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

As dawn broke, the thick darkness slowly dissipated like the ebbing tide, and the faint light of morning light gently fell on the road from Yeongdeungpo to Seoul.

An armored unit of the Volunteer Army was advancing rapidly towards Seoul along the highway like a giant steel dragon.

The tanks and armored vehicles are majestic, with their hard steel shells painted with the red five-star August 1st logo, flashing a cold luster in the dawn light. Their tracks roll over the ground, making a dull and powerful sound, as if the pulse of the earth is beating to their rhythm.

Tang Yantian stood on an armored command vehicle, his eyes sharp as a torch, observing the surroundings vigilantly.

He has received the notice.

After this battle,

It was time for him to say goodbye to this armored cluster that he had built himself! Therefore, he cherished this last period of time very much!

This order to attack Seoul is the most glorious political mission in the history of the 1st Assault Group. Tang Yantian decided to be the first troop to enter Seoul!

Four flying formations appeared in the sky, with a total of twelve J-1 aircraft of the Volunteer Army!

In the armored vehicle, the deputy commander of the assault group, Kang Huaifu, said to the chief of staff, Peng Yuan,

"Lao Peng, call the air force and ask them what's going on in Seoul?"

The communicator shouted into the microphone to the plane in the air, then turned around and reported,

"Commander, Chief of Staff, the Air Force said it's strange today. It seems that no enemy troops were found in Seoul! They are conducting ground-to-air reconnaissance on several high grounds around Seoul!"

Peng Yuan said,

"Tell the Air Force to conduct fire reconnaissance on the surrounding commanding heights!"

Tang Yantian slowly closed the roof cover and sat back in his seat. He closed his eyes and asked,

"What's going on in Seoul?"

Peng Yuan briefly reported the situation of the Air Force reconnaissance!

Tang Yantian said,

"Lao Kang, I'm leaving soon. You should take command! We want to be the first troop to enter Seoul!"

Kang Huaifu ordered decisively,

"Chief of Staff, order San'er to speed up and rush into Seoul!"

After the commander of the 1st Tank Regiment, Cheng Yue, went to Southeast Asia, Kang Huaifu transferred his old subordinate San'er to fill the vacancy!

From high in the sky, a J-1 plane swooped down, and the napalm bomb dived towards the target mountain like a meteor with a whistling sound.

Instantly, a huge fireball rose from the top of the mountain, and billowing black smoke shot straight into the sky. The burning gasoline splashed all around, igniting a blazing sea of ​​fire. Wherever it went, the trees were instantly ignited, making crackling sounds.

Half an hour later,

The air in Seoul was still filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder, and the rumbling sound of the Volunteer Army's armored forces broke the eerie silence.

Seoul was in ruins, with many buildings set on fire and the streets full of traces of the hasty evacuation of the US military. The sandbags were scattered all over the ground, as if still telling the tense confrontation not long ago.

Abandoned weapons and equipment were thrown in a disorderly manner on the roadside, guns and ammunition boxes were thrown away at random, and some guns were even in a shooting posture before being thrown away in a panic by their owners.

Deep ruts can be seen everywhere on the road, left by American military vehicles fleeing frantically.

Most of the buildings on the street were riddled with holes, their windows shattered by the blast, broken glass scattered all over the ground, gleaming coldly in the dim light. Some buildings were set on fire by the war, and although the flames had been extinguished, the charred walls gave off a pungent smell of burning, and they were shaky, as if they would collapse in the next second.

Trash cans on the street were overturned, garbage overflowing, paper, cans, and half-eaten food were scattered everywhere and blown away by the wind.

Several cars that seemed to have broken down were parked on the side of the road with broken windows and punctured tires. Some daily necessities of the American soldiers were also scattered around the cars, as if they had not taken time to take them with them when they fled.

San'er watched all this and said excitedly into the microphone,

"Report, our 1st Tank Regiment has entered Seoul first and has not encountered any enemy so far!"

The enemy retreated very quickly, which made Tang Yantian, Kang Huaifu, and Peng Yuan feel that something was wrong.

In the armored vehicle, Tang Yantian said,

"Ridgway is a strong opponent. We regard Seoul as a treasure, but he treats it as grass!"

Peng Yuan also said,

"According to the enemy's report, up to now, our army has annihilated more than 1.3 Korean, British, and American troops in the Uijeongbu area, but the US military suffered very few casualties and did not organize any counterattacks!"

Kang Huaifu pointed at the map and frowned and said,

"Now that the U.S. military is retreating, is there some conspiracy?"

"Report, Zhisi called and asked us to continue attacking towards Suwon!" The communicator handed over a telegram!

The three of them looked at each other, with a hint of worry in their eyes!

Kalimantan Island,

Haizhou City,

Founder Street,

Cuihua steamed bun shop,

The proprietress Wang Cuihua was wearing a blue floral apron and her neat short hair swayed slightly with her movements.

On the chopping board, the snow-white dough piled up like a small mountain. Wang Cuihua reached out and scooped a spoonful of lye water. She shook her wrist lightly and sprinkled the lye water evenly. Then, she inserted both hands into the dough and kneaded, pressed, and turned it hard like an experienced musician playing the piano. The dough rolled obediently in her palms, making a muffled "bang bang" sound.

On the stove in the corner of the room, blue flames licked the bottom of the pot. Soon, steam filled the air and the aroma of wheat from steamed buns wafted out. A young Chinese girl smiled and wiped the sweat from her forehead, quietly waiting for the steamed buns to come out of the pot.

There was already a long queue at the door of the store.

Another young girl was standing behind the table, on which were two baskets of steamed buns that had just come out of the oven!

“I want 5!”

“I want 10!”

Wang Cuihua is a military dependent from Bin County, Mulan City. Her husband is a squad leader of the Haizhou National Defense Force. Due to the current limited accommodation conditions, the army currently stipulates that soldiers can apply for their families to come to Haizhou to accompany the troops from June this year.

But Wang Cuihua sneaked into the aid construction army in another way and came to Haizhou, because they had just got married and received a transfer order! It was hard to part!

When she arrived in Haizhou, she opened a small shop, hired two waiters, and started selling Dongbei steamed buns.

The shop was built with the help of wood by several soldiers, and the flour bought from Haizhou Department Store was also very cheap!

As soon as it opened, the steamed bun shop was extremely popular. Although a steamed bun only cost 2 cents, after doing the math every day, she could still make a net profit of 70 to 80 yuan, which was more than the monthly allowance her husband received!

Accompanied by the buzzing sound of a car engine, a pickup truck loaded with goods slowly stopped in front of the store.

The car door opened, and a young officer in his twenties jumped out of the car. He was tall and straight, with a steady pace, and his uniform was neat and straight, revealing a kind of dignity and competence that only a soldier can have.

As soon as he entered the store, he shouted loudly: "Wife, do you have any steamed buns? Give me some quickly!" There was a hint of urgency in his voice.

Hearing this familiar voice, Wang Cuihua, who was busy, was delighted. She immediately stopped what she was doing, walked quickly to the counter, took out a few steaming steamed buns, carefully wrapped them in a paper bag, and then handed them to her husband.

Wang Cuihua's face was filled with a happy smile, and she asked happily, "Why are you in the city?"

Huang Song took the steamed bun, grinned, showing his white teeth, and replied: "I came here to get some supplies and came to see you by the way!"

Wang Cuihua's eyes suddenly lit up, and she continued to ask happily: "Then can you go home on the weekend?"

Huang Song thought about it and said with a smile: "Well, I'll try my best!" As he said this, his gaze fell deeply on his daughter-in-law's face, his eyes full of tenderness and love.

After taking the steamed bun, Huang Song looked at Wang Cuihua deeply again, then nodded, turned and left, leaving behind a happy back.