Two hours later, the battle ended with the annihilation of Okamoto's brigade.

The independent battalion and the 39th Division suffered a total of 336 casualties, and more than 1,100 people of the Okamoto brigade were completely annihilated.

After cleaning up the battlefield, the corpses of all the Japanese soldiers were piled together; In the end, Kusaburo Okamoto didn't even have a chance to fight, and was stabbed into a hornet's nest with bayonets under the siege of several warriors, and his intestines flowed all over the ground.

Next to the corpses of the Japanese soldiers, the banners of the independent battalion were waving in the wind, and some brave people were in groups of three or five, watching from a distance as the soldiers of the independent battalion piled up firewood around the corpses of the Japanese soldiers.

As the flames jumped, the corpses emitted a foul scorching smell that drifted away in the wind.

Zhou Zuopeng found Liu Cheng excitedly, glared at him and said:

"Rejoice! This is a fucking war! It's also worthy of Lao Tzu's military uniform! ”

Liu Cheng smiled faintly:

"Master Zhou, it's too early to say that you are happy, do you think that the little devil will not have any reaction? Let your troops build bunkers now, I'm afraid the devils won't give us much time to breathe! ”

Zhou Zuopeng was stunned when he heard this:

"You mean we're just waiting here? But we don't have enough ammunition and food on our side, so we won't last long! ”

"All the ammunition and materials captured in this battle are all for you, the Okamoto brigade has been stationed in Chifeng for so long, and must have stockpiled some food and supplies, you immediately send someone to get it back, and finish the next battle first!" Liu Cheng's tone was a little commanding.

If it had been placed in the past, Zhou Zuopeng's eyes would have widened a long time ago; But now, he was not the slightest dissatisfied, but nodded happily and agreed, and immediately arranged for someone to do the same.

According to Zhou Zuopeng's expectations, the final victory of this battle was not accidental, but the casualties were at least twice as many as Okamoto's brigade.

After all, the combat effectiveness of the Japanese army is definitely not blown, and he is already content to win this battle while paying twice as much as the enemy.

But he never thought that Liu Cheng not only had twenty artillery pieces, but also more than a dozen mortars and two tanks!

Such firepower instantly crushed the Okamoto brigade, forcing Okamoto Kumasaburo to give up positional warfare and choose white-knuckle warfare.

Most importantly, the final result ended with the complete victory of the independent battalion and the 39th division.

The casualties of the independent battalion and the 39th Division were less than one-third of the Japanese army, which Zhou Zuopeng had never even dared to think about before.

Because of this, he didn't feel the slightest dissatisfaction with Liu Cheng's almost commanding tone.

But as Liu Cheng said, this is just the beginning.

Although Zhang Haipeng was sent back to Xinjing by the Japanese, his troops were still there, and the successor Nakano Huyi would inevitably drive Zhang Haipeng's troops to suppress the Independent Battalion and the 39th Division.

Regardless of whether they won or lost in the end, there was no fundamental loss for the Japanese, and all the dead were Chinese.

Even if it was the attrition of the independent battalion and the 39th division, the Japanese would benefit, but only the size of the benefit.

Moreover, the last time the Japanese used an airplane to drop that kind of "special bomb", it is not yet known what kind of means will be used this time.

In short, the next battle will definitely not be half a point weaker than the previous attacks of the 18th and 39th Divisions.

In the evening, Zhou Zuopeng appeared again at Liu Cheng's temporary command post.

"The problem of ammunition and food solved?" Liu Cheng asked with an eyebrow.

Zhou Zuopeng nodded, his face full of worry.

"What's wrong? I was excited just now, why did it turn into a frosted eggplant after a while? Liu Cheng's tone was teasing.

Zhou Zuopeng took a deep breath, walked to Liu Cheng and sat down, his expression was very serious:

"Liu Cheng, there is something I have to tell you in advance."

"Say, I'll listen." Liu Cheng's expression did not change at all.

A touch of anxiety flashed on Zhou Zuopeng's face, and his voice changed a little:

"Zhang Haipeng has an independent mixed brigade under his command, with a number of about 5,000 people; It was a well-equipped team with eight tanks, dozens of mortars, and hundreds of heavy machine guns, and the real command was always in the hands of Torakishi Nakano, the head of the General Affairs Department of Rehe.

The combat effectiveness of the independent mixed brigade was extremely strong, and it was not lost to the Japanese army's Division A; Together with the soldiers of the other integrated division and the 18th and 39th divisions, there are at least 12,000 or more!

I don't dare say anything else, but I know that the heavy firepower of that independent mixed brigade alone is no worse than yours! ”

Liu Cheng still looked at Zhou Zuopeng with a smile:

"So what? Are you trying to persuade me to withdraw from Chifeng? ”

"Do you have a better way?" Zhou Zuopeng looked at Liu Cheng with round eyes.

Liu Cheng's expression gradually became a little strange:

"Where do you want to retreat? Is there a goal? Song Zheyuan should not have seen the letter by now, and even if he did, he might not agree to cooperate with us, if he rashly went to Chahar, he would probably confiscate our weapons and forcibly take us in order to protect himself.

And if we resist, it will be a fierce battle, and a senseless one; If we retreat into the depths of the grassland, King D will already collude with the Japanese, and we will rarely live in peace.

This is where we are now, do you think what we should do? Is it to fight hard with the devil, or to run away with the head of the rat? ”

Zhou Zuopeng, who was choked by Liu Cheng's words, was speechless, and was stunned for a long time with his mouth open, and he didn't say a word.

It's not that Zhou Zuopeng can't think of this, as a senior commander who has received regular war command education, Zhou Zuopeng's ability to command battles is definitely there.

However, it is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice, and Zhou Zuopeng now has less than 3,000 people left under his command, and his heavy firepower is only one 75-millimeter mountain gun, four mortars, and more than 20 heavy machine guns.

This kind of firepower configuration is more than enough to fight guerrillas, and it is even stronger than Zhang Guanyi's team today.

But in the face of large-scale battles, such firepower is simply not enough.

If nothing else, if I send out ten or eight fighters in a fit of rage, they will become a live target.

Coupled with the ground forces, tank advances, mountain artillery, and mortars cover strikes, it is not difficult to completely annihilate these seven or eight thousand people.

On top of that, the Japanese themselves had little to lose; Because they are beating the Chinese with the Chinese!

Looking at Zhou Zuopeng's appearance, Liu Cheng smiled helplessly:

"Master Zhou, if the devil is so easy to deal with, you say that the one in Jinling is willing to give up the entire Northeast? And it is still retreating again and again, and even Rehe and parts of Chahar have been given to the little devils? ”