85. Chapter 85 085 Big Dog: Battalion Commander, Monk Wei is dying (43k)

Author: Jie Shiye

Chapter 85 085 Big Dog: Battalion Commander, Monk Wei is dying! (4.3k)

Cleaning up the battlefield after the battle is the specialty of the independent battalion.

With the help of the captives, it was easily done in only a quarter of an hour.

In this battle, the newly formed 10th regiment of the Third Group of the Puppet North China Security Army was completely wiped out, 356 people including Colonel Liu Yinhuan and below were killed and 474 were captured.

Seized were 2 heavy machine guns, 8 grenade launchers, 3 mortars, 15 light machine guns, 729 rifles, and more than 60,000 rounds of ammunition...

System: "Reward 100 cans of herring and a psychological warfare loudspeaker (an array composed of twelve high-power speakers, with a volume up to three thousand meters, and comes with thousands of shout recordings, which can automatically convert female voices, uncle voices, and lolita voices)

...), a short-range radio signal jammer."

Just after listening to the reward announcement, I heard the big dog shouting:

"Come on, mother, Monk, what's wrong with you? Battalion Commander, Battalion Commander, come and have a look, Monk is dead!"

When Wang Liang heard the big dog barking, he suddenly panicked. What happened to this naughty monk?

I quickly came to the truck and saw that the monk had rolled his eyes and his hands, feet and limbs were twitching.

When Wang Liang saw the open box of canned herrings on the ground with half of it missing, and the bluish-white soup flowing from the corner of the monk's mouth, he immediately understood what was going on.

Smiling, he kicked the big dog and said:

"What the hell are you doing standing still? Choking someone and giving him artificial respiration? Didn't Dean Takeda teach you that in the first aid training class?"

The big dog said very stubbornly: "I won't do it, but the battalion commander should do it. I'm not a fashionable person. This monk ate shit. It smelled so bad that he died of it. My dog ​​even choked! Beat me to death."

Don’t even do it!”

Wei Dayong: "..."

After the battlefield was cleaned and the Xin Zhan megaphone and short-range wireless jammer were found in the truck, Wang Liang ordered an immediate evacuation from the scene. Reinforcements from nearby strongholds should be arriving soon.

When Wang Liang led the wounded to Shigu Village.

The troops were waiting here to relax, and Shi Hongquan, colonel commander of the 1st Regiment of the 166th Division in the Shanxi-Chacha War Zone, and Ye Wanshou, lieutenant colonel commander of the 1st Column Battalion directly under the decisive battle, came out to greet them.

Afraid of being sniped, the two took off their officers' clothes and changed into soldiers' clothes without rank.

He stepped forward with a little but not much gloating:

"Brothers, don't be discouraged even if you lose the battle. It's already pretty good if you can escape unscathed."

"To fight a tough battle, we have to rely on our regular army. We will see later how we can severely damage the puppet army group."

Wang Liang was confused by these two people: "Where did these two idiots come from?"

After scolding Wang Liang, he led the team forward without looking back.

I am very tired after working hard for a long time, so the right way is to go back and rest quickly.

Ye Wanshou suddenly became anxious: "Hey! Who are you scolding?!"

Shi Hongquan stopped him: "Brother Ye, don't be like them. They feel ashamed after losing the battle. They are angry in their hearts and use us as a punching bag."

Ye Wanshou said: "It's really the incompetent people who have the worst tempers!"

…

Half an hour later.

After waiting for a while, the puppet troops did not come, but Chang Naichao and Chu Yunfei came back with the guards.

It turned out that the two men happened to encounter Japanese and puppet reinforcements on their way back and were forced to take a detour, thus wasting time.

Until now, Chang Naichao and Chu Yunfei have not yet come out of the shock caused by the battle where they turned their hands into clouds and turned into rain.

After hearing the situation introduced by Chang Naichao, Ye Wanshou didn't believe it even if he beat him to death: "What? The newly formed 10th regiment was completely wiped out by the Eighth Route Army?"

"A battalion of 300 people wiped out a regiment of 800 people?! Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

Shi Hongquan also said: "Chief of Staff Chang, stop making fun of us. Did the newly formed 10th Regiment change its route and not come towards our Shigu Village?"

Chang Naichao said helplessly: "Do you think I'm joking? The newly formed 10th Regiment was completely wiped out by the Eighth Route Independent Battalion."

"After the battle, they evacuated separately. The team that passed by Shigu Village just now should be the team transporting the wounded. The other team escorted four to five hundred prisoners and supplies to the east."

Chu Yunfei on the side nodded: "What Chief of Staff Chang said is true. This is indeed the case."

Chang Naichao was not joking. When Shi Hongquan and Ye Wanshou learned the truth, their eyes widened and their mouths opened wide, looking unbelievable and shocked.

Thinking about how just now I was gloating about comforting others...

No wonder people call me a fool...

The clown turned out to be himself...

After a long time, Chang Naichao said: "We should find an opportunity to get in touch with this independent battalion of the Eighth Route Army."

——

Three days later.

Japanese Army Lincheng County Headquarters.

The phone on Masato Kawamoto's desk rang while he was reading documents in the office.

"Sir, they're here."

"Oh, okay, I understand. Take them to the conference room. I'll be there in a moment."

Masato Kawamoto looked a little tired.

The Lincheng County he governed has always been a model benchmark for the central Hebei region.

Whether it's public security or economy, it ranks high.

But since the 386th Brigade Independent Battalion entered the territory, one situation after another occurred frequently.

Three days ago, all 800 members of the newly formed 10th Regiment of the Third Group of the North China Security Army were wiped out by the Independent Battalion!

After being shocked, Masato Kawamoto was filled with anger.

The calls from superiors at all levels to rebuke him made him even more confused.

He urgently needs to find a way to break the situation.

And the guest who visited today may be able to help him turn things around.

Masato Kawamoto washed his face, shaved off the beard that had grown on his chin, straightened his military uniform in the mirror, and went to the conference room.

"Chief of Staff Liu, I'm really sorry for keeping you waiting for so long!"

After Masato Kawamoto entered the conference room, he first gave a military salute and then bowed, very humble.

The person who came was none other than Liu Yuhuan and Liu Yinhuan, the older brothers of these two sworn brothers. Liu Jinhuan, then the Major General Chief of Staff of the Third Group Army of the North China Public Security Army.

Masato Kawamoto naturally looked down upon traitors like Liu Jinhuan from the bottom of his heart.

But the chief of staff of a major general is a position of real power, not to mention that Liu Jinhuan also served as the brigade commander of Fengjun. Many of his old subordinates are serving in the Third Group, and his appeal and influence cannot be underestimated.

So there still needs to be respect on the surface.

Seeing Chuanben coming, Liu Jinhuan didn't dare to support him and stood up quickly.

Although he was in an extremely bad mood at the moment, he had to force a smile when facing the Japanese who were their parents.

"Chief Kawamoto, you are too polite. I came here abruptly and disturbed your work. I should be the one to apologize to you."

Naturally, Liu Jinhuan would not dare to accept Masato Kawamoto's courtesy.

To be able to hold the position of chief of staff of the Third Group, the most basic skill is to have an insight into the world.

Liu Jinhuan knew very well that although he had a major general badge on his collar, it was no exaggeration to say that his status was definitely not higher than that of an ordinary Japanese private.

Because as a major general, he would never dare to shoot Japanese soldiers, because he would have to pay for it with his own life.

And if Japanese soldiers shot him, a major general, they would not be spared their lives. The Japanese side would only make a decision through negotiation.

It is not difficult to see from this the actual status of security army officers.

Of course, under normal circumstances, Japanese soldiers would not be stupid enough to provoke puppet military commanders.

Because even if he won't be dragged to risk his life, the military police captain will give him a hard lesson, which is enough to make him drink well.

Ever since, in the process of communication between the puppet army and the Japanese army, a strange phenomenon would occur.

Even if a Japanese colonel meets Major General Liu Jinhuan, he still has the proper etiquette. After all, face matters still need to be maintained.

But it is just a matter of etiquette. Facing the orders of the puppet major general, without the instruction of the commander, the Japanese privates will only turn a blind eye and not listen.

Kawamoto Masato asked Liu Jinhuan to sit down: "What happened to my younger brother is really a pity. By the time the supporting imperial army arrives on the battlefield, the battle will be over."

"The Eighth Route Army buried all the fallen security army soldiers. I would also like to ask Chief of Staff Liu for his opinion. Should I bury my younger brother in Lincheng County or take them back to Manchuria?"

"I know that you brothers are Manchurians. Chinese people are all about returning to their roots after falling leaves."

Kawamoto Masato's words undoubtedly deeply hurt Liu Jinhuan's heart.
To be continued...