Darkness covered the land, and on the position of the Lu army, the military band sounded the trumpet, and the song of the big knife cutting off the devil's head filled the position. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The info officer hurried up and applied shoe polish to his leather shoes. The code of conduct for officers of the Lu Army: Even if you die in battle, you must have bright leather shoes. Some officers and soldiers who could write were in the dim light, writing at their desks, and leaving their final instructions to their families.

Soldiers who can write become the most popular group, and those who do not know how to write take out cigarettes or canned meat to dot and ask the other party to write a letter home for them. Even if you want to die, you always have to leave something for your family.

"Tell the baby to remarry with the baby, don't let him be wronged. And also...... Let the baby grow up, and he will also serve the handsome. The old soldier kept talking, and the soldier who wrote the letter was already dozing off, he was too sleepy. Besides, he didn't know that many words, and it was very difficult to write.

"You're so sleepy, let's go to sleep quickly, I'll write it."

As soon as the lights flickered, a person suddenly walked into this small room. Several soldiers were startled, and as soon as they put their hands on their guns, they immediately let go, and their sleepiness disappeared without a trace with the wind.

"Handsome! Handsome! Standing in the room was actually Zhao Guanhou in a formal dress, and beside him, there were guards with revolvers. The soldiers guarding the small fortress were all excited and nervous. kept patting his body and bowing his head to check, for fear that there would be a trace of indecency.

Zhao Guanhou took the pen from the soldier's hand with a smile and smiled at the veteran, "Whatever you want to write, I'll write it for you." Don't be inhibited, we're all brothers. Whether it is from Shaanxi, northern Jiangsu or Huaishang. Eat in one pot, that's brotherhood. How is it, this time our enemy is very strong, are you afraid? ”

"Don't be afraid!" The veteran bowed.

"We were born as a savior, and over there, we are still a company commander. But the salary of food and clothing is not as good as being a soldier in the Lu army. When the monarch is saved, the common people will run away when they see us. Now that we are in the Lu army, the people give us food, and dismantle the door panel to use as a stretcher for us. This soldier is very happy! Follow a master like Dashuai, we dare to fight anyone! ”

The platoon commander kicked the veteran next to him: "What nonsense!" Dashuai, hurry back, the front line is not safe. Oriental devils have gunslingers. ”

The fighting stopped for the time being, but the gunfire did not go away. Occasionally, one or two gunshots would pierce the silence of the night.

The Fusang and Lu armies, in the front-line positions, had a group of gunners operating in the night. As long as you find a light that is showing up, you can shoot it. Smoking a cigarette after the war was a common pastime for soldiers. But on such a night, unless you are behind a strong fortress or breastop, the match may provide the coordinates of the opposing soldier and be fired at by a bullet.

Due to the level of firearms, this kind of shooting accuracy is not high, but if you are unlucky, you can also be killed by a single shot.

Zhao Guanhou smiled: "You are not afraid of the front line, will I be afraid?" I'm with my brethren, what can the Oriental devils do to me? Everyone's hard work, I see it in my eyes, and I will not forget it. When the battle is over, everyone will have a reward, and everyone will have a good life. Fight well, I won't let you suffer. The Oriental people are very powerful, and our Lu army is not a bad breed. I'll be right next to you, and I'll have a good fight with them and see who is better in the end. ”

He sat down and picked up the pen, "Don't you want to write a letter, his culture is not good, I will write it to you, I promise to write better than him." ”

The platoon commander glared at the veteran and reminded the other party not to advance an inch, but to know how to advance and retreat, and not to delay the marshal's rest. The veteran touched the back of his head, "We don't have anything to say, let's write another sentence for the marshal, baby, let's be a soldier for Zhao Guanshuai, and it is a blessing to die on the battlefield for Zhao Guanshuai." The offspring of my family, if anyone dares to oppose Dashuai, I will not let him go as a ghost! ”

In the temporary camp of the Fusang army, there were also people who fought at night and wrote hard. Of course, in the class-oriented Fuso Army, there would be no such thing as an officer writing letters for a soldier. These writers were all staff officers of the troops, and what they wrote was the statistics of the day's battle results and losses.

In this day's battle, it was undoubtedly the Fuso army that had the upper hand. It only took one day for the front-line positions of the Lu army to change hands, and the speed of progress was beyond reproach. However, there is also a huge price to pay for achieving this goal.

The frantic bombardment of the artillery before almost hit the artillery of half the base number of ejections, and at present, the support of the Fusang army is tense, and although the construction work of Longkou Port is progressing rapidly, there is still a period of time before the ideal capacity is realized. The artillery shells are one less round, and if they continue to bombard like this, it will not take more than a few days, and the artillery will have to be converted to infantry.

The infantry who served as a commando also had a large number of casualties. Thirty percent of the soldiers were killed on the spot, 70 percent remained, and more than half were wounded. With the current level of front-line medical care in Fuso, less than one-third of them can be cured. Most of the soldiers lay in the wounded barracks and could not be properly treated to return to the battlefield, only waiting there for the wounds to become inflamed and fester, and eventually either amputated or died.

Fuso's limited medical staff made it impossible to care for so many wounded, and officers were given priority in treatment, while soldiers had to rely on luck. Thanks to the invention of penicillin, the treatment options proposed by doctors are finally no longer simple amputation. However, penicillin injections alone cannot solve all the problems. The care that should be done could not be done, and people still could not return to the battlefield, and the amount of penicillin was also very tight, and this non-combat attrition made Fuso's staff officers a big headache.

In the final analysis, there is not enough troops. If there are 100,000 troops on the battlefield, it will be much simpler. In the pre-war war games, the Fuso army went smoothly all the way, including the settlement of Shandong's ace division, and it didn't take so much effort. However, when it comes to the battlefield, we must admit that there is still a big difference between the actual battlefield and war games. At least the referee won't help, and he can't just add tens of thousands of troops out.

"Materiel...... All problems are materials. The staff officer roared angrily, using this to shirk his responsibility for cheating in the war games and not making sufficient plans.

"If we have enough supplies on the front line, then all this is not a problem. Also, there is a shortage of troops. We have only three divisions, the marines of the Navy, which should be allocated to us for use as storming troops. ”

"Yes, I heard that the advance of the navy in the Qingdao fortress is slower than the crawling of a turtle. It has long been known that these dolphins of Jiangtian Island are destined to achieve nothing, they will only waste materials and consume the precious resources of the empire. If the huge amount of money for the navy had been invested in the army, the whole of Shandong would now have been owned by the empire. ”

"Bringing the navy under the command of the army as soon as possible is the key to Shandong's victory!"

After routinely cursing the navy, several staff officers had to turn back and face their own problems, such a big loss, tomorrow's battle will definitely not be fought like this. But if you don't fight like this, what kind of strategy should you come up with to solve the second line of defense of the Lu army?

If such war damage is put in the newspapers, where is the dignity of the Army? The dignity of the great Imperial Army, which is related to the face of His Majesty the Emperor and the glory of the entire empire, brooks no blasphemy, so it ...... The great Imperial Army Staff Corps, decided to play on the glorious tradition of the Army: fictitious war reports.

Statistics is an infinitely mysterious science, and the staff officers of the empire obviously have extraordinary attainments in statistics. For example, the part of the killed, the missing on the battlefield can't be counted as a death, right? If you die after being injured, how can this be considered a death in action? It can only be counted as a wounded, and as for dying from an attack of injury, it has nothing to do with the battlefield, it is purely a matter of personal physique. In short, anyone who is not dead on the battlefield cannot be counted as killed.

Secondly, those who died on the battlefield cannot be said to have died in battle. For example, if there is no corpse, it cannot be counted as a death. Or if it is not hit by a bullet in the head, it cannot be called killed. For example, if he died under artillery fire, and the artillery fire of both sides is intertwined, how can it be concluded that he was killed by enemy artillery fire?

The last trick is to count the battle losses separately. Each wing calculates the number of casualties of each wing, and when reporting, it shall be subject to the separate statistics of each wing. In this way, some of the fallen can magically become a ghost population in this kind of word game, which is rejected by the various wings, and can also disappear from the death catalog.

In terms of the number of enemy annihilation, there is much to be done. Anyway, the corpse of the Lu army was contained by the enemy himself, so this kind of thing can be said casually. Therefore, in the battle report of that day, the statistics of Fusang were: On that day, there were more than 3,000 corpses of the Lu army on the battlefield, because the battlefield was completely controlled by our army, and the Lu army could not contain it. Later, after the Lu army took the initiative to make representations, our army allowed it to receive the corpses in line with humanitarian principles. According to the recollections of the soldiers at the scene, the Lu army's body bags were exhausted, the body boxes were reused, and finally the body could only be hastily wrapped in cloth. With a casualty ratio of 1 to 5, our Imperial Army won a great victory in the first stage of the Weifang Campaign......

As the night wore on, the Army staff officers were proud of their wisdom and loyalty to the Empire, and after fighting in the middle of the night, the number of Army casualties was greatly reduced, and the dignity of the Army was maintained. As for how to fight the next day's battle, an old staff officer had a fixed opinion:

"Exchanging ammunition for victory, this is the tactical scheme proposed by our operational staff. As for whether there are enough shells, that is a matter for the supply staff to consider. Everyone should follow their own responsibilities in formulating strategies and not overstep their authority. ”

When an orderly brought a night meal to the staff officers, several staff officers were celebrating proudly that the great artillery bombardment tactical plan had been formulated. As long as we act according to this plan, the number of casualties in the army will drop by a large margin, and the initiative in the entire battle will be completely in our own hands.

"I can't wait to taste those beautiful schoolgirls in Weifang City." A staff officer grabbed the rice ball and stuffed it into his mouth, and his eyes drifted out of the tent. "I believe that the Lu army has also reached the limit, and they are destined to have a sleepless night tonight. How could the former Jin army bear such casualties? Perhaps, in two days or a day, the Lu army will have to consider withdrawing from the battlefield. Let's hope those women don't get taken away too, after all, they're the funniest trophies......"

Two explosions came from outside. The faces of the staff officers are still the same, in the barracks, such a voice is really nothing. A staff officer smiled and slapped the staff officer who spoke, "Kameyama-kun, your joke seems to be very popular, and someone actually set off firecrackers for you to celebrate." ”

"These damn red deer, who never know what discipline is, dare to litter in the barracks. I think that at this time, their commander must go to rectify military discipline......"

Before he could finish speaking, he heard the explosion sound again. The explosions were dense and intense, like spring thunder, and they exploded in the camp of Fuso. The smiles on the faces of several staff officers disappeared, and someone quickly drew his pistol and shouted, "What's wrong?" ”

Soon, a soldier reported the situation back: the Lu army attacked at night, and the situation was unknown!

In this day and age, night battles are not common. In the dark night, it is difficult to distinguish between friend and foe, and it is easy to make an oolong of killing each other. In addition, it is not easy to control the troops in night operations, and there may be harassment by small troops, and night battles with large units are basically not visible.

The Fuso Army itself is good at launching night battles, and it is quite well prepared for night attacks. However, Shang Quan launched a night attack with the strength of two regiments, a scale that the Fusang people could not guard against. The Lu army has undergone strict night combat training, and the elite of the two regiments each carried six hand-kept bullets, and after solving the sentries, they directly touched into the Fusang barracks, and then launched an attack with hand-held bullets.

The improvised camp did not have too strong defensive capabilities, and as soon as the explosion sounded, the Fuso army was knocked unconscious. In the dark night, there is no way to judge the specific number of the Lu army, only to know that there are Lu troops everywhere, there are bullets left in hand everywhere, and machetes are waiting for them.

If it were an ordinary army, under such an attack, it was likely that the camp would be bombed or dispersed on a large scale. However, the Fusang soldiers deserved to be the first-class strong soldiers in Asia at this time, and the initial chaos did not last long, and some officers came out to organize a counterattack. The disheveled soldiers quickly regrouped, rifles raised and slashed at the enemy in the darkness.

In the night battle, the power of the bullet was greatly weakened, and the hand bullet and white blade became the mainstream of the battle. The bayonets of the Lu army mercilessly stabbed the chest of the Fusang soldiers, and the Fusang army shouted "Please try the proud wrist of my Fusang boy" with bayonets and colors.

Attackers and defenders, warriors fighting for living space and fighting to the death for their hometown, are strangled together. Every soldier is faithfully fulfilling his duty. The wounded soldiers of the Lu army simply pulled the remaining hands on their bodies to leave bullets, and died with the enemy in front of them. And the Fuso Army, after being injured and falling to the ground, still raised the bayonet and stabbed the leg dangling in front of him.

Will, courage, organization, and training, the Fuso Army is not inferior to the Lu Army in any of its aspects. But after losing the opportunity and being killed into the camp by the Lu army, he naturally fell behind. By the time a large number of troops had completed their assembly and reorganized the counter-assault, the Lu army had already begun to retreat.

The night was not friendly to the pursuers, and the night attack of the Lu army was not a whim, but had been prepared for a long time. Outside the camp, there were also a considerable number of soldiers in charge of defense, and as soon as the Fuso army came out of pursuit, they were met with a volley of platoon guns. The two shot at each other in the night for a while, and in the end, they could only watch the Lu army leave calmly.

This attack did not cause too many direct casualties to the Fuso army, but it had a great impact on morale. What's worse is that a temporary warehouse was thrown into the hand by the Lu army, and the ammunition stored in the warehouse was seriously damaged, which was obviously not good news for the next day's attack.

Exhaustion is written on the face of almost every Fuso soldier, and the emotion more than exhaustion is: nest fire. was so troubled by the Lu army, which made the joy of victory fade. In the headquarters, Lieutenant General Kamio Mitsuzo's face was also tightly sealed, and he said coldly:

"Gentlemen, it seems that the combat effectiveness of the Lu army's ace army is still underestimated by us. It must be admitted that they may be called one of the best infantry in East Asia, completely different from the other towns in the Beiyang. Even the third division in Yuezhou was not as terrible as the fifth division we were facing. The more this happens, the more we have to wipe them out in one fell swoop. Once such a force becomes a reference target for all the forces of the Republic, the future layout of the empire in East Asia and even the world will be greatly affected. Now, I would like to invite you to express your views on the battle that is one step closer. (To be continued.) )