Traveling through 1937, I came to fight against the Kwantung Army

The Mulan City Hall Square was bustling with people, and the surging crowd was like a surging wave. Every heart was closely tied to the volunteer soldiers fighting bloody battles in the distance.

At the entrance of the square, a striking banner was hung high, with the words "Resist the US and Aid Korea, Defend the Homeland" shining brightly in the sunlight. The wind blew, and the banner fluttered, as if issuing an exciting call to every citizen who came.

Deputy Mayor Su Fei, wearing a neat cotton coat, walked up to the donation workbench with a solemn expression.

He held a microphone, glanced at the audience, cleared his throat, and spoke in a loud and powerful voice: "Fellow villagers! Today, our volunteer soldiers are fighting bloody battles with the enemy armed to the teeth on the Korean battlefield to defend the motherland and peace! They are charging forward in the hail of bullets, facing the test of life and death every moment!"

As he spoke, Su Fei's eyes slightly reddened and he became emotional: "Now everyone is living a good life, but the Americans don't want us to live a good life. In order to defend our country, more than 700 of our Mulan warriors have sacrificed their lives. With their iron will, they fought desperately with the enemy and defended the safety and dignity of the motherland with their lives!"

There were bursts of sobs from the crowd below the stage, and people were deeply moved by the heroic deeds of the volunteers.

Su Fei continued, "Fellow villagers, the soldiers are in urgent need of our support! Aircraft, artillery, tanks, these weapons and equipment can greatly enhance their combat effectiveness and reduce casualties! We must do our best to support them in the rear!"

An old man with gray hair walked towards the donation table with a staggering but firm step. With trembling hands, he took out a neatly folded handkerchief from his arms, and unfolded it layer by layer, revealing a stack of banknotes with body temperature, which was the retirement money he had saved by living frugally.

He solemnly put the money on the table, his voice choked with sobs: "The children are fighting hard on the front line, and I, with my old bones, can't go. Just use this money to buy them some food!" The staff hurriedly shook the old man's hand, his eyes red, and thanked him repeatedly.

Not far away, a group of students lined up, holding their pocket money tightly in their hands. Their young faces were full of seriousness and determination, and their eyes were shining with respect and responsibility. They walked up one by one and gently put the money into the donation box. Clear voices came one after another: "This is my New Year's money, buy candy for the volunteer soldiers!" "I hope the volunteer soldiers can return victoriously soon!" The innocent words had the power to shake people's hearts.

In the center of the square, a dragon and lion dance team was performing, which was very lively. But they were not just celebrating, every smart jump and every wonderful dance was to cheer for the donation activity. The onlookers were so excited that they donated money one after another, ten, twenty, one hundred, two hundred, etc. banknotes and coins of different denominations were constantly put into the donation box, gathering into a torrent of love.

Touching stories were happening in every corner of the square. School teachers, government officials, hospital nurses, factory workers, village farmers, and people from all walks of life, with the same ardent patriotism, donated their savings without hesitation. The line in front of the donation box was getting longer and longer, which was the people's endless support and trust in the volunteers.

In the Mulan City Hall Square, there are no lofty words, but only warm hearts, interpreting the deep friendship of "the military and the people are one family" with practical actions, and showing the firm determination of the people across the country to unite against the enemy and defend the country.

Western suburbs of Tonghua,

At the entrance of a huge barracks, there was a long line of trucks.

Choi In-guk, commander of the 1rd Regiment of the 3st Division of the Korean People's Army, was leading his soldiers to board the vehicle one by one. They had been training here for three months. Since the Volunteer Army had liberated a large area north of the th parallel, their superiors asked them to return home immediately!

The truck started slowly, and the People's Army soldiers were filled with reluctance and reluctance to leave. These three months were the happiest and most comfortable time they had ever spent!

On the road ahead,

Tanks of various types drove up in an orderly line, and the trucks were filled with volunteer soldiers. They were covered in dust, their uniforms were tattered, but there was still a hint of fierce murderous intent in their eyes!

A striking military flag was hung on the first armored infantry fighting vehicle!

That military flag was like a soldier returning from purgatory, covered with traces of the war.

The flag was no longer smooth, its edges were burnt into pits and unevenness, curling irregularly like saw teeth. The once bright red was stained by gun smoke and soaked in blood, becoming deep and dark, with red and black intertwined, like solidified magma.

Cui Renguo couldn't help but raise his hand and salute! He knew that these must be the volunteers who had fought bloody battles on the front line and were withdrawing!

In the armored command vehicle,

Ding Shan, commander of the 1st battle group, had a gloomy expression on his face.

Anyone who lost two generals would definitely feel bad, and the 1st Battle Group also lost more than a thousand people! The casualties of the troops accounted for 65%!

After the Second Battle,

The two sides temporarily started ceasefire negotiations.

The U.S. military was unable to continue fighting because of the heavy losses, and the Volunteer Army achieved the goal of this operation by liberating Pyongyang and 90% of the land north of the th parallel! After receiving the U.S. request for negotiations, the offensive was also suspended!

Therefore, the Zhisi dispatched a total of 4 division-level troops back to the country for training! According to the above opinions, the division-level rotation mode began!

In summary of the early battles, although Zhisi gave a high evaluation to the 1st Combat Group, it was listed as one of the first troops to return to the country for training!

But Ding Shan felt extremely guilty in his heart and had been reflecting recently, wondering if his cultural foundation was too low. On the way back to China, Ding Shan thought for a long time and finally sent a telegram to his master, requesting to go to the Military Academy for further studies!

Yin Xinjun called him back at noon today, praising him for his good performance, but asked Ding Shan to be prepared, saying that there would be more important tasks for him!

After receiving Yin Xinjun's telegram, Ding Shan finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the pressure in his heart was much less!

Seeing that Ding Shan was in a bad mood,

Sun Wei sighed and advised,

"Old Ding, if you ask me, no matter where our 1st Battle Group goes, we will have to deal with tough enemies, especially the Americans, who are much more difficult to fight than the Japanese! Therefore, sacrifices are inevitable!"

Ding Shan was silent for a moment and said,

"Old Sun, after all these years, don't you know my master well? We always rush to where the danger is the most. That's just his personality!"

"Alas, I just hope that after this training is over, we can be transferred back to Mulan. I miss my wife and children, haha!" Sun Wei said helplessly, holding a pipe in his mouth!