The father of the sword is Kong Jie

Chapter 161 Guilty
The battle is over, logically speaking, it is indeed a big victory, and a lot of equipment and supplies can be captured in the stronghold.

But in the entire Ninth Company, from the company commander, the instructors, to the recruits, no one could see a smile on their faces.

This battle did not go as planned.

The casualties exceeded the estimates of company commander Zhu Wu and instructor Li Wenjie.

A small stronghold in the middle of the same road has not yet been built, and the defense system of the devils and puppet troops has not been completely completed at all.

One squad of devils, plus two squads of puppet soldiers.

In fact, in this battle, it was the devils of that squad who mainly exerted their combat effectiveness. The puppet army actually did not exert much combat effectiveness, at most they assisted in the battle and fired two shots.

With this awareness, there are still some puppet troops transferred from the security regiment.

If they resist desperately, if the stronghold falls, the Eighth Route Army will not keep them.

From this point of view, the strength of the Ninth Company is five or six times that of the devils, and it is still in the case of a sneak attack.

But what was the result?

The stronghold was taken down, the Ninth Company sacrificed a squad of soldiers, and more than 20 people were injured.

A platoon leader was reprimanding the soldiers who had temporarily retreated.

"What on earth are you thinking? The company commander didn't give an order. Who told you to retreat for me? Let me tell you, he is a deserter. Do you know that deserters will be shot immediately!"

"If you hadn't retreated suddenly, our sacrifice would not have been so great."

"The attack has reached the throat, and he will withdraw it for me. Is there such a fight?"

The soldiers who were retreating were scolded by the bloody sprinklers. Some recruits pointed to the soldiers of the national army who had surrendered beside them, and replied weakly, "Platoon leader, they took the lead in withdrawing first. The order to withdraw, that's why we retreated together!"

Everyone's eyes focused on the five or six national army soldiers who had surrendered.

A platoon leader said with a dark face, "Give me an explanation?"

Wang Gui, a well-respected member of the national army who surrendered, replied: "Report to the platoon leader, the devil's firepower is too fierce, and you will die if you rush forward, and the brothers also instinctively retreat to survive."

"Is there any reason to run away? Let me tell you, this is our Eighth Route Army, not your national army. The company commander didn't give an order. Even if he knows he is dead, he must go up to me!"

"But how can there be such a war? We obviously won." Wang Gui muttered.

A platoon leader scolded: "Win?"

"Yeah, didn't we take down the stronghold? We also wiped out a dozen devils and captured a dozen puppet soldiers!"

"Yes, it turned out to be winning, but is this what you want?" The platoon leader was very angry, stepped aside, and pointed at the bodies of the eleven soldiers restrained by the soldiers.

"This is what you want? Do you remember? Maybe just this morning, these comrades were standing in front of you, talking and laughing with you! What happened? Their lives will remain forever Here, it is because of your retreat, because of your cowardice! Because you think in your bones that as long as you can win the battle, sacrifice is indifferent, tell me, do you think so?"

Wang Gui stopped talking.

The soldiers who chose to retreat lowered their heads.

A veteran soldier rushed up angrily, and kicked Wang Gui in the stomach, "Damn it, you give back my brother's life!"

"What are you doing? Tie Zhu, what are you doing? Look at yourself, do you still look like a veteran? You are still the squad leader of the third squad! Is there anyone who takes the lead like you?"

The first platoon leader hurriedly stopped the third squad leader Tie Zhu and cursed.

Wang Gui also became a little angry, rubbing his stomach and cursing: "Yes, your Eighth Route Army's life is your life, so is the life of our national army not life? Among the brothers lying down, there are also brothers from our national army! What you say on weekdays is better than anything else. They are all comrades, regardless of you and me, but what about now? You still clearly distinguish between the National Army and the Eighth Route Army, isn’t it because you didn’t risk the firepower of the devils? Is it? Why are you putting the lives of these sacrificed brothers on Lao Tzu’s head?”

Angry Wang Gui infected the other national army soldiers who had surrendered. These national army soldiers looked like they were fighting against each other, and they all glared at the third squad leader viciously.

The situation tends to deteriorate.

The third squad leader didn't know what to say for a while, he didn't mean that, just because some soldiers of the third squad died, he was too sad, so he couldn't help losing his temper.

It's not going well right now.

Zhu Wu, commander of the Ninth Company, has a headache. He is very sad and angry now.

He has always been able to go up and scold him for this kind of thing, but now the two sides have a dispute, and he knows that his method may not work.

The instructor Li Wenjie strode over, his voice was very calm, and there was an undeniable meaning in the calm:
"Okay, there's room for quarreling. It's not suitable to stay here for a long time. If the quarrel continues, the devil's reinforcements will come over!"

"I know that you are grieving because of the sacrifice of the soldiers. Why don't I grieve?"

"The plan to attack the stronghold this time was made by me. The biggest culprit for the sacrifices of these comrades is me, the instructor. I did not take many factors into consideration before the action. As a result, many mistakes occurred during the action. !"

"And the quarrel in front of you is also the fault of my instructor."

"Don't look at me like that, and don't speak for me. I know it's my fault as an instructor!"

"The soldiers of the Ninth Company should be like family members. On the battlefield, they are brothers who can block bullets for each other at any time, but now, they have to be divided into the National Army and the Eighth Route Army. Is this not my negligence as an instructor? ?”

"In the face of the devil's artillery fire, who subconsciously does not want to dodge, who is really not afraid of death?"

"It's no wonder Wang Gui and the others. It's just that I didn't make it clear to Wang Gui and them in advance. If I told Wang Gui in advance that they could temporarily evacuate to the left and right when they encountered heavy enemy fire, and use the cover to hide. What about retreating, what about deserters, the company commander and the others, the firepower will not be blocked!"

Speaking of this, Li Wenjie blamed himself even more.

"As soon as the battle started, there was a problem with my link. The grenadier was not checked in advance, and one of them failed, and the other one, the smoke bomb was fired, and it missed the stronghold. Just for a while, The devil's shells fell, and several comrades were directly sacrificed on our side!"

"If it wasn't for my negligence as an instructor, how could we sacrifice so many comrades?"

"Comrades, Wang Gui, the third squad leader, and the first platoon leader, if you have any complaints or anger in your heart, you can scold me, I have no complaints!"

After Li Wenjie finished speaking, he looked at the eleven soldiers who had passed away forever, as if he was still joking with everyone yesterday, and he couldn't help crying.

Everyone was silent.

Many soldiers followed in tears.

In turn, Wang Gui comforted and said, "Instructor, I can't blame you for this. Who can predict the situation on the battlefield?"

A long line said: "That's right, the instructor behind you adjusted immediately, covered the stronghold with smoke bombs, and followed up with grenades. The artillery fire suppressed the machine guns, and our main force successfully launched the charge. "

"And the few shots the instructor used to kill the devil's machine gunner were absolutely perfect. Without the instructor, it would be a question of whether we could take down the stronghold!"

"that is!"

Even Zhu Wu, commander of the Ninth Company, smiled wryly and said, "Wenjie, if you blame yourself so much, I'll just shoot myself and apologize. How can I blame you for this accident? It should be blamed on me!"

Everyone was relieved in turn, Li Wenjie breathed a sigh of relief, forced a smile, and said:

"Okay, I understand everyone's wishes, merit is merit, and fault is fault. Regarding my fault, I will personally go to the regiment headquarters to plead guilty to the regiment leader."

"Everyone tidy up, the battlefield is cleaned up, and we are going to withdraw to the station in time. In addition, the reinforcements will notify us, and we don't know what's going on."

Zhu Wu hurriedly said: "The instructor is right. Don't make a sad face. No matter what, you have won the battle. Even the brothers who sacrificed will never want to see you all with a black face."

"Hurry up and clean up the battlefield. When you evacuate, blow up the devil's stronghold. The leader of the platoon, set up some booby traps and plant some landmines before leaving. Please come to the devil's reinforcements to try."

"Second platoon leader, watch out for our captives. Anyone who doesn't have eyes will be shot immediately."

"Yes!"

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(End of this chapter)