"Yang Village, we took it down." Zhang Qing looked at Lao Mu and looked at the old woman with a serious face, and said this.

Under the last frantic attack of the 323rd Regiment and the militia of Yang Village, the Xiyuan New Army in Yang Village fled in a hurry, and they were beaten out of Yang Village. However, they themselves paid a heavy price.

"Where is Yang Lin?" Lao Mu rubbed his face vigorously with his hands and said. His own entire facial muscles stiffened. Too many deaths to see. Many Red Turban soldiers are fighting with the same end, they are all recruits, and their combat effectiveness is still very weak, but the order is a death order, how to fight, it can only be a desperate way of fighting, There are many people who have died in the same explosion, and the corpses cannot be found, only two legs can be found, and the flesh on the body is fried everywhere. The soldiers couldn't do anything to collect the corpses. All of them wept bitterly, and the terrible situation could not be described at all.

At this moment, it may be that all languages will become extremely scarce and pale. No one can describe the horror of the battle.

"Cleaned up the battlefield. He himself was injured. A knife was cut in the thigh. He was also stabbed in the back, but he was still directing the battle. He was held to command the battle. Zhang Qing said.

Lao Mu couldn't say anything. What else can be said about this.

"Casualties. The casualties came out, and there were no more. Lao Mu watched the grandmother helplessly restrain the half-grown child. The stretcher team carried it carefully. There are still a lot of blood stains on the corpse, and no one knows what to do with them.

"There were more than 2,200 people in the 323rd Regiment who participated in the battle, and later several wounded soldiers with wounded legs crawled onto the battlefield, and they all committed suicide with repentance." Zhang Qing said.

"Preliminary estimates. Casualties will be, 1,000, 1,800 people, more than 1,000 killed. Zhang Qing lowered his head and said. Such a situation was something they didn't expect, they would never have thought that the war would be so cruel, although Xiyuan would break and flee, but their combat effectiveness still exists, after all, they are all veterans, elites. The best test of an army's combat effectiveness is when retreating. This is the case with the New Army of the West Garden, they were indeed beaten and fled. But before they will find a way to fight back. Only then was defeated, the combat effectiveness of the new army in the West Park is still there, plus there are too many recruits supplemented by 323, although their will to fight is not inferior to the other party, but their combat skills are too low, and they are basically a team composed of militia. Such a troop battle, although it played with momentum. But it also brought huge casualties.

"Sir. I. Our regiment has completed its mission. "That's when it happened. Yang Lin was carried over by the stretcher team, and his injuries still looked serious.

"Alright. Don't get up. Get a good rest. Don't get up. Zhang Qing and Lao Mu immediately stepped forward and held each other down.

"How's the injury?" Lao Mu asked.

"Sir, it's okay, you can't die. We can still fight against the new army in the West Garden. Our regiment must run after the new army in Xiyuan and not beat them away. It's not the 323rd regiment. Yang Lin said. They inherited the brave spirit left by the first regimental commander of Poplar.

"Good. Now, you have only one task, to heal your injuries quickly, and you still have important things to do. Other than that. I want to tell you the good news that your regiment, with your regiment as the backbone, will be organized into the Fourth Infantry Brigade. Lao Mu said.

"Great. Sir. This is good news. Yang Lin said excitedly. At this moment, he was relaxed, and he could finally give Yang Shu an explanation of the affairs of this regiment.

"Alright. All right. To recuperate well, the troops should also recover as soon as possible, and recuperation is the first priority. Go and heal. "Lao Mu arranged it. Then the stretcher team carried the other side away.

"What a good unit." Lao Mu said.

"The good unit is not this one, I think, the 4th Infantry Brigade is still an empty shelf. This time the defense of Yang Village, the attack battle of Yang Village, can go on smoothly, and the soldiers of Yang Village have also paid a great price, among which there are many people who have come from the new army of Xiyuan, and they should be praised. Zhang Qing said.

"What I think is that the 4th Infantry Brigade is not just a 323rd regiment, we should bring all the heroic units here. The formation of the 4th Infantry Brigade in the true sense of the word. Zhang Qing continued.

"Hmm. Agreed, there will be more and so many troops in this operation. In this way, we can also encourage more other troops to fight, and we should talk to Chief Xu about this matter and carry out active publicity. Let the other troops learn more about these things. Lao Mu agreed.

"Well, I've already set out to do that. Write a material and send it to each combat unit so that other units can respond positively. Current. We've kind of surrounded the new army in the West Garden. Zhang Qing said. Lao Mu nodded. The two men then stopped talking, because there were corpses everywhere in Yang Village, and a large number of corpses were wrapped in white cloth. They weren't in a good mood either.

Outside of Lijiazhuang. The fighting here is intermittent. The sporadic gunfire would suddenly escalate into a large-scale engagement, and the psychological endurance of the soldiers of the New Army in Xiyuan became weaker and weaker. The battle became unfavorable to them. Their offensive momentum suddenly weakened a lot.

Although the militia can't deal a heavy blow and eliminate the Xiyuan New Army, they still have defense, plus the militia near Lijiazhuang has the most training, and there are still some backbone military members in the military factory, who play a supporting role. The situation began to turn against the new army in the West Park.

Inside the tent of Jian Shuo. Jian Shuo is no longer angry. Because it was no longer useful to get angry, he now had a headache, a terrible headache. What's next?

"The army has been cut off. Our army can only last for seven days at most, and within seven days, if there is no food and grass. Yuan Shao looked at Jian Shuo. And he went on no more. It seems that Jian Shuo didn't listen at all. Jian Shuo actually understood what was going on.

As soon as Yang Village was lost, it meant that the new army in Xiyuan was surrounded. Moreover, attacking Lijiazhuang could not further achieve the desired effect, and Lijiazhuang was even more difficult to fight than they imagined. Cold guns and cold guns. Those Red Turban Army are very weird, they will give you a cold look. The tortured Xiyuan New Army is about to go crazy.

In order to prevent sticking out their heads and being hit, the new army in Xiyuan actually dug the trenches. The deepest point was as high as two feet. In this way, their heads are left without trouble. But the opponent's cold gun will still appear. In order to prevent this situation, the new army of the West Park began to use their imagination, and observation posts with modern fortification standards appeared. They also carried out camouflage, in order to deal with these targets. The Red Turban Army on the opposite side is also constantly carrying out artillery attacks, as long as they find one, they will use artillery to bombard, and if the bombardment effect is not good, they will take advantage of the night to carry out a sneak attack and blow up the opponent's observation post. The New Army in the West Park will also take action, but there is a barbed wire fence on the opposite side, and the vigilance is very strong, and once it is discovered, there will be a whistle. For a time, both sides were digging deep trenches. Bombing observation posts. The battle between them has reached a stalemate.

"I've sent someone for help." Jian Shuo said coldly. So far, that's all it can be. They could only rely on Huangfu Song's army to fight south. Rescue them. If the two armies could get closer, the problem would be solved at once. As for how to break the siege, this is Huangfu Song's business. However, he regretted it now, why, if he could have followed Huangfu Song's advice in the first place. If they move south slowly, they will not encounter the current situation, let alone let the situation fall into such a passive situation, and all of this is self-inflicted. This kind of thing, what else can he do is to hope that Huangfu Song will go south as soon as possible.

However, Yuan Shao didn't think so, he felt that the Red Turban Army was still a group of rabble, and they might be able to stand out from some openings that had not yet been blocked, which gave them a great encouragement. Yuan Shao thinks this is very feasible. It's just that he didn't tell Jian Shuo about this, looking at Jian Shuo with a sad face, He knew that the other party would definitely not be able to solve this mess now.

Xiayang Village. The 2nd Infantry Brigade is cleaning up the battlefield. Little Snot runs around on the battlefield. He ran desperately among the dead and the living.

The kid kept running around, and no one cared about that, because the battlefield was still chaotic.

"Hurry up and clean up the battlefield, the troops must move south quickly." Shang Wu said to the herald.

"Yes. Sir. The herald quickly accepted the order.

"Oh, what are you running around?" Just as the herald was leaving, the little snot hit the other man's body at once. Little Snot looked at the fierce herald and took a few steps back, he didn't want to speak, so he didn't call uncle. This is a somewhat autistic child.

"Alright. Don't scare the kids. Child. Come here. Come here. Shang Wu shouted at Little Snot. Little snot is a little scared.

"Come here, kid." The guards took the little snot. The herald hurried out of here.

"What's your name, kid?" Shang Wu asked. Little Snot looked at Shang Wu.

"This kid." Shang Wu laughed.

"Whew." Little Snot sucks snot into his nose. It's like noodles.

"Hehe, you guy, how old you are and have a runny nose. Oops, kid. It's really thin. Shang Wu said as he took off his coat and draped it over Little Snot. The little snot instantly felt very warm.

"Kid, are you hungry?" Shang Wu handed a cookie to the other party.

"Eat, Uncle still has it here." Shang Wu said.

"Uncle. I. I have this. As he spoke, Little Snot took out a few biscuits from his dirty pocket, some of which the Red Turban soldiers were reluctant to eat. But for small snot. It's gastronomy. It's something he can eat to his heart's content. There are sweet and salty.

"Oh. Child, what's your name? "Shangwu looked at the child pitifully, he had a wound on his hand. The clothes on the body are thin, and the arms look thinner than the girl's. This is the result of chronic malnutrition.

"Whew. My name is Little Snot. Little Snot sucked the snot in and replied. He felt that Shangwu was his other uncle.

"Hehe, little snot, you're really a little snot." As he spoke, Shang Wu wiped off the other party's small snot with his sleeve.

"Later, there is snot to wipe the snot off. Don't be like that, snort. It's the same as eating noodles. Shang Wu said.

"Uncle. What is Noodles? Can you eat it? Little Snot asked.

"Yes. Very tasty. Let's follow Uncle in the future. Shangwu felt that the child was pitiful, and he decided to adopt the child.

"Uncle. I'm looking for my uncle. Little Snot looked down and said.

"Who's Uncle?" Shangwu asked.

"Uncle let me run all the time. said that if you find your uncle wearing a red turban, you can have food. Little snot is hungry. I haven't eaten a full meal, this is given by Uncle Red Scarf, I want to find my uncle, but my uncle can't find it. Uncle, can I find my uncle? Little Snot pleaded.

"Yes. Uncle will find you and lead you to your uncle. Shang Wu said.

"Uncle, this is collected by the little snot, and the little snot is kept by the uncle. In the future, my uncle and I will never have to worry about going hungry again. Little Snot said. Shang Wu looked at the other party and nodded, but his eyes were moist. Little Snot is very well-behaved, he is only a half-grown child, he should still be studying in school at his age, but he became a Yellow Turban Army, in order to eat a bite, this child is reluctant to eat, and he has to give it to his uncle. Where is his uncle, I'm afraid I won't be able to find it again.

The little snot took him to take a bath, but he still didn't give up looking for his uncle, and when he saw the Yellow Turban Army, he had to go to see it one by one, and he wanted to find his uncle.

"There are many more such children. There are a lot of such children on the battlefield, been. Killed. Jia Xu looked at the little snot that left and said.

"Hmm." Shang Wu watched the back of the little snot and left, and snorted.

"The Yellow Turbans have killed more than 20,000 people in this battle, and our people are collecting their corpses, many of whom have not even left their names. On the side of Xia Quyang, we have already sent people over. The Yellow Turban Army in the city will surrender, and Zhang Bao will also die in the chaos. Jia Xu said one by one. Shang Wu still looked at the place where Little Snot left.

"You say, what are we doing this for?" Shang Wu suddenly asked Jia Xu.

"The world." Jia Xu replied without thinking. This is the ideal of the reader. It is also Jia Xu's ideal.

"What is the world?" Shang Wu asked Jia Xu.

"All living beings." Jia Xu replied.

"Hmm. It's these ordinary people, ordinary people. They have their own joys and sorrows. Shang Wu said.

"Well, but there are too many tragedies now. Only by laying down these worlds can we get them out of such a predicament. Jia Xu said.

"Hmm. That's right, they're too bitter. Shang Wu said. This is their ideal. It's also their ambition.