For the M46 that was not destroyed, Li Yuming, the instructor of the tank battalion of the former independent brigade, and two fighters, plus a yellow-haired and blue-eyed Bill, formed a temporary tank crew.

They had to complete the work of familiarizing themselves with the new tank within the specified time and forming the most basic combat effectiveness, and Li Yong's order to them was to be familiar with the tank like a woman who knew him well, and it was almost impossible to do so.

Familiar with tanks like a woman who knows herself? As the head of a car, Li Yuming is very entangled, not because he has never been a woman, has never eaten fat pork, and has not seen a fat pig run, but because he doesn't know how to communicate with Bill, an Englishman.

The old tradition of the People's Liberation Army is to take advantage of the opportunity to do political and ideological work for the new liberation fighters, so that they can integrate into the big family of the People's Liberation Army as much as possible, and the facts have also proved that this set of methods of the People's Liberation Army is very effective, but Li Yuming, a young veteran, has encountered a new problem in North Korea, how to do ideological work for Bill, a pure-blooded British?

Talking about the three disciplines and eight points of attention? Talking about fighting local tyrants and dividing the land? Tell about the glorious history of our army? Or is it about carrying water and chopping firewood for the common people to sweep the yard? None of this seems right, it's not ordinary.

Fuck, how can I give a lesson to the British? For this question, Li Yuming also specially consulted his chief Li Yong.

However, the answer given by Chief Li is that you kid is an instructor of the tank battalion of our brigade, and what you eat is the meal of doing ideological work for people, and professionals still need to ask others if they want to go.

In fact, this was just Li Yong's prevarication, because he didn't know how to teach the British prisoners, and he knew English. But he was too busy to die as a chief, and it was impossible to follow the ass of a captive every day to teach him anything. Then we can't be the prisoner's translator, so we have to kick the difficulty to Li Yuming again.

There are such benefits to being a chief. If you don't understand, you don't have to say it, and you can justifiably educate your subordinates with all kinds of messy reasons, Li Yuming, who has no choice, has no choice but to take Bill and two soldiers to tinker with his precious tank, Li Yuming knows, the brigade commander doesn't look at it and doesn't say it, but he must be very anxious in his heart, and it is urgent to form the captured equipment into combat effectiveness.

The M46 Patton, which is more than 40 tons, is the latest equipment, with thick armor and sufficient firepower, and is much stronger than the best M4 Sherman he has used before, and they have to know every part of the car as well as possible. Every shell, not a single machine-gun bullet had to be figured out, and who knew when the brigade commander would pull them out to fight.

Li Yuming left with a few people, and it was almost dawn, and it was gratifying that almost all the supplies and ammunition had been put into the two large tunnels, and the people were almost exhausted from several hours of high-intensity work, and even the less than a hundred British prisoners were crying bitterly.

After all, he was not afraid of the United Nations-army planes, and Li Yong asked the team to be on guard. Then most of the people rest on the spot and restore the body.

At the moment of the command, all the people sat down, some sitting, some lying, and they were all tired anyway. Li Yong himself was tired enough, and he asked He Cuihua to inform the soldiers of the squad to start eating immediately after resting for an hour, because anything could happen on the battlefield. If you don't have goods in your stomach, you don't have the strength to do it.

The horizon in the distance slowly turned white, and the fog gradually dissipated. The line of sight gradually became clearer, and the parliament-government-government covered by ice and snow was silver-white.

It's a world covered in snow and ice. The view from the telescope is all beautiful, with mountains, glaciers, and endless silver trees.

Discord with the scenery in the distance is yesterday's battlefield.

The black, charred, shattered, frozen human organs, the cars and tanks that cost a lot of money, all show how unusual this place is, and that's when people realize how fierce the fighting was last night, the broken cars, the tanks, the weapons that were discarded everywhere, and the corpses.

A fully staffed British battalion was killed by more than 300 people, and although it was said that the soldiers had cleaned up some of the corpses after the battle, because they had to shift their main energy to transporting supplies, and because it was dark, it was impossible to clean up the battlefield environment too cleanly, and the battlefield after dawn looked shocking.

Death in war is not the same as normal birth, old age, sickness and death, and it is difficult for anyone to see a person who was alive a day ago suddenly become a mess of flesh and die, and it is difficult for anyone to repeat it in words.

Charles, who had been appointed as the squad's military adviser, had been following Li Yong, and the corpses of his compatriots were strewn all over the ground, because he knew most of the dead people.

Li Yong knew what he was thinking, fortunately, Chief Li knew English, Li Yong told Charles, war is cruel, in such an environment, no one can say whether they can survive, maybe we will end up like them, you British don't stay in your own country, and fight a foolish war with the far East Korea behind the ass of the Americans, and if you die, you will die in vain, I can't understand what those noble lords in the upper echelons of Britain think in their hearts, is it because you want to please the United States? Coming to Korea to fight is not like you fighting against fascist Germany, but fighting a just war.

Charles understood Li Yong's point of view, not because he was a prisoner, but because he really couldn't understand why one of their battalions was transferred from Hong Kong to North Korea, and Hong Kong -- what a wonderful place it was.

The squad had breakfast, because of the great abundance of supplies, the soldiers' food was very rich, beef stewed potatoes, and what the soldiers thought could be eaten, all of which were thrown into the marching pot, but at this time, everyone was in a mood not to be in a hurry.

The soldiers were too sleepy and tired, since yesterday afternoon when they crossed the Imjin River, everyone had not closed their eyes even for a minute, all the time was spent fighting and marching, and then they knocked out the enemy's large supply point in one go, and it was said that they could rest for a while, but the intense work of transporting supplies exhausted the last bit of strength in the body.

Li Yong looked at his watch, and at half past six in the morning, a large part of the soldiers who had eaten a few bites of food fell asleep on the ground, snoring one after another.

The morning is the coldest time of the day, the temperature drops to dozens of degrees below zero, and it is easy to have accidents when camping in the open air, but the soldiers are too tired, and some people fall asleep, and they can't wake up no matter how others shout, and the troops are too tired, just like the saying that circulates in the old units of the People's Liberation Army, the greatest enjoyment of life is to fall asleep, and even if you only sleep for half an hour at a critical time, it will be of great use.

Li Yong didn't want to wake up the soldiers, but now was really not the time to sleep, not just because of the cold, the sky was about to dawn, and the planes of the United Nations army should be preparing at the airport and on the aircraft carrier at this time, and according to the narrow geographical location of North Korea, it would be a few hours before they could reach the airspace over the parliament, government, and government.

"Get up, get up, everyone go to the cave to sleep, if you can't find the cave, let's find the tunnel, anyway, there are roads and railways in this area, I don't believe you can't even find a hole, you platoon hurry up, do you want me to kick it." He Cuihua, the deputy company commander, was looking for trouble everywhere.

Don't look at He Cuihua putting her mind on Li Yong all day long, this can't erase her ability, He Cuihua is a very good military commander in the independent brigade, and she also sees that it is inappropriate for the soldiers to sleep like this, so she didn't wait for Li Yong to give an order to let the troops stop sleeping, no matter how sleepy they are, they must insist on it, even if they want to sleep, they have to find caves and tunnels to sleep.

Deputy Company Commander He was still quite powerful in the squad, and the soldiers of several platoons, including their platoon commanders Sanniu and Xiaocheng, were all kicked and scolded by He Cuihua.

The soldiers walked crookedly, under the leadership of their squad and platoon leader, to find a hiding point, which was due to the excessive consumption of the body, but Li Yong was not worried, according to the soldiers' physical reserves, they would be able to recover after a sleep.

Li Yong still had one thing in mind, he was thinking about the Yankee M46 Patton.

It's a really good thing, power, firepower, and protection are all second to none at that time, it is not easy to capture one, Li Yong and the soldiers of the squad also got one by mistake, but they can't let the United Nations plane's plane be reimbursed for a bomb, thinking of this, Li Yong didn't care about the pain on his body, patted his butt and walked towards the position of Li Yuming and the tank.

"Li Yuming, what's going on? Hurry up and hide, the UN-Army planes are coming soon. ”

Li Yuming jumped out of the tank with a grin: "Brigade commander, come and see this track, it's different from what we used before, no wonder it turns its butt when it opens, and the British don't understand it." ”

Li Yong, Li Yuming, and the Englishman Bill, several people attached themselves to look at the M46 track, this look really shows that the problem is coming, others may not know, but Li Yong knows it, if you can't even understand this, then it's not Li Yong, this M46 is clearly equipped with a rubber track.

"Brigade commander, I don't understand why the Yankees use such tank tracks and walk like a small-footed old woman."

Li Yong completely understood why the mobility of these M46 tanks was so poor last night was not that the British did not want to dodge the shells of the recoilless guns, but that they could not dodge, and the reason was on the tracks.

There are many advantages of hanging rubber tracks, but the only disadvantage is that it is not suitable for walking on roads covered with ice and snow, and the adhesion is too poor.

Thanks to the old man chengxijian, the wind clock passerby, the blue sea chat, 080824111255472, the dark-ahhhh (To be continued......)