Crossing North Korea, I became a US soldier, and my opponent was my grandfather.

The American soldiers climbed up to the position in a large number. The Chinese soldiers ran out of bullets and raised their bayonets fearlessly. Without bayonets, they used all the weapons they could get to fight the American soldiers to the death. With empty hands, they hugged the American soldiers and used their fists and teeth as weapons.

A young soldier picked up a steel helmet dropped by an American soldier, swung it up and started smashing it. The American soldier was big and took the helmet hard. The American soldier was furious and grabbed the young soldier and threw him hard. The young soldier was thrown out and fell to the ground, unable to breathe for a long time.

The American soldier rushed forward and grabbed the young soldier's neck. The young soldier gritted his teeth and inserted his hand into the American soldier's eyes. The American soldier felt the severe pain and the whole world went dark. The young soldier's body twitched a few times and then stopped moving. His neck was twisted off by the burly American soldier.

No gunshots could be heard on the battlefield, but there were angry roars everywhere and the dull sound of gun butts hitting people's heads.

The Chinese army was ready to die, and they hugged the American soldiers and detonated the grenades on their bodies.

The Americans' fighting spirit is on the verge of collapse.

The Han people were already scared silly. Their officers pointed guns at them from behind, and anyone who retreated would be shot immediately. Behind the Han army lay the bodies of more than a dozen escaped soldiers.

The sky is already dark.

Captain Sloan, who was supervising the battle, became more and more frightened. Looking at the Han army's position, Sloan ordered the artillery to fire at the Han army's position.

The staff officer hesitated: "The Allies are still up there?"

"We do this to end their suffering early." Sloan stared at the staff officer viciously.

The US howitzers fired the last dozen shells at the Han army's positions.

The Chinese army and the Han country soldiers on the battlefield were engulfed in gunpowder smoke.

Han Jun, who was supervising the battle, was knocked over by the blast. Seeing that the Americans were firing at him regardless of their lives, he was extremely angry but helpless. The American army was the boss, and he, a small officer, had little influence. After calming himself down, he ordered the soldiers who could still move to occupy the positions.

The soldiers of the Han Army complained: "The Americans are treating us as cannon fodder!"

The Han army officer shot the soldier to death and shouted, "Charge! If you can't beat the Chinese soldiers, you must die!"

The soldiers of the Han army had dazed expressions as they crawled towards the position with their guns in hand. The soldiers of the Han country also became furious. When they saw anyone standing up, they shot and killed them all, regardless of whether they were from the Han army or the Chinese army.

Most of those killed were soldiers of the Han Army, and most of the Huaxia Army were injured. Even if they could get up, they would not stand up rashly.

The soldiers who still had the strength to fight grabbed the guns of the Han soldiers and fired all the bullets in the direction where the Han soldiers were rushing towards without aiming.

Some of them touched the grenades and threw them at the Han people with their last bit of strength.

Americans are not much better.

A second lieutenant named Robben was hacked to death with a kitchen knife.

The Chinese army cook rushed to the battlefield, his eyes bloodshot, and he swung a kitchen knife up and down, killing four or five American soldiers in a row. He was hit by more than a dozen bullets and died on the way.

The American soldiers looked at the motionless cook and did not dare to approach. The kitchen knife with a broken blade still had an intimidating effect.

The Chinese army used up their last bit of strength, hugged the American army tightly, dug their fingers into the American army's flesh, and burned with the American army.

Joe turned over with blood all over his face. He had lost the ability to think. He was swinging a rifle with a broken stock in his hand. The bayonet was broken, so he swung the butt and hit an American soldier with too much force, breaking the butt as well.

He swung a half-broken gun and rushed around aimlessly in the smoke. A brave American soldier kicked him in the chest. Joe turned over and fell on his back, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

The Americans swarmed forward, punching and kicking Joe, and suddenly, he was pierced by a sharp blade from behind.

The Chinese Army's medical officer rushed up with an engineer shovel. After bandaging the wounded, he fed them the last water in the canteen, rushed to the position, picked up an engineer shovel on the way, and just in time saw the American soldier beating Qiao Fanchen, so he rushed up and hacked at him recklessly.

The American soldier was a sturdy man. He grabbed the engineer's shovel and pinned the medic to the ground.

The medic felt dizzy and with a trembling hand he grabbed a pair of scissors from his pocket, inserted them into the American soldier's neck, and cut the aorta.

The remaining American soldiers rushed over howling, and the medic raised a grenade with a smile.

The battlefield was quiet and the American army could not taste any victory.

Trails of blood were approaching the position.

Those were the wounded soldiers of the Chinese Army. Those who could move and crawl were taking action. The streaks of blood were left behind when they crawled.

The U.S. military respected the courage of the Chinese Army and could not imagine how else they could fight.

The Chinese soldiers are the last bullets and the last grenades.

They had grenades stuck in their bodies, which were originally intended to be used when the American troops found them. However, the wounded decided not to wait for the American troops to find them. They would crawl to the position even if they had to, and would die there.

The Americans retreated.

The wounded Chinese soldiers laughed and detonated grenades.

Qiao Youzhi, who was hiding in the dark, put down his telescope and couldn't bear to watch.

Li Xiuzhe, a major of the Han army, had a dull and lifeless look in his eyes. He leaned against Qiao Youzhi and muttered to himself, "George, I don't want to fight anymore. If I can go back alive, I will never fight again."

Qiao Youzhi had tears in his eyes: "They are real grandfathers!"

Lee Soo-chul agreed: "They are grandfathers! Grandfathers who fight in wars."

In the northern part of the peninsula, it gets dark early in winter.

As the sun set, Captain Sloan felt nervous and returned to the command center without supervising the battle.

Just after I got back, a staff officer hurried over and said, "Commander Kai is looking for you."

When I picked up the walkie-talkie, what I heard was not the voice of Commander Kai, but deafening sounds of artillery and explosions.

After waiting for a while, Commander Kai yelled at the top of his lungs: "Have you cleared the road?"

"Not yet, I'll be through soon."

"No, it's too late. The Chinese army has launched a general attack. You should retreat on your own."

In the distant valley, there were horn sounds that were getting louder and louder. They were the charge of the Chinese Army, which the American Army called "horn sounds".

Sloan knew that this kind of horn would be accompanied by a massive general attack by the Chinese Army. As long as he heard this sound, it meant that the Chinese Army had completed the encirclement.

Sloan gave a decisive order, retreat!

The American soldiers on the position heard it more clearly. There was chaos everywhere, and the commander was swept towards the road by the chaotic soldiers.

The flames rising from the explosion in the distance were bright red.

Li Xiuzhe, who was hiding in the dark, recovered and asked Qiao Youzhi: "Do you want to run?"

Qiao Youzhi rolled his eyes and asked, "Where are you running to?"

Li Xiuzhe sat on the ground, knowing that he couldn't run away. He was silent for a while, then stood up again: "I can't run anywhere but sit here and wait to be caught by them?"

Qiao Youzhi looked indifferent.

Li Xiuzhe was anxious: "You can run away or not, but I'm running first." After saying that, seeing that Qiao Youzhi didn't move, he really left without looking back.

Qiao Youzhi snorted: "See if you can run away." After a while, he got up from his hiding place and walked towards the direction of the battle.

There was a small road under his feet. Cars couldn't go on it, but people could walk. Qiao Youzhi went wherever there was intense gunfire. He was in a daze and seemed to have lost his spirit.

After walking for nearly three hours, a group of American soldiers, about twenty people, rushed to the path in front. When they saw Qiao Youzhi and raised their guns, the leader recognized them as American soldiers.

Qiao Youzhi didn't say anything. The American soldiers thought he was scared silly, so they pushed him to the side of the road and ran away.