The puppet army had no intention of fighting, and under the herd mentality, the entire defense line of the puppet army was completely messed up by the eight-pronged counterattack when the supervising opponent took the lead to escape.

Even Li Jianfeng was a little confused. He was fighting well before and even had an advantage, but the situation took a turn for the worse and he was defeated inexplicably.

Because the puppet army was self-defeating, they escaped relatively quickly. The entire army was not completely destroyed, but many were captured and scattered.

There are also some people who did not want to be puppet soldiers in the first place, but just took advantage of the cover of night to escape without a trace and became deserters.

Li Jianfeng finally understood that he really couldn't fight with the Eighth Route Army at night. The coordination ability of his troops was too poor, and it would easily lead to big troubles once they lost control.

Before he could do anything, he lost almost two battalions of troops. He was so angry that he almost got angry. Although he was upset about the loss of soldiers and generals, he was also relieved a lot.

The Eighth Route Army counterattacked twice. Although it cost him a lot of troops and made people angry, this fighting method was in line with the Eighth Route Army style he expected.

In the previous night battle, he had not gained nothing. After his careful observation, he found that although his losses were great, the losses of the Eighth Route Army were also not small.

In addition to the losses caused by Wang Zhengyi's previous attack on the Eighth Route Army, the remaining strength of the Eighth Route Army was limited.

Moreover, he also saw the price paid by the Eighth Route Army in launching a counterattack. Based on the previous battle situation and intelligence from all parties, he could also conclude that the Eighth Route Army had exhausted all its strength.

As for the Eighth Route Army's remaining troops and combat power, Li Jianfeng was confident that the Eighth Route Army's stamina was insufficient, and now he could defeat the Eighth Route Army's insufficient strength as long as he faced the Eighth Route Army in an open and direct battle.

So now, the most important thing is to prevent the Eighth Route Army from carrying out sneak attacks or breaking out at night. The Eighth Route Army hopes to play this trick the most.

After withdrawing his troops, Li Jianfeng discussed the next battle plan with his confidants. He also had to improve military discipline and deter those who were sneaky and cunning on the battlefield.

He could finally see that the overall combat strength of his troops was no weaker than that of the Eighth Route Army, but it always collapsed inexplicably at critical moments.

In order to avoid a recurrence of the past, Li Jianfeng did not hesitate at all and raised the butcher's knife high to maintain military discipline.

But this guy was playing tricks even at this moment. Because of the large number of puppet army officers and soldiers who came back, it was impossible to cut them all in public.

He can only use the most primitive drawing system, and the unlucky ones drawn out will naturally not be his confidants. What he wants is to kill the chickens to scare the monkeys, so as to achieve the purpose of imposing orders and prohibitions.

As the size of the army expands, his control over the army is weakening. At this time, if he kills his old brother, wouldn't it be heartbreaking? Who else can he rely on to control the army? Such stupidity

Of course he wouldn't do it.

Therefore, Li Jianfeng showed no mercy when he came to murderous people, but among the Anxi people he killed, none of them were his confidants.

Li Jianfeng naturally knew that what he was doing would make some people even more alienated, but he also knew that his confidants were his real team members in this troubled world. It would be easy to kill him, but it would be difficult to cultivate another one.

It's not that easy anymore.

So he hesitated for a long time, and finally chose to treat them differently, and spared all his confidants and officers in the supervising team. At most, he would be whipped and have his military pay deducted for a few months.

All the puppet army officers, except those close to Li Jianfeng, felt timid when they saw him being punished like this. They were even more chilled when they saw their colleagues being executed.

The first ones to escape were the people who were supervising the battle team, and then his close senior officers. But in the end, none of them escaped. At most, they only received officers and whips. On the contrary, other innocent company and platoon-level officers and soldiers were unlucky to be dragged away.

I came out to make up the numbers and lost my head.

Look at these people who were executed. They were all people who joined the puppet army after being captured. He showed no mercy at all with his murderous intent.

But his method of classifying his subordinates into three, six or nine grades without asking about the main culprit, distinguishing between internal and external, how can he prevent his subordinates from becoming disloyal?

However, Li Jianfeng couldn't care so much. Since the cohesion of his unit was far from being formed, he could only use this strong and bloody method to unite and deal with the coming battle.

As for the influence and disadvantages left at this time, they can be slowly eliminated in the future. Now he is short of manpower. When he has enough people who are sincerely committed, he does not expect anything from these disloyal guys, and they will be replaced sooner or later.

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So overall, their dissatisfaction with him actually doesn't have much impact, because he only needs these guys to be honest and obedient for now.

Li Jianfeng was busy improving military discipline and preparing for another possible night attack by the Eighth Route Army, and formulating a daytime battle plan for the next day.

Zhang Yunfei, who had won this night attack, felt equally heavy. The price paid for such a counterattack and strong attack was not light.

Almost one-third of the soldiers were killed. Two company commanders, Ma Damao, was seriously injured and had been carried off. Guo Yongqiang was also injured, but it was only a minor injury from splinters.

This time the agents fought the main attack, and their company suffered the most casualties. The instructor and deputy company commander of the agent company also died. The cadres of the Eighth Route Army all took the lead, and the squad and platoon leaders suffered even more casualties. There was no one alive who was not with them.

hurt.

This kind of head-to-head battle, with their firepower configuration, is almost as good as a life-and-death battle.

His two elite companies were almost half disabled after such a battle.

The slopes of the small hills were covered with the remains of fallen soldiers. The few wounded, some of whom had been injured, had begun to evacuate one after another with the assistance of local militiamen.

Seeing the corpses scattered all over the mountains and plains, Zhang Yunfei took a deep breath and squinted into Feng Sha's somewhat sad eyes.

The sacrificed soldiers were all shot in the chest. When they died, they were still fighting forward. Facing the enemy's hail of bullets, none of them flinched. They all fell on the way to charge, or fell in hand-to-hand combat with the enemy.

on the battlefield.

They were all the most heroic warriors, and not one of them was beaten to death by the enemy from behind while escaping.

These are our own soldiers. They suffer from hunger, lack of clothing and medicine, but they have never been defeated by these difficulties.

They still fought bravely, even if they were seriously injured, they still had to use their last strength to shoot the bullets in the barrels of the guns and pierce the enemies with the bayonets in their hands.

Facing the few remaining company and platoon cadres such as Guo Yongqiang, Zhang Yunfei took a deep breath and said solemnly: "Take all the soldiers and let's withdraw!"

After giving the order, Zhang Yunfei did not explain anymore, walked aside, put the soldier with a big hole in his chest on his shoulders, and carried him directly down the mountain.

The Ningxue from the martyr's wound rubbed against his back, but Zhang Yunfei didn't notice it at all. He focused all his attention on his feet and walked very seriously and carefully, as if he was afraid of touching his wound.
Chapter completed!