20demayo Chapter 11 Upgrading from a slingshot to a cannon
Chapter 11 Upgrading from a slingshot to a cannon
Not long after, Yang finished the last bit of his cigarette and heard footsteps outside.
"Company Commander, the Japanese have been basically wiped out." Chen Xiaoquan, usually very calm, said with some excitement.
Yang Zheng walked out, nodded, and ordered, "Clean up the battlefield. Collect all usable weapons and ammunition. Gather the Japanese corpses together and burn them all later. Also..."
Yang Zheng paused for a moment, then continued, "Gather the remains of the soldiers, bury them together, and erect a tombstone. Make sure to write down the names accurately and send them to the regimental headquarters later."
As for the injured comrades, Chen Xiaoquan and his team had already begun arranging treatment without him even having to say it; this was the highest priority.
"Understood, Company Commander!" Chen Xiaoquan nodded in agreement and quickly made the arrangements.
After this battle, his soul points and flesh resources will definitely skyrocket, and his strength in the Eighth Route Army will undergo a transformation.
Yang Zheng quietly pondered for a while, while also trying to remove the images of the soldiers' sacrifices from his mind.
He could not be afraid of sacrificing himself and thus hesitate to issue orders to fight the Japanese.
Half an hour later, Yang Zheng finally overcame his inner demons and strengthened his determination to resist the Japanese invasion. He then stepped out of the company headquarters.
The entire Changning Village was filled with an atmosphere of excitement. While the casualties were certainly sad, they were also commonplace.
In contrast, the annihilation of an entire Japanese unit made them even happier.
This means that they not only dealt a blow to the Japanese army's manpower, but also that their weapons and ammunition could be upgraded, allowing them to kill even more Japanese soldiers next time.
"What a pity, that Type 38 rifle was destroyed in the bombing!!"
"Those Japanese soldiers are so rich! They carry 108 rounds of ammunition with them! Amazing, so incredibly rich!"
"You're right! We got quite a few Type 38 rifles today, I should be able to get one! I wonder how many bullets I'll get, 20 rounds would be great!"
"Look at you, so pathetic! You should have taken at least 25 shots!"
"You're a spineless coward too. Listen to me, at least 30 rounds each!"
"Inhale... Hit! 30 shots, hit!! That was a perfect hit!!"
"You spendthrift! Who threw a grenade next to the Japanese light machine gun? It's such a good light machine gun! Which bastard is it? Step forward and let me kick it!"
Yang Zheng walked closer and saw Zhao Dahu hopping around, cursing and swearing, as if everyone owed him a light machine gun.
But upon seeing Yang Zheng, his expression immediately changed, quickly transforming into a fawning smile as he ran to Yang Zheng's side.
"Hehe! Company Commander, you're amazing! A brilliant strategy! The Japanese didn't even have time to react before we wiped them all out!"
This flattery was extremely blatant, and Yang Zheng said irritably, "Damn it, don't give me that crap, just spit it out!"
"Hehe! Company Commander, we just checked these light machine guns, and we captured two more...hehe...hehe..." Zhao Dahu kept fawning.
Yang Zheng shook his head and said, "One rifle each for the first and second platoons!"
"Company commander, Platoon Leader Chen said that their platoon doesn't need light machine guns for the time being, so they can give us both!" Zhao Dahu said nonchalantly.
However, he clearly didn't see that behind him, Chen Xiaoquan's face had turned completely dark.
"You son of a bitch, Zhao Dahu!" Chen Xiaoquan kicked him in the butt.
Zhao Dahu was caught off guard and got kicked squarely. He screamed, turned around, and covered his buttocks, feeling a little embarrassed.
"Hey, platoon leader, the east side isn't finished cleaning yet, I'll go take a look!" With that, he ran off.
Yang Zheng watched them joking around, a smile on his face.
Chen Xiaoquan approached Yang Zheng and reported, "Company Commander, the casualty statistics are in. The first platoon suffered 8 killed, 3 seriously wounded, and 5 slightly wounded. The second platoon suffered 4 killed, 6 seriously wounded, and 7 slightly wounded. The broadsword squad suffered 4 slightly wounded."
The first platoon suffered the most casualties, but that was because of their mission to lure the enemy. Overall, the Eighth Company paid the price of 37 casualties to annihilate 54 Japanese soldiers.
Chen Xiaoquan continued, "The wounded comrades have been given priority for treatment, and some first-aid supplies have been seized from the Japanese and used immediately."
Yang Zheng nodded and said, "Following the old rules, arrange for someone to take care of them 24 hours a day."
"Understood!" Chen Xiaoquan nodded emphatically.
At that moment, Li Dachui walked over, covered in blood, and shouted, "Company Commander, I killed three Japanese soldiers!"
Yang Zheng looked him over carefully and saw that he had no signs of injury, so he couldn't help but give him a thumbs up.
Then Li Dachui said, "Company Commander, collect all those damaged guns and send them to my blacksmith shop! I'll melt them down and use them to forge broadswords."
Yang Zheng considered it for a moment and nodded in agreement, but in his heart he was thinking that he had to go to the railway and plunder some of the Japanese steel rails to use as raw materials for the blacksmith to make weapons.
Yang Zheng then went to check on the wounded comrades, comforting those who were seriously injured, and then looked at the soldiers who had suffered minor injuries but had only received simple bandaging before happily continuing to clean up the battlefield.
Chen Xiaoquan also submitted the report on killing the ghost to Yang Zheng shortly afterward.
The battle was fought as a team effort by the entire Eighth Company, and the honor of victory belongs to all the soldiers of the Eighth Company. However, the number of enemies killed is a reflection of each soldier's individual ability.
To Yang Zheng's delight, the Big Sword Team, on which he had placed high hopes, did not disappoint him. The leader, Luo Dashan, had killed the most enemies, not only taking down four Japanese soldiers but also beheading a Japanese lieutenant.
The other seven warriors, due to their strength and skillful swordsmanship, also performed brilliantly in the battle, all with kill records, ranging from one to three kills. Together, the seven of them beheaded a total of 13 heads.
Adding in Luo Dashan's and Li Dachui's achievements, the nine summoners killed a total of 21 Japanese soldiers, which is 38% of the total number of Japanese soldiers, truly outstanding.
Of course, it wasn't because the other soldiers were weak, but because they were experts in close combat and had excellent physical abilities.
Before long, the entire battlefield was cleaned up, and all the spoils were tallied.
"Company Commander, in this battle we captured 2 Type 96 pistols, 1535 rounds of ammunition, 45 hand grenades, 31 Type 38 rifles, 3259 rounds of rifle ammunition, and one Type 94 pistol..."
Chen Xiaoquan gave a detailed report, listing each item of supplies clearly, including weapons and ammunition, military uniforms and helmets, and dry rations and medicine.
Yang Zheng, along with Zhao Dahu and Luo Dashan who were listening in, were overjoyed. Zhao Dahu's smile was so wide it almost reached his ears.
Because these spoils meant that his second platoon was about to be upgraded with new weapons, and their combat effectiveness would increase rather than decrease.
At this moment, Yang Zheng was actually most concerned about how many soul points and flesh resources he could obtain after burning the Japanese soldiers' corpses.
The bodies had been slowly dragged by the soldiers to an open space 3 kilometers outside the village.