After the devils retreated, they were prepared for retaliatory artillery bombardment or offensive firepower according to custom, but Feng Ye was not worried at all now, and he did not order the brothers to withdraw to the bunker; Because the 200th Division is coming, the devils should be worried about Rerem being attacked now, and if they don't want to get back into the fight, then they must make a decision immediately, immediately, and no matter how bad it is, they should also build a firm position near Rerem.

"Commander, the wounded soldiers have been sent to the hospital; What's next? ”

On the eastern position, Zhang Chuan's face was covered with mud, and he reported to Feng Ye tiredly.

"Have the casualties of the battalions been counted?"

Feng Yi held a half-lit cigarette in his hand, his fingers were pitch black and flesh-colored, he had shot too many bullets today, in such a fierce battlefield, what he pursued was rapid shooting, it was definitely impossible for the gun to be deadly, and it would be very good for him to ensure that most of the bullets hit the enemy.

"It's still being counted, why don't you go back to the regiment headquarters to rest first, and I'll just keep an eye on it here."

Zhang Chuan frowned, his battalion suffered heavy casualties today, except for the wounded soldiers, the remaining brothers on the position now did not even have a company; In the first battle, the second battalion was greatly injured.

"The third battalion of the 87th Regiment and Wang Ning's battalion, each draw a company for you, pay attention at night, don't let the reinforcements come, but let the devils take the position."

Feng Ye left the cigarette butt still on the ground and prepared to return to the regiment headquarters.

"Be careful, don't be overshadowed by dead devils."

When Feng Yi looked up, he saw that on the position in front of the trench, dozens of brothers were cleaning up the battlefield, digging for the things that the devil had brought with them, such as cigarettes, watches, binoculars, grenades, and other things were their targets; Now they are not interested in the weapons of the devils.

"Don't worry! They all confessed, and a veteran company commander followed them. ”

Zhang Chuan waved his hand and asked the tired Feng Ye to hurry back to rest.

"Purr ......"

There is no shortage of water in the town, after Feng Ye washed off the mud on his hands and face, he sat on the stool tiredly, facing the steamed buns in front of him, he did not have the desire to eat, but kept drinking water; Today's battle is too cruel, from the morning to now, there are still all kinds of blood in the nose.

"Let's have a bit!"

Wang Ying stared at Feng Ye and pointed to the steamed buns on the table.

"I'll go first and see the wounded brothers."

Feng Yi shook his head and stood up.

"Don't go, it's miserable."

Wang Ying shook his head, his face full of unbearability.

"What's wrong? Didn't you get a lot of medicines? ”

Feng Yi asked with a frown.

"There is not enough morphine, and many medicines are in short supply; Morphine is now not allowed unless the seriously injured are undergoing major surgery. ”

Wang Ying said that the scenes that took place in the field hospital were still floating in front of her eyes.

"Doctor Zhao, they have done their best, from morning to now, they haven't even bothered to eat, and they have all pounced on the wounded......

Wang Ying was saying good things about the doctors in the field hospital, there were too many wounded, and there were not enough doctors and nurses, and their primary goal now was to save the lives of the brothers and slowly heal the wounded.

"It's not easy!"

Feng Yi sighed, of course he knew that there were not enough doctors, and he didn't even urge those battalion and company commanders to report the casualty data now, he was a little afraid to look at it now.

"Regiment commander, the casualty data of the 87th regiment is out."

"Regiment commander, the first battalion suffered 47 serious wounded, 31 lightly wounded, and 206 killed in battle."

……

One after another, the casualty data of each battalion arrived at Feng Ng, looking at the data on paper, Feng Que closed his eyes in pain, nearly 6,000 Qijiang soldiers, in this battle, more than 300 people were seriously wounded, more than 200 people were lightly wounded, and more than 600 brothers were killed in the battle; Among them, the total casualties of the 85th Regiment exceeded sixty percent, and the 87th Regiment only had a large casualty data of the second battalion, and the rest of the troops did not suffer many casualties.

"Is there a count of the devil's casualties?"

Feng Yi reopened his eyes and asked the staff officer next to him.

"According to the calculation of the corpses left by the devils, it is about two thousand, and many of the corpses have been shattered, and there is no way to be accurate; Regiment commander, we have a one-to-two battle loss ratio, who will dare to say that we are new recruits in the future? This record is almost the same as the record of the 200 divisions guarding Tonggu. ”

The staff officer grinned, this battle report went up, Feng Yi was afraid that it would be another great achievement.

"What is there to rejoice in, more than six hundred brethren lie here forever; If it weren't for the 200 divisions coming to help, we would have held out for two more days at most, and we would have fought desperately with the devils if we didn't retreat. ”

Feng Yi shook his head, he didn't think that the brothers were strong in combat; Instead, reinforcements came, and the devils had to retreat from the battlefield.

Two new regiments, less than 6,000 brothers, suffered one-fifth casualties in one day's fighting, and the 56th Division he faced, reinforced by an infantry regiment, with a strength of nearly 20,000 men, and they lost only 2,000 men, even if this battle loss ratio continued, he could not bear it; Not to mention that as the battle continues, the devils can attack from multiple sides, and the more the defenders go to the rear, the more holes in the defense line will be, and if they continue to fight, the casualty ratio will definitely be reversed.

"Yaga!"

Releem, the headquarters of the 56th Division of the Japanese Army; Masao Watanabe looked at the casualty report and cursed incessantly.

"Since the landing of the 56th Division in Rangoon, it has been invincible and invincible; There were countless battles along the way, and only 2,000 people were lost here, and you told me, a Tangji lost more than 2,500 people? Are you all pigs? ”

Masao Watanabe grabbed the clothes of Chief of Staff Takeshi Fujiwara and shouted.

"Your Excellency, once the warriors are wounded, it is very difficult to withdraw; So ......"

The chief of staff explained that in fact, very few of the devil's wounded soldiers could come back alive, less than two hundred in total, and most of their wounded soldiers could not walk when they retreated, and became trophies for the Chinese; On the battlefield, what will happen to the wounded soldiers who can't walk is originally the winning side.

"Where is the 56 Infantry Regiment? When can we meet? ”

Masao Watanabe is no longer entangled in casualties, now most of the 56th Division is concentrating on Releem, at most tomorrow morning, the main forces of the 113th Wing, 146th Wing, 148th Wing and other wings will arrive here, and there is no definite news on the 56th Infantry Regiment.

"They split into three groups and are approaching Releem, and will arrive probably by noon to-morrow; According to the order, the search 56th Wing has divided into two routes and advanced to Binglong and Nansang for reconnaissance......"

Fujiwara Takeshi looked at the things recorded in his hand and wanted to report to the division commander.

"All the men of the 56th Engineer Wing were added to the various brigades to maintain the combat effectiveness of the attacking troops; Order the rest of the baggage wing to advance with the field artillery wing, and must speed up and keep up with the divisional headquarters......"

Masao Watanabe looked at the map and was thinking about his next move; Since Tang Ji can't be captured, then don't waste time here, take Lashio, and all the Chinese troops in Burma will become turtles in the urn.