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The train started from Shanghu and headed north. It was originally planned to go to Qilu for training, but the war situation in Korea changed beyond expectations. The first phase of the battle ended too quickly. In order for the second phase of the battle to proceed smoothly, the 9th Corps had to board the train again and leave Qilu for the Sino-Korean border.

Ji'an Railway Station.

Wu Qianli took Yu Congrong and others to find the stationmaster, hoping to get some cotton clothes from him to cope with the cold winter in North Korea.

Rosen went with Meisheng and Lei Suisheng to hand in their cap badges and breast badges.

"These are the cap badges and breast badges of all the cadres and soldiers of our Seventh Infiltration Company. Please hand them in first as ordered." Mei Sheng said, his eyes full of reluctance.

Not to mention him, even Rosen, who had just worn the "August 1st" cap badge for a few days, was reluctant to do so.

In the worlds of Eight Hundred and The Flowers of War, he always had the emblem of a blue sky with a white sun on his hat, which was extremely unlucky.

I finally came here and became a soldier, but I had to take it off again after just a few days of happiness. From today on, I have to change my identity and become a volunteer soldier.

Although it is equally glorious, it always feels a little missing without the red star above the head.

"Rosen, don't be sad." Meisheng was indeed an instructor. He immediately noticed that Rosen was in a bad mood and comforted him: "When we win and return home, these cap badges and chest badges will be returned."

"Yeah." Rosen nodded and said, "I'm looking forward to that day."

When the three returned to the car, new orders came.

"Instructions from our superiors, your Seventh Company will escort 20 radio stations into North Korea and be on standby for follow-up."

"Make sure to complete the mission." Mei Sheng stood at attention.

At this time, Wu Qianli's efforts to curry favor with the stationmaster finally paid off, as he got enough cotton coats for the soldiers in his company from the stationmaster.

But just as they were about to load the truck, the sound of an engine was heard in the sky, and a US reconnaissance plane flew over at low altitude.

All the soldiers dared not move, for fear of attracting the attention of the reconnaissance plane, and Yu Congrong and others watched the plane slowly flying over their heads from a distance with hatred.

"Company commander, do you want to shoot it down?" At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in the quiet station.

The person who spoke was naturally Rosen.

At this time, he was holding the Type 38 rifle he had received before, aiming at the American reconnaissance plane in the sky. He could kill the pilot at any time and make it crash directly.

"We can't fight it." Before Wu Qianli could say anything, the stationmaster said directly: "If we shoot it down, more bombers will retaliate. Our transportation mission is more important, so we can't stop."

Rosen had no choice but to put away his gun.

"Get on board," Wu Qianli ordered loudly, and did not forget to say to the stationmaster: "Thank you, brother."

"Cotton coat, don't you want it anymore?" the stationmaster reminded.

So everyone went down to move the cotton clothes, but time was tight and each person could only move a few bundles.

Others had no way, but Rosen had a way. He just flashed over and waved his hand to put fifty or sixty bundles of cotton clothes into the storage compartment.

If he wasn't afraid of attracting the stationmaster's attention, he would have packed all the cotton clothes away. They only took up one storage compartment anyway.

Everyone from the Seventh Company hurriedly boarded the bus, but the staff at the station chased after them. In addition to the cotton coats they had brought over, they even took off their own cotton coats and threw them onto the bus.

One of the girls even threw her red scarf over.

Just like in the original plot, it fell into the hands of Wu Wanli.

"Does it look good? Do you like it?" Rosen asked.

"Ah."

"Fight well and strive for victory." Rosen patted his shoulder and said, "When you come back from North Korea, go find her."

"Yeah." Wu Wanli nodded vigorously, his eyes full of brilliance.

This guy. Rosen smiled helplessly. At this age when hormones are exploding, the opposite sex is really above all else. (Note)

The train sped all the way out of Ji'an Station towards North Korea.

When passing the Yalu River Bridge on the China-North Korea border, many soldiers were very excited. Young soldiers like Wu Wanli and Zhang Xiaoshan even leaned against the car windows to look out.

Rosen, however, leaned against the carriage as usual, thinking about what was on his mind.

Not long after the train entered North Korea, it squeaked to a halt. It turned out that the tracks ahead were being repaired, and everyone had to rest on the spot for 30 minutes.

The people from the Seventh Company either got off the train and strolled around, or gathered at the entrance of the carriage to look out.

Rosen found Wu Qianli.

Because he did not forget that in the original plot, it was at this place that the train suffered severe bombing by the enemy and suffered heavy losses.

"Captain, I have something to say." Rosen didn't beat around the bush and went straight to the point: "The reason why the rails ahead were damaged must be because they were bombed by the US military. Since they can come once, why can't they come a second or third time?"

"One of our tactics is to surround a point and attack its reinforcements. Do you think the Americans will surround the railway and attack its reinforcements?"

Wu Qianli frowned when he heard this.

He might have thought about these things before, but he just hoped for the best.

Now that Rosen had reminded him, he immediately felt that this matter could not be ignored, and looked at him and said, "What do you think we should do?"

"You are the company commander. While there is nothing else to do, go and give your superiors a heads up."

Rosen smiled and said, "As for our company's ammunition, I'll take some away first, so that if something goes wrong later, it won't be too late to recover it."

"Are you so sure that American planes will really come?" Wu Qianli said.

"I'm not sure." Rosen shook his head and then said, "But it never hurts to prepare for a rainy day, right?"

"Okay, go ahead and do it." Wu Qianli nodded and agreed.

"If American planes really come, can I shoot them down?" Rosen asked again.

"Can you really shoot it down?" Although Wu Qianli had heard from Meisheng that Rosen had shot down a Japanese plane at the Sihang Warehouse, he didn't quite believe it and still had some doubts.

"As long as you allow me, I can." Rosen answered firmly.

"If they dare to come, beat them down." Wu Qianli said.

"Yes."

Wu Qianli then went to report to his superiors, while Rosen found Meisheng and told him about his concerns and Wu Qianli's orders.

"Okay, not only the ammunition needs to be taken away, but more importantly, the radio." Mei Sheng said.

"Then I can't pretend to leave." Rosen shook his head and said, "These radio stations are closely watched by the accompanying translators. If I go over and play the Three Immortals Return to the Cave trick on them, do you think they will beat me to death?"

"What should I do?"

"Of course you have to do some ideological work on them and ask them to move the radio down first." Rosen said as he put all the ammunition of the Seventh Company into the storage compartment, then he got out of the car and climbed onto the roof.

"Hey, Rosen, where are you going?" Yu Congrong was chatting with Wu Wanli, Zhang Xiaoshan, Pinghe and others about the heroic deeds of the sharpshooter Tan Ziwei who went out from the Seventh Company. When he saw Rosen getting on the car, he asked casually.

"Get ready to masturbate." Rosen replied.

"Is it true?" Yu Congrong immediately became excited when he heard that.

Not only him, but also Wu Wanli and others looked at Rosen in amazement. Especially Pinghe, the famous sharpshooter in the company, stared at Rosen intently.

"Whether it's true or not, you'll know when the plane arrives." Rosen said casually, raising the Type 38 rifle in his hand and aiming at the sky.

Note: I originally wrote a long paragraph, but I deleted it in the end, leaving only this one. I don't want to write too much, for fear that people will accuse me of talking nonsense.

What I want to state is that even if the plot has been changed or extended, it is absolutely not intended to discredit anyone.

Anyone who has fought in a war to defend their country, regardless of gender or occupation, deserves respect and praise.