Chapter 103 Please Add to Collection

In the temporary headquarters of the 7th Japanese Infantry Regiment, time seemed to have suddenly stopped. The originally noisy headquarters suddenly became silent. The silence was a bit scary. The generals stood in their own positions and even forgot to breathe. .

The dim oil lamp reflected on the motionless faces of the Japanese people inside, making them look erratic, flickering in and out.

The signal soldier was lying on the ground and did not dare to move. The other soldiers inside lowered their heads for fear that Sanhao Chengxing would anger them.

In the middle of the headquarters, Miyoshi Chengxing and a group of Japanese staff members around the table all looked ashen, as if they were defeated.

Miyoshi Nariyuki, who had been standing and directing the battle all night, seemed to have been drained of all his strength, and suddenly fell weakly on the chair.

It was as if he was asking the surrounding staff, and he was also asking himself: "Why, why did the success fail? It was almost, almost, Wei Jichen would fall into my hands."

The surrounding staff officers all looked ashamed. Some of them moved their mouths, but they didn't know what to say.

After a long time, a staff officer next to him saw that Sanhao was still in despair, so he could only console him: "Your Excellency, Colonel, it is only because of Yijun's timely rescue that our army allowed Wei Jichen and others to escape."

The mood of these staff officers was the same as that of Sanhao Chengxing. When they saw that Wei Zijun was trapped to death, they immediately came to gather and annihilate them. Unexpectedly, man was not as good as God, and one army was missing.

"Yijun! What the hell is this guy Masaru Sato doing!" Even if the staff officer didn't say it, Miyoshi became furious as soon as he said it, and his original frustration turned into anger.

Wei Zijun's attack was weak, and San Hao Chengxing was already waiting for the 19th Regiment to come up and encircle him. Seeing that the duck was about to be cooked, he thought it would fly away in the end. You can imagine the gap in his heart.

"Definitely, definitely send him to the empire's military court." Miyoshi Chengxing clenched his hand into a fist and slammed the table hard, saying bitterly.

The 17th Regiment is temporarily stationed. Sato Masaru, who Miyoshi Nariyuki wanted to send to a military court, also looked like he wanted to commit suicide by caesarean section.

Sato picked up the book Sun Tzu's Art of War on the table and tore it into pieces with regret.

Ma Jinxu's Yi army had been retreating out of the city for several hours, until Guitaro sent someone to send news that Wei Zijun was retreating and asked him to pay attention to the movements of the army in the city.

It was not until then that Sato Masagi connected the various signs and hurriedly sent soldiers into the city to investigate. Finally, he learned that all the troops in the city had deserted the city, leaving only an old dog at the gate of the city walking back and forth as if there was no one around. Ridiculing Sato Masaru for his ignorance, shallowness, and pretentiousness.

Just as Sato Masaru's army was about to launch a pursuit, he received news from Katsura Taro that Wei Zijun had broken through his encirclement, and it was Yijun in the city who came to respond, and Wei Zijun escaped.

Sato Masaru's regret can't be extinguished even if he pours all the water from three rivers.

Captain Zheng Shizhen saw Sato Zheng's expression of shame and couldn't help but sighed, walked up to him and hugged him gently, patting his back to comfort him.

At this time, it was already dawning. After the defenders of Yushu Fort escaped, Wei Jichen was afraid that the Japanese would pursue them, so he ran to the three-way intersection without stopping and quickly ran to meet Ma Jinxu, and then fled to Haicheng in a hurry.

Wei Jichen didn't know that the 5th Brigade suffered more heavy losses than he imagined and had no energy left to pursue. If Sato Masaru's 17th Brigade had not maintained great combat effectiveness, Katsura Taro would have thought about retreating.

After dawn, Katsura Taro and Osako Naotoshi ordered the sergeants to clean the battlefield and collect the corpses of their own soldiers. As for the corpses of the Chinese soldiers, the Japanese were of course not so kind to bury them and abandoned them in the wild at will, serving as food for wild beasts.

Then the two counted the number of people and calculated the casualties and losses. They found that except for the 17th Wing, which had few casualties, the 7th Wing and the 19th Wing both suffered more than half of the casualties.

Mihaoshi's 7th Infantry Regiment was completely crippled. About 600 people were killed, and even more were injured. Almost everyone was injured, and more than 600 people lost their combat effectiveness. You must know that the 7th Regiment had a total of There are only two thousand people here.

Needless to say, the 19th Regiment suffered two-thirds of its losses including casualties in the previous days. Only about 500 of the more than 2,000-strong Regiment could still fight, and more than 1,000 people were killed. , the rest are disabled people lying on the ground and unable to get up.

After Katsura Taro saw the report on the casualties of the soldiers, he remained silent for a long time. It took a long time before he spoke up and said to Osako Shoatoshi: "If you let the tiger go back to the mountain, you will end up in trouble."

Osako Shangmin nodded and said: "Wei Jichen is invincible and can only be outmaneuvered. It is better to report it to the headquarters and let the headquarters formulate a detailed plan to deal with him."

"That's how it should be!" Katsura said with a sigh.

Guitaro was thinking about how to kill Wei Jichen, and Wei Jichen was also thinking about killing him.

After joining Ma Jinxu's army, Wei Jichen had time to count his troops. This count was a huge blow to Wei Jichen.

The defenders of Yushu Fort, including the Yijun battalion from Ma Yucuo, only had 700 people left, Wei Zijun had about 500 people left, and Ma Yucuo still had 200 people.

Five hundred people, that's all the non-combatants left including the captains and cooks. Monk Xiao died in the battle, Cheng Bushi died in the battle, and ten other sentry officers, big and small, and even commanders died in the battle. Several men and almost all the junior officers were lost.

Wei Jichen looked haggard. He kept a sullen face and said nothing. The murderous aura emanating from his body made even his own people afraid to get too close.

Wei Jichen has completely taken Feng Sheng'a to heart. Wei Jichen is not a kind person, nor is he a generous and open-minded person who will smile when others slap him.

He is the kind of person who will take revenge when he has a grudge and complain when he has a grievance. He will not offend others if they do not offend him, but if they do, he will offend them. Otherwise, he would not have killed the nobleman who killed his sister in modern times.

"Brother, drink some water." Nie Cairong carefully brought a handful of water with a worried look on her face and put it to Wei Jichen's lips.

During the march, only Nie Cairong still spoke to him from time to time without respect or fear.

Wei Jichen turned his head and drank a small sip. Nie Cairong took out a silk scarf from her arms, dipped it in water, and gently wiped the dust and blood off Wei Jichen's face.

Then he tidied up the corner of Wei Jichen's clothes. When the two soldiers carrying the stretcher saw this scene, their expressions became extremely strange.

I couldn't help but imagine that this Nie was white and tender, and it turned out to be a rabbit. I just didn't expect that Lord Wei also had this hobby. Alas, heroes are hard to resist handsome men.

If Wei Jichen, who was lying on the top, knew that the two soldiers carrying the stretcher thought so, he would definitely punish them to sleep together for a night.

Not only the two soldiers thought so, even Wang Shizhen, even the simple-minded Hu Zi, Meng Zi and others also noticed something wrong. The actions and expressions that Nie Cairong showed in the past two days were not like what a man should have towards another man.

When they met again that day, the generals thought that Nie Cairong had such a big reaction because she was too surprised.

But now that the danger is gone, Nie Cairong is still the same. This is a bit interesting. If everyone didn't know that the two had never been alone together at night, they couldn't help but think about where they were going.

Wei Jichen glanced at the faces of the soldiers around him and immediately noticed their strange expressions. He thought about it and understood what was going on.

"Rongcai, if you hadn't led the troops to rescue me this time, I would have been doomed." Wei Jichen said hoarsely.

When Nie Cairong heard Wei Jichen's words, she really forgot her movements, put away the silk scarf, put it in her arms, smiled like a flower, and then immediately restrained her smile and said seriously: "They are all trivial matters, not worth mentioning."

That expression was like you are praising me as much as you can.

Wei Jichen smiled secretly and felt much better. His "good brother" was still a child who had not grown up.

"By the way." Wei Jichen moved his body, and then said softly: "Brother, I don't know your full name yet. I was in a hurry last time and forgot to ask. This time I can't leave any regrets."

Wei Jichen emphasized the word "brother" very much, and Nie Cairong understood what he meant as soon as he heard it.

"Stupid!" Nie Cairong first scolded softly, and said: "I don't know how many times I have said it in front of you, brother. It's you who don't pay attention and don't care about me."

Nie Cairong raised her mouth, and her face swelled into two buns, looking angry.

"Is there?" Wei Jichen was stubborn and refused to admit it.

"What do you mean by no? I told you my real name when I swore brotherhood with you." Nie Cairong was like an angry little tigress, showing two small tiger teeth, staring at Wei Jichen fiercely.

"So beautiful!" Wei Jichen rolled his eyes and did not argue with her. He knew that arguing with a woman would never have any results, so it would be better to take a different approach and break through from the side.

Sure enough, Nie Cairong, who was originally a little angry, immediately blushed when she heard these two words, and she dared not stare at Wei Jichen with her beautiful eyes.

Just when Wei Jichen was about to forget what happened just now, Nie Cairong, who was walking beside him, suddenly pointed to the two small words embroidered on the lower right corner of the scarf in her hand and said in a voice as thin as a mosquito: "Nie Cairong!"

After that, Nie Cairong fled from Wei Jichen's side like a fly, leaving Wei Jichen, who was used to seeing Nie Cairong's carefreeness, dumbfounded.

This is just a name, is it necessary to be so shy? At this time, he realized that Nie Cairong also had a lot of little girl's attitude.

"Nie Cairong? Nie Rongcai, Nie Cairong!" Wei Jichen silently recited these two names with a smile and tears. Such an opportunistic name, why didn't he think more about it.