When Liu Lang arrived at the headquarters of the independent regiment in the tunnel, everyone who should have arrived had arrived.

There were only six people who could participate in this meeting, the 29th Army was the commander of the 288th Regiment, Qi Guangyuan, the commander of the 289th Regiment, Dong Shengtang, the commander of the 289th Regiment, Tang Yongming, the deputy of the 288th Regiment, Bai Yunyue, and the independent regiment was naturally Liu Lang and Chi Dakui, the deputy of the regiment.

After a fierce battle in the middle of the night, and after nearly two hours of post-battle counting, the five officers all had heavy exhaustion on their faces, their eyes were bloodshot, and they were arguing fiercely around a map on the table.

Seeing Liu Lang coming in, led by Qi Guangyuan, all the school officials took the initiative to fight.

"Head Qi, Head Dong, you're polite. Deputy Tang Tuan, Deputy Bai Tuan, sit, everyone sits. Liu Lang was not proud, and waved his hand hurriedly.

Although the combat effectiveness of the 288th Regiment and the 289th Regiment was not as good as that of the Independent Regiment, the officers and men of the two regiments were worthy of being the soldiers of the 29th Army, and the casualty rate was greater than 60 percent. In the face of such a friendly army that has given him and the independent regiment great help, Liu Lang will naturally treat him with courtesy and sincerity.

They are the people who should be remembered by the sky of Chinese national history.

"Commander Liu, it's not polite, this is what you deserve, this battle can repel the Eighth Division to defend my rivers and mountains, Commander Liu, you have made great contributions. I salute you on behalf of the 5,689 brothers in my 288th and 289th regiments. Qi Guangyuan shook his head slowly, and gave a formal military salute to Liu Lang very seriously.

The other four national military academy officers also followed Qi Guangyuan and gave a military salute together.

Although he was similar to Liu Lang's official position, Liu Lang completely conquered the two colonels of the 29th Army with a series of achievements, completely annihilated a brigade of the Japanese army, and used the defense line to repel a division of the Japanese army---.

The self-confident commanders of the two national corps were even confident that they would annihilate the Japanese army that had lost its artillery, if they were given a division.

With such a brilliant record, not to mention just standing up and saluting him, it is not a big deal to bow to the end. China, such a military man is needed too much.

"A few old brothers, they are all brothers who live and die together, if you want to be so polite again, then I wonder if you have taken a fancy to the seized materials, and use this to gag me first. Then my ugly words can be talked about first, and you have to find Chi Tuan's deputy for the distribution of materials. Liu Lang joked with a wry smile.

"Haha, then it's not hypocritical, Brother Liu, we're all waiting to listen to your instructions and see what to do next." Qi Guangyuan also smiled.

Several 29th military academy officers also had smiles on their faces, and after Liu Lang sat down, they all sat down.

Having a colleague who is very good at fighting and is very modest and funny is naturally a happy thing.

"Before discussing the next battle plan, I want to know the final casualties of our independent regiment, the 288th regiment, and the 289th regiment." The first question after Liu Lang sat down involved a heavy topic.

It's so heavy that people can't bear to read, but it's a topic that everyone has to face.

All smiles faded from his face, and there was a brief silence in the room.

After half a ring, Chi Dakui took out a piece of paper from his pocket, his eyebrows were lowered, and his face was tense and he read it tightly: "The independent regiment arrived in Luo Wenyu in early March to participate in the battle, with a total of 2,138 officers and soldiers, including 6 doctors, 16 nurses, and 362 strong men and reserve soldiers, a total of 2,500 people. So far, 1,178 people have been killed in the battle, 721 have been seriously wounded, and 596 have been seriously wounded and evacuated to Beiping, not counting minor injuries. There are 601 people left。。。。。 ”

Hearing this, Liu Lang's hand clenched suddenly, and his strength was so great that he actually crushed the corners of the original wooden conference table, and the broken sawdust pierced into his palm and stinged unknowingly.

No matter how painful it is, can it compare to Liu Lang's heartache? A well-trained regiment of soldiers, only one quarter of 600 people remained, and more than 700 seriously wounded, it is not known how many of them will eventually recover, and how many will return to the troops.

Theoretically, the independent regiment has basically been said to be rebuilt.

"Go on." Liu Lang struggled to squeeze out two words from between his teeth.

"One major was seriously wounded, one captain, 3 lieutenants, 19 second lieutenants, 3 captains, 6 lieutenants, 17 second lieutenants, 46 sergeants, and 19 second lieutenants were killed in battle. 46 machine guns of various types, 16 mortars, more than 600 Hanyang-made rifles, 6 sniper rifles, and the loss of various ammunition and materials are still being counted, as for the seizure。。。。。。 ”

"Let's listen to the losses of the two regiment leaders Qi and Dong first." Liu Lang waved his hand with a bitter expression, and looked at Qi Guangyuan's side.

Why are there so few serious injuries to the captain alone? Because there were only 4 captains in the Independent Regiment, three-quarters of them were killed and one was seriously wounded. Those are all the backbones of recruits who have performed well in training and have gone to military schools! I didn't expect that in this battle, it was all folded, if it weren't for the fact that there were still many people here, Liu Lang would have the urge to hug his head and cry.

"Our 288th and 289th regiments killed 1,931 officers and soldiers, 2,308 seriously wounded, and 1,430 soldiers who were able to fight. Numerous firearms have been lost, and now at least half of the officers and men are already fighting with Japanese Type 38 rifles. "It was Bai Yunyue, deputy of the 289th Regiment, who reported the battle losses.

A middle-aged man who looks kind and white-faced, just like a rich man. The speed of his speech was also extremely smooth and unemotional, but by looking at his lowered eyelids and twitching eyes, you could see how much grief he had to endure to read such sad numbers.

Two regiments larger than the independent regiment, almost equivalent to a brigade, but there are only two infantry battalions left, anyone who is too sad to be self-grieving!

The three colonels fell into silence in unison, unspeakably sad silence.

The three regiments, counting the strong men who helped transport the baggage, totaled 8,000 people, and now, there are only 2,031 people left.

As the saying goes: mercy is not in charge of soldiers. All of you here are veterans who have been on the battlefield for a long time, and they should have been indifferent to life and death, but when they heard such two sets of cruel figures, they were still sad and couldn't breathe.

This casualty is really tragic.

At such a suffocating moment of grief, Liu Lang smiled, with tears in his smile: "Everyone, if the crockpot is not broken from the well, the general will inevitably die in battle. What's more, we suffered heavy casualties, but we achieved the most glorious victory of the Republic of China since the Japanese invasion, and tens of thousands of Japanese invaders fell in the sand in front of our defense line, what kind of encouragement will such a great victory bring to my 40,000 compatriots? If we can make my Chinese nation no longer invaded by foreign races, what harm does it matter if all the 8,000 soldiers of our three regiments are stained with blood? ”

"Well said."

The school officials were enthusiastically boiled by Liu Lang's words, and they all stood up and applauded.

In the final analysis, Liu Lang's blood is not cold, and their blood is not cold.

The blood of all Chinese is not cold.

Looking at the school officials standing in unison, Liu Lang, the predator, also had tears in his eyes.

He returned to this era, not to be a national hero, he just wanted to be an introduction, igniting the uncold blood of thousands of people, and now, he has a good start.

In the future, he believes that there will be more Chinese standing there, not just applauding, but holding steel guns in their hands and shouting at the Japanese invaders: "War, war, war。。。。。。 ”

A group of Chinese school officials were savoring the joys and sorrows of the post-war period.

Thirty miles away, the two remaining major generals of the Japanese army looked at the huge injury report on the paper, not only full of pain, but also a splitting headache.

Not only defeat, but an unprecedented fiasco, an unprecedented defeat to the weak Chinese.