A few days after handing over the supplies.

In the new regimental headquarters, Li Yunlong sat on the warm kang, crossed Erlang's legs, drank wine, knocked peanuts, looked complacent, and was thinking about the current situation and future of the regiment in his mind.

In the last Cangyunling assault battle, the new regiment not only achieved major results, but also suffered few casualties and losses, and captured a lot.

After the war, statistics showed that during the breakout attack alone, 197 people were killed, 34 were seriously wounded, and 70 were lightly wounded, of which the vast majority of the casualties came from the first battalion and the commando team and the bayonets of the devils.

Compared with the more than 1,300 soldiers of the new regiment who participated in the direct battle, as well as the devils of a wing facing them, this casualty was completely within the acceptable range of Li Yunlong, and it was even much lower than expected.

The seriously wounded are now being sent to the headquarters field hospital, where the chances of survival are high, and at least half of them will eventually return to the team. Only seven of the lightly wounded could not return to the unit, so the actual attrition was more than 200 people.

With the strength of one regiment, he defeated the elite wing of a permanent division of the Japanese army head-on, and wiped out at least more than 300 Japanese troops, including even a captain of the Dazuo wing, while his actual losses were only more than 200 people.

Compared with the previous casualties of one to two, or even one to three, this is not a big victory, so what is a big victory?

Thinking of this, Grand Master Li hurriedly made a bowl of sweet potato roast, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and then put a full bowl on the table again, and continued to knock peanuts with Erlang's legs.

At the end of the assault formation, there was a transport platoon and others to receive the wounded and collect captured and lost materials and equipment, so the equipment losses of the new regiment itself were also very low.

After the statistics, forty new Czech-style ones were not lost, although two of them were damaged by the devil's grenadiers, but they were quickly repaired with spare parts, I have to say, the parts backup is too much, and even the receiver can be replaced directly.

Three Type 92 heavy machine guns were damaged, and there were no spare parts for this, so they could only be sent to the Taihang Mountain Arsenal at the headquarters to see if there was a way.

As for the original old Czech style in the regiment, it was completely wiped out, and these Czech styles were all made in domestic arsenals, except for small parts such as firing pins, other parts could not be used, so they could not be repaired directly, and could only be sent to the arsenal for a look.

As for the rifles, the sum of all the available rifles in the regiment was 1,437 shots.

There are also nine 60 mortars, a thousand mortar shells, three thousand German grenades, and bullets...

Another big bowl of sweet potatoes was burned into the stomach, and then it was full again, and he broke his fingers and counted his own family background, and then finally couldn't help it, the third bowl suddenly went down, and then knocked it hard, and laughed excitedly:

"Hahaha..."

There are more rifles than soldiers, there are more than 120 light machine guns, and each squad can get one, and the whole regiment has more than 500,000 rifles, more than 300 rounds per capita, and there are several thousand large tumors made by Germany, and there is also a mortar company······

Not to mention the Eighth Route Army, the Jin Sui Army, and the Central Army, even the devils are not so wide...

Moreover, fifteen tons of weapons and ammunition have not arrived... Thinking of this, Grand Master Li felt that a happy future was just around the corner.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, and Zhang Dabiao walked in and gave a military salute:

"Captain!"

"Da Biao, hehe, your body is fine" Li Yunlong filled the wine bowl on the table, grinned at the corner of his mouth, and said to Zhang Dabiao: "Come and drink two cups, your first battalion has fought well this time."

Although I have never been accustomed to this guy's attitude of being the best in the world in kung fu with elbows and feet, I still care about Grand Master Li for this subordinate, who can fight and listen to orders, this is a good subordinate and a rare tiger general.

The last battle, if it wasn't for the commando team he led, I'm afraid the battle would not be so easy to fight.

"It's okay, I'm strong" Zhang Dabiao patted his chest, his tone was confident, he took the wine and drank it all, and then there was a fear in his tone: "That big man is a master, not only in terms of physique, but also far inferior in terms of moves"

"So powerful?"

These words made Grand Master Li a little surprised, and he didn't even notice the wine bowl that was drunk.

can't beat that strong man, this is normal, Zhang Dabiao's physique is a little more than 1.8 meters, the big man is afraid that he is 2.6 meters, his arms are as thick as ordinary people's two thighs, and the gap in physique is too big, this is completely a 20-year-old boy beating a five-year-old child, and it is inevitable to be beaten.

But the moves are far inferior, which really highlights his expectations.

Zhang Dabiao has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and he is the platoon leader of the Northwest Army's broadsword team, and he has learned the knife techniques of the Northwest Army.

"That person is definitely a top master, much more powerful than the martial arts instructor of our Northwest Army back then" said casually, and then quickly pulled away from the topic, and was slapped down, which is not a good memory:

"Commander, have you heard any rumors?"

"What wind? I didn't hear it" Li Yunlong frowned, looked at the empty bowl on the table, and scolded: "Why the hell did you fuck me?" ”

did not take the regiment commander's scolding, Zhang Dabiao took off the hat on his head, sighed, sat on the kang and said, with worry in his tone:

"A few days ago, I escorted the wounded to the headquarters field hospital, I have a fellow there, we drank together before returning to the team yesterday, this kid can't stop drinking too much"

"He said, this time we fought well, but we also caused a big disaster, and the head of the headquarters was very dissatisfied with our disobedience and said that he would rectify it."

", if we win the battle, we will be rewarded, we can't revoke our number just because we broke through from the front" Li Yunlong pursed his lips, not caring at all.

Zhang Dabiao was also dissatisfied with the stubble:

"That's right, Sakata United is a hard stubble, and the independent regiment suffered his loss last time, but our new regiment is going head-to-head, and even Sakata has been killed, this is not blown"

"But that fellow said, our new regiment is a cow, can we fight a war, if the battlefield disobedience is sweet, no one will be able to command you in the future, isn't he Li Yunlong a cow, and it will be enough for him to drink a pot at that time."

"I hear what I mean, it seems that my superiors are planning to do you ...

"Come on, come on, drink, drink" Li Yunlong smiled, interrupted Zhang Dabiao's words, and then handed over a bowl full of wine, with a confident tone: "It's okay, it's okay, don't worry, I'll be fine."

has experienced a lot, he expected this, and it is usually a matter of merit and demerit, even if the headquarters really wants to deal with him, he has a way.

Labor and management are so rich now, can't solve this matter?

"Regiment Commander, you better talk to the division commander"

"Don't talk, don't talk, drink, drink"