With the withdrawal of the Japanese and puppet mopping up troops, the anti-mopping up in the Niukou Village base area officially came to an end.
In this battle, the soldiers sacrificed their blood and precious lives without any regrets.
"Comrades, we have won this counter-mopping up in Xicun and Zhangjiazhuang, an unprecedented victory!"
As regimental leader Kong Jie spoke loudly, the entire independent regiment base fell into cheers.
Villagers from Niukou Village, Xicun, Zhangjiazhuang and surrounding villages who were safely escorted back from the rear also witnessed this grand occasion.
Looking at the traces of gunpowder smoke, the remnants of the war everywhere, and the collected bodies of the soldiers who died heroically, many villagers burst into tears.
The devastation was enough to witness the brutality of this anti-mopping operation, but throughout the entire battle, the villagers were completely protected, and there were not even any casualties.
These are the soldiers of our people, leaving danger to ourselves and safety to the people.
There are resolute faces and fiery gazes, but at a glance, they are all young children!
The old village chiefs of several villages shed tears and kept saying thank you to the Eighth Route Army soldiers: "Comrade Eighth Route Army, thank you! Thank you!"
The Third Company Commander, who was thanked repeatedly, scratched his head in embarrassment. Instead, he looked at several villages and the grateful villagers behind him, and said, "Folks, I'm sorry. You're such a bastard." The Japanese came in large numbers this time, and we failed to protect the village. Many houses in the village were destroyed by Japanese shells.
But please rest assured, fellow villagers, our regiment leader has already issued an order to clean up the battlefield. After our departments take a short rest, we will immediately seize the time to help the villagers rebuild their houses. "
As soon as these words were spoken, the villagers burst into tears.
Under the setting sun, the army and the people are in harmony.
After the soldiers thoroughly cleaned the battlefield, they also helped repair the collapsed houses in the village so that all the villagers could settle down.
Shen Wenyue, a reporter from Jinnan Newspaper who followed the relocated villagers and returned to the base area, witnessed with her own eyes the situation in which the Eighth Route Army's base areas were rebuilt and full of waste after the big sweep. She also witnessed the integration of the military and civilians in the Eighth Route Army base areas. A scene of harmony.
Under the inexplicable shock and emotion, Shen Wenyue captured the scenes with her camera.
She also recorded her emotions and what she saw and heard bit by bit in her accompanying notebook.
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Niukou Village.
Li Yunlong and Ding Wei gathered their teams and came to Niukou Village to say goodbye to Kong Jie.
"Anyway, the battle is over. Lao Ding, Lao Li, you have helped my independent group a lot this time. For this reason, I should leave you two old brothers behind. Let's have a good drink and stay drunk!" "
Kong Jie said sincerely.
Li Yunlong laughed and said: "Hey, the drink you owe us, Lao Kong, is not gone, but it's not today. The battle has just ended. My new second regiment still has a lot of things to deal with. The casualties and seizures have been summarized. After that, I have to report the battle to the brigade commander!
If I don't go back and leave all these troubles to Lao Zhao, Lao Zhao will definitely scold me. "
Kong Jie looked at Ding Wei again. Ding Wei shook his head and said with a smile: "Old Kong, let's wait for another day! You said that Lao Li, a drunkard, knows that he should go back to the New Second Regiment now. I can't continue. You can’t even compare to Lao Li, right?”
"Damn it, Old Ding, why are you scolding me?" Li Yunlong cursed.
Ding Weiwei smiled and said: "Lao Li, don't say anything anymore. We will go back in a while. There is still a way to go. It's just time for us old brothers to chat again."
"Lao Kong put on a great show for us during the anti-mopping up battle against Zhangjiazhuang in Niukou Village!"
"Let's fight for this one, Lao Li. If we don't work hard, we say we are an Iron Triangle, but if our reputation really spreads, we will only be an independent group."
Li Yunlong curled his lips and said: "That's right. We all carry one head on two shoulders. We were brothers in the same class back then, and we were comrades who slept on the kang. You, Lao Kong, are now capable, but Lao Ding and I can't. Just watch it?"
"Lao Kong, don't be complacent. Your independent group has only been developing for a while. Look, it won't be long before we, Lao Li, can catch up."
Ha ha ha ha--
"Okay, Lao Li, I'm waiting for you!" Kong Jie said with a smile.
After chatting and joking for a while, the three old comrades hugged each other and said goodbye, and agreed that after a few days, when the base area stabilized, Kong Jie would invite Li Yunlong and Ding Wei to the independent regiment for a drink.
Kong Jie, who said goodbye to his old comrades, also had no time to spare. In addition, the Independent Regiment now has no political commissar, so basically everything has to be handled by Kong Jie.
Kong Jie was really too busy, so he had no choice but to call Li Wenjie over and temporarily act as political commissar, so he could take a break from his busy schedule.
After the anti-mopping battle was over and the battlefield was thoroughly cleaned, each battalion was busy counting the attrition of the troops.
In this counter-mopping operation, the Japanese army came with the idea of annihilating the Independent Regiment in one fell swoop. Although the Independent Regiment ultimately achieved a great victory, its own casualties could not be avoided.
The attrition in battle will cause the overall strength of the independent regiment to decline.
Many injured people were waiting for treatment, and Kong Jie ordered all health clinics in the station to be expanded to cope with this special situation.
Fortunately, after more than a year of development, the independent regiment still has quite good reserves of medical supplies such as medicines, gauze, and bandages, which are enough to cope with the current situation.
Various matters were complicated, and Commander Kong was handling them in detail, hoping to restore the stability and combat effectiveness of the independent regiment in the shortest possible time.
Regiment Headquarters.
Li Wenjie, who was captured by Kong Jie as a "strong man", came to report.
At the gate of the courtyard, he saw a bored monk breaking off a branch. The monk kept winking at Li Wenjie. Li Wenjie asked doubtfully: "Monk, what's wrong?"
The monk spread his hands with a strange look on his face and said with a smile: "Instructor Li, I advise you to come back to the group leader after a while!"
"Why?" Li Wenjie asked.
The monk just smiled and shook his head without explaining.
Li Wenjie didn't think much, didn't bother to pay attention to the weird monk, and ran straight to the inner room of the regiment headquarters.
Out of habit, Li Wenjie directly opened the curtain of the inner room and got in. Then he closed his heels and saluted Kong Jie with a military salute, "Report"... Before he finished speaking, when he saw the situation in the room clearly, Li Wenjie was dumbfounded.
Reporter Shen Da was also in the room for some unknown reason, with a smile on his face at the moment. He was so charming that Li Wenjie was stunned for a moment.
Cough cough cough——
Li Wenjie couldn't help but coughed a few times, and then cursed the monk in his heart for being unjust.
This bastard monk, if you had known that Reporter Shen was in the group leader's room, you would have just told me. It's not an important matter to me, so why did I have to come in so blindly?
Kong Jie just glanced at Li Wenjie and knew that this kid didn't have anything good in his stomach, so he asked, "What's the matter?"
When it came to business, Li Wenjie straightened up quickly and replied: "Reporting to the regimental commander, the attrition situation of each battalion has been fully calculated. Do you think..."
As he spoke, Li Wenjie glanced at Shen Wenyue who was sitting opposite Kong Jie.
Kong Jie said: "There is nothing hard to say. Reporter Shen will report on the anti-mopping up situation of our independent regiment this time. Some data will also be used. This will be more conducive to publicizing the heroic anti-Japanese deeds of our Eighth Route Army. You Just say it.”
"yes!"
Li Wenjie immediately took out the documents prepared in advance and reported: "Captain, after statistics, the attrition situation of each battalion is as follows:
The first battalion lost 115 people, and 240 wounded were temporarily unable to participate in the battle, for a total of 355 casualties.
The Second Battalion suffered 91 casualties and 212 wounded, for a total of 303 casualties.
The third battalion suffered 45 casualties and 158 wounded, for a total of 203 casualties.
The fourth battalion suffered 85 casualties and 242 wounded, for a total of 327 casualties.
The fifth battalion suffered 74 casualties and 176 wounded, for a total of 250 casualties.
In addition, the attrition of non-combatants, patients, health attrition, and casualties of cavalry companies, artillery companies, and combat units directly under each regiment are also included.
According to statistics, this anti-mopping operation lasted for nearly 9 days.
A total of 441 people died, 1,028 were injured, the total number of casualties was 1,469, and the total number of casualties was 1,553.
However, we don’t know the casualties of the New First Regiment and the New Second Regiment. "
Kong Jie nodded and asked: "What are the casualties of local army comrades and militia comrades?"
Li Wenjie said: "Commander, our troops are basically responsible for this regular battle, so the casualties of local troops and militia comrades are much better. According to rough statistics, there are more than 230 casualties, of which 98 were killed."
"What are the casualties of the Japanese and puppet troops?"
"The specific data on the casualties of the Japanese and puppet troops still need to wait for follow-up intelligence statistics. According to preliminary estimates after the end of the current battle, the Japanese casualties were more than 7,000, including more than 3,000 killed in action, and the puppet troops suffered more than 2,000 casualties, including those killed in action. The number is more than a thousand people.
In addition, 16 seriously wounded Japanese soldiers were captured, and more than 1,200 puppet soldiers were captured. "
All the situations that should be reported have been reported. When Shen Wenyue was not paying attention, Li Wenjie winked at Kong Jie and said: "Captain, this report has been completed. If nothing happens, I will go out."
Kong Jie glared at Li Wenjie and said, "Go!"
"yes!"
Li Wenjie, who was granted amnesty, rushed all the way to the gate of the courtyard and cursed at the monk.
After he finished scolding and happily changed the subject, Li Wenjie lowered his voice, leaned into the monk's ear and asked: "Monk, what is going on in this room?"
The monk chuckled, as if he understood very well, and said: "Instructor, you still don't understand this? This is a beautiful woman who sent it to your door by herself!"
——"Monk, what are you muttering about?"
Kong Jie's voice came through the crack in the window.
The monk responded quickly: "Captain, I am asking the instructor for advice!"
After that, Li Wenjie and the monk left quickly, each carrying their own little gossip.
inside the house.
Reporter Shen did take advantage of Kong Jie's free time and came to interview him.
Shen Wenyue was quite shocked by the casualties reported by Li Wenjie on both sides.
"Commander Kong, I have been working as a reporter for three or four years, and I have a certain understanding of the casualties of frontline combat troops. As far as I know, in the battles between the Chinese army and the Japanese army, there are few casualties with low contrast. Regarding the situation of the Japanese army."
"This time your independent regiment's counter-mopping operations were really shocking. The ratio of casualties between the enemy and ours was even close to 10:1. This means that one soldier of your Eighth Route Army can even replace the lives of ten Japanese and puppet troops. .”
"Oh my god, this is simply unbelievable. I can't even help but think about what kind of uproar it will cause if the news of your independent regiment's anti-mopping up operations is reported."
Kong Jie was much calmer than Shen Wenyue imagined.
"Are you surprised? But in my opinion, this is not surprising. A widely circulated saying among our Eighth Route Army troops is that we all carry one head on two shoulders, who is afraid of whom?"
"When a war breaks out, why should it be normal for the kid's casualties to be less than ours?"
"Compared with our troops, what's great about the Japanese troops is that their equipment is sophisticated, their ammunition is sufficient, their soldiers are better trained, and their officers have excellent military literacy, and most of them have attended military academies."
"But our Eighth Route Army troops also have areas where we are far better than the little devils."
The confidence Kong Jie showed at this moment made Shen Wenyue subconsciously sit upright and asked: "Captain Kong, can you tell me in detail?"
Kong Jie said: "It's very simple. We also have three magic weapons to win."
"First, we have sufficient strategic depth and a vast combat space. Every mountain, every valley, and every river around our Eighth Route Army base is such that we can imagine their outlines and appearances with closed eyes. things."
"Using our familiarity with the mountain environment and making full use of the terrain and features is enough to allow us to attack more with less and weaken the Japanese army's equipment advantage."
"Second, we have the people. An army that the people believe in wholeheartedly will definitely be invincible and invincible."
"In our Eighth Route Army base area, the villagers believe in our soldiers, and we soldiers also believe in the villagers, trust each other, and join forces to fight the war. This is why we Eighth Route Army soldiers always believe that no matter how rampant and powerful the Japanese invaders are, they will one day be completely driven out This is China’s biggest backing.”
As Kong Jie spoke, Shen Wenyue took out her notebook and quickly recorded it. She regarded every word Kong Jie said as a treasure and did not want to miss it at all.
"Third, to put it simply, because we Eighth Route Army soldiers are not afraid of death.
Whenever there is a war, you can go to our Eighth Route Army troops and see that the commanders are always at the forefront.
Generals are not afraid of death, soldiers are not afraid of battle, and soldiers are not greedy for life.
So what else is there to be afraid of?
Of course, to be precise, it is not that our soldiers are not afraid of death, but that people are always afraid of death. Just for the faith in our hearts, for the independence of the nation, and to prevent our descendants from becoming slaves to the subjugation of our country, we cannot be afraid of death. "
"So we don't fight the Japanese for money, nor do we fight for the food."
"We fight, bleed, and fight for the sake of the tone in our hearts, more importantly for the backbone of the soldiers, for the dignity of the nation, and more importantly, for our father, our mother, and our descendants. Sacrifice, even if you die, you will have no regrets!”
"Such faith and persistence cannot be defeated by the devils with cold weapons in their hands!"
"Powerful enemies can kill us and destroy us, but they can never defeat our Eighth Route Army troops who have such faith!"
His calm words showed his strength at this moment.
As the general of the Eighth Route Army, Kong Jie vividly displayed the image of a brave, iron-blooded, wise, calm and domineering general at this moment.
Hengdao immediately flew away, while talking and laughing, the oars and oars disappeared into ashes, nothing more than that.
As Kong Jie's words ended, the whole room became audibly quiet for a moment. The only sound that could be heard was the pen tip of Shen Wenyue's pen, which was writing rapidly on the white paper.
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