In the Tianjiacun Maintenance Association compound, everyone was enveloped in a heavy atmosphere.
There were more than 220 people before departure, but only 115 people returned in the end, including 5 seriously injured people who might die at any time.
As for the food, only half of it was taken back, less than 15,000 catties.
The troops suffered heavy losses and failed to achieve their intended combat objectives. It can be concluded that this was a defeat, a very tragic defeat.
"Company Commander, the morale of the soldiers is low and the morale of the troops is turbulent. This problem must be solved as soon as possible, otherwise trouble will definitely occur!" a platoon leader reminded with a frown.
"The turmoil is just the beginning. I'm worried that some people inside will take the opportunity to spread rumors, saying that I was deceived. It is better to be a prisoner of the Japanese than to be a prisoner of the Eighth Route Army. At least I can survive!" Rong Jun was very aware of the gap between the new troops and the old troops.
During the Red Army, the old troops would never collapse no matter how many defeats they suffered. As long as the instructor gave a few inspiring words, the entire troops would be so inspired that they could roar and go to the battlefield.
New troops cannot do this, especially new troops composed of captive soldiers.
The ingredients are complex and not really integrated into the Eighth Route Army.
There is no problem at all if they win the battle, and it can also increase their sense of honor and help them integrate into the Eighth Route Army.
But it won't work if you lose the battle. All kinds of problems will be exposed all at once like a powder keg suddenly exploding.
The instructor replied helplessly: "Company Commander, I am responsible for the ideological work of the soldiers. Now if something goes wrong, I have to take full responsibility!"
"I plan to go to a row of garrison camps soon and do their ideological work one by one. Isn't it just a defeat? At worst, the next time we encounter the Japanese again, we will win and get revenge!"
"Who said we lost the battle!" Rong Jun suddenly grasped the key point of solving the problem and asked with a frown.
The instructor and the platoon leader both looked at Rong Jun with expressions of disbelief.
Just as he was about to say something, Rong Jun interrupted: "At the Sanchakou stronghold, we eliminated more than 50 Japanese soldiers, more than 30 puppet soldiers, captured more than 60 puppet soldiers, and seized a large number of weapons and ammunition. We defeated the Japanese reinforcements,
Although we failed to annihilate them all, we also eliminated more than 20 Japanese!"
"All in all, there are more than 80 Japanese soldiers, more than 100 puppet troops, and a total of 200 Japanese puppet troops."
"And our total casualties total more than 130 people, one to one point five. Do you know what this means?"
The instructor seemed to understand: "We can kill three Japanese puppet troops with two casualties!"
"Yes, but do you know the casualty ratio of the Northwest Army fighting the Japanese on the battlefield?" Rong Jun raised his eyebrows and analyzed to himself.
"On average, we sacrificed three soldiers to kill one Japanese soldier. Compared with this casualty ratio, we not only won the battle, but also won a great victory!"
"We have always followed the regiment leader to fight skillfully, and rarely fought head-on with the Japanese like this. This gave us the illusion that as long as there were heavy casualties, we would be defeated. However, we forgot that even if the regiment leader is here,
We can't always fight cleverly with the Japanese. We must fight tooth and nail!"
"The casualties are huge and impossible to avoid."
"So, we did not lose. With such a casualty ratio, no matter which unit is placed in it, it is a victory, not a defeat!"
"Instructor, you should do their ideological work from this aspect."
"If it still doesn't work and someone makes trouble, it proves that this person is not serious about fighting the Japanese and is not suitable to stay in our Eighth Route Army!"
The instructor immediately affirmed: "Don't worry, company commander, I will go over now to correct everyone's thinking that we have lost the battle."
"It was obviously a victory, but now it is said to be a defeat, how can the morale of the military not be shaken!"
As soon as the instructor left, Rong Jun's face became serious again.
The entire battle, in terms of casualty ratio, can indeed be said to be a victory, but if analyzed into two battles: attacking strongholds and attacking Japanese reinforcements, the latter battle was a complete defeat, and it was a disastrous defeat without any reason.
"Armored vehicles, we must find a way to find out where the Japanese armored vehicles come from and how many there are~" Rong Jun analyzed with a frown.
"Otherwise, if we encounter Japanese armored vehicles every time in the next battle, then this battle will be impossible to fight!"
Wang Jianxin accepted the task: "I'm going to check. The puppet battalion commander in Fengyun Town accepted our benefits a few days ago. I should be able to get some words out. In addition, you can also ask the captured puppet soldiers!
They should know something!"
"Okay, leave the prisoner interrogation to me!" Rong Jun readily accepted Wang Jianxin's proposal.
He continued: "Although the food that was snatched back is not much, we are also less than 10,000 people. If we save some, it will be enough for a month. Therefore, the food must be sent to the other two platoons as soon as possible."
"Everyone is too tired today, and the Japanese are also alert. Let's take action again tomorrow!"
At the Japanese Army Brigade Headquarters in Linfen City, the Chief of Staff happily knocked on Major General Matsui's door.
"General, our arrangement is working!"
"The Eighth Route Army just attacked one of our strongholds. A nearby mobile team quickly arrived. Relying on armored vehicles, they quickly repelled the Eighth Route Army's attacking troops and even caused them heavy losses!"
"Yo Xi!" Matsui's brows that had just been furrowed because his subordinates had woken him up suddenly relaxed. He took the telegram and began to read it.
"Nani, there were more than 80 casualties in the imperial army, and there was also a company of the imperial association army!" After looking at it, Matsui frowned again.
He stared at the chief of staff and asked: "What do the defenders of the stronghold do for food? They didn't even hold on for twenty minutes before they were completely wiped out!"
The chief of staff shook his head and replied: "I don't know, but I have just issued an order that all strongholds must be on heightened alert at night to prevent this from happening again!"
"Very good. As long as we hold on to the stronghold, the casualties of the Imperial Army will be greatly reduced, while the casualties of the Eighth Route Army will become greater and greater. In just a few battles, they will be completely consumed by us." Major General Matsui was very satisfied.
The arrangement of the chief of staff, and then said with a look of longing.
"We now control all the roads. If they come out more often, their lair will be exposed. At that time, we can divide our forces into different areas to clear them out and completely eliminate them!"
The next day, the Rongjun dragged ten mules and horses to transport food to another maintenance meeting under their control.
The two villages were stationed on both sides of the road. If Rong Jun wanted to reach his destination from Tianjia Village, he had to cross the road.
Wang Ping followed the guard squad to a hill next to the highway, stopped, and then climbed to the top of the hill with him.
"Company Commander, there is a turret every two kilometers on the road. I walked it all during the day, and only the front is the best place for us to cross the road!"
"There is a corner there, which is the blind spot for the little Japs in the turrets on both sides. They should be able to cross it right under their noses. I conducted special experiments during the day!"
The guard squad leader is also an old Red Army veteran, an old scout. He was originally going to be the platoon leader, but he was forced to take over from the battalion commander as the guard squad leader.
Rong Jun had absolute trust in him and immediately affirmed: "Okay, just go there and cross the highway!"
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