In this encounter, their two regiments suffered heavy losses, and in just half an hour, more than 600 people were killed and no less than 500 wounded, while they killed less than 300 Japanese soldiers!

This kind of battle damage is actually acceptable for the Eighth Route Army, which has always been known for filling with human lives, and it can even be said to be a rare victory.

However, compared to the sacrifice, the result of the battle was absolutely unacceptable to Lei Ming Han Xiaolei and those soldiers!

In many cases, the results of the battles do not reflect the problems that exist in the battles at all.

Because in the process of fighting the little devils face-to-face, they were run over by the other party with a crushing advantage and fled without a trace, but they absolutely couldn't bear it.

"Stop chasing!"

Lu Yuan roared sharply: "The little devils have been surrounded, there are more than 2,000 people, it is impossible for us to annihilate them anymore, now we have lost all our advantages, and if we catch up, we can only increase the casualties, and there is no benefit!" ”

"Hahaha, Lu Yuan, are you afraid?"

Lei Ming covered his stomach, ignoring the blood that kept gushing out from between his fingers, and stared at Lu Yuan with a pair of blood-red eyes and laughed wildly: "Look, everyone, Lu Yuan, the commander of the Sichuan Army Independent Regiment, who is not afraid of heaven and earth, is also afraid of the little devil, knowing that the little devil is in front, he doesn't even dare to chase it......

The voice, as piercing as a night owl, was filled with bone-chilling grief and unwillingness.

"Afraid? When have we ever been afraid of the Sichuan Army Independent Regiment? ”

"That is, if you can't keep the two beams, can the little devil escape? Do you want to be ashamed......"

The soldiers of the Sichuan Army Independent Regiment couldn't help but sneer at each other, and their vicious eyes couldn't help but stare at Guo Jingyu, who was wrapped in wounds not far away???.

Guo Jingyu was also covered in blood at the moment, the long knife wound on his shoulder was almost boneless, and the blood was dripping down his sleeves uncontrollably, if it weren't for this, those soldiers might have rushed up and pressed each other to the ground and beat each other, instead of just trying to stare at each other with their eyes.

"Don't talk about our captain!"

"Unable to defend the second beam, it is our Eighth Route Army's own business, and it is not your turn to talk too much about the independent regiment of the Sichuan Army here......"

The soldiers and commanders of Guo Jingyu's regiment all screamed, although they were full of complaints about Guo Jingyu, but their commander, they had to defend it.

What's more, the other party's starting point is for the sake of the regiment after all, and the other party was charging forward when he was fighting with the little devil just now, and he was seriously injured, in this case, how could they tolerate outsiders saying bad things about their regiment leader?

"Lu Yuan, do you chase or not, don't chase Lao Tzu yourself!"

The thunder jumped and roared, and even Liu Minghui on the side couldn't pull it.

Guo Jingyu gritted his teeth and stood up, and shouted at everyone present: "The mistake was committed by me Guo Jingyu, whether you chase it or not, I must chase it myself, and give an explanation to the dead brothers Come with me......"

With that, he led the team and rushed out first.

"Let's go!"

Han Xiaolei was also yelling, leading the team to chase out, following Guo Jingyu and chasing after the Japanese army.

"Lu Yuan, you really don't chase it, do you? Count me as a thunder madman who has seen the wrong person! ”

Lei Ming roared, pushed the medical staff who brought Liu Minghui away, and tied the belly that was about to crack with his belt, and was about to rush out.

"The regiment commander is seriously injured, stop him, don't give him ......"

Liu Minghui yelled, commanding the soldiers to stop the thunder, but at this moment the thunder was like crazy, where could it be stopped?

There was a crisp sound, and Lei Ming's head hit the butt of the gun hard, and after shaking for a while, he finally fell to the ground.

"What are you doing? Don't you die fast enough? ”

Wang Ma Zhu triumphantly withdrew the butt of the gun and said: "Okay, okay, I've knocked your head unconscious, he can't go anywhere, hahaha......"

Then, the soldiers of the Thundering Regiment stared at Wang Ma Pole with grief and indignation, as if they wanted to strangle him, and Liu Minghui screamed and went over to test Thundering's snort.

The strength of the butt of the rifle just now is like splitting wood with an axe, and if you don't know, you have to think that Wang Ma Pole wants to kill Lei Ming.

"What do you want!"

Wang Ma Zhu was startled, and the ghost screamed and retracted into the team to defend himself: "You can't catch him for a long time, Lao Tzu will help you put him down, and you are not happy...... Lao Tzu, this is simply kind to be treated as a donkey's liver and lungs......"

The ghost screamed on his side, and the big bull pimple and even Xu Yun beside him said excitedly: "Ma Pole, the beautiful thunder madman Lao Tzu has wanted to beat him for a long time, and he has never seized the opportunity, and now you can be regarded as angry for everyone......"

Then the eyes of the group of eight-way soldiers looked at Wang Ma Pole and turned green, and the voices of Niu Pimple and other guys were really not small, and they heard it clearly.

"No, it's not what you think......"

Wang Ma stomped his feet in a hurry, pulled the cow's pimple hair desperately, and screamed: "You bastards, are you trying to kill me......"

"The head of the regiment is fine, he just fainted......"

Fortunately, Liu Minghui's words finally relieved Wang Mazhuan, he stood up and said to Lu Yuan: "Commander Lu, since your Sichuan Army Independent Regiment is not ready to chase anymore, then our wounded and regiment commander, please leave it to you......"

"Well said!"

Lu Yuan nodded, and said: "I advise you not to chase, don't say that you have less than three regiments, even if there are three more regiments, if you want to eat this wave of devils, it will be difficult to climb to the sky, and we are now losing our advantage, and the morale of the little devils is in full swing, and it is difficult to get a bargain after chasing ......"

"Thank you Captain Lu for reminding me, we all know what you said!"

Liu Minghui laughed miserably and said: "But the little devil broke through us head-on like this, if we don't find some interest to come back, our troops will face the devil in the future, and we will not even have a little psychological advantage, we can fail, but we must not even lose the confidence to defeat the devil......"

Lu Yuan understood what he meant, only the troops who always have the hope of victory can win the victory, if they don't even believe that they can win, then this army will not be able to defeat any enemy!

Psychological advantages may seem ethereal, but sometimes, they are really important.

Han Xiaolei, Liu Minghui and even Guo Jingyu obviously saw this, so they knew that the fighter plane was lost now, but they were willing to risk the possibility of paying a huge price and insisted on pursuing.

What they want is victory, and what they want is for the soldiers to regain their confidence and desire to defeat the devils.

"These dirt roads, it's okay!"

Wang Mazhu looked at the backs of those Eighth Route soldiers and sighed, and the surrounding generals and soldiers also nodded, although they didn't say it, but everyone in the Sichuan Army Independent Regiment thought that they were stronger than the Eighth Route Army.

But sometimes, they also admire these eight roads, and the opponent's will to fight, and the immortal belief are also things worth learning from them.