The number of soldiers in the security regiment was heartbroken. Now there were 30 less, so no one felt uncomfortable. Especially the number of soldiers in the Guard Company was even worse. Even if it was the Second Guard Company, that would be the same!

Because whether emotionally or in other aspects, the soldiers of the guard company are the elites of the security team and the team closest to Hu Yizhou.

Like the Special War Reconnaissance Company, Hu Yizhou was able to call out the names of every soldier in the guard company, know where their home is, who else is in the family, and what wishes it has.

"Master Dao, including the wounded people in Shexian, there are more than 50 casualties, and they are all our elites. It's just the beginning. Do you think I'm too aggressive this time?" Hu Yizhou said to Chen Beixuan who had finished reciting the scriptures.

"Captain, you just value life and death too much. You should know that the casualties of the soldiers are exchanged for the deaths of the Japanese invaders who are several times more than they are. Brothers are worth it!"

"I believe that their heroic spirits in the sky will not blame you! They will also turn into war souls on the Hero Soul Mountain, into a piece of dragon scales on the totem of our Chinese nation, and forever protect our nation and defend our country!"

"Just as you sang in "Heroes' Hymns", their heroic souls will turn into shining stars and illuminate our future forever!"

Speaking of which, Master Dao felt uncomfortable, even monks. But at this moment, Master Dao still had to enlighten Hu Yizhou.

"Besides, no one expected what happened tonight. The soldiers also showed their heroic side, and did not feel ashamed of the title of Guard Company, and did not disappoint your usual training and efforts!"

"Master Dao, I understand that this is war, and there will always be sacrifices! I just feel a little uncomfortable, just let me slow down! Another thing that makes me wonder, that is, where did this group of Japanese soldiers come from? What are they going to do? Who is the target of the combat target?"

"I think it's impossible for such a group of Japanese soldiers to come over so far away to find trouble for our guard company, right?" Hu Yizhou said.

"I didn't expect this, but I can ask the intelligence personnel to check it out. Also, the communications soldier, call the second company commander and ask him to be careful when cleaning the battlefield and not let go of any items on the Japanese!" Master Dao shouted to the communications soldier.

"Yes!" The correspondent picked up the phone.

"Tell me something to Sun Dali and let him..." Hu Yizhou added.

"I understand! Hey, I am the regiment headquarters, the second company commander? The regiment commander said..."

Seeing the communications soldier calling there, Hu Yizhou remembered what Daoist said just now.

"Perhaps, in the future, the heroic souls of my Jiuzhai Security Group will be condensed on those five golden five-pointed stars..." Hu Yizhou thought.

The long dark night will eventually pass. When the next day it was dim, more than 30 soldiers from the Second Guard Company walked out of the bridgehead of Zhaodian Muqiao and walked towards the Japanese in the open land of the river.

They were going to finish the attack on the Japanese, clean up the battlefield, and cut off some of the Japanese's heads for sacrifices to their comrades.

The soldiers walked calmly and had a steady pace, and were not worried about being shot by the injured Japanese. Because the current lighting conditions can see the scenery in the distance, the snipers, machine gunners and precision shooters of the Second Company can already alert the soldiers who finished the shooting.

"Buzz buzz..." What arrived before the soldiers were flies that flies from somewhere. These flies were flying in groups on the corpses of the Japanese, and some of them fell directly on the Japanese, giving birth to their descendants.

As the soldiers approached, the flies were frightened and flew up but were unwilling to leave. They just flew over the soldiers annoyingly.

"Puchi, puchi..." The soldiers ignored the flies and only had the Japanese in their eyes. No matter how alive they were, they would go up and make up for a few or two swords whenever they saw the Japanese falling on the ground.

"Bang...bang..." Scattered gunshots echoed in the valley, and the soldiers cleared the suspicious targets.

Soon, the bodies of more than 100 militiamen closest to the bridgehead were repaired one by one.

Then, soldiers crossed the fire blockade belt blown out by the artillery in front, crossed the pile of incomplete Japanese corpses on both sides of the blockade belt, continued to search for Japanese in the wilderness, and then continued to finish the attack...

Of course, there were a few who were carefully found some of the complete ones in the pile of flies and incomplete piles of corpses, and they also poked them with bayonets.

"One, two, three... Damn, what's the count?" Some soldiers were finishing the shooting, and some soldiers were bored in the bridgehead, so they simply counted the number of Japanese devils, but as they counted, they were counted wrongly.

"Puchi, puchi..." The last Japanese man was stabbed twice in the chest and finished the final attack.

"Report to the platoon leader, the final blow is over!" The soldier reported to Zhang Yihe who came over to finish the blow himself.

"Then carry the Japanese corpse back and let's search the bridge before talking!" Zhang Yihe said in a cold voice without expression.

Soon, the soldiers worked together to carry the Japanese corpses from the open space and place them neatly on the bridgehead. But there were too many Japanese, and it took a long time to carry them over.

"The snipers continue to be alert. Squad 1 goes to dig a hole, and Squad 2 and 3 goes to help! The heavy machine gun squad, except for the chief and deputy shooter, go to search for things! Remember, don't leave any cloth on the Japanese!" Squad leader Hu Zhao gave the order.

"Yes!" A soldier immediately left the bunker and went to help the brothers in the third row.

Zhang Yihe also heard Hu Zhao's order. He did not speak, but looked up at Hu Zhao and continued to carry the Japanese's corpse.

Hu Zhao didn't say much. He could understand Zhang Yihe's mood very much, because no matter who has lost so many people at once, he felt very uncomfortable. Although there were few people in his row, it was because he was injured or temporarily transferred to the first company, which was different from this.

"This is really a Chinese!" The voice of the dog came.

"You little kid are so hard, you have lost half of your hands. Why don't you recover from your injuries in the back? Why do you come here to do it?" The deputy of Class 9's voice was stern and caring.

"Hehe, squad leader. I bet with Tongban. Tongban said that the one he killed was a Chinese. I don't believe it, so I came over and took a look!" Gouzi said with a smile, as if he didn't go again because he was missing half of his palm.
Chapter completed!