Bright Sword: From Northwest Shanxi to Shangganling

Chapter 217 You still have a lot to learn (asking for monthly tickets)
"Commander, the Japanese have been completely wiped out. This is the command knife of the Japanese captain!" Sun Desheng returned to the command post excitedly and reported.

"What are the casualties?" Chen Chengxing asked.

"Not a single casualty!" Sun Desheng said proudly. This is the strength of a veteran cavalryman with more than ten years of experience!

"Okay! I've done a good deed, and it can be used to offset the merits of the captives. I'll just remove the word 'substitute'."

When Chen Chengxing heard that no one was injured, he felt that this deal was worth it. He got two masters for just one cake.

"Yes!" Sun Desheng didn't expect that the word "代" would disappear in just one day.

"Xu Wu, Sun Xun, I estimate that the Japanese from the 3rd Mixed Brigade are very close. The troops cannot stay here, retreat immediately!" Chen Chengxing ordered.

The battlefield has been cleaned up. Apart from a hundred or so rifles and more than ten thousand rounds of ammunition, Chen Chengxing has no time to clean up the other small items. The right thing to do is to retreat immediately.

"Commander, where are those puppet soldiers? I went to check when I came back just now, and those guys were still there." Sun Desheng asked.

"Still there?" Chen Chengxing was a little surprised. He ignored them and let them run away, so why didn't they leave?
"Don't worry about it, we can't take care of them now!" Chen Chengxing didn't understand what the puppet soldiers were thinking, so he simply ignored them.

"Yes!"

The soldiers of the New Second Regiment immediately evacuated southwards, leaving only the 13th Regiment of the Puppet Army in the Lijiazhang area.

A gust of wind blew by, and Ding Cheng couldn't help but shrink his body.

"The wind is a little chilly tonight."

The next morning, just after daybreak, the 2nd and 3rd Independent Infantry Battalions of the 3rd Mixed Brigade had arrived at Lijiazhang.

Half an hour later, Yukio Nara, who had been planning to encircle the Eighth Route Army at Aonao Mountain, also arrived with his team.

"idiot!"

Looking at the corpses on the ground, Yukio Nara felt a toothache.

Along the way, the entire 3rd Mixed Brigade was marching at a rapid pace, but unexpectedly they still couldn't catch up.

"Report! Brigade Commander, the bodies of the Ishiguro Battalion and the rest of the warriors were found 2 kilometers to the west."

"In addition, the captured 13th Regiment of the Locust Army was found not far to the south." The Japanese scout reported.

"Bring them here!" Nara Yukio said angrily.

All the locust soldiers died, and you were just captured?

As soon as Ding Cheng saw Nara Yukio, he knelt on the ground.

"Taijun! Taijun! Thank you for saving our 13th Regiment! Those Eighth Route Army soldiers were simply inhumane. Our regiment leader was beaten to death for just saying a few more words!"

"Bakayalo!" When Nara Yukio heard Ding Cheng's crying, he immediately gave him two big slaps.

"Shut up! I ask, you answer! Understand?!"

"I understand, I understand." Ding Cheng covered his face and didn't dare to say any more nonsense.

"Eighth Route Army, how many people are there?"

"I don't know the exact number, but there were several thousand people who attacked. Oh, and there was also a cavalry battalion."

"Cavalry battalion? Where did the Eighth Route Army's cavalry battalion come from?" Nara Yukio frowned.

"Eighth Road, where did it go?"

"Go south, they went south." Ding Cheng said, pointing to the south.

"Map!" Yukio Nara gestured to the staff officer next to him.

Looking at the map spread on the stone, Nara Yukio's eyes gradually focused on one point. "Yoshi. We caught you, Eighth Route Army!"

After determining the whereabouts of the Eighth Route Army, Nara Yukio didn't bother to talk nonsense with Ding Cheng anymore.

"You are responsible for collecting the remains of the locust soldiers, finding fuel, cremating them, and putting the ashes together with the soldiers' certificates. Do you understand?" Nara Yukio looked at Ding Cheng and asked.

"I understand, I understand. I have done this before. Don't worry!" Ding Cheng assured quickly.

"Yoshi." Nara Yukio nodded, and then ordered: "Mr. Dongshan, order the troops to split into three groups. One group will occupy Xigou, Dongming, Shanzhai and other villages; one group will attack Chijianling, Mafang and other places; I will lead the group to attack Fanglaoshan."

"The three battalions are forming a joint attack against the eight battalions. I will completely wipe out the new second regiment and avenge the Ishiguro battalion!"

"Ha!"
Ding Cheng and others kept bowing until the Japanese disappeared, then they straightened up.

"Adjutant Ding, what should we do now? The Ishiguro Battalion has seven or eight hundred people. Where can we find so much fuel?" The puppet soldier on the side said with a headache. Burning the bodies one by one would consume a lot of fuel.

"Are you really going to burn them one by one?" Ding Cheng said disdainfully as he brushed the dust off his trouser legs.

"Not burning? Then what should I do?"

"You don't understand. After cremation, the Japanese put the bones into an urn. The box cannot hold all the bones, so the Japanese usually only pick up a part of the bones." Ding Cheng explained.

"This has nothing to do with fuel." Even if you only pick up a part of it, you have to burn it all before you can pick it up.

"Why are you so stubborn? He's already burned to ashes. How can anyone know who he is? Can you really recognize him even if he's turned into ashes?"

"Let the brothers first find the Japanese soldiers' ID cards, and then go to the nearby villages and ask the locals to bring some firewood."

"By the way, get some more shovels and white cloth, they'll be needed," Ding Cheng said.

"Shovel?" Baibu knew that it was a bone package, what was the shovel for?
"Why don't you understand yet?" Ding Cheng said unhappily.

"Dig two pits, light one pit on fire, and throw a hundred or so corpses into it to burn together; in the other pit, bury the remaining devils directly."

"After burning the hundreds of Japanese, smash them into pieces with a shovel and pack them one by one according to the soldiers' certificates."

"As for whether they make mistakes when they go back, that's not our business. It's good enough if we can make them make mistakes."

If it weren't for the hot weather and the fear of plague, he would not even bury the remaining Japanese corpses and would just let them be eaten by wild dogs.

After hearing Ding Cheng's words, everyone finally understood.

"Or you can be a leader, that's great!"

All of a sudden, the amount of work was reduced by 80%, which was still acceptable to the Japanese.

"Hey, you guys still have a lot to learn." Ding Cheng waved his hand.

He had burned the bodies of Japanese devils before. When he was digging a pit, he found a grave and Ding Cheng simply replaced the bones, so that the original wandering ghosts would have someone to kowtow to.

After Chen Chengxing led his troops away from Lijiazhang, they headed south along the mountain ridge. Halfway along the way, a guerrilla team caught up with them.

It was almost noon when the New Second Regiment stopped at Chijianling to rest before continuing their journey.

"Let the kitchen staff start cooking quickly and use the canned food seized from the Japanese." Chen Chengxing ordered.

"Yes!"

The soldiers next to him were all smiling, they just loved fighting with the commander.

Without going into too much detail, after every battle, everyone, young and old, would have a good meal.

(End of this chapter)