Chapter 76 That Year Kong Jie Was 31, Standing Like a Minion

After receiving Kong Jie's order, the soldiers of the first and second battalions acted quickly.

Some of the injured soldiers had been taken away by the medical staff in advance, and the lightly injured could stay in the regiment for treatment.

Although Huang He could get a ton of medicines through the system every month, the comrades were used to saving as much as possible, and the lightly injured basically had to bear it by themselves.

But the seriously injured could only be sent to the headquarters hospital. Kong Jie shuddered when he thought of the face of Dean Liu, as if the old doctor who had saved countless lives was more difficult to deal with than the elite of the devils.

Since the battle took place late at night, it brought some trouble to the soldiers who were cleaning the battlefield.

Although the soldiers' night blindness has improved to a certain extent, the efficiency at night is definitely not as high as during the day, not to mention the delicate work of mine clearance.

The main reason is that the minefield was messed up by the devils. Although the people of Yangcun rarely come to this cliff, they still have to clean it up just in case.

Otherwise, if some villagers are injured because of this, the comrades will regret it for life.

Just as Kong Jie was sitting on the parapet smoking his pipe to relieve fatigue, he saw two soldiers carrying a bloody wounded soldier on a stretcher in the distance.

This was almost the most seriously injured comrade in this battle. Even Kong Jie, the regiment commander, could not tell who was on the stretcher.

He put the pipe in place and trotted over. When he was about to ask, the seriously injured soldier suddenly spoke.

"Commander? Is it the commander? I didn't embarrass you, did I?"

As if he heard the sound made by the people around him, the seriously injured Zhou Xun slowly raised his left hand, fumbled for a moment and grabbed Kong Jie's wrist.

Feeling the opponent's strength, the soldier who was fearless in the past was so weak, which made him, the commander, extremely sad.

"Commander, our machine gun company killed several elite devils and shot down an artilleryman. The new machine gun was not damaged, but it was a pity that the bullets were used a little too much."

After hearing this, Kong Jie held Zhou Xun's left hand tightly with both hands.

"You are all great. Stop talking and take good care of your injuries. We will keep the position of company commander for you. Comrades will wait for you to come back and kill the enemy."

Watching the stretchers leave the battlefield, Kong Jie silently calculated the casualties tonight in his heart, but the specific data still needs to be reported by the two battalion commanders who are responsible for statistics.

Just after returning to his regiment command room, a soldier brought a full set of equipment of Yamamoto's special forces, as well as the old devil's officer's sword.

Although this elite enemy was completely wiped out, this was the first time Kong Jie observed their equipment up close.

First of all, protective gear.

A black steel helmet with a camouflage net that did not even reflect light in the moonlight. Kong Jie had never seen this style before, but he thought it was very similar to the Sandezi product that the Fruit Preserves Unit had equipped.

But if he showed it to Huang He, the other party would definitely recognize it as Sandezi's M38 paratrooper helmet at the first time. This is a classic model of the Green Devil. After the war, they once became precious collections in the hands of military fans.

The bulletproof vest made Kong Jie marvel a little, after all, this was the first time he had come into contact with something new.

Then came the weapons.

An MP38, the firepower of this gun was indeed very strong. Kong Jie was a little scared when he saw the Japanese shooting in the trench, but it was a pity that Yamamoto's special forces had no chance to show their skills.

A 20-shot revolver, a full set of three German weapons, which was reasonable. Good stuff, but the range of this gun was not as good as MP38, and the Japanese never fired a gun until they died.

A Finnish knife, with a smooth shape, exquisite materials, and exquisite craftsmanship. It is full of strong national style, and even Kong Jie, a rough man, can't let it go.

However, it is a bit strange that a Finnish product appears in a sea of ​​German weapons.

Finally, there is a set of carrying equipment that I have never seen before. There is nothing to say about this thing. The logistics department can almost customize it.

Kong Jie is very grateful to Huang He now. These individual equipment plus a variety of grenade launchers and melon grenades with ammunition are ready. If the independent regiment was attacked by them, it would really be a bullet for the bosses.

Just as he was about to play with Yamamoto's saber, the voice of the second battalion commander came from outside the door.

"Report!"

The first battalion commander was still leading his comrades to clear mines at this time, so the work of reporting naturally fell on the head of the second battalion commander.

"Commander, the casualties and disarmaments have all been counted! We are only a small loss now, and the problem is not big!"

"Read!"

The second battalion commander stood at attention. The battle in the middle of the night did not affect his mental state at all. He took a piece of paper and began to report.

"Two people died in the first battalion, three were seriously injured, and five were slightly injured. One person died in the second battalion, five were seriously injured, and three were slightly injured. A soldier in the reserve team fell down because he was too nervous and was slightly injured."

"There are 82 bodies of the Japanese, and 2 seriously injured prisoners."

"84 submachine guns were seized, some of which were damaged."

"84 twenty-shot revolvers, and a small number of them were also damaged."

"Two sniper rifles, one was damaged."

"Five grenade launchers."

"One radio communicator, intact!"

"The Japanese have been blasted away by artillery shells, and there are still a lot of submachine gun and pistol bullets left."

"All the seriously injured have been sent to the headquarters hospital. What do you think we should do with the bodies of the Japanese?"

Kong Jie was very satisfied with this casualty ratio. 1:4.4 This was something he never dared to think of before.

Just as he was thinking about how to report to the headquarters, there was another noise outside the door, and at the same time the phone on the table rang.

Kong Jie suddenly remembered that he had forgotten something very important. He picked up the phone cautiously, as if there was a man-eating beast there.

The deputy commander's voice came out from the phone, and anyone could tell that the boss was clearly upset.

"Kong Jie! What happened in Yangcun? Who was your independent regiment fighting just now? How is the battle going?"

After all, this place is only two kilometers away from Daxia Bay, and there were flares and mortar grenades. The headquarters side was alerted as soon as the battle started.

Since the whole regiment, except for the cooks and clerks, was on the battlefield, the command post was empty. The deputy commander made several calls but no one answered.

Now even the security regiment at the headquarters has been assembled and ready to go. If the battle had not ended, reinforcements would be coming soon.

Kong Jie had been thinking about the Yamamoto Special Forces these days, and he made a mistake that generals from the Fourth Front Army often make. He quickly reported to the Deputy Commander-in-Chief:

"We were attacked by Yamamoto's special agent team. The battle is now over and the independent regiment won a complete victory."

The deputy commander on the other end of the phone pondered for a moment and almost squeezed out a sentence from his throat.

"You did a good job. Come to the headquarters in person later to report the detailed battle situation."

After saying this, there was silence on the phone for thirty seconds. Kong Jie heard the sound of deep breathing coming from the other end of the phone, and he knew he was going to suffer.

"As a regimental commander, leading people to charge is simply against the rules and disciplines! It seems that you and the three battalion commanders have all gone to the front line, right?"

"What's wrong with the command center having no one at all? You can't even coordinate operations with the headquarters! If you don't use the phone, you can donate it to others!"

"I'm telling you Kong Jie! A regiment commander shoulders the strategic burden of a thousand people. If you take the lead in a charge again, just bring your head to the headquarters to raise horses!"

After being scolded, he quickly welcomed the correspondent at the door and copied a detailed battle report and gave it to the brigade commander.

Later, Kong Jie took the captured equipment and Zuoguan knife to the headquarters with the regiment transportation team.

That year Kong Jie was thirty-one and had just defeated his lifelong enemy Kazuki Yamamoto. In front of the deputy commander-in-chief, he stood like a minion.

The outfits and helmets of Yamamoto’s special agent team are my own guesses, and the shell gun and Finn knife are from the original novel.

Originally, they were supposed to carry light machine guns, but it was too heavy, so I didn't equip them.