There will always be casualties in war, and this is inevitable. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

But if it is a casualty that could have been avoided for technical and tactical reasons, but could not have been avoided in the end, then it cannot be forgiven.

When he saw the blockhouse where the Malagasy people flooded the front line, Xiao is Huang Li had already experienced a hundred battles, and he still couldn't help but blame himself.

If it weren't for Huang Li's encouragement before the war, maybe the soldiers in that bunker could have returned when the war was unfavorable.

But on the battlefield, Huang Li didn't have much time to blame himself, the dead were gone, and Huang Li was still responsible for the living soldiers.

"Order, if those Malagasy people get too close, the soldiers in the bunker can retreat." Huang Li gave the order in time, not wanting to see the tragedy repeated.

At this moment when the order was delivered, two more pillboxes fell, and the defending soldiers in these two pillboxes were obedient, and before they fell, the soldiers in the pillboxes withdrew in time to avoid more casualties.

In fact, compared to the casualties of the Malagasy people, the casualties on the side of the "exploration team" are almost negligible.

Standing in Huang Li's position, as far as the eye can see, it is really floating corpses all over the field, it is no longer appropriate to describe it as "laying a layer of corpses", it should be "several layers", especially in front of the front-line bunkers, the corpses are stacked on top of each other, extending to a thousand kilometers away, just within Huang Li's field of vision, there are estimated to be tens of thousands of corpses that can be seen.

It can be seen that the Malagasy people are already at the end of their crossbows, and there are fewer and fewer Malagasy people who are charging with large forces, and the Malagasy people who are charging are no longer full of fanaticism and indomitable, they are frightened and shocked, stumbling between actions are no longer vigorous, and the action of the charge is becoming more and more hesitant and slow.

"Brothers, hold on, these grandsons are going to die-" Huang Li ran back and forth on the camp wall to boost morale, encouraging the soldiers to hold on, as long as they could hold on, victory would eventually belong to the "exploration team".

In fact, the battle has been fought for nearly two hours now, not only the weapons have problems, the soldiers are also exhausted, many machine guns can no longer be used, the machine gunners have already picked up their rifles and are insisting on fighting, fortunately, the M-2 rifle has a good fire continuity, much stronger than bolt-action rifles, so at this point, the defense line can barely be maintained, and there is no sign of collapse.

It was the Malagasy who could not hold on, and with a few long horns, the Malagasy finally stopped their death-like charge and staggered away.

At the moment when the Malagasy people retreated, there was a moment of silence on the battlefield, as if everyone could not believe their eyes, and they could not believe that the Malagasy people, who had been looking at death a moment before, would retreat.

When the retreat was confirmed, the "exploration team's" line erupted in earth-shattering cheers and then fell silent.

There is no doubt that this is not a battle at all, this is a massacre, a massacre in its true sense.

The defenders on Huang Li's side were probably only about 500 people, and before the battle, the soldiers might have imagined dealing with 5,000 Malagasies, or 10,000, or 20,000, but I am afraid that no one would have thought that they had actually killed 20,000 Malagasy people, and they had massed 20,000 Malagasy people in a way that was similar to shooting.

It's 20,000 living people, not 20,000 chickens, or 20,000 pigs, and when the soldiers are fighting, the soldiers may not think about what it means, but when the battle is over, and they see the corpses all over the ground, and they see the tragic situation of corpses all over the field, the soldiers will remember what they just did.

After all, the soldiers of the "exploration team" are not those murderous butchers.

So when the Malagasy people withdrew, although the Malagasy people were facing away from the direction of the "exploration team" soldiers, no one fired a shot, and they just watched the Malagasy people leave.

Even if you just look at it, you can feel the heart-rending pain of the Malagasy people.

The attacking Malagasy people have only just woken up now, almost all the Malagasy people are wiping their tears away, and even in the process of retreating, when those Malagasy people find their wounded comrades, or their relatives who have died in battle, these Malagasy people will cry and grab the ground, even if they are exhausted, even if the dead bodies are not complete, those Malagasy people will try to collect those bodies that have been broken in two or have been torn apart.

Farther away, at the starting point of the Malagasy people, it was clear that a dozen Malagasy men in robes were kneeling and weeping, perhaps the leaders of these tribes, or the elders. While crying, they pointed to the direction of the temporary camp of the "exploration team" and pointed to the sky and the earth, probably swearing or cursing, because the distance was relatively far, Huang Li could not hear what those people were crying about, or could feel the pathos of those people.

"Mortars, three rapid strikes!" Huang Li will definitely not leave these hidden dangers, the so-called capture of the thief first captures the king, if these people are eliminated earlier, it is estimated that these Malagasy people will not be so willing to forget their lives.

"Tom, tom, tom—" The rapid sound of cannonballs fired again, this time the sound was no longer light, and the screeching of the cannonballs passing through the air was more like a mournful roar.

The quality of Lanfang's artillery is indeed good, a burst of orange-red fire flashed, and the hillside in the distance was flooded with smoke and dust, and it was not clear how effective it was, but he could only see a robe fluttering in the smoke and dust, and after a wild dance in the air, he fell weakly into the smoke and dust.

It's like the last madness of these Malagasy.

"Medic, treat the wounded immediately." Huang Li didn't pay attention to the distant hillside, but to the bunker that had just been flooded by the Madagascars.

In fact, there was no need for Huang Li to order, as soon as the Malagasy people began to retreat, four military doctors who had already been waiting for the battle rushed towards the direction of the pillbox with several male nurses carrying stretchers, trying to find the wounded for treatment.

It didn't take long for the medic to come out of the bunker with tears in his eyes, and the stretcher carried by the dejected nurse was already covered with a white cloth.

"It's really special-" Huang Li's heart throbbed again, and he punched the battlement of the wall, obviously scratching the skin.

"The soldiers fought until the last moment, and there were traces of grenade explosions in the bunker, and it is estimated that some soldiers pulled the grenade in their hands at the last moment - miserable, too miserable - our soldiers have traces of being bitten, probably during hand-to-hand combat-" The female military doctor came up to report to Huang Li, and cried into tears without saying a few words.

"Where is the body?" Huang Li's eyes were also red, his voice was a little muffled, and tears were swirling in his eyes, but he couldn't fall down.

Inside the camp gate, six stretchers were lined up, all covered with white cloth, and a bloody hand peeked out from under the white cloth, looking really desolate.

"Assemble all the brethren and bid farewell to these brethren." As a military commander, Huang Li should seize every opportunity to boost morale, and there is a good opportunity to boost morale in front of him.

Wu Qing also ran over from the other end of the camp with a few people, but fortunately, Wu Qing did not have a stretcher on his side, and it seemed that there were no casualties.

Soon, except for the necessary sentinels, everyone was concentrated in the school grounds of the makeshift camp.

"Get some clean uniforms." Huang Li didn't say anything encouraging, and was ready to prove everything with facts.

Soon, the company commander of the company where these soldiers were located came over with a few sets of clean military uniforms, Wu Qing took it, Huang Li leaned over and lifted a white cloth covered on the stretcher, this is a very young soldier, he looks no more than 20 years old, his face is still very immature, but now it is covered with blood, even if he has been dead for a long time now, his eyes are still not closed, he looks at the sky persistently, empty and without brilliance, like a frozen photo, unable to find any focus.

The soldier's clothes have been stripped naked, his body is scarred, there is hardly an inch of intact skin on his body, and even there are traces of being bitten on his neck, and looking at the traces of wounds, this is not a wound caused by hand-to-hand combat, but after the soldier died, there were still people who refused to let him go.

It's brutal!

Huang Li knelt beside the corpse regardless of the image, first helped the soldier close his eyes, and then wiped the blood stains on the soldier's face little by little with a wet towel, not letting go of even the smallest blood stains, just like wiping his favorite porcelain.

The wind hung up silently, rolling up the dust and fallen leaves on the ground, swirling into the sky and slowly falling, the flag at the gate of the camp made a "grinning" sound when the wind blew, the wires also whined in the wind, the smell of blood in the air was disgusting, and the soldiers lined up on the school field froze like sculptures.

Finally someone sobbed, it was a female military doctor and a female nurse, who were always sentimental.

"Damn, I said it a long time ago, this won't work, let's see-" There was a sudden argument in the distance.

Huang Li looked up and followed the voice, it was Magnum who had been locked up during the battle just now.

"Let him take his people outside to clean up the battlefield, burn all the corpses and bury them, the burial depth is not less than ten meters, and I will throw him in if there is one meter less." Huang Li didn't care about Magnum, but he still didn't stop.

Magnum didn't want to obey the soldiers' orders, but after a few shouts and the sound of the butt hitting the flesh and screams, everything fell silent.

There are some people who have to show force to them in order for them to see the reality, and that's the case with the Malagasy people, and that's the case with Magnum.

People were under the eaves and had to bow their heads, and when Magnum, who was forced to labor, passed by Huang Li, Huang Li could obviously feel the resentment in Magnum's sight.

Of course, he complained, but when Magnum walked out of the camp gate and saw the scene in front of him, Magnum was really stunned.

Resentment?

Don't be funny, how dare you!

(To be continued.) )