"Ding-Congratulations to the host for receiving the reward: the team's ancient martial arts bonus has been automatically stored in the warehouse for the host!"

The prompt sound echoing in his mind made Wu Qianli's face immediately appear with joy, although he didn't know what the specific effect was, but at least he had obtained a rare reward.

"Wu Wanli, come here!"

Wu Qianli immediately turned over and stood up, shouting in a loud voice.

"Brother, what are you looking for me?"

Wu Wanli immediately ran over, with a slight doubt in his eyes.

"You immediately go down and let each platoon count the casualties, and report them all."

Wu Qianli looked at the wreckage and flames left by the explosions here, and suddenly felt a little worried about the casualties of the troops.

"Yes!"

Wu Wanli didn't say a word, and immediately ran down.

After a while, the reports of each row came up, Mei Sheng took a pen and wrote and drew in his notebook, and the more relaxed look on his face made Wu Qianli feel a lot more relaxed.

"What's going on, Instructor Mei, what's going on with our group?"

Wu Qianli leaned over a little impatiently, and was a little eager to know the answer.

"There are almost no casualties in the whole company, except for a few unlucky guys, our seventh interspersed company has more than 100 elites who have entered the DPRK, and almost all of them are alive."

Mei Sheng did not hide the smile on his face, patted Wu Qianli's shoulder and said.

"Hahaha good! All right! By the way, Instructor Mei, let's go, let's go and see if there's anything wrong with the baby radio station. ”

While speaking, Wu Qianli immediately pulled Mei Sheng to the radio station.

At this moment, the telegraph operator was anxiously fiddling with the maintenance of the radio station, and it was obvious that although the explosion just now did not directly blow up the radio station, the huge shock wave still caused some small damage to the radio station.

Wu Qianli couldn't help frowning when he saw this, and opened his mouth with some concern, but he still forcibly swallowed his words.

He understands very well that this kind of thing cannot be rushed, professional things have to be done by professional people, and it will add chaos to meddle by himself.

So Wu Qianli simply ordered the whole army to rest and recuperate, and he also sat on the side, just when he was hungry, he picked up the potatoes in his arms and gnawed them.

"S-why are these potatoes so fucking hard?"

Wu Qianli took a bite, but it was like biting on a cold stone, and the rest of the independent regiment was almost the same, obviously not fully adapted to the weather on the Korean battlefield.

"Brother, I may not be as good as you in other things, but I can do this food, eh—it's a pity, if only there was meat to eat."

I saw Wu Wanli pick up a branch of the right length, put the potato on it, put it on the fire lit by the cannonball, and slowly roasted it, then grinned, and was about to send it to his mouth with a smile.

"Poof, bastard boy, I'm thinking about the war, where is the same as you, day by day, just thinking about eating meat."

"Since you're so knowledgeable, then bake two potatoes for me by the way."

Wu Qianli said, grinned, rubbed Wu Wanli's head, and stuffed two frozen potatoes into Wu Wanli's arms.

"Company commander, the telegraph machine has been repaired, and there is an order from above, please check."

The telegraph operator on the side repaired the telegraph, immediately put on the equipment and listened to the telegraph signal, and happened to receive the order, and quickly translated the telegram and sent it to Wu Qianli's hand.

Wu Qianli didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly took the order and looked at it fixedly.

"Within three days, escort the radio station and the interpreter to the Dayudong command post."