"That's it! Comrades, the deputy division commander has already issued an order, and the truck is here to let the wounded get on first! Balzen, who had been holding back for a long time, said loudly. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The soldiers took action, and more than twenty stretchers emerged from the crowd, and their appearance surprised Yang Mingzhi, not because they were wounded, but because these wounded were all seriously injured, at least so weak that they could not walk on their own.

Since Balzen had already told him a lot, he simply let him. Then the matter of the wounded is his first question.

"Balzen, the losses in this battle are really large, but why are these seriously wounded? What about the lightly wounded? ”

The question was a tricky enough to ask, and Balzen craned his neck, and the words about explaining how he had lost so much were already in his throat, but he didn't expect it to be the wounded. His head turned quickly, so he had to stretch out his right hand and point to the north: "Sir! We were able to break out of the encirclement, and that was only possible at the cost of some lives. They are our lightly wounded! They chose to stay and hold off the enemy, otherwise we would be pursued by thousands! ”

"And that kind of thing?" Yang Mingzhi was taken aback, because the word "thousands" was mentioned in Balzen's tone. "Tell me, Balzen! How many people have you really met?! ”

The chief's mood was really fast, and Balzen only felt that the chief was acting too eagerly now. "We ended up engaged the enemy, probably attacked by two regiments of the enemy, and so many troops attacked us in the hundreds! Until now, there is still a company that has lost contact, and it is impossible to imagine that they have all died. I still have more than 300 people able to fight! ”

"So you are being pursued by four thousand men! Oh, my God! Maybe they're still chasing you, isn't our situation dangerous?! Yang Mingzhi almost gave a defensive order as if he instinctively, but the old guy Balzen still looked calm, could it be that there were no pursuers behind the troops?

Yang Mingzhi asked unhappily: "Do you think that your troops have already crippled the enemy's two regiments, so they don't dare to pursue?" ”

This was supposed to be a harsh question, but Balzen did not hesitate to affirm.

"So you tell me that you have only five hundred fighters at most, and you have broken two regiments of the German army! I know that their 707th and 722nd divisions can be described as a chicken and a dog, a group of local chickens and dogs. If that's the case, you're a miracle! ”

There are too many details of the battle to be explained in a few words. Seeing the chief's distortion of his wife, if he had told her now that Beszka had really lived up to her surname Berekova in battle, the chief would have forgotten his business.

The wounded were being loaded, and Balzen stopped a group of stretcher bearers and introduced Yang Mingzhi: "Sir, if you don't dislike the battle, I can report to you in detail at night." But now you still have to look at the wounded man lying on the stretcher, he is also your little friend. ”

Children? What children?

Yang Mingzhi followed Balzen to find out, only to see that the person lying flat was actually Kharkov, such a half-sized boy!

“WTF！ This guy must be impulsive like a madman again, and now it's okay, finally hurt! If Kharkov is sober, Yang Mingzhi can't wait to quarrel with him for an hour. But now this guy is injured and weakened to the point of sleep, and it is not appropriate to say anything.

He was obviously injured in the arm, which was also considered fateful.

Seeing him, Yang Mingzhi suddenly remembered that there seemed to be more than 300 people, and there were not many children left in the juvenile camp. Originally, there were a large group of beautiful White Russian girls here, but now how many women are there in the whole team?!

It's too miserable to turn the lovely girl into a gray corpse! The plan is to let the youth battalion go through the training, since it is going to participate in the war, there will definitely be casualties. As a result, most of the casualties in a single battle, can the youth battalion recover its strength?!

How many children will be left of a hundred? Anyway, all the soldiers were on standby here, and Yang Mingzhi simply roared: "Youth battalion, all assemble!" ”

There was a commotion in the crowd, and soon, more than thirty children came out of it, lined up neatly, and held their heads high.

The person at the head was none other than Ruslan, and he was really nervous to talk to the deputy division commander for the first time. Now that Kharkov is wounded, he has taken on the role of a temporary officer and must do his part.

The young man withstood the pressure and reported: "Report to the deputy division commander, the juvenile battalion has been assembled, there are thirty-two people in the battalion, and the temporary battalion commander Ruslan has finished reporting, please instruct!" ”

The face was somewhat unfamiliar, considering that Kharkov was lying on a stretcher, and it was this teenager who took over his job.

At present, there are only thirty-two people in the entire battalion, which means that the attrition of this unit is more than two-thirds!

Yang Mingzhi couldn't believe that there were only a hundred people left, so he hurriedly asked again: "Is this all the personnel?" Little comrade! You tell me how many people are left in the camp again? ”

"But it's thirty-two, and that includes the wounded." As he spoke, Ruslan's face was already covered with tears, and his black face was washed away by tears. "This battle was so tragic, we didn't know that it turned out to be war! Too many people died! Too many people! ”

Men don't flick when they have tears, and now is the time to be sad. Yang Mingzhi counted that there were ten boys in the youth camp, and the others were all girls. In this sad scene, the boys can calm down, and the girls have already washed their faces with tears.

In this situation, who will feel better, Yang Mingzhi only felt that he was like a piece of oil in his chest, pressing himself out of breath.

Speaking of which, why did you send them to the front. It was originally for military training, no matter how realistic the so-called actual combat exercises were, they were basically a group of recruits in this battle! The so-called recruits either cowardly collapsed to the ground in fright when they heard the sound of artillery, or excitedly put life and death aside and stormed the enemy's position until they died.

At least Kharkov is a person who wants to make meritorious contributions, and with a commander like him, it is impossible to make this group of teenagers even crazier than ordinary soldiers.

More than sixty people died, and that's the price of madness.

"That's it! It's all quiet! Yang Mingzhi didn't want to do so much, and roared violently.

It's a pity that the girls are still full of tears, Yang Mingzhi knows that they are women in the end, and they are the most sad about the death of their comrades.

"Junior Camp! Stand tall and hold your heads high! Yang Mingzhi stiffened his face, these children still obeyed the order after all, and the girls wiped their tears and puffed up their arrogant chests.

"Excellent! Children, they all say that war is to make women and children go away, and this is just a beautiful hope. These are the war years, and no one is immune. You have gone through the worst wars, you have finally seen blood, so you are no longer just soldiers of the Junior Battalion from this day forward. You're already veterans! As veterans, you have to sum up the lessons of this battle, and in the future, you have to educate the new fighters.

We lost a lot of brothers in this battle, but our ranks will grow again, and they will grow very quickly. ”

Originally, he said it to the child, but Yang Mingzhi noticed that the other soldiers were also listening attentively, and he said a few more words before leaving.