The gunfire ahead gradually subsided, and the shouts of battle faded into the south. It seemed the puppet troops were unable to hold out and were beginning to retreat. This was entirely expected. During the day, the puppet troops, fully equipped with American weaponry, might have had an advantage, but at night they could only fight the Chinese People's Volunteer Army head-on. With their inferior skills, how could they possibly compete with the battle-hardened Volunteer Army?
"What's wrong?" I asked, puzzled, watching the old sergeant and the others packing their gear. "Are we setting off again? Didn't we not receive any orders?"
"Platoon Leader Cui!" the old sergeant chuckled. "You don't know our Commander Chu's rotten temper. If you follow him, you'll never be short of fighting."
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