand, and then wiped a handful of dirty mud on his face, making it look like he had fallen. He was in a state of embarrassment; his trousers had also been changed into half of the guide's, with his ankles still exposed underneath, and he wore cloth shoes that were already somewhat open-toed, and then he carried a bracket made by the Koreans with two tree branches on his back. All the guide's belongings, including bedding, pots and pans, were bundled tightly and carried on his back. They were a head taller than his men, heavy and tall. When Zhang Xian finished dressing up and was carrying this tree branch support, everyone couldn't help but laugh. He looked exactly like the local people. If there was the only thing that made people dislike him, it was that he He is obviously taller than the locals. Xiong Sanwa felt that something was wrong, so she took off the tattered straw hat from the guide's head and put it on Zhang Xian's head. Then she felt that it was much more pleasing to the eye.
Xiao Anzi also dressed up and followed Zhang Xian down the mountain.
Richardson watched blankly as Paul arranged his three battalions on the map. The first battalion was placed at the southern end of Highland 207 to the north, the second battalion was placed on Wangmei Mountain in the south, and the third battalion was placed at the southern end of the 207th Highland. The French battalion was deployed on the 202 Highlands to the east around the railway line on the west side of Tooping-ri. In this way, this small Tooping-ri had to be surrounded, and there were no gaps between the battalions. gap.
"Colonel Paul, is this area too small?" Richardson was still a little worried. He measured it visually and said, "This is a ring with a diameter of only 1.6 kilometers. If a fight really breaks out, I'm afraid We will have no depth, and if we lose a position, there will be nothing.Although he was wearing a uniform, he had a polite appearance. He must have been the translator in this group of American soldiers. He walked to a distance of twenty meters away from Zhang Xian and Xiao Anzi and stopped.
Zhang Xian glanced at Xiao Anzi, who quickly replied: "Sir, we escaped from Yangping City and are going to Yuanzhou!"
The translator nodded, perhaps out of sympathy for his compatriots, and said kindly: "You two, please take a detour. There are no trains here anymore, and there will be a war soon. If you walk slowly, you may die." Get on board!"
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Xiao Anzi replied repeatedly, and then bowed to the translator: "Thank you, sir!" After saying that, he glanced at Zhang Xian.
Zhang Xian had no choice but to nod and turn around, but he couldn't help but feel a little regretful that they didn't even climb the top of the mountain.
However, just as they were about to turn around and leave, they heard someone from the Americans behind them asking the translator in English: "Who are those two people?"
The interpreter answered: ¡°They are refugees fleeing from Yangpyeongseong to Wonju!¡±
"Oh?" The American immediately said: "Call them over, I want to ask them something!"
"Yes! Sir!" the translator said quickly, turned back and shouted in Korean to Zhang Xian and Xiao Anzi who were already preparing to walk down the hillside: "Hey, you two, don't leave yet!"
Xiao Anzi took the lead and stopped and turned around. Zhang Xian also stopped and turned around. Suddenly, he saw a tall and thin American colonel behind the translator. Although so many years had passed, he could still recognize him at a glance. Isn't this exactly Is it the Paul who fought alongside him in the Battle of Western Hunan? (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com