The devil was eliminated, Zhang Heizi and they got out of danger, and they breathed a sigh of relief when they saw more than a dozen Chinese officers and soldiers who appeared in the field of vision.

"Why are you just three of you?" When the deputy battalion commander Shunzi saw Zhang Heizi and them, he couldn't help frowning, could it be a deserter?

Zhang Heizi pointed to the brother who had just died and replied truthfully: "There is another one, who has just been sacrificed."

Zhang Heizi saw that Junzi's expression did not fluctuate in the slightest, and the surrounding brothers pointed their guns at them faintly, and he hurriedly added.

"Last night, I was in a daze, and after dawn, I found that I was alone, and I was about to look for the troops, but who knew that I was ambushed by the little devil."

Zhang Heizi said sincerely, and the deputy battalion commander Shunzi listened seriously, he judged by his expression and tone that Zhang Heizi didn't seem to be lying, nodded, and his brows furrowed.

"Come back with us first." Junko kind of believed them.

Zhang Heizi's face showed joy, and he immediately stepped forward and said, "Yes!"

"Dog, put the sacrificial brother on your back, and let's go."

Zhang Heizi and the others happened to meet the deputy battalion commander Shunzi and them, and they successfully returned to the army.

On the bare and scorched Changling position, Zhang Heizi and the others saw familiar brothers again.

Hundreds of brothers were cleaning the battlefield, waving their arms to rebuild the trenches.

Mortars, a stiff light and heavy machine gun were also erected, although the brothers were covered in black and bloodstains, but seeing that they were still alive, Zhang Heizi and they felt a sense of peace for no reason.

Yang Ling and the others fought all night, and they had cleared the remnants of the devils on the front line of Changling, and they were consolidating their positions at the moment.

"Company commander, I thought you were glorious." Seeing Zhang Heizi and them coming back, the brothers in their company immediately smiled and surrounded them one after another.

Zhang Heizi saw that most of the brothers were still there, and he was sincerely happy in his heart, and scolded: "You kid is glorious, Lao Tzu belongs to the cat, nine lives-"

Seeing the dirty but familiar faces, Zhang Heizi beat their chests, and everyone teased a few words, feeling that they would have the rest of their lives.

"How many casualties do we have?" Zhang Heizi pulled the deputy company commander and asked.

The deputy company commander replied: "Thirty-five were sacrificed, ten were seriously wounded, and those who were lightly wounded could still fight."

Hearing that he had broken a quarter of his overnight, Zhang Heizi's heart welled up with a trace of guilt, his company commander was incompetent, he rushed away from him, and he actually left the troops behind.

"What about the seriously wounded brethren?" Zhang Heizi wanted to see what the seriously injured brothers wanted to do.

"It's sent down early in the morning, company commander, don't take it to heart, how can there be no casualties in a war, compared to before, we are much better this time." The deputy company commander knew Zhang Heizi's thoughts, and said with relief.

"It's me who didn't do a good job as a company commander, and I hurt the brothers,......" Zhang Heizi said reproachfully.

The deputy company commander patted Zhang Heizi on the shoulder and said, "Company commander, don't blame yourself, the brothers don't blame you, everyone has the consciousness of dying when they wear this dress."

Although the deputy company commander said this, Zhang Heizi's heart was still uncomfortably tight.

The devils pressed forward step by step, and their battle continued, with a large number of casualties among both veterans and recruits.

Most of the current batch of grassroots officers have been promoted from veterans, and when they were big soldiers, they were brave and good at fighting and taking the lead, but when they became officers, they had more responsibilities, and many people did not change their roles for a while.

Although he blamed himself in his heart, Zhang Heizi also understood his responsibilities more after this incident, he was no longer a person, and he would have to be responsible for his brothers in the future.

Not long after Zhang Heizi returned to his company to rest, a herald came.

"Company Commander Zhang, the regimental seat wants all officers above the company commander level to go to the regiment headquarters for a meeting."

"Got it." Zhang Heizi answered, explained to the deputy company commander, and went straight to the regiment headquarters.

Yang Ling's temporary regimental headquarters was set up at the foot of a raised mountain cliff, and outside several camouflaged tents stood heavily armed guards, and the transmitter was ticking.

When Zhang Heizi walked into the largest tent, there were already more than a dozen officers at or above the company level standing inside, all of them in blood-stained uniforms and full of gunsmoke, all of whom had just come down from the front line.

Several battalion commanders and deputy battalion commanders were gathering together and whispering something, and Zhang Heizi stood in the corner with interest, waiting quietly.

Soon, Yang Ling, who was dressed in a soldier's summer uniform, walked out of the tent, and Zhang Heizi and the others stood up and saluted in unison.

Yang Ling did not wear an officer's uniform, because on such a battlefield, it was a live target for devils, because he was dressed like an ordinary soldier.

"Find your own place to sit."

Yang Ling saw this group of subordinates covered in gunsmoke, nodded and asked them to sit down, he knew that this group of brave and combative officers had not been less charged last night.

The officers knew Yang Ling's temperament, and they were not restrained, they each found an empty ammunition box, and Mu Dun sat down.

"Each battalion reports casualties." Yang Ling also sat down, his face a little tired.

Lu Xing, the commander of the first battalion, was the first to speak: "Our first battalion has lost 110 people, seriously injured 55 people, and 53 people are missing."

Lu Xingzai said that Yang Ling was using a pen to record in a small notebook to facilitate the grasp of the actual combat effectiveness of each battalion and make reference for himself to issue orders.

"What about the second battalion?"

"Ninety-eight people were killed, thirty were seriously wounded, and one hundred and three people were missing." Chen Ming, the commander of the second battalion, also hurriedly replied.

Liu Yidaojin reported as he spoke: "The third battalion sacrificed 100 people, seriously injured 25 people, and 90 people were missing."

"The heavy machine gun company lost 150 casualties, seriously wounded 31 people, and none of them were missing."

"Mortar company ......"

The leaders of each battalion and company reported one after another, and Yang Ling recorded it with a brush, and found out the general situation of the whole regiment.

"Go back and report the detailed list of the dead and hand it over to Chief of Staff Zhang."

"Yes!"

"Chief of Staff Zhang, you are responsible for this matter, and all the brothers who are sacrificed and seriously injured must be reported to the brigade headquarters without leakage." Yang Ling told Chief of Staff Zhang Qingyun.

"Yes."

Casualties in the war are inevitable, Yang Ling, as the head of the regiment, has no ability to stop the casualties, he can only hope to fight for the sacrificed brothers and the casualties to fight for pensions, which is the only thing he can do.

"The missing brothers must have broken up last night, and each company sent a combat search team out to look for them."

"Yes!" The officers all came down one after another.

After the casualties were figured out, Yang Ling put away his notebook and raised his head.

"The brothers fought well last night, the four squadrons arranged by the devils on the front line of Changling were all wiped out by our division, and now the devil's 106th division is already a grasshopper after the autumn, and it won't be able to jump for a few days, in the next combat effectiveness, I hope you will make persistent efforts to cooperate with friendly troops to annihilate the 106th division in one fell swoop."

Hearing that their 51st Division had destroyed nearly 1,000 people in the four squadrons of the devil last night, the officers were as excited as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

"Tuanza, let's fight like this! Let's take the lead! Although Liu Yidao didn't close his eyes all night, he was in good spirits and began to fight.

Not to be outdone, the commander of the second battalion, Chen Ming, said: "Tuanzao, our battalion has a small loss, let our battalion take the lead!"

"I said Lao Chen, why don't we pull it out and practice to decide who will take the lead?" Liu Yidao raised his neck and said provocatively to Chen Ming.

"Practice and practice, I'm still afraid that you won't succeed." Chen Ming also rolled up his sleeves and glared at Liu Yidao not to be outdone.

"Okay, okay, all the people who are the battalion commanders are not afraid of the jokes of the people below." Yang Ling stopped them in time.

"The division has already ordered, our task during the day is to consolidate the position and prevent the devils from counterattacking, we must tie this opening tightly, fight steadily, and at the same time seize the time to rest."

"Huh? Don't attack? When Liu Yidao heard this, he immediately hung his head and said.

Yang Ling glanced at Liu Yidao and said, "The meat is all in the pot, why are you in a hurry."

The officers in the tent all burst into laughter, and although the battle was brutal, this time victory was expected, and they were still in a good mood.

"Hehe, it's not an itchy hand." Liu Yidao laughed.

"As the commanders of each battalion and company, you must make it clear to the brothers when you go back, the strength of the Songpu Division is still there, and we have to talk about strategy and tactics when we fight him, and our task now is to surround them, and if it drags on for a few days, they will not eat or drink, and we will fight."