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Chapter 129 Hiding the Spoils

South of Hirota.

The battle is over.

The firelight illuminated the scene of devastation.

Burning car wrecks, scattered weapons and ammunition, and numerous enemy soldiers' corpses and prisoners kneeling in surrender.

The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder, blood, and burnt meat.

Because it was uncertain when more enemies would come down from the front lines, Luo Pojun arranged for half of his men to keep watch and the other half to quickly clean up the battlefield.

"Reporting to the commander! The 1st Battalion has completely wiped out the left flank, killing approximately 80 enemy Lighthouse Army soldiers, over 100 puppet troops, and capturing 15 Lighthouse Army soldiers."

More than 200 puppet troops were captured! (Seized items...)

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"Report! The 2nd Battalion has secured the western section of the highway, destroying 2 enemy armored vehicles and 7 trucks, and killing... "

"Report! The 3rd Battalion, in coordination with brother companies, has cleared the core area of ​​the crash site... The remaining enemy forces have been largely eliminated! Countless spoils have been captured! Additionally..."

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Luo Pojun stood on a slightly higher earthen slope, his body covered in mud, snow and blood, but his eyes shone with an astonishing brightness.

As he listened to the battle reports quickly compiled by each battalion and company, he clenched his fist forcefully, his excitement evident.

"Good! Well done!"

"By the way! What about Xiaoyu? She's a great contributor!" Luo Pojun asked.

"Report! Xiaoyu is searching for enemy corpses!" the communications officer replied.

"Haha! Is Xiaoyu looking for enemy rations to eat?" Political Commissar Sun laughed.

"Probably. After all, the enemy's individual rations include dried meat and nuts, so don't worry about it! Our little darling can eat any of the spoils!"

Luo Pojun laughed heartily, then waved his hand dismissively: "Immediately tally the casualties and treat the wounded! Fortify the fortifications and be on guard against an enemy counterattack! Also, send a telegram to the division headquarters!"

He took a deep breath, his words ringing out firmly: "Our 352nd Regiment successfully repelled the remnants of the enemy's 8th Division and a part of the Lighthouse Army's tank battalion south of Guangtian! After fierce fighting, we inflicted a devastating blow on the enemy! Preliminary statistics show that we killed or wounded over a thousand enemy and puppet troops, captured approximately four hundred, and destroyed eight tanks, five armored vehicles, and dozens of cars!"

"Regarding the captured items: 7 tanks (in good condition or slightly damaged and repairable), 4 armored vehicles, 17 trucks, and 11 artillery pieces of various types."

The store contained doors, 35 light and heavy machine guns, nearly a thousand rifles and submachine guns, and countless supplies of ammunition, rations, and clothing!

He paused, his voice tinged with disbelief and excitement, "Especially noteworthy is the successful downing of three enemy transport planes! One of them crashed into enemy territory, triggering a massive secondary explosion that inflicted fatal casualties on the enemy! In this battle, Comrade Su Yang and his trained gyrfalcon, Xiao Yu, deserve immense credit! Xiao Yu accurately dropped grenades from high altitude, destroying several enemy tanks and ultimately causing the crash of three enemy planes! A brilliant victory! Our regiment is now consolidating its positions and clearing the battlefield! Commander of the 352nd Regiment, Luo Pojun."

The telegraph operator's fingers flew across the telegraph key, and this victory report, destined to shock the entire army, flew with the radio waves to the division headquarters and to higher levels.

After sending the telegram, Luo Pojun felt a strong sense of fatigue, but his spirits remained high.

He turned to look at the dim northern sky and murmured, "Su Yang... just how much skill are you hiding?"

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He was filled with gratitude and lingering fear.

Without Xiaoyu's miraculous air support, even if the 352nd Regiment could complete its blocking mission, it would have paid an unimaginable heavy price.

Xiaoyu flew around in the ruins of the battlefield.

Soldiers from the 352nd Regiment who were cleaning up the battlefield would occasionally offer Xiaoyu some beef jerky and nuts they found, but Xiaoyu ignored them all.

Under the cover of night, no one saw that Xiaoyu was clutching a series of knives in her hands.

"298...299...300!"

"That's about it!"

In a remote mountain valley a few miles south of the battlefield, Xiaoyu put down the last three banknotes and put them into a bloodstained dry food bag, then clumsily tied the bag shut.

Su Yang had never done anything like hoarding spoils of war before.

It was my first time doing this, and even though I was directing Xiaoyu to do it, I was still a little nervous.

However, considering that he and Xiaoyu had destroyed so many tanks, enemies, and three transport planes tonight, he felt that keeping these few spoils of war for himself wasn't a big deal.

The trash panel can only be recharged with Dao Le. Apart from completely confronting the other party, the battlefield is the only way he can think of to obtain Dao Le.

"Hmm? Something's up!"

Su Yanggang instructed Xiaoyu to hide the bag containing Dao Le, intending to bring it back to Shenzhou when the time was right, and then returned to the 352nd Regiment.

Seeing Xiaoyu fly back, Luo Pojun's eyes lit up, and he waved his hand, "Quick! Bring up Comrade Xiaoyu's spoils!"

As soon as he gave the order, Wei Han and several staff officers exchanged smiles, and one of them carried a large box to the table and neatly dumped the contents of the box onto the table!

The table was piled high with all sorts of things.

The food included various individual rations, as well as canned goods, biscuits, chocolate, coffee, and candy.

There were also quite a few small items, including harmonicas, guitars, playing cards, pens, watches, and lighters.

There were even three cameras.

Su Yang was somewhat moved, wondering if he had come to the battlefield or on vacation.

Sensing that Xiaoyu was starting to get restless, Su Yang didn't try to stop her.

Xiaoyu sensed Su Yang's thoughts, fluttered onto the table, and with a few quick pecks, opened a can of beef and began to devour it.

The entire 352nd Regiment was on high alert, ready for battle.

However, no large enemy force broke through the Y-junction until dawn.

They only wiped out a few small groups of puppet troops, numbering at most a hundred.

At daybreak, a communications unit from another brother unit came to the 352nd Regiment from further south to inquire about the situation.

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It was a unit of the 39th Army, and they were also carrying out infiltration missions, even further than the 352nd Regiment.

They launched a rapid 30-kilometer raid overnight, moving from the western front back to a position further behind the 352nd Regiment.

However, after waiting for several hours without seeing any enemy coming from the north, they finally sent someone to scout.

Luo Pojun said smugly to the scout, "Tell Old Zhang that this time I, Luo, had a bigger appetite, and he didn't even get a sip of soup. But don't worry, I'll treat him to drinks after we win!"

This statement carried a hint of boasting, but Commander Zhang and Luo Pojun had a life-or-death bond, so he probably wouldn't be angry.

"Buzz—!"

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"Chirp!"

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"boom-!

Daytime has arrived.

The entire battlefield immediately became the domain of the Lighthouse Army.

Perhaps because a lighthouse tank battalion was completely wiped out by the 352nd Regiment last night, enemy planes came to retaliate as soon as it was dawn.

Luo Pojun had anticipated this situation. The 352nd Regiment dug bunkers in the middle of the night, and all the soldiers in the regiment had scattered and taken shelter in the bunkers.

The entire regiment of officers hid in the largest bunker, listening to the sounds of more than a dozen fighter jets bombing overhead, and no one spoke.

Xiaoyu was right next to her, engrossed in eating and completely unaffected.

Luo Pojun and Political Commissar Sun exchanged a glance and both sighed.

The C-47 transport plane that Xiaoyu destroyed last night was the slowest aircraft the US military had on the Korean Peninsula.

Fighter jets such as the Sabre, Meteor, and Panther can reach maximum speeds of eight or nine hundred or even over a thousand kilometers per hour.

Even if Xiaoyu wanted to blow it up, she was powerless to do so.

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