"vomit……"

"vomit……"

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The new recruits had been in a state of high tension before and did not pay attention to the smell of blood in the air or the broken limbs on the road below.

When the battlefield calmed down and the new recruits relaxed, the tragic scenes around them stimulated their senses like a violent storm.

These recruits were originally just honest farmers and campus students. They had never been on the battlefield before, let alone killed someone.

At present, many soldiers vomited out the remaining food in their stomachs, and even kept retching after vomiting.

Dai Jie also had an overwhelming desire to vomit in his stomach, but he could hold it back for the time being.

Until Shigeru Fujita's huge head rolled to his feet, and his eyes that had not completely lost consciousness blinked at him as if asking for help. He couldn't bear it anymore, turned around and joined the crowd of people who were vomiting crazily.

Xie Chengrui originally wanted to capture Fujita Shigeru and take him to Jincheng for public trial, but Wu Yong chopped off the latter's head with a knife. Seeing this, he did not express any words of blame. He should be partly responsible for the sacrifices of Gu Quan and the 354th Regiment.

responsibility.

The two soldiers moved the horse's body away and brought the pistol and saber from Shigeru Fujita to Xie Chengrui.

Xie Chengrui held it in his hand and bumped it. The Japanese commander's saber was indeed very good, especially the sword belonged to a captain of the Major Corps. After admiring it for a while, he threw it back into the soldier's arms.

"These are our trophies. You can keep them and show them to the people across the country in the future!"

"Yes!" The soldier carefully held the saber in his arms.

"Dai Jie!" Xie Chengrui shouted.

Dai Jie, who was so vomited that he was so dizzy, quickly wiped his mouth and ran over.

"chief of staff?"

"Send someone to send news of the victory back to Jincheng, and ask Director Wang Liang of the Political Department to organize ordinary people to help collect the remains of the brothers of the 354th Regiment.

Let the military newspaper also send a few people over to take some photos of the scene. The Japanese cavalry regiment has been annihilated, but we still have a lot of work to do in the follow-up!"

Xie Chengrui's thinking is no longer limited to the military aspect now. After following Jiangdong for a long time, he has also learned the way of thinking of using all available resources!

"Yes, I have written it down!" Dai Jie said hesitantly:

"Should our original battle plan continue to be implemented? Is it to take advantage of the situation to capture places such as Quwo and Yicheng?"

This plan was first proposed by Dai Jie, but something unexpected happened just after the plan was implemented, causing the entire 354th Regiment to be wiped out. He now lacks the confidence to speak.

Both Xie Chengrui and Wu Yong's brows jumped slightly. The former thought for a while and then replied:

"We have made such a big sacrifice. Simply annihilating a Japanese cavalry regiment is far from enough. The new soldiers are temporarily assigned to the supplementary regiment, and Commander Feng is ordered to take full command of the battles in Yicheng and Quwo!"

Dai Jie's face lit up, as long as he could successfully regain the two places, the credit for his advice would not be lost.

"Okay, I'll go talk to Commander Feng personally!"

Xie Chengrui turned to look at Wu Yong,

"Battle Commander Wu, you and your brothers should go back to Jincheng with me. The troops have all left. Jincheng is now an empty city. If something special happens, I still need your help!"

Wu Yong nodded without hesitation. Gu Quan's great revenge had been avenged, and he had no intention of attacking the city or territory for the time being.

The snowflakes in the sky are gradually sparse, and it seems that the snow will stop soon.

The Political Department will be responsible for collecting the remains of the dead brothers. 2,000 recruits joined Feng Jinzhang's supplementary regiment and were temporarily organized into a new military camp.

The battle was not over yet, and the troops started again, heading towards Yangcheng despite the wind and snow.

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On the afternoon of the 30th, brothers from the Third Battalion of the Supplementary Regiment responsible for defending Yangcheng discovered a troop of more than 2,000 people approaching slowly.

In the wind and snow, it was difficult to see clearly the numbers of the troops, and it was difficult to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy.

"boom!!!"

Seeing that the troops on the opposite side were not in an attacking posture, the sentry brothers fired shots in the air to signal them not to come any closer.

Yan Yilun, who was staying behind in Yangcheng, heard the gunshots and rushed to the west gate. When he saw the third battalion commander Zeng Jian standing outside the city talking to people, he hurriedly ran over with his guards.

The person talking to the third battalion commander had a colonel's military medal on his shoulder. Yan Yilun didn't react for a moment.

"they are……"

Zeng Jian said in a distrustful tone,

"From the 218th Regiment of the 22nd Division of the Central Army!"

Yan Yilun squinted his eyes and looked at the colonel and the few people behind him. He saw that these people were only wearing thin summer military uniforms and were shivering in the cold wind.

Although the colonel in the lead tried his best to look high-spirited and upright, his lips were purple and his body was trembling slightly. It was obvious that he was severely cold.

"You are the regiment that contained the Japanese troops in Quwo?" Yan Yilun suddenly remembered.

The colonel smiled bitterly and nodded, "I heard that you are planning to annihilate the Japanese cavalry regiment. We are here to help!"

Looking again at the opponent's thin military uniform and body shivering from the cold, Yan Yilun felt moved in his heart.

He heard that the life of the national army in Zhongtiao Mountain was very hard, but he didn't expect that they didn't even have winter clothes. He stretched out his hand and shook hands with the colonel solemnly, and then said to Zeng Jian:

"Hurry up and tell the cooking team to make ginger soup and prepare hot dishes and rice. The brothers from the 218th Regiment have come all the way and must be freezing!

Also, free up part of our barracks for friendly brothers to move in, and then go see if there are any extra military uniforms in the warehouse, whether they are ours or those of the captured little Japanese, and give them to the brothers of the 218th Regiment first.

After a while, it’s not worth it to get frozen in this snowy weather!”

Zeng Jian was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly ran into the city under the threat of Yan Yilun's eyes.

The leader of the 218th Regiment had tears in his eyes after hearing this arrangement. No matter how hard and tired he was, he would insist on beating the little devils, but he still felt sorry for the more than 2,000 old brothers who followed him.

Everyone shed blood and died on the battlefield, but they couldn't get a warm cotton coat or a hot meal in exchange.

The soldiers were bleeding and crying, and the leader of the 218th Regiment felt miserable.

"Thank you!" the leader said sincerely.

Yan Yilun waved his hand carelessly,

"Brother, you're welcome. We are all Chinese soldiers. We should help each other. Let the brothers enter the city quickly!

You can have a good rest for two days, the Japanese cavalry unit should have been wiped out by now!"

The leader of the 218th Regiment suppressed his excitement and curiosity and led his brothers slowly into the city.

Yan Yilun stood at the city gate and looked at the brothers of the 218th Regiment. The situation was worse than what he first saw.

The brothers in this regiment were basically wearing single clothes, and many of them didn't even have a pair of cloth shoes on their feet. They just had a piece of rag wrapped around the straw sandals, which was barely enough to keep out the cold.

Although the brothers of 218 look like beggars, the weapons in the hands of the soldiers are still there, and their expressions are not completely numb.

Yan Yilun looked at the thin figure in the front,
Chapter completed!