Liang Jian: Commander, save some for me

Chapter 181 Growth
"Damn it, believe it or not, pull out the knife quickly, or I will kill you with one knife!" Zhao Ming shouted, he raised the machete in Yang's hand, if he didn't want to fight this little devil, he didn't even want to say a word , directly chopped the devil.

It is hard to have the opportunity to fight hand-to-hand with the devils, and one has to cherish it. Usually, there is no such opportunity. Almost all the devils in ambush were killed by guns, and there was no chance to fight with bayonets.

Lieutenant Guizi had no choice but to draw out his saber and stand in front of him. Although he was afraid in his heart, he didn't want to be an officer who was hacked to death without drawing his saber.

Seeing the devil pull out his command saber, Zhao Ming regained his energy immediately. He rushed forward with a stride, and slashed towards the head with extreme speed.

Lieutenant Guizi's pupils shrank, and he quickly blocked with his sword.

Ding!
The sound of metal clashing came, Lieutenant Guizi took several steps back, his arms were numb, and he almost couldn't hold the knife. What kind of strange force is this!

"Good boy, you can stop me!" Zhao Ming's eyes showed joy. None of the previous devils could stop him. This devil's lieutenant has something after all.

Before the devil could slow down, Zhao Ming rushed up again, swiping his knife and slashing.

ding ding ding...

Card wipe!

Zhao Ming slashed several times in a row, and the ghost lieutenant had no choice but to fight back. When Zhao Ming made the last slash, the commanding knife snapped.

Zhao Ming's knife also took advantage of the opportunity to chop on Lieutenant Devil's left shoulder.

puff!
"what………"

An arm fell to the ground, Lieutenant Guizi screamed, and the broken knife fell to the ground. His right hand was covering the bleeding wound, his face was extremely pale, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his eyes were full of horror.

It's terrible, he cut off his command saber with just a few cuts, it's so powerful and fast, that's all he can block a few more times, if it's another person, it's estimated that he can't even block the first cut. He was directly hacked to death.

"It's boring... I just blocked it a few more times..." Zhao Ming shook his head, this devil officer is not good either, he doesn't have the kind of back-and-forth fight he imagined.

Zhao Ming didn't give Lieutenant Guizi a chance, and slashed him on the neck with a knife. For a while, Lieutenant Guizi fell down with a look of horror on his face.

The wound on the neck was bleeding, and the broken arm was also dripping with blood. He couldn't believe that it was the Eighth Route Army who killed him.

Zhao Ming killed the other devils.

On both sides of the road, the devils and soldiers from the new regiment fought together.

The soldiers of the new regiment are almost two or three people fighting against each other. They don't need to fight the devils to death, just hold back and let the soldiers of the special warfare company come.

But even so, many soldiers were stabbed to death by devil soldiers.

After all, their strength is still far behind that of devils.

Five minutes later, all the devils were killed with the cooperation of the soldiers of the new regiment and the special warfare company. During this period, three flares were fired.

Both sides of the road were covered with corpses, including devils and soldiers from the Eighth Route Army, but the corpses of devils were obviously more than those of the Eighth Route Army.

"Quickly, clean up the battlefield. I'll take all the guns and bullets!" Song Qian ordered. He was covered in blood, which belonged to the devil.

The soldiers cleaned up the battlefield one after another, making up for the devils.

"Battalion Commander, we sacrificed 32 soldiers, 54 were slightly injured, and 22 were seriously injured! Those who were seriously injured did not hurt their vitals, and those who were slightly injured could continue to fight with simple treatment of their wounds!" A soldier reported the casualties to Song Qian .

"How many enemies were wiped out?!" Song Qian asked.

"Annihilate 180 people." Said the soldier.

"Put the corpse on your back, let the seriously wounded get carried on a stretcher, and retreat directly to the Jangjin Mountains. Everyone else, follow me to the transfer station!" Song Qian ordered, and he left a hundred soldiers including the slightly wounded, Let them take care of the seriously wounded.

He didn't plan to let the lightly wounded take part in the battle, after all, being wounded would still affect the battle, and maybe he would die because of it.

Now we have to wait for Li Jin's support to come to the transfer station. Calculating the time, when they arrive at the transfer station, they will be able to support Li Jin in a few minutes.

Song Qian led the crowd towards the transfer station.

"Thanks to you guys this time, otherwise, it's really hard to say whether we can win." Song Qian said to Zhao Ming while running.

He knew very well that with his 400 troops, he had a very small chance of winning a hand-to-hand battle with more than 180 devils.

Because less than half of the veterans are experienced, and the rest are recruits, who have never fought the devils with bayonets. The small casualties now are all thanks to the special warfare company.

More than half of these devils were killed by soldiers of the special warfare company. I have to admit that the combat effectiveness of the special warfare company is really fierce.

In a one-on-one situation, none of the devils could get out of a round under their hands, and they couldn't stand it at all.

There are very few devils who can get out of a round, but that is useless, after all, they are not opponents of the soldiers of the special warfare company.

"Battalion Commander, you're offended by what you're saying. We're all on our own, so we should!" Zhao Ming said.

"Anyway, it's easy to win with you here." Song Qian replied, as a commander, he is most concerned about the casualties of his subordinates. If possible, he really hopes that he doesn't have to sacrifice so many people every time he fights.

He also wanted the soldiers under him to be as powerful as the special warfare company, but that was impossible. The entire Eighth Route Army, and only the special warfare company, could support itself.

Zhao Ming stopped talking. Although he felt a little sad about the sacrifice of the new regiment of soldiers, he was not particularly sad because he was used to seeing it.

Once on the battlefield, he saw too many sacrifices of his comrades-in-arms. At that time, he was very disappointing. Every time he finished the battle, he would hide and cry. However, after seeing too much, his heart also became cold. , not as before.

In fact, many veterans are unwilling to talk with recruits, because they are afraid that if they talk too much, they will feel very sad if the other party sacrifices.

So they try their best to give all their experience to the recruits, just hoping that the other party can survive.

The soldiers of the special warfare company looked at the new regiment of soldiers who died, and felt a little sad, but because they were not familiar with each other, they were not very sad.

They also thought that if they died one day, the comrades around them would be very sad. They trained together, ate together, and fought together, and they already regarded each other as life and death friends.

Zhao Ming looked back at the soldiers of the special warfare company. They were all new recruits and hadn't fully experienced the sacrifice of close comrades in arms, but he knew that one day, they would all experience it.

It's just that he doesn't know how to say it. Maybe he will start to see his comrades sacrificed, and after the battle, he will cry.

After all, a good friend who was still training, eating, and bragging together before was on the battlefield in a blink of an eye. No one can accept the separation between life and death.

But when they stay on the battlefield for a long time and get used to seeing life and death, they will become like him. According to what the company commander said,
Growth on the battlefield is at the cost of life. It is cruel, but you have to face it. This is the growth that every soldier must experience.

(End of this chapter)