As night fell, the soldiers of the Liberation Army began to enjoy a sumptuous dinner, and most of the day was full of high-intensity fighting, and all of them felt exhausted. Not many people had the desire to speak, and everyone sat silently on the ground, spoonful by spoonful of food in their mouths. Luo Jiaying looked at the lump of braised pork in the lunch box, and he couldn't swallow it, today's battle had too much impact on him. Not counting the armed fight with the bandit pirates (after today's battle, he characterized his previous "fight" with the bandit pirates as a weapon fight). He had also watched the battle between the officers and the ghosts a few times, and when he saw the division ship of the sailor being hit and exploded by the ghosts' artillery, his first feeling was that the fireworks were really beautiful. But when this kind of "fireworks" fell on his head, he really realized the feelings of the officers and soldiers who were laughed at by him and were scurrying around in the fire of the ghosts. When the ghost guy's rocket fell like rain, Luo Jiaying thought that he was dead, and after hearing the warning of the battalion commander, he immediately turned over and rolled into the trench, remembering the chief's teachings to save his life. As soon as he rolled into the trench, the rocket landed on the position, and for a moment it seemed as if the earth was trembling, and he was like staying in a small boat in the midst of a terrible wave. The dirt kicked up by a nearby exploding rocket nearly buried him, and he crawled through the trench with his hands and feet on his back, crawling into an anti-artillery hole as fast as he could, and only then did he save his life. But the third squad that came with him for reinforcements was not so lucky, four died in hand-to-hand combat, and four more died during the rocket attack, leaving only the squad leader and one private, still carried down. With only a few abrasions like him, it can be said that he is extremely lucky. And the first battalion, one company, one platoon, and three squads of the infantry were completely wiped out, and in the words of the chief, they disappeared from the army sequence.

Suddenly, a cigar in one hand reached out in front of him. This is a high-end product that the chief smoked! He looked up and saw that the owner of the hand was Weng Zhongtian, the platoon leader of the second company. "Thank you, Chief!" He took the cigar with respectful hands, put it in front of his nose and sniffed it like a chief.

Weng Zhongtian took out a lighter to help Luo Jiaying light the cigar, and then lit one for himself, and then said after leisurely spitting out a smoke ring: "It's me who should say thank you." If it weren't for your quick movements, I would have hung up today. ”

Although Luo Jiaying didn't know what "hanging" was, he could guess that it would never be a good word, and saving the chief's life would be of great benefit to the development of the army in the future, but at this time, he should be more modest and cautious, so he hurriedly said modestly: "The chief praised falsely!" On the battle array, it is natural to help the robes. Besides, the instructor said that joining the Liberation Army is a family, and officers and soldiers are like brothers, and there is no need to say thank you to each other. ”

"Well said!" Weng Zhongtian understood the half-literate and half-white, Cantonese accented Mandarin Yiqiang of the General Staff Army. I thought to myself, this instructor has done a good job in ideological education! This native has only been in the army for less than two months, and he speaks in a set way. He patted the latter on the shoulder, "Anyway, I have written down your favors, and remember to come to me if you have any difficulties in the future." With that, he was ready to leave.

"Chief." Weng Zhongtian had just taken a step when he was stopped by Luo Jiaying, he looked back at the latter strangely, "You won't want to repay your favor now, right?" "But I'm guessing in my heart, maybe I want to break away from the army, right? At this time, there is no way to leave the army, and I knew that I should add some restrictions as promised just now.

Unfortunately, his guess was wrong. Luo Jiaying looked around carefully, the people around him were eating and resting, and no one noticed their conversation, so he asked in a low voice: "Chief, do you think we can win this battle?" Originally, he was full of confidence in the victory of the Liberation Army, but after the rocket rain just now, he was not so confident. If it were another officer, he wouldn't be able to ask this, but he had a "life-saving grace" to Chief Weng, so it shouldn't matter if he wanted to ask this, right?

Weng Zhongtian glanced at him, "What?" Scared? ”

"No, no." Luo Jiaying hurriedly denied that fearing the enemy in battle was a big crime. Weng Zhongtian thought about it, this indigenous soldier's performance in the battle just now was remarkable, and he heard that the command intended to set him up as a model of an excellent soldier, and he would not be a master who was greedy for life and afraid of death. So he changed his serious expression, "The rockets of the British are scary in the afternoon, right?" Seeing that the other party nodded subconsciously, and hurriedly shook his head in denial, Weng Zhongtian smiled: "You are not a Transformer, you can't be beaten no matter how you fight, and it's not strange to be scared." Don't talk about you, even I'm scared. ”

Luo Jiaying's eyes widened, he had been in the army for two months, of course he would not think that the chiefs were gods and invulnerable like an ignorant puppet fool. The same flesh and blood have no reason not to fear the kind of hell that is like iron and fire. But I didn't think that Chief Weng would admit that he was frightened, shouldn't Shangguan show bravery? In this way, the morale of his subordinates can be boosted. Besides, isn't it shameful for Shangguan to admit that he is afraid? How to maintain majesty in front of your subordinates in the future?

Luo Jiaying's mental activity Weng Zhongtian had no way of knowing, and the latter continued according to his own train of thought: "It's one thing to be frightened, it's another thing to be scared away, this is the difference between a warrior and a coward. These words made Luo Jiaying confused, how could he still be called a warrior when he was frightened? Do you not hear that the brave are fearless? As if knowing what Luo Jiaying was thinking, Weng Zhongtian said again: "Not being afraid of anything is not called bravery, that is called stupid and bold, real bravery is that even if you are afraid, you will overcome the fear in your heart to face it." Just like you, suddenly faced with the rockets of the British, you did not run away, but calmly used the terrain to protect yourself, this is bravery. And the brave can live longer on the battlefield, and those who ran around the positions because they were afraid, for the most part, were killed by rockets, and this is the proof. Weng Zhongtian's words completely subverted Luo Jiaying's three views, although he felt that it made sense, he couldn't accept it for a while, and he was silent for a while.

At this time, Weng Zhongcai realized that his words were a little off-topic, and looked around, some soldiers heard their conversation and also gathered, so he ended the discussion on the question of bravery, and turned the topic to the situation of the enemy and the enemy. "Although we suffered dozens of casualties in the afternoon, the British suffered even greater casualties, ten times as many as ours. You must know that most of the British army are veterans who have experienced a hundred battles, and they have just won a great victory over the Qing army in the north, and more than 100,000 Qing troops have ceded land and paid compensation. And you are all new recruits who are on the battlefield for the first time, and a few dozen people have defeated an attack of hundreds, and this alone is enough to make you proud. These words were said to the hearts of the soldiers, and everyone couldn't help but laugh. Today we can wipe out a few hundred British troops, sink two warships, and later we will be able to wipe out many more British troops. The losses we suffer today must be repaid tenfold by the British. ”

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At the same time, the former enemy headquarters transferred to Stonecutters Island was filled with smoke, and more than a dozen large smoke guns were firing at full power, while spewing harmful gases outward.

"Just now there was news from the hospital that two more seriously wounded people had not been rescued, so up to now, the number of our troops killed has reached sixty-seven, and there are twice as many lightly and seriously wounded as this. In a short time, two rifle platoons of a company could not regain combat effectiveness. "The instructor of the first battalion was reading the documents and giving everyone a briefing.

"What about our own people?" Ma Angelica asked. "Own people" here refers to survivors, and is the customary term in the military as opposed to indigenous soldiers.

"According to Dean Qin, most of our own people are not seriously injured, and only the two who are injured in the head are not out of danger." From the beginning of the fighting, all the medical personnel of the survivors came to Stonecutters Island. Although a group of sanitary soldiers were trained by surprise, these people could only do some simple bandaging work, and they could not even sew up the wounds of the longer ones. Qin Shanfeng was the only one who could perform surgery, and for this reason, the two military doctors among the British prisoners were also arrested, at least these two people had no problem with taking shrapnel and amputating their limbs. And these two people were full of interest in the anti-inflammatory drugs, anesthetics, and electrocardiographs and other medical equipment used by the Liberation Army.

Ma Angelica originally wanted to instruct Dean Qin to do his best to treat his own people, but he was afraid that his condescending posture would easily offend people, so he didn't say much. Thinking about it, Qin Mountain Peak can also distinguish which is more important.

"What is the amount of ammunition consumed?" Wei Bozhi asked.

"More than seven thousand rounds of bullets were consumed. A small part of this was reloaded, which was issued to soldiers, and several rifle platoons consumed fifteen rounds per person. The main consumers of ammunition are machine guns and automatic weapons in the training battalions, accounting for almost 80%. In addition, nearly 100 grenades were consumed, and the mines planted were almost exhausted, but the soldiers basically did not use grenades. Hearing these data, the participants all gasped, to say that today's battle is not fierce in the eyes of survivors who are used to watching war blockbusters, except for the rocket attack, so they will be surprised by the number of bullets consumed. However, no one objected, and they all listened to the instructor continue to read. "Fifty-six mortar shells were consumed, three 152mm grenades, oh, and four mortar shells converted into aerial bombs."

Before everyone finished digesting these data, another set of data made everyone's mood worse. "In total, during the rocket attack, we damaged seventeen rifles, five of which had completely broken barrels and were no longer possible to repair, and several others, which were damaged parts and had been sent to repair shops." The machine guns are all protected by reinforced concrete pillboxes, so there is no loss, otherwise everyone will have to make their flesh hurt.?

After listening to the briefing, everyone had an intuitive understanding of the phrase "fighting a war is a comprehensive national strength", and it was only on the first day of the battle that so many belongings were used, and most of them could not be produced by themselves now, and there were more and larger battles waiting for everyone, which had to be said to be a headache.

Seeing that the atmosphere in the conference room was very dull, Wei Bozhi asked again: "Have the results been counted?" "Comrade Political Commissar feels that a little good news is needed now to cheer people up.

"Because most of the bodies of the British in the British army were brought back, only an approximate figure can be estimated. About 100 to 150 British soldiers were killed in the frontal line, 77 were counted in the corpses of Ah San, 133 corpses of Gurkha were cleared in the left flank line, and 62 corpses were left in the mountains and forests by the British troops pursued by a platoon of the teaching battalion, plus those killed on the beach, the total number was more than 100. On the other hand, about 300 to 400 sailors were burned, blown up, and drowned on the two warships, and according to the above data, the total number of enemy troops killed by our troops in this battle was between 700 and 850. The instructor finished reading this paragraph in a relaxed tone, and most of the survivors had a knowing smile on their faces, and the exchange ratio of one to ten was an achievement worth boasting about in any era.