"Okay! Comrades, the deputy division commander has issued an order. The truck is here to let the wounded get on first!" Balzen, who had been holding back for a long time, said loudly. 23US.
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The soldiers took action, and more than twenty stretchers emerged from the crowd. Their appearance surprised Yang Mingzhi, not because they were wounded, but because these wounded were all seriously injured, at least too weak to walk on their own.
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Since Balzen had a lot to say to him, he simply let him. Then the matter of the wounded was his first question.
"Balzen, the losses in this battle are really huge, but why are these all seriously wounded? What about the lightly wounded?"
This question was a tricky question. Balzen stretched his neck, and the words to explain how he suffered huge losses were already stuck in his throat. He didn't expect that it was about the wounded. His head turned quickly, so he had to stretch out his right hand and point to the north.
: "Sir! We were able to break through the encirclement only after some people paid their lives. They are our lightly wounded! They chose to stay to stop the enemy, otherwise we would be chased by thousands of people!"
"Is there such a thing?" Yang Mingzhi was shocked because Balzen mentioned the word "thousands of people" in his tone. "Barzen, tell me quickly! How many people have you really met?!"
The officer's mood really changed rapidly. Balzen only felt that the officer was acting too eagerly now. "We finally fought with the enemy. We may have encountered an attack by two regiments of enemies. So many troops attacked hundreds of us! We are still still
One company has lost contact, and maybe they have all died. So far, I still have more than 300 people who can fight!"
"So you are being chased by four thousand people! Oh my God! Maybe they are still chasing you. Isn't our situation very dangerous?!" Yang Mingzhi almost issued a defense order as if instinctively, but Balzen
The old guy still looked calm. Is there no pursuer behind the army?
Yang Mingzhi asked displeasedly: "Do you think that your troops have crippled the two enemy regiments, so they dare not pursue them?"
This was originally a harsh question, but Balzen affirmed it without hesitation.
"So you told me that with only up to 500 soldiers, you defeated two German regiments! I know that the 707th Division and the 7th Division are like a chicken and a dog, a bunch of chickens and dogs. If that's true
In this way, you can really create a miracle!"
There are too many details in the battle, which cannot be understood in a few words. I can see how disgusted the commander is with his wife. If he told her now that Besica was truly worthy of her surname of Berekova during the battle,
The commander is afraid that he has forgotten something important.
The wounded were being loaded into the truck. Balzen stopped a group of stretcher bearers and introduced to Yang Mingzhi: "Sir, if you don't mind the battle, I can report it to you in detail in the evening. But now you still have to look at the people lying on the stretcher.
The wounded man is also your friend."
Friends? What friends?
Yang Mingzhi followed Balzen to find out what was going on, and saw that the person lying on his back was actually Kharkiv, such a grown-up man!
"tf! This guy must be impulsive like a madman again. It's better now. He's finally injured!" If Kharkov was awake, Yang Mingzhi would have wanted to quarrel with him for an hour. But now this guy is injured and weak.
Being lethargic, nothing is appropriate.
He obviously had an arm injury, which was considered fatal.
Seeing him, Yang Mingzhi suddenly remembered that there seemed to be more than 300 people, and there were not many children left in the youth camp. Originally there were a large group of beautiful Belarusian girls, but now there are not many women in the entire team.
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It's too tragic to turn a cute girl into a gray corpse! The plan is to let the youth camp practice. Since they are going to fight, there will definitely be casualties. As a result, most of the casualties were killed in one battle. Can the youth camp regain its strength?!
How many children can be left out of a hundred children? Anyway, all the soldiers are here on standby. Yang Mingzhi simply shouted: "Youth camp, all assembled!"
There was a commotion in the crowd, and soon, more than thirty children emerged from the crowd, lining up neatly, heads held high.
The leader was Ruslan, and he was really nervous about talking to the deputy division commander for the first time. Now that Kharkiv was injured, he assumed the role of a temporary officer and had to do his part.
The young man was under pressure and reported: "Reporting to the deputy division commander, the youth camp has been assembled. There are thirty-two people in the battalion. The interim battalion commander Ruslan has completed the report. Please give instructions!"
This face was a bit unfamiliar, considering that Kharkiv was lying on a stretcher, and it was this young man who took over his job.
Currently, there are only thirty-two people in the entire battalion, which means that the reduction of this unit has exceeded two-thirds!
Yang Mingzhi couldn't believe that there were only a hundred people left, and he quickly asked again: "Is this all the people? Comrade! Tell me how many people are left in the youth camp?"
"But there are thirty-two people, including the injured." As he spoke, Ruslan's face was already covered with tears, and his dark face was washed with rivers of tears. "This battle is really too much."
It was so tragic, we didn’t know that this was actually a war! Too many people died! Too many people!”
Men don't shed tears easily, and now is when they are sad. Yang Mingzhi counted that there are ten boys in the youth camp, and the others are girls. In this sad scene, the boys can still be calmer, but the girls have already shed tears.
Wash your face.
Who would feel better in this situation? Yang Mingzhi felt as if there was a piece of oil pressed in his chest, weighing him down and making him unable to breathe.
Get up, why did you send them to the front line? It was originally for military training. No matter how realistic the so-called actual combat exercises were, they were basically a bunch of new recruits in this battle! The so-called recruits were either cowardly and scared to death when they heard the sound of cannons.
Collapsed to the ground, or were so excited that they ignored life and death and attacked the enemy's position until they died.
At least Kharkiv is someone who wants to make meritorious deeds. With a commander like him here, these teenagers might be crazier than ordinary soldiers.
More than sixty people died. This is the price of madness.
"Okay! Everyone be quiet!" Yang Mingzhi didn't want to think so much and roared loudly.
Unfortunately, the girls were still full of tears. Yang Mingzhi knew that they were women after all, and they were the most saddened by the death of their comrades.
"Youth camp! Everyone stand at attention, hold your head high and hold your chest high!" Yang Mingzhi said with a sullen face. These children obeyed the order after all. The girls wiped away their tears and held up their proud chests.
"Very good! Children, war is about letting women and children go away. This is just a beautiful hope. Now is the age of war, and no one can survive alone. You have gone through the most brutal war, and you have finally seen the blood.
So from today on, you are no longer just soldiers in the youth camp. You are already veterans! As veterans, you must sum up the experience and lessons of this battle, and in the future you must educate the new soldiers.
We lost a lot of brothers in this battle, but our team will develop again, and it will develop very quickly."
It was originally about the children. Yang Mingzhi noticed that the other soldiers were also listening attentively, so he said a few more words before setting off. (To be continued...)