"Sir, this is the casualty report of the dispatch team as of noon today."
Gao Hongming took the report handed over by Chi Yaohui and glanced at it, frowning: "Why are there so many casualties?"
"There is no way. The east side of Turululu Mountain is originally easy to defend and difficult to attack. We are undertaking the most difficult task, and of course there will be casualties."
"But it's too much. In the past half month alone, our casualties have reached more than 1,200 people. With this kind of attack, we will have to fight all our people in a few months.
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Looking at the casualty report in his hand, Gao Hongming only felt distressed.
As long as these surviving soldiers can train for another year and a half, they will definitely be one of the most elite troops in the country.
Seeing Gao Hongming's distressed look, Chi Yaohui comforted him: "Sir, don't worry, our additional troops will arrive in a few days, and by then our dispatch team will be fully equipped with elite troops.
teacher."
Gao Hongming is still not relieved: "But it's not good to keep doing this. This battle will have to last at least two or three years. If it continues to be so exhausted, it is estimated that not many of the young men in the dispatch corps will be able to return to their hometowns alive."
Chi Yaohui asked in surprise: "Sir, how do you know this battle will last two or three years?"
"broken."
Gao Hongming was shocked, and then he realized that he had accidentally let something slip.
Of course, having traveled through time, he knew that Japan would not surrender until 1945. It was only October 1942, and there were still more than two years before the Japanese government surrendered.
But Chi Yaohui didn't know.
"This... I also guessed it myself." Gao Hongming laughed, "Just think, it's so difficult for us to conquer a small Guadalcanal now.
If you look at there are so many islands in the Pacific, if the Americans want to push all the way to the Japanese mainland, there are still many islands that need to be attacked. Can they do it if they don't have three or two years?
Besides, even if we occupy all the Pacific islands, we still have to attack the Japanese mainland. Will the casualties be reduced by then?"
"That's true."
Chi Yaohui agreed with Gao Hongming's words, "The Japanese nation is so crazy. Once we launch a landing operation on the Japanese mainland in the future, the resistance we will encounter will be unimaginable.
Judging from this assumption, the two to three years you mentioned are still too optimistic. In my opinion, at least five or six years is reasonable. But in this way, the young men in the dispatch team will suffer too much."
Chi Yaohui, who said this, did not know that there was something called an atomic bomb in this world. After they actually received two bombs, no matter how stubborn they were, they could only kneel down and surrender.
"Hey, Lao Chi, I have an idea here, see if it works." Looking at Chi Yaohui with a look of unbearable expression, an idea suddenly popped up in Gao Hongming's mind.
"Sir, please speak."
"That's what I thought... Look."
Gao Hongming took out cigarettes from his pocket, gave one to the other party, and said enthusiastically: "Look, since the end of the Taiyuan Battle, our troops have also entered a state of rest.
After more than two months of rest, most of the troops have basically restored their combat effectiveness. In this case, can we implement a rotation system?"
"Rotation system?"
"Yes."
Gao Hongming's eyes flashed with excitement: "Look... we still have nine infantry battalions, four artillery battalions and two armored battalions in Liantai County.
Isn’t it inappropriate for all these troops to be stationed in the garrison, but they always let the dispatched troops fight fiercely in the Pacific? My plan is this, we will transfer one to two battalions from China to the Pacific every month, and send the dispatched troops to the Pacific.
Two infantry battalions were replaced and returned home.
In this way, firstly, the troops can rest and recuperate, and secondly, it can train the troops’ jungle combat experience and capabilities, and reduce the fatigue of the troops, what do you think?”
Chi Yaohui thought for a while and said, "I think it works. The Japanese army in Shanxi has suffered heavy casualties after the Battle of Taiyuan. They can't recover without a half-year's rest."
If we only deploy one or two battalions every month, it will not have a great impact on the overall army. I think your idea is feasible."
"Well, you should work harder these days and make a plan on this matter and leave it to me. As long as there are no big problems, the matter will be settled."
Ever since, the matter was settled in a few words between the two of them.
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Taiyuan Shanxi
With the recovery of Taiyuan, Yan Xishan and the World War II area he led were in the limelight for a time.
As the first war zone commander to lead his troops to regain the provincial capital, newspapers across the country these days have been highly praising the World War II zone, the Shanxi-Sui Army and Yan Xishan.
Of course, although even ordinary people know who was the biggest contributor to the recovery of Taiyuan, this does not prevent newspapers from various places from praising the Jin-Sui Army.
There is no way, how can such a major event that inspires the confidence of the people across the country to resist the war not be vigorously publicized. If we don’t publicize Yan Xishan and don’t promote the Shanxi-Sui Army, is it possible that we should promote the Eighth Route Army and the Liantai Militia?
Even if newspapers from various places were willing, Chongqing would not agree.
After more than a month of moving, the Jinsui Army returned to the capital after five years of absence.
The weather in October has already brought a bit of coolness. Yan Xishan, wearing only a shirt, stood beside the imperial well of Jinci Temple, silently watching the clear water pouring out from the well mouth, and he remained motionless.
It has been in this state for more than half an hour.
The two guards behind him looked at each other, feeling a little anxious, but they didn't dare to step forward and disturb them.
The guard on the right winked at his companion, then turned around and walked quickly back.
Soon, along with the sound of hurried footsteps, a gentle voice sounded behind Yan Xishan.
"Old man, you've been here for a long time, why haven't you gone back for dinner yet? Everyone is waiting for you?"
Yan Xishan turned around and saw a woman wearing a blue cheongsam, with a virtuous, dignified and beautiful appearance standing behind her, looking at him with reproachful eyes.
Seeing the person coming, Yan Xishan touched his hair and said with some embarrassment: "It turns out to be Fifth Sister, why are you here?"
The visitor's name was Yan Huiqing, born to Qu, the third wife of Yan Shudian, Yan Xishan's uncle. She was the fifth among Yan Shudian's five daughters, so others called her Miss Wu or Fifth Sister.
Yan Huiqing is Yan Xishan's cousin in terms of seniority. Yan Xishan is 27 years old. In addition, she is very smart and has won his love and trust. She has been Yan Xishan's life secretary since she became an adult, responsible for taking care of Yan Xishan's daily life.
"If I don't come, will you stand here until dark?"
Yan Huiqing walked to Yan Xishan and put the coat in her hand on him.