"Captain, the results of the war damage have been counted. This time, thirty-six brothers were killed in battle and eighty people were injured, including 31 seriously injured and 49 minor injuries."

Outside the battlefield hospital built by the tent, Wang Yiyi listened to the report of Chief of Staff Wu Xiao with exhausted expression. Although the battle in Qinglonggou had ended for nearly twenty-four hours, Wang Yi did not close his eyes for a moment and was always busy performing surgery on the wounded. But even so, he was still unable to save the disappearance of many lives.

"The fifth squad of the Reconnaissance Department, a total of ten people, was competing for the Gatling machine gun on the right side of the Qinglonggou Pass. In order to cover the retreat of other comrades, the squad leader Liao Chun led the squad members to attract enemy firepower and all the members died." Wu Xiao's voice was very low, but Wang Yi was very silent. A pair of pictures flashed in front of his eyes. As the Gatling machine gun roared, a group of soldiers launched a desperate charge under the leadership of a young man. Bullets splashed out cruel blood through their bodies. Life was flying in the bullets and passed with the wind.

"Captain, go and have a rest!" Wu Xiao begged with a little help.

Xiang Long and Zheng Haitao also came over. Their 20-year-old boys couldn't stand it anymore, not to mention that Wang Yi was a nine-year-old child. Zheng Haitao felt very sorry. If he and his subordinates had not understood the Gatling machine guns, there would have been problems during the transfer. Faced with the Russian fire suppression, too many soldiers would not have died in vain.

"Yes, captain! It's not a solution for you to hold on like this!"

Wang Yi finally nodded in agreement, looked at the battlefield hospital, and then said, "Take good care of them."

After tossing and turning, Wang Yicai fell asleep in his tent, but he was not sleeping soundly. The cruel scenes on the battlefield were always repeated in his dreams, with gunfire flying, and gunshots echoing in his ears and constant wailings.

The next day, when Wang Yi opened his eyes again, it was almost noon. A personal guard brought him to eat. Wang Yi took a few bites and then put down his chopsticks.

After hearing that Wang Yi had woken up, Wu Xiao, Xiang Long, Zheng Haitao and Chang Jinlong came to Wang Yi together, but before they could speak, Wang Yi spoke first: "What happened to the seriously injured one night?"

"Twelve more people left..." Wu Xiao felt helpless.

Wang Yi sighed. Although he had tried his best, he could not change too many things in such an era.

"Maybe it's time to build a medical school. Oh... haste is not enough to achieve it. There is neither enough medicine support nor corresponding medical equipment. The most important thing is that there are no suitable talents at all. I will rely on traditional Chinese medicine for the past few years."

Wang Yi immediately denied his thoughts.

It seemed that in order to make Wang Yi happy, Wu Xiao looked a little smile on his face and said, "Captain, although the loss was serious this time, the harvest was also rich. The Russians really invested a lot here. After our inventory records, there were more than 16,000 taels of gold and 300,000 taels of silver here. The remaining gold and silver jewelry, famous calligraphy and paintings, antiques and porcelain, ancient books and rare books, etc., were packed in two rooms, with twenty boxes."

"How come there are so much gold and silver?" Wang Yi was shocked when he heard this news. In fact, it was not just him, everyone had the same expression.

"As we interrogated the prisoners, we learned that these Russians often took the bandits out to plunder villages and towns, and rob tourists and travel merchants. However, they also knew the reason why rabbits did not eat grass by their nests, but they had never done any major cases nearby. Over time, the inventory increased. In addition, they also stole tobacco and sold foreign guns and ammunition."

Wang Yi frowned at this time and said, "How could the Russians be interested in antique calligraphy and painting?"

"Oh! There is a person involved." Wu Xiao said. "This man's surname is Shen, his name is Quan, and his courtesy name is Qianwen. He was originally a scholar. Later, due to his family's poverty, he became a bandit and gathered to become a bandit. However, the scholar failed to rebel for three years. After the official army suppressed him several times, the team dispersed. He really had no way to survive. He surrendered to the Russians here. Quan Gang was considered a dog-headed military advisor. Anyway, he did many bad things that were harmful to evil. The bandits nicknamed him: Old Scorpion. Those antiques, calligraphy and paintings were collected by him by him."

"Oh, my feelings are still a literary thief!" Wang Yi looked a little smiling for the first time in the past two days.

Wu Xiao quickly continued to say good news and said: "In addition to gold and silver, this Qinglonggou also stores a large amount of arms. Among them, 1,200 German Mauser Type 71 rifles and 200,000 bullets. Six Gatling machine guns. If you count the three seized, the total number will reach nine, and there will be 100,000 bullets. There are nearly five hundred other miscellaneous guns, but the types are complex and there are not much ammunition."

Wang nodded and said, "Is that old scorpion still alive?"

Xiang Long replied: "I'm locked up in the prisoner-of-war camp!"

"Bring him over, I'm going to ask."

"Yes, captain."

Not much time, Xiang Long and two personal soldiers walked in with an old man. Wang Yi looked at the man. He was over fifty years old, wrinkled, thin and dry, gray hair, and a shriveled braid. He walked with a hunchback and was wearing a treacherous dress in a gray cloth.

"Sin Qianwen, the sinner, paid homage to the general!" The old man knew what to do. As soon as he entered the door, he had not had time to look up and bowed first and gave the king an official.

Wang Yi sat on the tiger-skin chair and didn't speak.

Shen Qianwen, who was kneeling below, dared not look up, for fear of angering Shangguan, so he didn't know what the person above was like and what medicine was sold. Half a quarter of an hour later, the old man's forehead and nose began to sweat. After hesitating for a long time, he finally mustered up the courage to make up his mind to take a secret look, at least he had to know whether there was a human or a ghost above.

But at this moment, Wang Yi slapped the table in front of him, and a crisp "pop" sound, which scared the old scorpion who was about to look up and shivered, and he had no choice but to put his forehead on the ground again.

"Who is kneeling down, where is your home, and whose name?"

"Sin Shen Quanshen Qianwen, his hometown is from Liaoyang County, Fengtian Prefecture."

"Why do you defect to the Russians?"

"Family background is difficult, so I'll find a way out."

"Please live?" Wang Yi sneered and said, "If you want to live, you can depend on whether your life is worth a bullet money!"

When Shen Qianwen heard this, he was stunned, but immediately reacted and said, "The sinners are willing to make meritorious service!"

"Then go down and write. Whether you can survive depends on the words you wrote!"

Shen Qianwen was taken out. The old man didn't dare to look at the person sitting in the seat until he left the door. He just wondered why this sounded like a child.

Wang Yi said to Wu Xiao at this time: "After Shen Quan finished writing the things, you send someone to interrogate, and ask me the confession over and over again, and click two large wax to prevent him from sleeping."

Wu Xiao had a staff officer named Tu Xiaohua. He looked fierce and had a fat face, but he was very careful and had a good brain. Because Wang Yi saved his mother's life, he was very devoted and loyal to Wang Yi. Later, he learned the ability to interrogate and is currently responsible for maintaining military discipline.

Wu Xiao said at this time: "Captain, we have arrested more than 30 Russians in total and more than 100 bandits. How should we deal with these people?"

The Qinglonggou incident must not be known to the outside world, otherwise it will be gold, silver, or arms, which will cause trouble.

As soon as Wang thought about it, a cold light appeared in the corner of his eyes.

"No one of the Russians left! As for the bandits, tell them to report and expose each other, and use this to survive, and find out the most serious crimes and those who are guilty will be killed. If the remaining bandits are young and strong, I will be of use to stay. The old, weak, sick and disabled will open a mine in Dagushan in the future, and let them dig the mines, and they will be released in five years. Of course, if they are willing, they can also be converted into formal miners and stay and continue to work."

Since Wang Yi made a decision, others naturally obeyed the orders.

Wang Yi said at this time: "Qinglonggou is not a place to stay for a long time, so he is preparing to return to the martial arts school base. All the wooden houses and houses are burned. Don't let's leave just now, another wave of bandits came again."

If Wang Yi talks about these things, someone will naturally arrange them afterwards.

The team set off in the evening and walked all night before finally returning to the martial arts school base before dawn.

A month later, not far from the Dashang Affiliated Primary School, the Martyrs Cemetery was established. In front of it, there was a marble stele, the name of the stele - the Monument to the People's Heroes. The cemetery was followed by the cemetery, where the remains of fifty soldiers were placed. The cemetery was as straight and solemn as the cemetery was surrounded by green trees, and there were special guards and commemorations.

The senior executives of the entire Dashang Department attended the memorial ceremony together, wearing black clothes and white flowers on their chests. Afterwards, classmates from the Dashang Affiliated Primary School came to pay tribute to them and presented wreaths. The insurance team members who were not in charge and the families of the deceased were also present.

The guards fired their guns and saluted, and all the staff watched in silence. Finally, Wang Yi delivered a speech.

"The old saying goes: Death is lighter than a feather, or heavier than Mount Tai. Now the Chinese nation has reached the brink of life and death. If the people of the country do not struggle, the country will be destroyed and the family will be destroyed, and the race will be destroyed. If they struggle, there will still be a glimmer of life..."

Wang Yi's words were very straightforward, without any sighs of clouds and mountains, and without the nonsense of the fog, but everyone can understand them and it is very inspiring.

After the memorial was completed, Wang Yi brought senior officials of the Shang and Military ranks to visit the families of the martyrs and personally helped them solve the difficulties encountered in real life. In short, while calming the family members of the deceased, he also set a benchmark for all living people.

As soon as the Heavenly King sat in the office of the Martial Arts School, there were four people, Wu Xiao, Xiang Long, Zheng Haitao and Chang Jinlong. Shen Qianwen stood in front of them with a respectful expression, but he looked a little vulgar.

"Call you here today is something you want to do."

"Captain, you give me instructions."

Shen Qianwen finally knew that Wang Yi was actually a child, and he now accepted his fate. Since he was tortured by Tu Xiaohua for three days without letting him sleep, he finally understood what life is worse than death. Fortunately, Wang Yi did not make things difficult for him anymore and locked him up with more than 40 bandit prisoners until today.

The old scorpion also muttered in his heart: "What are you doing today?"
Chapter completed!