Chinese Yang Yun was very moved by the importance of the division commander Wang Yaowu, but if he was allowed to choose to escape, he couldn't do it.

Even without reinforcements, he will continue to hold out until ...... Yang Yun returned to the position, and at this time, the task of rescuing the wounded had been completed, and the brothers of the new regiment began to clean up the battlefield.

Compared with the meticulousness of cleaning the battlefield in the past, this time, the new group of brothers cleaning the battlefield is much simpler, and basically only collect light and heavy machine guns from the little devils.

As for the corpses of the little devils, the new group of fallen brothers has not yet been buried in the ground, so where will they care now?

After being busy almost, the brothers of the new group felt a burst of fatigue and a burst of hunger at the same time.

"The steamed buns are here!" At this moment, the brothers of the cooking class finally walked towards the position with several baskets of steamed buns.

Although Huang Hong, the squad leader of the cooking class, went to Dingyuan County with Luo Dacang a few days ago, the cooking class still exists, but it is just a few brothers.

"Hahaha! It's finally time to eat! The brothers on the battlefield just stopped to rest for a while, and then saw that the brothers in the cooking class had already come to them with fragrant steamed buns, and they were all cheering up, their eyes were shining, and they didn't care about their own image at all.

"What the hell! Are you all bandits? Yang Yun happened to return to the position from the command headquarters, and happened to encounter this scene, and then reprimanded everyone who didn't pay attention to their own image.

As he spoke, his own big hands had reached into the basket carried by a cooking brother, and he picked up two steamed buns and stuffed them into his mouth.

While nibbling on the steamed buns, his mouth was still muttering to himself: "Yo! This steamed bun is still hot. ”

"Yes, Tuanza, although this steamed bun was steamed yesterday, but just now we went back to the cage." The brother of the cooking class who was carrying the burden responded when he heard the chant of the head of the regiment, Yang Yun.

"Uh."

"Tuanzuo, you ......" Seeing this, the brothers were embarrassed for a while, and they wanted to say something, but finally chose to shut up, because at this moment when they paused, there were already brothers who ran up to coax the steamed buns.

Although the steamed buns must be enough, the key is hunger!

"Why are you so unsophisticated? Don't wash your hands? Yang Yun continued to eat steamed buns, and at the same time yelled angrily at everyone.

"Eh, Tuanzao, your hand ......" Hearing the roar of the head of the regiment Yang Yun, Zhang Jinpeng looked at the steamed bun in his hand, which seemed to be on top of the originally snow-white steamed bun, and there were already several dark black and clearly visible finger prints at this time, and his old face suddenly turned red, but when he looked up and saw the steamed bun in Yang Yun's hand, it seemed to be dirtier than the steamed bun in his hand, and it was a little messy.

"What's wrong with my hand?" Yang Yun looked down and found that the steamed bun in his hand had completely changed color, and his face was almost red, but it was still a little worse.

The next moment, Tian shamelessly criticized the brother of the cooking class beside him: "What did your cooking class do today? Why are you so unhygienic? Look, look at this steamed bun, it stains my hands, what if I eat bad brothers' stomachs? ”

"Quack ???" As soon as Yang Yun said this, not only Zhang Jinpeng and the brother of the cooking class, but even the brothers next to him were all completely messy, and they even forgot about their hunger, so they were so stupidly stunned.

What does it mean to reverse black and white? It's called black and white! What does it mean to open your eyes and tell nonsense? It's called opening your eyes and telling nonsense!

"That...... Tuanza, it's obviously your ......"

"What's me?" Before the brothers in the cooking class finished speaking, they were interrupted by Yang Yun again.

"Obviously your hands are dirty, okay?" The brother eventually took the plunge and explained.

"Uh, is that so?" Yang Yun continued to quibble like a nobody. But the next moment, he took out two steamed buns from the basket, and then walked towards the trench, and said while eating: "I'll go over there and have a look." ”

"How not?" The brother of the cooking class looked at Yang Yun's back and explained weakly...... By the time all the brothers in the new battalion had eaten their fill, it was already more than three o'clock in the afternoon.

Those injured brothers were arranged by Yang Yun to go back to the camp, while the brothers who were not injured followed Yang Yun to build the fortifications that were blown up by the little devils.

Although the little devil may not necessarily kill from this direction next time, Yang Yun did not dare to gamble. In addition, the new regiment has been seriously reduced, if the little devil sends another wing of men and horses over, even if they are ready, it will be difficult to escape the end of defeat, and if they are not prepared, the consequences will be even more unimaginable...... The temporary headquarters of the 16th Division of Japan, the commander of the division, Lieutenant General Nakajima Imago received the battle report of the annihilation of the Itakura Wing in the Purple Mountain, and was furious, and smashed his fist on the wooden table in front of him, which was not very strong, and directly smashed it into a hole the size of a bowl.

The dust in the cracks of the wooden table also fell downward. Seeing this, the little devil officers in the headquarters were all frightened and stood up from their seats, bowing their heads, but no one dared to speak.

"Baga Ya Road! Can anyone tell me what's going on? After asking, Nakajima looked around with his eyes, but still no one spoke.

"Which army of the people of China is stationed in the Purple Mountain? How many people are there? Nakajima continued to ask.

"Which force it is, it is not yet known, the number should not exceed 2,000 people, the combat effectiveness is extremely strong, and it is even comparable to the imperial army of our Great Japanese Empire, and their equipment is also very sophisticated, as for other information, it is not yet known." This time, someone finally spoke, and the answer to Nakajima Imago was a little devil Shaosa, Nakamura He, an intelligence staff officer who specializes in collecting intelligence.

Hearing Nakamura's words, a group of little devil officers almost didn't roll their eyes, what does it mean that their combat effectiveness is already comparable to our Imperial Japanese Army?

Isn't this just comparable, it's completely surpassed, okay? At the thought of this, everyone's hearts were full of doubts, because they had fought with the Chinese ** side countless times and knew the combat effectiveness and equipment of the ** squadron.

The combat effectiveness can not be inferior to the army of their Imperial Japanese Army, they really have never seen it. And the weapons and equipment surpassed their Great Japanese Imperial ** team, and they have never seen it.

But none of them doubted Nakamura's words, because it was an indisputable fact that the Itakura Wing was completely annihilated in the Purple Mountain.

And such a defeat was the first time for their 16th Division after entering China...... Cat flutter Chinese