Korea: The Dark Days

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Chapter Six

Chapter six: A Broken Promise

After being taken to Beijing from the Capitol, I had a gruesome recovery, I was able to start walking again in July. The Chinese doctors understood that I needed to stay in good health, and the North gave the doctors 4 million Won to keep me in the best shape as possible. The Chinese doctors managed to also repair other wounds I had in my legs and body. Then I heard the news from Kim Jong-Un from a safehouse in Dandong.

“Hu-Ku.” He said, in a video cast. “You will be going to the Chinese front with Russia in exchange for help to win a war. I want to put my elite soldiers onto the battlefront with China. You will be returned when the Russians surrender to the Chinese or some deal is maintained or if we need you much so in the mainland. Best of luck.”

I was infuriated.

“Why?!” I yelled, “I was his best soldier, and he wants me to go fight in China for some bullshit tanks!”

I was physically upset, and punched myself in the gut a couple times. The Chinese doctors had to come in and sedate me. I didn't even know that there was a war between China and Russia. When I came to, the Chinese doctors video called Kim.

“Hu-Ku. I heard about your rage. you are one of the most powerful and moving men I have ever seen. I want you to show Chinese forces that we are capable. Besides, you know you can fight, lead the Chinese soldiers to victory, In Kazakhstan, they will follow you. I know you can do this.” He said, before ending the call.

So when It was close to being released from the hospital, I was informed and briefed on the war.

“So Kazakhstan is a war zone right now, with Pro-Chinese and Pro-Russian supporters, and they’re in the middle of fighting over territory. Plus it's also a war for China because the Russians are supplying the South as the Chinese are supplying the North. So it's a additional war to that, and the two sides in the Kazakhstan region is just adding more tension. A decision will probably occur in a few weeks.”

So about July 18th, 2026, I was released from the hospital, and there was a North Korean truck waiting for me. It had 10 men waiting.

“Mr Hu-Ku, we are en-route to the battlefield for the Pro-Chinese army. The capital of Kazakhstan is currently under Pro-Russian control. Their objective is to take the Capital, and hopefully end the war, and split the country from there, and join China.”

So I had been given my weapon back, and I was given orders to do my best to lead. The drive took sixteen hours to get to Kazakhstan and then another two to get towards the front lines. Astana, the capital, was the source of major fighting. 4 armies were coming together to fight there. And now, a smaller 5th one was joining in. So we met with the 44th DPRK battalion, 30 kilometers from the capital. So I briefed them with the mission details. So we didn't expect too much fighting. So we joined the front lines in the battle for Astana. The pro-Russian/Russian army was in control of 80% of the city, and we had to help the Chinese army to get control of the city. So we were given a basic layout of the city.

We had to aim for the airport next, because then it would control most of the air around here, and supplies given out to the soldiers. So this airport was one of the busiest back before the two sides of the countries begun clashing. So we were able to help battle our way to the airport, but the airport was nothing like I’ve seen before, very modernized for the western world. So we had to surround the airport and then take it, as we had no other way.

We then surrounded the airport and my group of 900 soldiers, we had to take the front entrances of the airport. Then 2,100 would follow up and help take control of the front of the airport. We managed to take the airport in fashion, however. The city of Astana would eventually fall into Pro-Chinese hands in 4 weeks, then after the battling around the city, I was informed that Kim wanted me back to Pyongyang along with the remainder of our army, which was 12,500 left alive from battling. Over 2,000,000 had been killed in the battle of Astana, including 10,000 North Koreans. The total war in Kazakhstan had killed 10,500,850, almost as much as Seoul's losses from the nuclear missile. So we drove back, knowing we had helped create a better land for China, as the Pro-Chinese armies had joined China, making the Chinese have to send delegates to the areas where the fighting was. So It took 28 hours for the truck ride to reach Pyongyang, and I was glad to be back in North Korea. But things were starting to heat up, as it was August now. The South had recently spent $2 billion won on a shipment of 25,000 tanks from the Russians and Americans, and they also were bringing in 10,000 Australian airplanes.

Since us Northerners were not affiliated by that many countries, we had to rely on China. They had given us 10,000 tanks which was plenty, we knew it was probably not enough to help us on the front.

The South had been holding their ground, my armies had not gained much while I was gone, and my regiment of the 74th Army, had been completely killed in the battle of Daegu.

Now, the South was under 88 kilometers away from being completely wiped out. But, the army was suffering from recent setbacks. The economy was taking a heavy hit, as we were buying tanks and other equipment from China, and we were also having the entire fit population going into war, lessening the production of our country as well, throwing us into a economic situation.

We had 8.7 million on the battlefields in the whole peninsula, with well over 2.0 million of our men dead in the battlefields. Another thing was, our hospitals were at full force, doctors working around the clock to keep patients alive. When I arrived in Pyongyang on August 21st, I got to visit a small hospital set up about a few blocks from a bigger hospital. I saw at least forty people being worked on, in a tented area. I realized that war was starting to make an impact on us, the North. I also saw trucks driving to and from the Bigger hospital about two blocks away, and they were full. I could tell which ones were the wounded and those who were being transported back to the front.

I saw at least a hundred trucks coming in a hour to and from the hospital. I also then walked over, and noticed that there was a rather quite odd feeling. I walked out back, and noticed that there was a mass grave. When I got attention of a busy nurse, she said those were the ones who were unable to make it and they would throw those who had mortal wounds on them, and were in a 80% chance to die. I couldn't believe how many people were in that grave, and then I saw a man carrying a corpse out from the back, and he threw him in there. I noticed he had recently died too, as the doctors uniform was covered in blood. I then saw a man coming up.

“What the hell?” I said, and got closer.

He threw a match in there, into the bodies. Then the flames came out and they were burning in seconds. This mass grave of people was being burnt. Unbelievable, I thought. As I met the supreme leader at a local restaurant, he had news for me.

“The people you saw being burned, we don't have the supplies to treat them. They were people who fought really hard and got wounded to the point beyond repair. I’m sorry you had to see that, but we are literally spending all our money fund an army and to be able to win a war. We also are unable to gain money as we have to borrow from China. China is very lenient with us as they want us to succeed. That's why we are having this problem.” He said as he gave me a deadly glare, and it was end of discussion.

I would not return to the front until October, as I had rehab to do, and my body was sore. I also met a man who managed to survive a mine explosion down in Seoul, and he was missing his legs. He told me, that he didn't see the point in waiting in Pyongyang for a war's end. He wanted to go fight. But he couldn't as he had lost his legs. I told him to go join the sniping corps. And his assistant did help.

Around October 30th, I was allowed to return to the front. By now, the Southern army was digging in, and holding off offensives, and their impromptu government was hiding in Japan, until they can work something out, or surrender.

So Kim and I worked on the next offensive, called Operation Barbarossa. It would include the end of the Southern army, and the win of us, the North. Boseong would be a primary target for Group A. I was to lead the group B to Busan and take the city, and cut the South Korean defenses in two, and push upwards to Ulsan. We would then force the remaining defenders to surrender. But however, this would not go as planned, and would be a fatal mistake as we would end up losing in 3 more years.

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