Looking at the telegram in his hand, the 29th Division was speechless for a long time.

This is a battle telegram in which the large-scale battles between the divisions of the Eighth Route Army will be communicated to each other. Generally speaking, there are three types of so-called large-scale, battles between full brigades and wings of devils, more than half a brigade of devils are eliminated, and there are more than one brigade of their own participants.

The report of victory can boost morale and enhance confidence in resisting Japan.

Those who fail can learn from them and accumulate experience.

The content of the telegram is very concise - the independent regiment of the 119th Division ambushed a transport brigade of devils in Dasuzhuang yesterday, annihilated more than 600 devils, destroyed a large number of supplies and a train, and lost 27 people themselves.

But the content of the telegram made the division commander can't help but think in his heart.

The elimination of 600 devils, that is, a second-line brigade of devils, or a half-full-fledged brigade, is already a very rich result, and the 29th Division has only fought three battles to eliminate about 600 devils in the past half a year, and this kind of result is an action at the brigade and division level, and the losses in this kind of battle itself are also huge.

The 29th Division and the devil lost less than one only once, and the rest of the battles were heavy casualties, and the casualty ratio was already lucky with two to one.

Therefore, the division commander did not believe much in some of the information in this intelligence.

Generally speaking, in a victorious battle, especially a big victory, for the sake of propaganda and morale, the battle report will be appropriately processed, such as turning the enemy's casualties into annihilation, and the casualties of one's own side into the number of casualties.

But isn't this 27 casualties too much?

Even if it's one to two, or one to three, it's okay, I'm not happy, one to five, it's okay, he's one to twenty...

The annihilation of more than 600 devils, the destruction of a shuttle station of devils, the blowing up of a train of devils, and the destruction of a large amount of materials of devils are all proper results of national propaganda. With such a big result, you gave me twenty-seven casualties?

Fool you?

Pouting, the division commander put down the first telegram in his hand, and then picked up the next two telegrams, this telegram was a group telegram, which was sent to all the Eighth Route Army brigade level and above.

The handwriting on the telegram is still very simple.

If the divisions, brigades, and regiments are short of supplies, they can send Wanping City to Niuya Valley to transport them, and there is no limit to the supply of weapons, ammunition, and food.

Division Commander: ····

This telegram brought the division commander a speechless contempt far more than a telegram from the neighbors.

The first telegram was a morale-booster, and although it was a bit over-written, it didn't hurt to do a little bit of propaganda about it, as long as the story was adapted in a reasonable and logical way.

But what does this second telegram mean?

Flaunting your wealth?

If the divisions, brigades, and regiments are short of supplies, the Eighth Route Army will not be short of supplies in the fucking year! From every grassroots soldier to every division, all of them are poor, and there is no shortage of food, clothing, shelter and transportation?

And, you still have an unlimited supply?

One of your divisions supplies more than 100,000 Great Eighth Route Army?

Looking at these three words in the telegram, the commander of the 29th Division rolled his eyes and put down the telegram in his hand.

But after a moment of silent thought, he picked up the gazelle again and gave two orders.

"The devil transport team is gone, there is no need to fight the ambush battle, find a chance to go, what kind of Wang Er Mazi's puppet army division is destroyed, look at the diaphragm"

"In addition, organize a regimental transport team to transport supplies to Niuya Valley in Wanping City"

"A regiment?"

Behind the division commander, the chief of staff of the division was born in surprise.

A regiment is more than 2,000 people, and according to the size of the transport team, a transport regiment contains 2,500 rao and 1,000 mules and horses, as well as a large number of carts or horse-drawn carts. The amount of material that could be transported on this trip was close to four to five hundred tons.

"Yes, a transport regiment"

The division commander handed the telegram in his hand to the chief of staff behind him.

The chief of staff took the telegram, looked at it, and burst out laughing.

"Haha, this is an unlimited supply, is he robbing the Japanese emperor's warehouse? It's a pity that I can't get out of it lately, otherwise I would like to go around in person to see if those guys have burned out their brains and actually sent this telegram."

"But it's also true that the 119th Division is rich"

The division commander thought about the pile of materials brought back by the transport team directly under the division headquarters not long ago, and nodded thoughtfully.

"No matter how rich you are, it is impossible to supply materials like this, our base area counts the militia, guerrillas, district teams, county brigades, and the total number of armed personnel exceeds 40,000, and the shortage of guns alone is 20,000, this is still we try to control the pace of army expansion, food is still barely self-sufficient, clothing, military uniforms are seriously insufficient, even shoes are not enough"

The chief of staff shook his head, his tone was bitter, he was in charge of the supply of materials for the 29th Division, and the lack of everything made him work hard.

"The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression has a long way to go"

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Dasu Village.

Five o'clock had passed since the ambush, the smoke had cleared, and the silent battlefield was in shambles.

When the Eighth Route Army withdrew, it naturally did not collect the corpses of the devils, there were corpses of devils everywhere, and most of them were broken and incomplete, and they could not be seen at all, these were masterpieces of large-caliber heavy machine guns and mortars.

The 12.7mm heavy machine gun bullet is enough to smash a person, and although the killing of artillery shells is mainly shrapnel, when the shells were too dense not long ago, many devils were 'blown up' after death.

There were also burned wreckage of supplies, craters of shells all over the ground, a distorted and shattered train in the distance, and makeshift houses shattered to pieces, the real ones shattered into powder.

At this time, a Japanese soldier Dazuo was standing in the pile of corpses with more than a hundred devils, his eyes were gloomy looking at the scene in front of him, and the green tendons of his hand holding the katana were beating endlessly.

"Who is the officer in charge of the guard?"

A cold, pure Tokyo accent spat out of his mouth.

"Report to Osa, it's Captain Kazuo Noide, and it's the squadron under his command who is in charge of guarding."

An officer returned, this officer had gauze tied around his left arm, and blood had leached between the gauze, this devil was the second lieutenant of the garrison squadron.

"Call him over"

The katana in Osa's hand was slightly unsheathed.

"Report to Osa, Captain Node and Captain Ao have been shattered, and he died in the first round of shelling by the enemy"

The gauze devil with a gauze tied to his left arm bowed his head and replied.

After a moment of silence, the devil took a deep breath and put the katana back into its sheath, and then he began to walk around the battlefield, scanning the battlefield as he went, and after walking about a few hundred meters, he stopped on a ground covered with large bullet casings.

"How about the casualties of the troops," the devil Osa suddenly asked.

"69 people were killed and 61 were wounded in the Node squadron, and 587 people were killed and 102 were wounded in the divisional baggage team, including 11 captains and officers below the rank of lieutenant who were killed."

"Material Loss Situation"

Devil Osa continued to ask.

"All the materials were burned, the cumulative loss of various materials was about 500 tons, a locomotive and seven carriages were blown up, and the railway was blown up for a kilometer," the devil with gauze said after looking at the form in his hand.

"Who is the attacker?"

After a moment of silence, the devil Dazuo asked several devil officers behind him, these devil officers all survived the battle of Dasuzhuang, including the captain of the division's baggage team. At the same time, he picked up a large cartridge case, which was the shell of a 12.7mm machine gun, and his fingers could reach into the case.

"The enemy is the Eighth Route Army, the number is about three thousand, they have very strong firepower, they..."

This time the answer was the captain of the divisional baggage team, a graduate of a military academy who was not very experienced. Nakasa replied with a distinctly fearful tone, as if the memories of the battle not long ago would scare him.

"The Eighth Route Army?"

The devil Dazuo first muttered, and then directly interrupted Zhongzuo's words.

"How long did you hold out?"

"The enemy... Probably about... One time"

Originally, I wanted to mention my own explanation, and the captain of Nakasa rushed out of a time after finding that Dazuo's expression was not good, and this Nakasa even extended the time a little, but in fact they only lasted half an hour, and this half time was used to escape.

"More than 1,300 Rao baggage transport teams, a more than 200 Rao garrison squadrons, and 1,500 people were broken up when they were scattered?"

Walking all the way back, he walked to a damaged material place, looking at the bullets and broken guns all over the ground, this devil Dazuo kicked the pile of materials under his feet, and continued.

"Do you think these things would be left behind if it was the Eighth Route Army?"

At the feet of the devil Osa were hundreds of bullets that were not destroyed.

"Do you think the Eighth Route Army has such a thing? Do you think the Eighth Route Army has such a strong firepower? ”

Dazuo threw the 12.7mm bullet case in his hand on Lin, and then pointed to the craters all over the ground and said sharply.

"Who does the enemy think he is when he wears anything? If someone else is wearing Imperial clothes, do you have to invite them to the barracks for a drink? ”

"A bunch of idiots, a bunch of idiots, who were touched by the enemy five hundred meters away from the camp and didn't even know it, what's the use of asking you?"

The katana in Osa's hand was finally unsheathed, slashing and flying in the void, and finally flew straight in front of the captain of the baggage team.

"Apologize to the emperor yourself"