The bloody morning sun slowly rises from the horizon, bringing light and warmth to the earth.

The pig-catching operation lasted for more than two hours, and it came to an end after the sun rose.

Jiang Dong took one last drag of his cigarette, then threw the butt of the cigarette to the ground and stepped on it a few times with his toes.

As the sun rose higher and higher, the scene in front of Jiangdong became clearer.

Layers upon layers of corpses cover the vast wilderness, and mutilated limbs and pieces of flesh can be seen everywhere. The red blood dries and dyes the earth dark black. Human body parts are mixed with weapon and equipment parts. The chaos and blood of the battlefield are here.

Shown vividly.

The smell of blood in the air has dissipated a lot, but the thick smell of gunpowder smoke lingers for a long time.

The soldiers of the 1st Guards Division and other friendly brothers were cleaning the battlefield on the bloody field. The bayonets in their hands were sometimes raised and sometimes dropped. The lucky ones in the pile of corpses died during the rise and fall of the bayonets.

Jiang Dong and Wei Junru stood together, with Zhao Erniu and the soldiers of the inner guard behind them.

"Chief Jiang, Chief Wei, look at what this is?"

Deng Shouzhong and several soldiers quickly came to Jiangdong and Wei Junru.

Jiang Dong and Wei Junru looked curiously and saw that Deng Shouzhong was holding a saber without a scabbard in his hand, and the soldier behind him was dragging a headless corpse.

The two of them thought of something at the same time, and joy appeared in their eyes.

"This was discovered by Deputy Commander Cao of the 1st Division, the old Japanese soldier Shengwu Tanabe's saber." Deng Shouzhong said as he presented the saber to Jiang Dong and Wei Junru.

After Jiang Dong took it, he looked at it carefully and said with admiration:

"Haha, it's actually the sword given to me by the Japanese Emperor."

Wei Junru also took the saber in his hand and looked at it carefully, the joy in his eyes even greater than Jiang Dong's.

"It's the old devil's body, right? Where's the head?"

Jiang Dong pointed at the headless corpse and said.

Senior Japanese officers like Tanabe Moritake had a 99.99% chance of committing suicide when defeated. Koto had no hope of catching him alive, so he couldn't be happy or angry.

Upon hearing Jiang Dong's question, Deng Shouzhong shouted to the back,

"Where's the head?"

"Coming!"

"Hurry up, sir, you want to see it, don't waste your time!"

After a while, a brother jumped over and ran over holding Tanabe Moritake's head.

There were scenes on this battlefield that were several times bloodier than cutting off heads. The brothers didn't think there was anything wrong with holding a head in their arms like a chamber pot.

Jiangdong saw that Tanabe Shengwu's head was not cut off neatly, but there was a string of unevenly cut flesh attached to the Adam's apple.

Deng Shouzhong explained clearly the entire process of discovering Tanabe Shengwu's body in a few words.

Without the cooperation of the Japanese staff officer named Inoguchi, it would not have been easy to find Tanabe Moritake from the pile of corpses on such a bloody and messy battlefield.

Jiang Dong did not ask Deng Shouzhong what the fate of Zhukou was, and Deng Shouzhong himself did not say anything.

There are still many wounded Japanese soldiers on the battlefield. When cleaning the battlefield, the brothers will not hesitate to help them end their suffering.

Because neither Wei Junru nor Jiang Dong had the habit of wasting medicine on wounded Japanese soldiers.

Inoguchi's only value is to help find the body of Tanabe Moritake. Now that his value has been squeezed out, it is natural to pursue the division commander he has longed for.

While several people were talking, Zhang Shengqing, Zhou Cexun, Liang Xixian and others rushed over at the same time.

Seeing Tanabe Moritake's saber and corpse, everyone had another heated discussion and their emotions were very high.

"Report to Chief Wei, report to Chief General!" Liang Xixian saluted Jiang Dong and Wei Junru and said with a serious face:

"Preliminary statistics show that the Japanese 41st Division has 13,000 corpses, 800 prisoners, and countless guns and ammunition!

A Japanese troop fled north to Pingyao, but was completely wiped out outside Pingyao County.

The 98th Army on the west bank of the Fen River has also ended the battle!

At this point, no one from the Japanese 41st Division, from the commander of the division, Lieutenant General Moritake Tanabe, down to the ordinary soldiers, escaped!

Sirs, what a great victory for Jiexiu!"

Jiang Dong looked at Wei Junru, stretched out his right hand first, and then said in a brisk tone:

"Lao Wei, congratulations!"

"Hahaha……"

Wei Junru laughed and gave Jiang Dong a bear hug.

"Great victory! Great victory!

Won victory! Won victory!"

Liang Xixian, Deng Shouzhong, Zhou Cexun and others raised their arms and shouted loudly at the same time. Their faces were filled with smiles and their voices were louder and louder than ever before. Some even hugged each other excitedly.

Cheers gradually spread from the front of the Yangzhuang position to the entire battlefield. Brothers from the 1st Guards Division, 22nd Division, New 27th Division, Third Army and other units who were cleaning the battlefield cheered and shouted at the same time.

The flaming red military flag was waved by the soldiers, and under the waving military flag were brothers cheering with guns raised. Some of them were lame, some had their arms hanging, and some had their eyes covered with thick blood-colored gauze...

But without exception, everyone is cheering, at this moment... they are the winners!

The cheers continued for a long time. From the humiliating rat chase to the joyful rat extermination battle, the war situation reversed, and the mental outlook of each unit also changed.

Victory is the best way to unite the military spirit!

Jiang Dong looked at the jubilant brothers, his eyes gradually filled with mist.

"Why do I always have tears in my eyes? It's because I love this land so deeply!"

He said to himself in his heart.

This short sentence contains emotions that are deeper and broader than the ocean. This emotion is for the land, the nation, and the country...

"Brother Jiang, you should report your victory to the Military Commission and Chairman immediately!" Wei Junru said after getting excited, taking Jiang Dong's arm.

Jiang Dong blinked his eyes, letting the hot tears disappear.

"The 5th Army and the 14th Army are the main forces in this battle. Let Brother Wei send the victory telegram."

Wei Junru originally wanted to shirk it, but he thought that the 39th Army Corps had already had enough military exploits, and Jiang Dong was already a second-level general in the National Revolutionary Army. He might not look down on such a small contribution, so he generously agreed.

Come down.

After Wei Junru left, Jiang Dong grabbed Deng Shouzhong, who was still in excitement, and asked:

"Except for Tanabe Moritake, how many senior generals of the Japanese 41st Division can you find?

Has the 98th Army found the body of the Chief of Staff of the 41st Division?"

Deng Shouzhong swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva. After his throat was moist, he stuttered slightly and said:

"We should still be able to find a few captains!

It is said that Yamashita Taro's body fell into the Fen River, and it may have been eaten by fish after such a long time."

Jiang Dong nodded, rolled his eyes a few times and whispered:

"If you can find officers above the rank of colonel, try to find them.

After a while, you ask the brothers to dig a big pit in a place that does not occupy farmland and throw all the corpses of the Japanese into it, and then find some masons. This is what you do with the corpse of Shengwu beside the field..."

Deng Shouzhong lowered his head and listened to Jiang Dong's instructions. His eyes widened the more he listened, and finally he couldn't even close his mouth.

"Do you understand? You must get this done for me!"

Deng Shouzhong recovered from the shock, and his face was filled with an eagerness to try for an instant.

"Please rest assured, sir, I will definitely handle things beautifully in this humble position!"

Deng Shouzhong made a very exaggerated military salute to Jiangdong.

Jiang Dong waved his hand casually,

"Go quickly, the reporters will be here soon!"

"yes!!!"

The officers on the side all cast doubtful glances, and Jiang Dong smiled at them without giving any explanation.

Reporters from Jincheng Military Daily, Jincheng Minbao, Central Daily News, Ta Kung Pao, Time Magazine, The Times and other newspapers arrived in Lingshi yesterday afternoon.

After the outbreak of World War II, Jiang Dong's actions in the past two years gave people a sense of insight into everything. He seemed to be God, having anticipated and prepared for everything that was about to happen.

This feeling makes countries all over the world pay attention to every move of Jiangdong. It can be said that Jiangdong's name is now a guarantee of newspaper sales.

Jiangdong personally led the 1st Guards Division to support Pingyao and break up the battlefield. After receiving the news, reporters from various newspapers swarmed in like sharks smelling blood.

They had reported the news of the victory and victory many times before, and many reporters had already drafted the press release before officially setting foot on the Jiexiu battlefield.

All they have to do is go to the battlefield and take a few bloody photos, and then a glowing article about the victory will appear in the newspaper.

Soldiers were carrying corpses and collecting weapons and ammunition, while reporters from various newspapers were busy pressing the shutter of their cameras.

These reporters were all old friends of Jiangdong. The blood on the battlefield only made them feel slightly uncomfortable and did not show any major reaction.
To be continued...