Therefore, when this vanguard battalion was opened, all parties who received the news believed that there were only more than 100 troops.

In fact, Thonglai has done many similar things in order to cover up the fact that the MD government forces are growing stronger in the Kokang area.

Within the MD government army, even if some people are dissatisfied with Thonglai's impetuous and aggressive style of action and extreme nationalism, they will also admire Thonglai's military ability, because he has indeed greatly reversed the style of the MD government army and strengthened its combat effectiveness.

After taking up the post of commander of the 77th Division, the first thing he did was to strictly enforce military discipline and require all officers and men to strictly carry out orders.

Especially in battle, if you do not attack after receiving an order to attack, and take the initiative to retreat without receiving an order to retreat, you will be strictly held responsible.

Moreover, such prosecution is not limited to the officers and soldiers who violate the order, but also to the officers in charge of the officers.

For example, if a soldier retreats without permission, his platoon commander will be punished, and if a platoon commander retreats without authorization, his company commander will be punished.

And the so-called "punishment", in fact, there is only one way, and that is to shoot.

Although this fascist military discipline was so cold and impersonal that Thonglai drew a lot of criticism within the MD government army, it did have a significant effect.

As a result, the troops under Thonglai's rule changed their decadent and lax appearance, and although the 77th Division, which had feared the enemy like a tiger in the past, did not become as fierce as a mad tiger because of this, its fighting spirit and mental outlook were greatly improved.

Pang Jindong was fortunate to be the first to understand this kind of promotion, if it were not for the fact that the foundation of the MD government army was too poor, and the army system, tactical concepts and training methods were too backward, then it would be difficult to say whether the victory or defeat of this battle would have been said.

This battalion is an elite unit trained by Tonglai himself, and it is also a killer weapon for Tonglai.

In Thonglai's plan to completely change the status quo in the Kokang region, this army is the vanguard, to be the first to attack the Kokang area, and then with a complete victory, to inspire the morale of the army on their own side, and at the same time shake the will of the Kokang people.

Thonglai thought that his plan was perfect, but he did not expect that it would be completely defeated, and this battalion, which he regarded as his pride, would be completely annihilated.

In an instant, Thonglai felt a heart-wrenching pain.

His fists clenched tightly together, his eyes glancing fiercely everywhere, as if he was expecting his opponent to appear in front of his eyes immediately, so that he could tear himself apart to vent his anger, and as if he was looking for a punching bag.

The herald stood tremblingly in front of Tonglai, not daring to come out, lest he become that poor punching bag.

I don't know how long it took for Tonglai's hands to let go, and his face was restored to the way it used to be, with a gloomy tone in his calmness.

became the most suspicious herald of punching bags, and I wanted to ask what to do next, but the words just swirled in my throat, and I couldn't say it anyway.

Anyone who has had some contact with Thonglai will be impressed by his brutality, which is not only reflected in military discipline, but also in every aspect of daily life.

In fact, Thonglai's military prowess was built on this brutality.

This brutality is not expressed in words, but only as an action or expression.

Therefore, although Thonglai did not say anything, the herald did not have the courage to say even a simple word, even though Thonglai's expression had softened.

After a long time, Tong Lai suddenly smiled coldly, as if he was saying to the herald, and as if he was talking to himself: "Fortunately, I still have a trump card, which I originally planned to save for a critical time, but now I ......" Tong Lai stood up and looked into the distance through the office window, as if he wanted to see Changqing Mountain. "Okay, Pang Wenlan, I'll serve your nest directly!"

Let's go back to Pang Jindong's side.

In a certain way, clearing the battlefield is a more brutal thing than the battle itself.

When fighting, people often fall into a state of madness, and they don't even think about what happened to them, or how cruel they hurt each other.

When the battle is over, the people's blood has cooled down, and the madness has dissipated, they will begin to look carefully and think about what is in front of them.

The new recruits of the Blood Lion Legion won the first battle, and the joy and excitement were at their best, but this mood was now diluted by the scene in front of them.

The corpses and severed limbs everywhere exuded a strange smell, stronger than this smell was a strong smell of blood, and the two smells violently stimulated people's sense of smell at the same time, which in turn caused the stomach to cramp and vomit from time to time.

The puddles of things on the ground, which once belonged to a living man, were now indistinguishable from a pile of rotten flesh, mixed with dark red blood and black dirt scattered everywhere.

Occasionally, I saw a few corpses that were still intact, and many places had been burned black by the flames of war.

The so-called "cleaning up the battlefield" is actually not technical, and all armies in the world will do similar things, but they will treat their own wounded, find and annihilate the remaining enemies, calculate the casualties of both sides, organize and collect the enemy's weapons, and so on.

Sometimes, in the spirit of humanitarianism, the wounded of the enemy are also treated, and all this is written in the combat diary and the combat history of the troops.

Although they are mercenaries in nature, Pang Jindong's requirements for the Blood Lion Legion are no different from a real army, and the soldiers of the Blood Lion Legion are either doing this in an orderly manner, or sitting on the ground panting, staring blankly at the scene in front of them.

Meng Fang walked to Pang Jindong's side, as if he wanted to say something, but his lips opened and closed a few times, but he didn't say anything.

Pang Jindong somewhat guessed that Meng Fang wanted to express some emotion, and said meaningfully: "Any soldier will need to face such a scene one day! A soldier who has not experienced these things we have experienced today is not a real soldier!"

Meng Fang sighed and nodded heavily: "I know!"

Pang Jindong smiled approvingly, and asked instead, "Have the casualties been counted?"

"Twenty-one of our troops were killed, twelve were seriously wounded, and thirty-four were lightly wounded. One hundred and four enemy soldiers were killed, twenty-seven were taken prisoner, of whom fifteen were wounded. ”

Pang Jindong nodded slightly: "Very good!"

The evaluation of "very good" has two meanings, one is that the Blood Lion Legion is satisfied with today's performance, and the other is to praise Meng Fang for his thoughtful and meticulous work.

Meng Fang couldn't help but rejoice, the shock of this bloody battle faded, and he continued: "We have captured the enemy's weapons and supplies, including ......"

"Needless to say!" Pang Jindong waved his hand and interrupted Meng Fang's words: "People are the foundation of a qiē, and some people have a qiē, so I only care about people! Being able to reduce our casualties at the lowest level and kill and wound the enemy at the greatest level is a real victory! Try my best to treat the wounded, and if we can save one by one! As for how many weapons and materials have been captured, or how many weapons and materials have been lost, I don't care at all!"

Pang Jindong's voice was not loud, but it was still heard by many officers and soldiers around, and they all threw a grateful glance at Pang Jindong.

The education and exposure environment that these soldiers from home to adulthood were not humanistic.

On the contrary, what they have been exposed to since childhood is all stories and examples like "Little Sisters of Prairie Heroes".

Such stories and archetypal codes of moral and social behavior often require people to sacrifice themselves for something, even if it is not worth much.

Of course, there is something to learn from the little sisters who protect the flock, but if they are infinitely promoted to become an example for the whole society, the result will be that people will have a rebellious mentality, and when faced with something truly priceless, such as national honor and national dignity, they will become very sorry for their lives, or even care less.

Pang Jindong, who grew up abroad, accepted the concept of Western humanism and applied this concept to the construction of the army.

When these soldiers heard such words for the first time in their lives, they immediately respected Pang Jindong, and at the same time strengthened their determination to follow Pang Jindong.

Originally, they came here to make money or find excitement, but at this time they suddenly found that they had other gains in the Blood Lion Legion.

Meng Fang was about to turn around and leave, when he suddenly remembered another thing: "What to do with those captives?"

"Interrogate and see if you can provide valuable information!" and ......" Pang Jindong's voice gradually lowered, and at the same time wiped his hand on his neck.

Pang Jindong's attitude towards his own people just now was full of humanistic care, and when he talked about the enemy, although his tone was very calm, it implied murderous aura, which made Meng Fang feel terrified, and he didn't know what to say.

Pang Jindong looked at Meng Fang, thinking that he was questioning his decision: "Don't talk to me about international war rules such as treating prisoners well, I'm sorry, we're just mercenaries, and when the Geneva Conventions were formulated, no one asked me to sign them!"

However, Meng Fang did not mean this at all, and did not know what the Geneva Conventions were, so he hurriedly explained: "I just think it is a bit hasty to interrogate here!"

"I also know that if we are hasty, we may not be able to ask anything useful! But we are not the masters of Changqing Mountain, we are just here to help, and we are ......." Pang Jindong said this, his voice was almost inaudible: "What kind of attitude the Kokang Republican Army will have towards us, I'm afraid it's still uncertain! We don't know where we will go next, and these prisoners are a burden to carry with us!"

Pang Jindong said, a touch of sadness appeared on his face, this is lamenting that the original pure and warm family affection has become what it is now.

Meng Fang had heard a little about the incident that happened to Pang Jindong's uncle and grandfather's family a few days ago, but he was very clever to avoid it, and pretended not to hear Pang Jindong's words, but just put forward a proposal: "Why don't we transfer it to the Kokang Republican Army!"

For the problems he faced, Meng Fang couldn't help at all, and what Pang Jindong said just now was just a complaint.

After thinking for a moment, Pang Jindong nodded: "That's fine, just hand it over to the Kokang Republican Army!"

However, these captives were destined to die in this canyon with their comrades, because Pang Jindong soon changed his mind and ordered them to be executed on the spot, due to a sudden upheaval.

Pang Jindong was explaining the matter to Meng Fang, when a few loud noises suddenly came from the direction of Changqing Mountain, followed by a sound like popping beans.

Pang Jindong hurriedly raised his binoculars to look over, and found that several puffs of smoke were rising from Changqing Mountain, and countless soldiers who obviously belonged to the MD government army could be seen faintly, quickly shuttling through the woods and rushing towards the top of the mountain.

Pang Jindong was stunned, and after a long time, Cai Zi said to himself: "How can this be ......?"

The perimeter of Changqing Mountain is guarded by troops, with Pang Jindong's Blood Lion Corps in front, the elite first regiment along the Nu River in the back, the second regiment on the left and right flanks, and the third regiment as a strategic reserve stationed on the mountain.

Even if the main force of the MD government army suddenly attacked from the flank, it was categorically not supposed to be routed so quickly, and it was attacked up the mountain without warning.