"Danza, 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 the top. Maybe, you can also be promoted to a higher rank."

Liao Mingyu took the cigarette and took a sip 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 will not be able to 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 regiment commander in front of him is unique. Even though the regiment commander 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 lead them.

They go home.

If he met other officers, he would have wiped his feet and run 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, staring blankly at the Sichuan Army soldiers 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, it's all taken care of. It's 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 earth bags and the scattered tree stumps stuck vertically in front of the earth bags, Liao Mingyu felt a little sad.

As a modern man, he could not remain calm in the face of life and death like Long Wenwen, who was used to all kinds of life. He felt sad from the bottom of his heart for every soldier who died in battle.

The soldiers could not find more wooden boards, so they had to 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 earthen 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 with peace of mind."

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 that the soldiers of the Sichuan Army trusted him and followed him to fight the Japanese, he saw that Li Erwa was trying to save him

From the moment he risked his life, he once again understood 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 guns, forget about the 75cm field guns, you guys can't pull them with your small bodies. And those 90mm mortars, don't bother, just bring them all!"

At this moment, Long Wenwen was commanding the soldiers to loot the Japs' artillery positions. 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 mortar. We don't have many shells. We can't use it 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 saw this scene and quickly dissuaded him.

"The weapons and equipment that cannot be taken away will be blown up. Don't give me any more advantage, 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 only knew how to run away finally transformed into qualified battlefield veterans.

Liao Mingyu looked at the passionate faces of everyone and smiled with satisfaction. He shook his heavy head and tried to drive away the fatigue in 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 other side of Nantianmen. He could not figure out the specific situation on the other side, whether the Japanese army or the Sichuan Army won.

He was very aware of the firepower of the Japs. This battle lasted all night. No matter how powerful the soldiers were, they were all wiped out by now.

Tang Ji, who was standing next to him, patted his shoulder lightly and persuaded him: "Okay, Xiao Qing, please be patient. They are just a bunch of defeated soldiers. Why bother bothering them."

"I can't explain clearly. I always feel that the situation over there is not simple. How much time has passed? 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 before his eyes.

"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, so the victory of defending the river will eventually fall on you."

Tang Ji said with a smile. No matter what, it is enough that he is 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.

"It's 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 this idea. Now he was wondering whether the Japanese soldiers were wearing the clothes of Chinese soldiers in an attempt to deceive the defenders on the west bank.

"Everyone is ready for battle and orders 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!"
Chapter completed!