After receiving Kong Jie's order, the soldiers of the first and second battalions acted quickly.
Some injured soldiers have been picked up by health workers in advance, and those with minor injuries can stay at the regiment headquarters for treatment.
Although Huanghe can get a ton of medicines through the system every month, comrades have become accustomed to a life of saving money, and they basically take care of minor injuries themselves.
But the seriously injured could only be sent to the headquarters hospital. Kong Jie shuddered when he thought of Dean Liu's face, as if the old doctor who had saved countless lives was more difficult to deal with than the elite Japanese soldiers.
Since the battle took place late at night, it caused some trouble for the soldiers cleaning the battlefield.
Although the night blindness of the soldiers has improved to some extent, the efficiency at night is definitely not as high as during the day, not to mention the delicate work of demining.
The main reason is that the minefield has been messed up by the Japanese. Although the people of Yangcun rarely come to this cliff, they still have to deal with it just in case.
Otherwise, some villagers will be injured because of this, and the comrades will regret it for life.
Just as Kong Jie was sitting on the parapet smoking a pipe pot to relieve fatigue, he saw two soldiers in the distance carrying a wounded man with blood on his face on a stretcher.
This was almost the most seriously injured comrade in this battle. Even Kong Jie, the regiment leader, could not tell who was on the stretcher.
He put the pipe pot where it was and trotted over. Just as he was about to ask, the seriously injured man suddenly spoke up.
"Captain? Is it the commander? I, Zhou Xun, didn't embarrass you, did I?"
As if he heard the noise from the people around him, Zhou Xun, who was seriously injured, slowly raised his left hand, fumbled for a moment and then grabbed Kong Jie's wrist.
Feeling the opponent's strength, the warrior who was fearless in the past was actually so weak, which made him, the commander, extremely sad.
"Captain, our machine gun company killed several elite Japanese soldiers and also knocked out an artilleryman. The new machine gun was not damaged either, but unfortunately it just used too many bullets."
After Kong Jie heard this, he held Zhou Xun's left hand tightly with both hands.
"You are all good, stop talking and take good care of yourself. I will reserve the position of company commander for you, and the comrades will wait for you to come back and go into battle to kill the enemy."
After watching a pair of stretchers leave the battlefield, Kong Jie silently calculated the casualties tonight in his mind, but the specific data still had to be reported by the two battalion commanders responsible for statistics.
Just after returning to his regimental command room, a soldier sent a complete set of equipment of Yamamoto's special agent team, as well as Yamamoto, an old devil's sakanata.
Although this elite group of enemies was completely wiped out, this was the first time Kong Jie had a close look at their equipment.
The first is armor.
A black steel helmet with a camouflage net that didn't even reflect light under the moonlight. Kong Jie had never seen this style before, but he thought it looked very similar to the San Dezi goods once equipped by the preserved fruit troops.
But if he showed it to Huang He, he would definitely recognize it as San Dezi's M38 paratrooper helmet. This is the classic model of the Green Devil. After the war, they once became a precious collection in the hands of military fans.
Kong Jie was a little surprised by the bulletproof vest. After all, it was the first time he came into contact with a new thing.
Then came the weapons.
An MP38, the firepower of this gun is indeed very powerful. Kong Jie was a little frightened when he watched the Japanese in the trench, but it was a pity that Yamamoto's special agent team had no chance to play its role.
A twenty-shot shell gun and a full set of Santoku weapons, which makes sense. Good thing, but the range of this gun is not as good as the MP38, and the Japanese have never fired it until they died.
A Finnish knife with smooth shape, exquisite materials and exquisite craftsmanship. It is full of rich national style, even Kong Jie, a big boss, can't put it down.
However, it is a bit strange that a Finnish product appears among the German weapons.
Finally, there is a set of carrying equipment that I have never seen before. There is nothing to say about this thing. The logistics department can almost customize it.
Kong Jie is now very grateful to Huang He for these individual soldier equipment plus a variety of grenade launchers and cantaloupe grenades. If the Independent Regiment is attacked by them, they will really take the bullet for the bosses.
Just when he was about to play with Yamamoto's Sakan sword, the voice of the second battalion commander came from outside the door.
"Report!"
The first battalion commander was still leading his comrades to clear mines at this time, so the reporting work naturally fell on the second battalion commander.
"Captain, all casualties and disarms have been counted! Our loss is just a small loss, not a big problem!"
"read!"
The second battalion commander stood at attention. The battle at night had not affected his mental state at all. He took a piece of paper and began to report.
"Two people from the first battalion died, three were seriously injured, and five were slightly injured. One person from the second battalion died, five were seriously injured, and three were slightly injured. A soldier in the reserve team fell because he was too nervous and was slightly injured."
"There are 82 Japanese corpses and 2 seriously injured prisoners."
"84 submachine guns were seized, some of which were damaged."
"There are 84 twenty-shot shell guns, and a small number of them are also damaged."
"Two sniper rifles, one is damaged."
"5 grenades."
"One radio communicator, intact!"
"The artillery shells have destroyed the enemy, and there are still a lot of submachine gun bullets and pistol bullets left."
"All the seriously injured have been sent to the headquarters hospital. What do you think we should do with the corpse of the Japanese?"
Kong Jie was very satisfied with this battle loss ratio. 1:4.4 This was something I never dared to think about before.
Just when he was thinking about how to communicate with the headquarters, there was another movement outside the door, and at the same time, the phone on the table also rang.
Kong Jie suddenly remembered that he had forgotten something very important. He picked up the phone cautiously, as if there was a man-eating beast there.
The deputy commander's voice came out from the phone, and anyone could tell that the boss was clearly upset.
"Kong Jie! What happened in Yangcun? Who was your independent regiment fighting just now? How is the battle going?"
After all, this place is only two kilometers away from Daxia Bay, and there were flares and mortar grenades. The headquarters side was alerted as soon as the battle started.
Since the entire regiment, except for the cooks and clerks, was on the battlefield, the command post was empty. The deputy commander-in-chief made several calls but no one answered.
Now even the security regiment at the headquarters has been assembled and ready to go. If the battle had not ended, reinforcements would be coming soon.
Kong Jie had been thinking about the Yamamoto Special Forces these days, and he made a mistake often made by generals from the Fourth Front Army. He quickly reported to the Deputy Commander-in-Chief:
"We were attacked by Yamamoto's special agent team. The battle is now over and the independent regiment won a complete victory."
The deputy commander on the other end of the phone pondered for a moment and almost squeezed out a sentence from his throat.
"You did a good job. Come to the headquarters in person later to report the detailed battle situation."
After saying this, there was silence on the phone for thirty seconds. Kong Jie heard the sound of deep breathing coming from the other end of the phone, and he knew he was going to suffer.
"As a regimental commander, leading people to charge is simply against the rules and disciplines! It seems that you and the three battalion commanders have all gone to the front line, right?"
"What's wrong with the command center having no one at all? You can't even coordinate operations with the headquarters! If you don't use the phone, you can donate it to others!"
"I'm telling you Kong Jie! A regiment commander shoulders the strategic burden of a thousand people. If you take the lead in a charge again in the future, just bring your head to the headquarters to raise horses!"
After being scolded, he quickly welcomed the correspondent at the door and copied a detailed battle report and gave it to the brigade commander.
Later, Kong Jie took the captured equipment and Zuoguan knife to the headquarters with the regiment transportation team.
That year Kong Jie was thirty-one and had just defeated his lifelong enemy Kazuki Yamamoto. In front of the deputy commander-in-chief, he stood like a minion.
The outfit of Yamamoto’s special agent team, the helmet is my own guess, the shell gun and Finn knife are from the original work.
Originally, they were supposed to carry light machine guns, but it was too heavy, so I didn't equip them.
(End of chapter)
