"Danzao, I always felt that it was a bit hasty to kill Tachibana Kiyo with one knife."
Long Wenwen sat next to Liao Mingyu, lit two cigarettes, and handed one to him.
"If you bring this guy back, there will definitely be a bigger reward from above. Maybe, you can also be promoted to a higher rank."
Liao Mingyu took the cigarette and took a puff silently. He shook his head slightly while puffing out smoke:
"Don't pay too much attention to these gains and losses. Tachibana Kiyo's military rank badges and officer certificates are all there, as well as those of the squadron captains. The superiors recognize these, and he can't escape the military merit he deserves."
"I, Liao Mingyu, am a man who must avenge himself. This little devil owes us what he owes us!"
Long Wenwen sighed slightly and said, "Don't talk too much. The leader must feel uncomfortable after so many brothers died."
How could normal military officers care about the life and death of these miserable people? In their eyes, these soldiers are just a bunch of numbers.
But the leader in front of him is unique. Although the regiment leader is so cruel to the enemy, he is very kind to his own people. He cares about the life and death of every soldier. Even if he has to withstand all the pressure, he will try his best to take them home.
If he met other officers, he would have wiped his feet and ran away. The personality of the regiment leader is really rare in this messy officer system. Long Wenwen thought this way.
The two of them just sat quietly. He stared blankly at the soldiers of the Sichuan Army who were busy cleaning the battlefield in front of them.
"Have the bodies of the brothers been taken care of?" Liao Mingyu flicked off the cigarette butt that almost burned his fingers, and was the first to break the calm.
"Well, everything has been taken care of. Buried on the side slope, where you can see the east bank of the Nu River." You can see the way home...
Long Wenwen said the last sentence in his heart.
"Um."
Without saying anything else, Liao Mingyu stood up silently and walked towards the slope.
The soldiers who died in the Sichuan Army were buried on this gentle slope, backed by green mountains, surrounded by lush forests on three sides, and in front of a wide open area, where you can see the turbulent Nu River and Zenda, which is only across the river.
Loyal bones are buried everywhere in the mountains, so why return them wrapped in horse leather?
Looking at the slightly raised small earthbags and the scattered tree stumps stuck vertically in front of the earthbags, Liao Mingyu felt a little sad.
As a modern person, he cannot remain calm in the face of life and death like Long Wenwen, who is used to seeing all kinds of life. He felt deeply sad for every soldier who died in battle.
The soldiers could not find more wooden boards, so they could only use thick branches instead of tombstones. Many of the soldiers who died did not know their names, so they could only carve the names they knew on the branches.
When he reached one of the small earth mounds, Liao Mingyu stopped.
There are only a few simple words carved on the tree stump: Sichuan Legion, Li Erwa.
Gently straightening the slightly skewed wooden pile, Liao Mingyu slowly squatted down: "Little guy, this is a good place where you can see your hometown in the distance."
"I will remember you. Thank you for standing up for me. Go peacefully."
After patting Li Erwa's grave, Liao Mingyu took off his helmet and hung it upright on the tree stump with his name engraved on it.
A gentle breeze blew past my face, rustling the leaves, adding a sense of solemnity to this desolate scene.
If Liao Mingyu's behavior at the beginning was just an attitude of wanting to return to the original time and space and a novelty about this world, but when he saw the soldiers of the Sichuan Army trust him and followed him to fight the Japanese, and when he saw Li Erwa trying to save him From the moment he risked his life, he once again recognized his beliefs and mission.
He is no longer a bystander, he will lead this group of soldiers to fight for his own world in this crisis and chaos!
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"Bring me all those 92mm infantry cannons, forget about the 75mm field guns, you guys can't pull them with your small bodies. And those 90mm mortars, don't bother, just bring them all!"
Long Wenwen was commanding the soldiers to loot the Japs' artillery positions at the moment. The frightened Sichuan Army soldiers drooled when they saw these big guys and wished they could even pull back those 75mm field guns.
But it's a pity that this nearly one-ton field artillery has to be towed by cars and manpower... In this rugged mountainous area, it's better to save your energy.
"Forget about the 90mm mortars. We don't have many shells. We can only pull them back a few times. The twenty or so 81 mortars are enough. I have a way to get the ammunition. Let the brothers be less burdened. After all, there are so many wounded.”
Liao Mingyu came back at this time and quickly dissuaded him when he saw this scene.
"Blow up all the weapons and equipment that you can't take away, but don't take advantage of me anymore, little devil!"
After a lot of work, the soldiers were ready to go. Although they were tired, their faces were filled with the joy of returning home.
After this battle, those defeated soldiers who originally only knew how to escape finally transformed into qualified battlefield veterans.
Liao Mingyu looked at everyone's passionate faces and smiled with satisfaction. He shook his heavy head and tried to drive away the fatigue from his body.
"Everyone has it! Go home!"
"go home!!"
The soldiers raised their rifles high and cheered loudly.
At the same time, Yu Xiaoqing on the east bank of the Nu River paced back and forth anxiously.
It was already 8.9 o'clock in the morning, and there was still no movement on the Nantianmen side. He couldn't figure out the specific situation on the other side, whether it was the Japanese army or the Sichuan Army that won.
He was very aware of the firepower of the little devils. This battle lasted all night. No matter how powerful the soldiers were, they had all been wiped out by now.
Tang Ji, who was next to him, patted his shoulder lightly and persuaded him: "Okay, Xiao Qing, please be patient. They are just a group of broken soldiers. Why bother bothering them."
"I can't explain clearly. I always feel that the situation over there is not simple. It's been so long. Even if the Japanese win, it's time to react."
Yu Xiaoqing's face was filled with question marks. Rather than worrying about the safety of the Sichuan Army, it was more that he was afraid that the battle on the other side would present a completely different result in front of him.
"Don't think too much. Let me see. Otherwise, this group of people fought hard but also severely damaged the Japanese army. Maybe the Japanese are reorganizing their troops at the moment and are temporarily unable to attack the Nu River."
"Anyway, that regiment commander and his soldiers are all dead. The victory of defending the river will eventually fall on you."
Tang Ji said with a smile. No matter what, it's enough for you to be the biggest winner.
Yu Xiaoqing stopped talking. He looked at the other side without saying a word. It was unclear whether he was happy or angry on his face.
Suddenly, a large number of troops appeared on the hillside facing the east bank of Nantianmen. They were fully armed and walked towards the shore in neat formation.
Yu Xiaoqing's face darkened, and she quickly picked up the telescope and looked at the other side.
"Are those Japanese? Are they about to attack?" Tang Ji asked with some uncertainty.
"No...it's the Sichuan Army."
A trembling voice came from Yu Xiaoqing's mouth, and he couldn't believe the scene in front of him.
"Impossible! The soldiers who inquired about the news yesterday reported that two Japanese brigades and a large artillery unit were attacking Nantianmen. How did more than a thousand of them survive?"
Tang Ji also widened his eyes and said with disbelief on his face.
"Did they wipe out all the Japanese!?"
"Hmph! How is this possible?"
Yu Xiaoqing immediately rejected the idea. He now wondered whether the Japanese soldiers were wearing the clothes of Chinese soldiers in an attempt to deceive the defenders on the west bank.
"Everyone prepare for battle and order the artillery to aim their guns at the troops on the other side. I suspect they are little devils wearing Chinese clothes and want to pretend to be our soldiers and sneak across the river!"
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