As dawn came, the gloomy sky finally began to clear up. Although it was only a short half hour, it was enough to bring a hint of warmth to people in the cloudy world.

While Oshima Yoshikazu was still busy cleaning up the mess, he suddenly received a report that a captured officer, Captain Lu Zezhengsheng, came back with a white flag. He brought Yang Hao's message and asked both sides to exchange the bodies of the dead soldiers.

In the temporary command center, a group of officers watched angrily, Captain Lu Zezhengsheng knelt on the ground, his butt was raised high, and his face was flat on the ground, without moving.

Oshima Yoshihara's face was as gloomy as if it had just been burned by fire, black and scorched. His eyes stared at the back of his head like awls, and he asked word by word: "Why didn't you commit suicide?!"

Lu Ze Zhengsheng is very cowardly.

The first shell did not kill him, but just made him covered in dirt. But in the enraged escape, he was hit by an unknown bastard behind him. He was so desperate that there was a ditch in front. He hit the edge of the ditch and fainted on the spot.

Yang Hao led his men to charge in front, and the one who couldn't keep up with him swept the tail and retracted the wounded soldiers. He coincidentally caught him and survived.

He was not dead at that time, and it was hard to die later. Although he did not torture him seriously, Lu Zezhengsheng had no longer resisted much. Yang Hao was too lazy to deal with such a soft boy. After confirming that some of the bodies of the Qing soldiers were not brought back, he immediately asked him to bring them back for exchange messages.

Smearing and fighting, killing and casualties are inevitable.

Yang Hao's troops all remembered that they would never give up on their brothers, so they brought back all the casualties they could find when retreating. However, there were always omissions. Especially those soldiers who participated in the war for the first time, their minds were blank when they were nervous.

Not to mention the Qing soldiers. Their method of seriously lacking the organization of middle officers. Except for a group of people scrambling to attack by the commander, they would not do anything once they were dispersed. They ran quite quickly when they retreated, but how many people still remember to clean up their own bodies?

Although the total number is not large, Yang Hao still firmly does not abandon it or give up.

Lu Ze Zhengxiong himself had no shame to see anyone, so he simply knelt on the ground and let him deal with it.

The officers next to him were furious at his silent attitude and rushed up to punch and kick. They were extremely heavy and regarded him as an enemy who was incompatible.

After all, Yoshima Oshima was a veteran. He suppressed his anger and kept everyone away, grabbed him and asked, "Do they have any other requests besides changing the body?"

"No."

Lu Zemao also felt strange. At this point, the other party had all the advantages and asked for more conditions. I am afraid that this side would have to agree, right?

"So have you seen their commanders? Or have you discovered any of their troops deployed and equipped?"

"No. I've been blindfolded."

Don't mention the aggrievance in Lu Zezhengxiong's heart. Apart from hearing a couple speaking Chinese, he still couldn't understand, he didn't see the other party's situation at first sight.

Yoshima Oshima was helpless. No wonder he sent him back so reassuringly. It turned out that he had considered all kinds of possibilities. Perhaps this guy had never even been to the other party's command center, or the other party didn't know that the captive was actually a captain?

He really couldn't find anything useful, so he waved his hand and ordered people to take Lu Ze Masao down. Oshima Yoshima thought about it over and over again, and finally decided that he would take action personally to replace him!

Regardless of his subordinates' obstruction, one hour later, Yoshihara Oshima, who had cleared the battlefield of his own, brought the only few big cars and came to the foot of the mountain, at the junction of the two armies.

There are still traces of various fortifications built when the attacks were launched several times. Many Japanese corpses were neatly arranged in a row, and the number was so large that they could not see them at first sight.

Looking back at the dozens of numbers on the cart, Oshima Yoshima was mixed with feelings. Not only did he lose this battle, but he was afraid that this bad mood, which was inferior to others, would probably accompany him for the rest of his life.

The officer who presided over the replacement soon came close, but Yoshihara Oshima was disappointed to see a young and tall Qing army, Shi Jianfei.

Oshima Yoshima felt humiliated.

He tightened his face, his eyes shot out from above his glasses, stared at Shi Jianfei's raised chin, and said in a low voice in Chinese: "I am the 9th Brigade of the Imperial Japanese Army, Major General Yoshima Oshima. Can you ask the supreme commander of your army to come out and meet? I really want to know who lost in his hands."

He thought that his posture had been as low as possible.

But Shi Jianfei did not say anything, with a hint of sarcasm on the corner of his lips, and he said loudly: "In this position, I am the highest-ranking officer in the Qing Dynasty! Sorry, Major General, we cannot treat each other equally for the time being!"

Yoshima Oshima was angry, but he kept his dignity.

The Grand Master Okawai next to him took a step forward and said sternly: "You know what the Major General said is the commander of another force!"

Shi Jianfei pretended to be surprised: "Oh? Is there another army here? Major General, I must solemnly remind you that the Qing soldiers who blocked your way on this position were the Qing soldiers. Apart from that, there was no one else."

Oshima Yoshima took a deep breath and nodded vigorously: "Very good! Then we don't waste our time, let's start the exchange!"

He couldn't stay there for a moment, so he looked up at Yang Hao, who was vaguely visible on the hill in the distance, and turned around and left. The rest of the matter would naturally be handled by others.

"Oh, it's such a pity. That kid can give it to you first. I said, sir, will we not let it go next time?"

Huang Lebo looked unhappy. It was obviously our victory, but he was unfair to give the lottery to others.

Yang Hao smiled and said, "It's better that there is something that can't be revealed. Haven't you seen it? The Japanese army followed many foreign journalists behind us. Taking pictures of our real situation for them will attract a large number of evil wolves. At present, we still have to keep a low profile for the time being."

Keep your strength and keep your low profile, and make a difference. In other words, dig deep holes, accumulate grain, build high walls, and become king slowly.

Once the career he wants to do is in a clear place, it is necessary to oppose the whole world. Before he has enough power, he cannot covet a temporary glory and destroy the good situation and the simplicity.

Huang Lebo didn't have so much foresight. He grabbed the scalp irritably, shook his head and went back to adjust the recruits.

At the foot of the mountain, journalists from all over the world recorded this scene with cameras or brushes.

In an era when some classical chivalrous spirit remained in various countries, such behavior was considered a symbol of civilized people. It is easy to say that living people will fight to death, but it is rare to give decent gatherings to the dead soldiers.

There is no doubt that Shi Jianfei made a big splash.

If it were other Qing army officers, they might have been panicked. After all, he had been in European countries for many years and was not afraid of this scene. On the contrary, he answered many questions from reporters in fluent English and German, leaving a very good impression.

Of course, the foreigners' request to go up the mountain to interview was rejected by him without hesitation. What a joke? If you see the truth, how can you still be in trouble in the future!

It was expected that the Japanese army could not organize an effective attack for the time being, so while cleaning up the stall at the foot of the mountain, Yang Hao ordered the firepower company to dismantle the heavy weapons from behind and transport them to Huangzhou. The bodies of the wounded and soldiers were also transported away. By the evening, there were only less than 500 elite troops left on the mountain.

Oshima Yoshita did not expect such a change at all. He thought Yang Hao would be here and he fought to the end, just trying to find a way to find an opportunity. However, he would not have thought that Yang Hao would stop when he saw it, and he was about to run away!

Yang Hao couldn't escape. The soldiers fought continuously, and they were exhausted, their ammunition was consumed quite seriously, and their weapons and equipment needed maintenance, and all the main goals of this battle were achieved. He would continue to stay here and accompany the Japanese army tossing, which would be a fool!

At night, the dark sky was like a piece of black cloth, covering the vast earth of the mountains.

Yang Hao looked down at the distance from the top of the Sheren Pass again at the location of the Japanese camp. His hands hanging beside him clenched into fists, and his heart was secretly ruthless: "This time, I am not strong enough to let you go for the time being. Next time, when I lead thousands of troops, I will uproot your entire Japanese devils!"

Turning back on Kong Guanghan's shoulder, he slapped: "The rest is left to you. Remember, save your lives first, don't take risks easily!"

Kong Guanghan laughed and said, "Don't worry, sir, Lao Kong is very comfortable in his work!"

Yang Hao nodded and quietly retreated along the path behind with the guard squad and the remaining personnel.

When their shadows completely disappeared, Kong Guanghan was ready to grin and grinned at the twenty good men under his command: "Brothers, leave this gift to the Japanese. You must give it a little more solid. Don't waste the hard work of the engineer brothers!"

"I understand! Ensure the task is completed!"

"Haha, Boss Kong said it well, the Japanese will be punished without a reply!"

Everyone waited and scattered.

Time flies, it is already early in the morning of September 9th. Yoshima Oshima, who is consciously insulted, sent people out quietly again.

However, this time, he was more careful in his actions. The teams that came forward were scattered, with a radius of dozens of meters per person, with a total of only one or two hundred, and were purely coming up to find information.

The Japanese army, who had suffered enough, tried carefully and tried carefully, and rubbed for half an hour before entering the front line. But they pricked up their ears and heard nothing!

This was not right! The Japanese army became more and more nervous. After a few strokes, they suddenly shot a few gunshots and knocked down several of them.

"It's really prepared!"

The tentative team immediately retreated and dodged. After more than ten minutes, they groped and approached again.

After a long struggle, at three or four o'clock in the morning, the number of Japanese troops scattered over was increasing, but the gunshots on the mountain suddenly disappeared without a trace!

Strange! Where have people gone? Finally, some brave ones rushed over with a stream of blood, but found that the trench was empty!

They rushed up unwillingly until the top of the servants' gate, and there was still no one!

"Enemy...all enemy troops have been withdrawn!"

The messenger stumbled into the command center and shouted excitedly. This news made them wait for many days without any!

"Ni?!" Oshima Yoshima stood up and his face changed drastically, "No! Let the troops who went up immediately retreat, there is a problem!" (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!

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