This Wednesday, all the brothers and sisters who have Sanjiang tickets are troubled to help vote for Sanjiang tickets! The lone wolf thanked me in advance.

Weng Zhaoyuan has moved out of the mountain of the military seat, and the two of them naturally lost their temper. Weng Zhaoyuan snorted coldly, "You guys come with me!" ”

Weng Zhaoyuan walked to the huge map hanging on the wall, pointed to the temple on the map, and said, "Now the main force of the 9th Division of the Yue Army is storming the front line of Miaohang, and we have now annihilated the 24th Mixed Brigade of the Yue Army. I decided to transfer 500 troops from the 4th and 5th regiments to join up with the Reading Regiment, and Jin Zhao led the task to complete this task. ”

"Yes!" Jin Zhao, Ding Rongguang and Head Zhong responded solemnly.

Weng Zhaoyuan nodded with satisfaction, and then said, "Jin Zhao, you only have one day to rest, and you must launch an attack on the Ninth Division tomorrow." ”

"Yes! Please rest assured that the department will ensure that the task will be completed! Jin Zhao said loudly.

"Yes! Very good! Weng Zhaoyuan smiled and said, "Okay, you all go down and prepare!" ”

After Jin Zhao left the brigade headquarters, he rushed back to Baoshan non-stop. Back at the regiment headquarters, as soon as he saw Xie Jinyuan, Jin Zhao couldn't wait to ask, "Brother Zhongmin, how are our losses, have they been counted?" ”

"The statistics are out!" Xie Jinyuan sighed and said, "In the battle last night, three hundred and fifty people in our Reading Force Regiment were killed, and more than a hundred others were injured. In other words, now we only have 800 soldiers left to fight. ”

"Shhh Jin Zhao couldn't help but gasp, Jin Zhao really didn't expect that the casualties of the Reading Force Group would be so big, you must know that the Reading Force Group was full of 13 or 400 people, and now there are 500 casualties in one day, Jin Zhao is distressed and painful!

Seeing Jin Zhao's distressed look, Xie Jinyuan comforted, "Tuanzao, compared to our battle record, this loss is small, you must know that yesterday we annihilated 3,000 people in one night, if you add yesterday's daytime, it is more than 4,000 people, and the loss of the three regiments I participated in the battle is only more than 1,000 people." ”

"Hey!" Jin Zhao sighed helplessly and said, "Why don't I understand this, war, how can there be immortals?" It's just that the thought of so many young lads dying on the battlefield like this makes me feel distressed! ”

Listening to Jin Zhao's words, Xie Jinyuan also shook his head again and again, his expression was gloomy. Jin Zhao shook his head and said, "That's it! Don't talk about that. Our generation sheds more blood so that our children and grandchildren can live a better life. Brother Zhongmin, the information of the sacrificed brothers has been counted! When the pension of the political axe is paid, we will send it to our brothers, and now there is only this we can do, we cannot let the brothers shed blood and tears! ”

Xie Jinyuan nodded heavily and said, "Please rest assured, the brothers' files have been established, and when this war is over, we will send the brothers' pensions to their relatives at home." As soon as the Reading Force was established, Jin Zhao asked Xie Jinyuan to organize manpower to register and create a register for the soldiers of the whole regiment and establish a simple file, so that after they died in the future, the pension could be accurately distributed to their relatives.

"Then I'll be relieved." Jin Zhao nodded and said, "Brother Zhongmin, we have a new mission." Immediately, Jin Zhao explained the order issued by Weng Zhaoyuan to Xie Jinyuan in detail.

"The military seat has only given us a day to recuperate, and I have decided to cross the Fumohama this evening and attack the army early tomorrow morning." Jin Zhao said casually.

Xie Jinyuan nodded in agreement, "I heard that the 88th Division fought very fiercely, and the artillery fire of the Yue Army was too fierce. Moreover, the flat terrain of the Miaohang generation is conducive to the artillery fire of the army, and it is very unfavorable to the defense of our army. Although the 88th Division is the elite of the Central Army, it may not be able to support it for long in the face of such fierce artillery fire. ”

Jin Zhao was also very worried about the war in the temple, although in the memory of Jin Zhao's previous life, there seemed to be a great victory in the temple. But Jin Zhao knew that this victory was completely piled up with the bones of Chinese soldiers. Can a victory in exchange for wounding 1,000 enemies and losing 800 yourself, or even a victory in exchange for 800 and 1,000 self-losses from wounding an enemy? Although Jin Zhao's strength is still very weak, Jin Zhao still hopes to minimize the losses of our army through his own efforts.

Jin Zhao sighed helplessly, "I'll go to the hospital to see the injured brother, and I'll be back in a while." As he spoke, he strode out.

The field hospital of the Reading Force Regiment is an annex provided by a large family in the city free of charge, and it is not a problem to live in a courtyard with two entrances and two exits, and it is not a problem to accommodate dozens of people in normal times. At this time, it was crowded with wounded soldiers of the Reading Force. The seriously wounded were placed in the house, while the lightly wounded could only sit in the courtyard or in the corridor, waiting for the doctors and nurses to change their dressings. Jin Zhao looked at a few students who were interspersed among the wounded soldiers and kept giving injections and changing dressings for the wounded soldiers, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, "Damn! Thanks to the help of these Tongji University students! Otherwise, this group of wounded soldiers alone would be enough for Lao Tzu to have a headache. ”

"Hello group!" As soon as Jin Zhao entered the door, a wounded soldier who saw Jin Zhao hurriedly got up and saluted. When the other wounded soldiers heard that the regiment was coming, they also stood up and saluted.

Jin Zhao hurriedly waved his hand, told them not to be formal, and then comforted them with kind words. Jin Zhao walked inside, checking everyone's injuries one by one, and told them to recuperate with peace of mind.

Jin Zhao was walking inside, when a timid voice came from the side, "Head Jin!" Jin Zhao looked back and saw that it was Zhao Xiaoya. At this time, Zhao Xiaoya was wearing a nurse's outfit and was looking at herself timidly, if it wasn't for the mask, Jin Zhao would definitely be able to see her blushing face. This girl is still so shy, the reason why Jin Zhao told Zhao Xiaoya's life experience in public was that she knew that this girl was too shy, and her previous experience made her feel deeply inferior, in order to make him confidently live in the reading group. Since then, Jin Zhao has been busy fighting, but he hasn't taken care of this girl, and he doesn't know if this girl is used to living here. Thinking of this, Jin Zhao couldn't help but take a few more glances at Zhao Xiaoya's body. However, a hint of a smile on the corner of Jin Zhao's mouth made people look somewhat obscene and silvery, coupled with the experience of the two, Jin Zhao looked at it like this, Zhao Xiaoya became even more shy, and her face was red to the base of her neck.

Zhao Xiaoya's shy appearance undoubtedly has a huge temptation for Jin Zhao, a slut, especially now that Xiaoya is wearing a nurse's outfit, Jin Zhao can't help but think about it, and he is stupid for a while.

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