Different from the calm on the west bank, the lights on the east bank are brightly lit at this time, and busy people are running around, preparing materials and transporting medicines, and even many ordinary people have joined in.
The battle resulted in more than 1,800 casualties between the Sichuan and Yu armies, and there are still hundreds of wounded soldiers lying in hospitals or several makeshift medical stations.
Liao Mingyu came over to take a look. All he saw were doctors and nurses busy at work. Injured soldiers were constantly being brought over. There were screams and shouts everywhere, and the smell of blood filled the air. The smell of disinfectant is nauseating.
Soldiers from the guard battalion who were registered as having type O blood some time ago have lined up outside to donate blood one by one. There are also some enthusiastic people who come to help. They just want to do their best to help the soldiers who are fighting bloody battles on the front line.
Liao Mingyu also spotted Xiao Zui among the busy crowd, but the latter just glanced at him from a distance and continued to devote himself to his work. The injured were still waiting for their treatment.
This day was extremely busy for the medical staff headed by Li Lei. They barely rested for a moment, and everyone's body was covered in mottled blood. Fortunately, with everyone's concerted efforts, the wounded had basically been treated.
There were also some soldiers who were seriously injured but could not be rescued. They could only close their eyes unwillingly.
Most of the nurses in the hospital experienced this kind of life and death scene for the first time. Watching the soldiers who were seriously injured and died was really torture for them. Many nurses hugged each other and cried bitterly in the end.
While Shangguan Jiici was arranging work, she usually had to appease the emotions of these young nurses. In fact, she felt uncomfortable because she was afraid that the next person to be brought in would be that familiar face.
Milong was still on the top of the mountain with her life and death uncertain. No matter how uncomfortable she felt, Shangguan Jiici did not show too many emotions because she was afraid of affecting other people. She was like an omnipotent big sister, strong and heart-warming. .
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"Captain, this is the inquiry telegram sent by Shangfeng today. Would you like to read it?"
In the Jiqipo headquarters, Fang Jingyao said to Liao Mingyu with a thick stack of telegrams.
"My dear, are there so many?" Liao Mingyu picked up a few copies and read them. The contents were nothing more than inquiries about the war situation and orders to stop the attack.
"Not only that, here are two telegrams personally sent by Commander Song and the Ministry of Military Affairs. Which one do you want to read first?" Fang Jingyao said playfully.
"Brother Fang also likes to joke. What did Chief Song and the Military and Political Department say?" Liao Mingyu shook his head and asked helplessly.
"It's nothing. The Ministry of Military Affairs scolded you with a lot of high-sounding words, saying that you ordered the troops to move without authorization and you will be severely punished after the war."
Fang Jingyao shook a piece of white paper in his hand and said with some disdain.
"Tch...don't worry about them, they are a bunch of useless trash." Liao Mingyu said nonchalantly.
This matter can be big or small. Anyway, once the Nantianmen is taken down, the mouths of those grandsons will be silenced. At worst, the merits and demerits are equal to each other. The sky is high and the emperor is far away. Can you still take me back to a military court?
"Well, Commander Song, you'd better take a look at this for yourself." Fang Jingyao suddenly handed the telegram to him seriously.
Liao Mingyu watched it carefully with curiosity, and the content of the telegram slowly knitted his brows together.
Commander Song first reprimanded them for doing something of their own accord, but he still expressed high praise for him in the following words.
The Nu River has been calm for too long. It's time for someone to come forward and muddy this stagnant water. Otherwise, some people will even forget that there is still a war, and a piece of land in western Yunnan, China, is still occupied by little devils.
However, Commander Song was not optimistic about this Nantianmen counterattack. He clearly stated in the telegram that two Japanese support troops were currently moving towards Nantianmen.
He sent troops to stop Tengchong's support troops, but he couldn't say how long they could hold them back. Longling, which is closest to Nantianmen, also sent a team. It is estimated that they will arrive on the battlefield tomorrow, so this battle is really not going to happen. Easy to say.
From the bottom of his heart, Commander Song hoped that he could capture Nantianmen, but at present, the various troops on the east coast have not received attack instructions from the supreme commander, and he has no way to issue an order for a full-line attack. Some of the troops under his command even acted in a submissive manner, so he had to resolve the next matter by himself.
The central idea is very simple. He will personally ask for credit for Liao Mingyu after the Nantianmen is defeated, but if the victory cannot be defeated, the troops will suffer heavy losses... Then someone will have to take all the responsibilities, but he, Commander Song, will never do it. He will take the blame, so the truth is self-evident.
After reading this telegram, Liao Mingyu couldn't help but feel a little melancholy. The Japanese's actions were indeed unpleasant. They had sent two support troops in less than a day, but there were hundreds of thousands of troops behind him, but no one could help.
There are only two mobilizable troops on the edge of the Nu River, the Yu Division and the Sichuan Army. It seems that we need to speed up the progress, otherwise we may really fall short!
"Call Meng Fan and ask them if they have arrived at the designated location." Liao Mingyu said in a deep voice.
"yes!"
Seeing the frowning Liao Mingyu, Fang Jingyao sighed slightly: "The commander wants to launch a general attack at night?"
"Otherwise, what should we do? The plan can't keep up with the changes. Since the Japanese reinforcements are coming, let's make a quick decision!" Liao Mingyu said decisively.
According to the situation, the current plan is relatively smooth. After this day's bloody battle, the Japanese army lost at least about 2,500 people. According to the little devil's character, he would definitely launch a sneak attack at night. If it took him another day, Takeuchi would be in a desperate situation when the final attack came.
"I still recommend launching a general offensive at least tomorrow morning. At that time, we can still rely on air support to reduce the difficulty and casualties of the attack as much as possible, and artillery can also play a role."
Fang Jingyao thought about it and put forward his suggestion. Night battles were difficult for both offense and defense, and the Sichuan Army did not have much experience in night attacks.
Who doesn’t know this truth, but now you are afraid of things changing if you are too late. If the people behind you do something weird and you don’t get air support, and there are no friendly troops nearby to provide reinforcements, if the Japanese reinforcements arrive in advance, then the whole battle situation will be Just passive.
Just when Liao Mingyu was hesitant, the guard at the door suddenly ran in and reported: "Captain, Master Yu has sent someone over. Please go to their headquarters immediately."
"What's the matter? Forget it, Brother Fang, contact all the troops, especially if Meng bothers them, wait until I come back to discuss it."
Although Liao Mingyu was a little irritable, he still decided to go and have a look. If there was no emergency, Yu Xiaoqing would never let him go there in person at night.
"Understood." Fang Jingyao nodded and replied.
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