The First Corps wiped out the Songpu Division at Wanjialing, and the entire battlefield became a cemetery.

Especially in Zhanggu Mountain, the area near the village of Leiminggu was the most fierce place of fighting, with constant bombardment by artillery shells and repeated rushing and killing by both sides, so that the corpses were piled up as high as a hill, and the soil was stained red with blood.

The rear was cheering and celebrating the victory, but on the battlefield littered with corpses, the brothers did not care to rest, dragging their tired bodies and began to busy cleaning the battlefield and searching for the remnants of the enemy.

The battlefield is no longer the scene of the artillery fire of the past few days, after all, the main force of the devils has been destroyed, but sporadic gunfire still rings from time to time.

The scattered devils and stragglers fled in the mountains, and although many of them were destroyed, some of them were hidden.

Each regiment has organized a lot of search teams to continue the search, but there are not many remaining devils, most of them are fish that have slipped through the net, so the main task is to clean up the battlefield.

Although it was already October, the temperature was still very high, because I had been fighting with the little devils in the mountains and had no time to clean up, and the corpses left here and there had been at least a week, and most of them had begun to rot and stink.

In order to prevent the plague, the main task of the troops was to bury the rotting corpses as soon as possible.

Yang Ling was shot in the arm during the pursuit of Junrokuro Matsuura of the Devil Division, although the division asked him to be sent to the hospital to recuperate, but thinking that there was no principal in the regiment now, he still stayed on the battlefield and commanded the work of cleaning up the battlefield.

Yang Ling, like his brothers, was sloppy and dirty, with no place to wash, and his arms were hung around his neck with bandages, and he was still on the battlefield.

When the brothers saw Yang Ling's appearance, they became a little closer to Yang Ling, and they sincerely admired him in their hearts.

After all, the fact that the chief can personally lead people to charge into battle can easily make the brothers feel good, and being injured makes the brothers feel that such a chief is worth following.

"Find all our brothers, and we can't let them explode in the wilderness."

In the ravine, on the scorched earth highland, there were scattered corpses everywhere, many of which were blown into several pieces by the bomb, but Yang Ling still tried his best to bury these sacrificed heroes with his brothers.

The brothers did not forget the trophies when they gathered the bodies of the sacrificed brothers, and the guns and equipment left by the devils on the battlefield were innumerable, although most of them were destroyed, but many of them were still usable.

"Kettles, towels, rifles, machine guns, cartridge boxes...... We will ...... whatever is useful."

Yang Ling did not refuse these things, although there were no bullets, but for the Chinese officers and soldiers who lacked everything, even if they didn't use other things, it was good to pay back the money later.

Under Yang Ling's orders, the brothers seized a mountain of things, including more than 30 light machine guns and 10 heavy machine guns alone.

"Regimental seat, regimental seat, cannon!"

Zhang Heizi even led people to find two Type 92 infantry guns in the ravine that had run out of shells, and his face was red with excitement.

Looking at these bloodstained Type 92 infantry guns, Yang Ling was also smiling, what their troops lacked was this kind of powerful weapon.

"Pull it all back, we'll need it later." Although there were no shells, Yang Ling had no idea of throwing them away, and there would be shells in one or two battles in the future.

The brothers gathered all the sacrificed brothers together, wiped their faces, found mats and rags to wrap them, and then laid them to rest on the spot.

Piles of small graves of new earth were erected, and the brothers stood in front of these new graves, and their hearts were choked, and countless familiar brothers went to each bloody battle, and they did not know when they would be the head.

"Brethren! Go all the way! Yang Ling raised his hand and saluted the buried brothers.

The bloodied brothers behind them also raised their hands in salute, and tears rolled out of the eyes of many people, and many of them were buried here who had blocked bullets for them.

On the battlefield, they are the brothers who can entrust their backs to each other, and it is these brothers who form the Great Wall of Steel to resist the little devils, countless brothers have fallen, and more brothers will stand up and continue to fight.

After burying the brothers, news came from the division that several divisions of the devils had pounced and asked the brothers to leave Wanjialing and retreat to De'an.

"We have won the battle, so we have to retreat...... the brothers did not understand.

In the past, they had always lost the battle and had been retreating, but now that they have won the battle and will continue to retreat, the psychology of the brothers is difficult to accept for a while, and the joy of victory is gone.

Yang Ling knew that although the local battlefield was victorious, in the entire battle of Wuhan, the Chinese army was no match for the devils.

The troops fought against the devils who attacked Wuhan for several months, and the millions of people in Wuhan and countless factories and schools were evacuated, which was already a huge victory.

In the past, their retreat was an embarrassing retreat, but this time it was an active retreat, and several months of fierce fighting have consumed a lot of the devil's vital strength, Wuhan is already an empty city, and there is no need to pay a huge price to defend this empty city.

The Chinese army has been fighting with the little devils for a year, and at the beginning they were fighting for every inch of land, relying on simple equipment and fighting hard against the little devils.

In several major battles, not only did the soldiers lose and bury many elite troops, but the mountains and rivers were still falling.

However, the Chinese side has summed up its experience in such a painful lesson, and no longer cares about the gains and losses of one city or one place, but is ready to rely on the vast territory to delay the devils, consume the devils, and fight a protracted war.

This time, the devils wanted to quickly attack Wuhan and force China to surrender, but they were delayed and consumed by the Chinese army for several months in the surrounding mountains, lakes and swamps, and suffered heavy losses.

It can be said that the protracted combat strategy of the Chinese side has achieved initial results, and the more the little devils attack the hinterland of China, the more empty their rear becomes, the battle line is lengthened, and the devil's advantage is no longer so obvious.

The Chinese troops on the southern front received orders to retreat, and Yang Ling was no exception.

The brothers couldn't figure it out, so Yang Ling asked the company platoon commanders to do the work, now there are no supplies, no ammunition, so they can only retreat, and when the ammunition and materials are replenished later, they still have to fight back.

Whether the brothers were reluctant or not, the troops were still retreating, and the mountains of loot captured on the battlefield, as well as the martial arts and prosperity banners of those devils, were all taken out of the mountain by the brothers one by one.

Although the troops won the battle, they were all miserable, and everyone was covered in gunpowder and black, and they were scarred.

On the road to De'an, countless tattered blue sky and white sun flags were waving in the wind, and the soldiers who were full of murderous aura walked the roadway, the cars took the lane, and each of the people who were still alive were covered with captured fragments, not like the previous embarrassment, but an iron-blooded army tempered from the flames of war.

When those reporters saw such a silent but murderous army, they burst into tears of excitement one by one, and rushed to take pictures, wanting the people to see that it was these heroic officers and soldiers who had destroyed a division of little devils and wanted to take pictures of their majestic figures.

However, the brothers did not accept this honor, they knew that the real heroes were those soldiers who had sacrificed, who had been buried in Wanjialing for a long time, forever guarding this blood-stained land.