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The victory makes people happy, but for Qiao Zheng's assault platoon, only after winning will there be time to be sentimental.

Everyone looked at the corpses all over the ground in a daze, and the people killed by the howitzer couldn't tell who was who, and some people began to silently open the signs on the corpses.

- It was an iron nameplate.

In order to avoid the difficulty of identifying each person after the death of the war, the military would customize a sign for each person with his name and date of birth written on it, and only take this sign when the body could not be recovered.

Lin Nan looked at these people and suddenly felt that his anger towards Qiao Zheng had dissipated a little.

Joe's fingers trembled as he looked at the corpse on the ground, trembling like an old man in the twilight.

Finally, he stopped in front of a tall man and fell to his knees.

As Joe turned the body over, the man was still glaring angrily, as if a roar was coming out of his mouth in the next second.

But the body was already cold, and its body was densely covered with more than twenty bullet holes.

Joe was trying to make his face look calm, he trembled, took off the nameplate from the corpse, put it in his arms like a baby, and then rummaged through the corpse's pocket for a long time, finding a crumpled box of cigarettes.

Joe was pulling out one and holding it in his mouth, and kept pressing the lighter, but unfortunately his fingers trembled too much, and he just couldn't light it.

Lin Nan was a little unbearable, he walked over and took out the lighter and lit it for the platoon commander.

Qiao Zheng glanced at him gratefully, his mouth opened, thank you didn't say it, he didn't want to say it, he really didn't even have the strength to move his mouth.

Lin Nan looked at the rest of the assault platoon soldiers, who were all rummaging through their friend's body. Some people sat on the ground godless and motionless, some held the corpse and cried loudly, but it was they who cried after winning the battle, and they survived the catastrophe, and more people had hatred and anger in their eyes.

Lin Nan looked at these people silently, hatred made it impossible for them to leave this war zone, and they fell one after another on the road of revenge, new soldiers joined, repeating the scene in front of them, and the cycle continued, Lin Nan guessed that this was the reason why the veterans were reluctant to leave.

It's not that I don't want to go, there are some things that haven't been done and I can't go.

Lin Nan let out a long sigh, he patted Qiao Zheng's shoulder, and said softly: "Platoon commander, cry out if you feel uncomfortable, no one looks down on you." ”

Joe Zheng raised his head, grinned, and "revealed" an ugly smile: "I can't cry." ”

The cigarette butts fell on the desert, the wind blew, and they were buried by the sand.

Qiao Zheng silently picked up the corpse and walked to the front of the off-road vehicle, he looked back at Lin Nan, and said with a begging look in his eyes: "Can you help and transport the corpse back here?"

Lin Nan nodded silently.

…

…

In the early hours of the next morning.

At four o'clock, before dawn, there was silence in the garrison of the 75th Regiment, except for the patrolling soldiers, except for the sound of sound sleep in the tents.

It was still early for the time of assembly, but in the conference room of the 75th regiment, it was full of officers early.

At the top of the long table was the head of the Ding regiment with a heavy look.

Next to him was Lu Xingzhi, and then down there were about ten people sitting according to the size of the rank.

Now, they were all staring intently at the huge military sand table on the table.

In a rocky desert, there is a red "color" chess piece, and on the top is a small word, "platoon", representing Qiao Zheng's team.

Company Commander Zheng's expression was not very optimistic, and he told everyone the bad news: "Yesterday afternoon, the contact with Platoon Commander Qiao was interrupted, and it is estimated that... Caught in an ambush. ”

"Is there any hope?" said Head Ding's eyes were worried.

Company Commander Zheng sighed, he picked up two white "colored" chess pieces, and placed them on the sand table one after the other, "Qiao Zheng is surrounded, and there is more than one bad luck." ”

"That's a reinforced assault platoon!" Lu Xingzhi angrily hammered the table: "Bastard Yankee, our 75th regiment can't stand the consumption!"

The conference room was silent, the air was oppressive as if it had been filled with lead, and every officer's heart was heavy.

Company Commander Zheng's heart moved, and he said under pressure: "Lin Nan of the cannon fodder battalion may..."

Before he finished speaking, Company Commander Zheng was stopped by Lu Xingzhi's stern eyes, and it was taboo to mention this name in front of the deputy regiment.

Lu Xingzhi was defeated by a cannon fodder battalion on the military stage, and the humiliation made him lose his mind to eat for several days.

Commander Ding waved his hand to signal the end of this topic, originally the military's order was to let the S-level Lin Nan die in the war zone, although he was a little sorry for his personal strength, but Commander Ding could only helplessly watch the cannon fodder battalion die.

Compared with this trivial matter, Regiment Commander Ding was more concerned about something else, and he asked: "How many people are still in the 75th regiment?"

The officers looked at each other.

"5 companies of 147 people. ”

"3 battalion 380. ”

"7 in a row 200. ”

…

As the officers reported the figures, Regiment Commander Ding's face became darker and darker.

Originally, their 75th Regiment was a strong regiment in the Sahara theater, and at its peak, it once reached 3,000 people, with guns and artillery.

But now, with the inexplicable invasion of the American and Japanese armies, there are less than 1,005 left.

Lu Xingzhi gritted his teeth hatefully, if this continues, the 75th Regiment is likely to be reorganized, demoted to a battalion, and join other regiments.

However, today, Regiment Commander Ding convened a meeting with everyone, and it was not all bad news, and the corners of his mouth barely showed a smile: "In a while, the special recruits of the Yanjing Military Region will come to report, with a total number of two hundred, and will be formed into an assault company, which will greatly enhance the strength of the 75th Regiment." ”

Everyone "revealed" joy and "color".

As a special operations military region, the soldiers trained by Yanjing are all elites, and more than sixty percent of them are martial artists.

And according to Commander Ding, these recruits are all special! That is to say, all martial artists!

Such a team will become a sword on the battlefield.

Lu Xingzhi snorted: "Don't be too happy, everyone, the 75th Regiment is born with mud legs, and the Yanjing Theater can be regarded as Yulinwei! This time, they were transferred because of the defeat of the 75th Regiment, and it is conceivable that this group of recruits is absolutely arrogant." ”

"It's not easy to tame these people. ”

Commander Ding smiled helplessly, Lu Xingzhi was an old oilman, and he saw through the pros and cons at a glance, but in fact, in order to fight for this special company in Yanjing, Commander Ding paid a great price, and there was almost no hope for future promotion.

Next, there is a big problem in front of the 75th regiment, who will serve as the commander of the special company, or the instructor?

Everyone looked at each other, and none of them dared to volunteer.

Many officers and martial artists have low cultivation, they are promoted by strategic minds, and the recruits of those special companies are all martial artists!

If they cannot be subdued by hard power, it will have a great impact on training, and even if a military order is used to make the special company obey, it will inevitably violate the law in private.

Company Commander Zheng frowned and said: "Yanjing recruits are equivalent to descendants, and they already look down on the 75th Regiment, if we can't even take out a commander, how should this sword be used? ”

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