"Company Commander Cui! Company Commander Cui... the regimental commander is calling for you!"
That evening, I was groggily awakened by the communications officer. I scrambled to my feet, rubbed my sore eyes, and grabbed a handful of snow to wipe my face and clear my head. I picked up my rifle and followed the communications officer toward the regimental headquarters.
A dozen minutes later, we entered an air-raid shelter. Rows of people were already sitting on the ground inside, mostly key members of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army. I recognized a few People's Army soldiers, including Cui Chengxi and his bodyguard. As soon as I entered
the shelter, I was hit by a stench. There was no way around it; the conditions for the Volunteer Army soldiers were poor. It was common for them to g
