Rise From Eight Hundred

Tang Dao did not rush to order the entire army to move the supplies immediately, but instead ordered the entire army to rest on the spot.

On the battlefield where the battle had just ended, all the officers and soldiers of the independent battalion sat on the ground around nearly a hundred bonfires that had been lit.

No wine, only meat.

Regardless of rank or military branch, each soldier was given two cans of canned food.

All of them were beef or fish cans seized from the Japanese army's baggage trucks. The Japanese army's logistics when they first landed on the Chinese battlefield were much stronger than in the future. The beef was all carefully selected beef chunks, and the canned fish were also large sea fish cut into pieces, not the small fish that would fool people in the future, and paired with white rice cooked by each squad with Japanese helmets hung upside down on the bonfire.

Even without wine, the soldiers who had just experienced a life-and-death battle were also eating happily.

Sweeping away the gloom on most people's faces after the previous Mouse Mountain Battle.

From a tactical point of view, the blocking battle was a victory, but watching the remains being carried off the battlefield, watching the two infantry companies finally become the brightest fireworks in the evening under their own artillery fire, all the soldiers actually felt an unspeakable anger in their hearts.

The victory that was won with countless lives they were familiar with was precious, but full of sadness...

But this time, it was very different.

They killed more than 2,000 Japanese soldiers, but the losses were so small that they themselves could not believe it.

According to the reports submitted by each company and summarized by the battalion staff, the entire army lost 53 people in this battle, 186 people were seriously injured, and 360 people were slightly injured. All casualties combined did not exceed 600 people.

In fact, this number is also somewhat exaggerated.

At least in the eyes of most people, many minor and serious injuries do not need to be included in this number.

For example, because of running too fast, he fell and his knee was scraped. It looked bloody, but in fact, applying soil ash on it did not affect the combat effectiveness at all. Even, there were soldiers like Potato, whose faces were covered with blood from branches, but they were considered lightly injured.

This was not because the soldiers were weak, but because the company commanders strictly followed Tang Dao's order to count. As long as there was bleeding, it was considered a light injury, even if it was just a scratch; as long as there was a bullet, no matter the arm or leg, it was considered a serious injury; if it were not for the battalion's light and serious injury subsidies, many people would probably deliberately conceal these minor injuries.

In fact, excluding the 53 people who died in the battle, there would never be more than 100 people who completely lost their combat effectiveness due to being hit by shrapnel or bullets.

In other words, in this ambush, whether it was the two small battlefields in front and behind the valley, or the main battlefield in the valley, the independent battalion actually achieved a battle loss ratio that could dazzle all the big guys.

1 to 16, a number that was enough to excite all the Chinese and make the Japanese look for cracks in the ground in shame.

After a great victory, they can eat big chunks of meat and big mouthfuls of food with their brothers who fought side by side and shared life and death, see the smiles on their faces, and listen to them bragging loudly about how awesome they are on the battlefield. These are the main reasons why the soldiers are so excited.

A miserable victory is acceptable, but no one likes a miserable victory!

However, as the highest commander of the independent battalion, Tang Dao chose to hide this number.

After receiving Zhuang Shisan's count of the number of soldiers with scratches as wounded, he frowned, took out the pen that Tan Tai Mingyue gave him and personally changed the first digit of the overall casualty figure to 9.

That means that when the independent battalion reports this battle to the army headquarters in the future, the battle loss ratio is close to 1 to 3. It is a great victory, but it does not show how amazing it is.

More importantly, this is data falsification, even if it is a falsification of the casualties of one's own side?

"Battalion commander, this..." Zhuang Shisan moved his lips to say something, but in the end he said nothing.

Having followed Tang Dao for such a long time, he has already understood Tang Dao's temper. If Tang Dao holds a meeting to listen to everyone's opinions, then everyone at the meeting will naturally speak freely, even if they disagree with Tang Dao, Tang Dao will not blame him, but if he has already decided on something, but still keeps talking on the side, I'm afraid this person will not be in a good mood.

Tang Dao lowered his head and continued to read the telegram that Zhuang Shisan was going to report to the headquarters of the 145th Division.

In the firelight, the shadow formed by the steel helmet blocked Tang Dao's face, and no one knew what he was thinking.

In fact, what is democracy and what is centralization, Tang Dao has been trying to explore and try, trying to control it to a degree that he and all his subordinates can accept. Being too arbitrary will make mistakes, but if all decisions are left to everyone to discuss, it is not only too idealistic, but in this wartime, it can only reduce the execution efficiency, and Tang Dao, as a soldier, will not be dizzy.

At present, it seems that Tang Dao, who was the commander of thousands of people for the first time in his past and present lives, did a good job. He was the one who decided the strategy and tactics at the main moment, ensuring the efficiency of execution. He gave the unimportant matters to his subordinates so that they had the opportunity to speak and increase cohesion.

Just like now, Zhuang Shisan knew that he was tampering with the data to fool the big guys who were far away from the battlefield, but he chose to obey in the end.

Tang Dao was very satisfied with this.

However, this was only one of the reasons.

Zhuang Shisan didn't know that this was actually Tang Dao's last test for him. If this person who had a little bit of disloyalty or was hypocritical raised an objection to this, Tang Dao would let him, the lieutenant colonel chief of staff, get out without waiting for Jiangbei.

With his relationship with the 43rd Army, he only needed to send a telegram, and this colonel who was the battalion commander of the Songjiang Security Corps would be transferred to the 43rd Army headquarters for use. It was not new for a military headquarters to be equipped with a lieutenant colonel or even a colonel-level senior staff officer.

After this battle, the independent battalion will withdraw to Jiangbei and escort hundreds of young students to the north, and will be separated from that person from then on. People's hearts are complicated. Tang Dao will never underestimate people's hearts and human nature. While ensuring that the officers and soldiers will not have second thoughts, he must first ensure that the backbones around him will not do anything weird.

Zhuang Shisan, the battalion chief of staff from the Songjiang Security Corps, wanted to make a suggestion but finally gave up, which was in line with Tang Dao's needs for him.

You know, data falsification, especially on the battlefield, is a serious crime. The lieutenant colonel chief of staff of the army who must sign the telegram stood firmly with him after a brief hesitation.

In the future, when he heard that he had to stand with that unit, there might be a great chance that he would choose to obey the order.

But Tang Dao chose to falsify data against the superiors at all levels and test himself as the chief of staff again, which was not the most important thing.

He also has two deputy battalion commanders.

Guo Shouzhi was slightly surprised at Tang Dao's decision, and then he understood it and showed his approval on his face.

‘The battalion commander is planning to completely swallow up the Sichuan Army Corps. With such heavy casualties, even the commander of the 145th Division cannot take back the more than 1,000 people who were temporarily merged into the independent battalion!’ Guo Shouzhi thought so, of course there was nothing wrong.

Guo Shouzhi, who had been in the old army for many years, had seen countless times the method of falsely reporting the number of soldiers and the officers eating empty salaries. Tang Dao just did the opposite and swallowed up a part of the Sichuan Army.

In this kind of war, it is the kingly way to strive to strengthen oneself. At least if the devil wants to attack the independent battalion, it is definitely not possible without an infantry regiment.

This is because Guo Shouzhi does not know Tang Dao well enough.

Perhaps, Lei Xiong, who raised his eyebrows slightly and then calmed down, could guess Tang Dao’s true intentions.

Tang Dao is hiding his shortcomings!

Yes, ‘A tree that stands out in the forest will be destroyed by the wind’, the ancient teachings left by the Chinese ancestors are all wisdom of life.

Especially at this time, an army with such outstanding combat effectiveness will inevitably be favored by the big guys.

The result that he was looking at at this time must be to be transferred to the Jinling battlefield.

It's not that Tang Dao was afraid of death. If he could reverse the situation and avoid the heart-wrenching massacre, let alone these two thousand people, even if it was 20,000, Tang Dao would not hesitate to take them to the fire.

However, the ruts of history are stubborn and chilling. Tang Dao, the little butterfly that traveled through time and space, has tried his best to collide with it. He fought in Sihang, Songjiang, Jiashan, and Guangde. That time he didn't hope to exchange sacrifice for a little change.

However, no matter how he and the brave Chinese soldiers sacrificed, how they killed the Japanese invaders in front of them, they still looked at the overlap of historical ruts in despair.

Jinling at this time, as in the past time and space, was besieged by Japanese invaders and was about to become a cemetery.

In ancient times, there was Jing Ke, who knew that it was impossible to do it but did it, and became a hero who would never return.

If he was alone, Tang Dao would also be willing to be such an assassin, guarding that city and that group of people alone.

But he is not. He is a soldier. He is already a commander of thousands of troops. Knowing that he will die, he still wants to take thousands of elite soldiers who can kill more Japanese invaders to the cemetery. That is not a hero, that is stupid.

This is not a local war, but a national war, a long-lasting national war that tests the endurance of both sides. Let alone elite soldiers, even the most ordinary rifle will become a part of endurance. China, with its weak national strength, can only drag the war to the stalemate stage and finally win this stalemate "tug of war" with the land area and huge population potential that the Japanese cannot imagine.

Sending elite soldiers to the cemetery because of their courage is stupid to make "the relatives sad and the enemies happy".

For the final victory, Tang Dao must let this elite soldier survive.

Tang Dao believes that in the future battlefield, these 2,000 people will definitely kill ten times more Japanese invaders and become part of the battle that requires incomparable "endurance".

Handing the completely revised draft to Zhuang Shisan, Tang Dao and Lei Xiong, whose faces are half blocked by the shadow of the hat brim, look at each other and smile.

As expected, he is an old friend from the Four Elements Battle. Tang Dao doesn’t need to explain much, he knows it and he understands it!