Time: 4:51 in Lingcheng, July 5, 1944.

He opened his military uniform, leaving his chest full of wounds and bloodstains exposed, being blown by the night wind.

Hu Biao, who had resigned, sat lazily on a somewhat deformed Japanese 90-style steel helmet like an idle man with nothing to do.

Less than 50 centimeters away from him was the corpse of a Japanese soldier whose eyeballs had been popped by someone during a hand-to-hand fight.

At first glance, it looks like a miserable old man to die.

It's just a scene like this. For Hu Biao, it was just a little KISS, and it had no impact on his good mood at all.

While he was smoking half a pack of 'Pengyi Brand' cigarettes that he found from the corpses of the Japanese around him.

While looking at the battlefield being cleaned in front of him.

Although there were too many wounds on his body, he lost a lot of blood, and after the intermediate bloodline broke out, it was considered an even more intense sequelae. Hu Biao was now very weak.

But my mood at the moment was extremely satisfying.

What! About ten minutes ago, the battle at the position on the north side of Songzi Mountain ended completely; except for a few people who managed to escape, the others were killed on the spot, and not even a single prisoner was captured.

Then, it meant that there were many changes in the night attack battle, but in the end, the Central Continent team had the last laugh.

Even now, the battlefield has just begun to be cleaned, the specific casualties of our personnel, the results of killing the island nation's team members and Japanese soldiers have not yet been completely calculated...

Hu Biao can still confirm one thing: he won.

Things have turned around. The Central Continent team was the one that lost its place during the day yesterday. Now not only have they all been recovered, but there are many more.

Just like that, while others were busy cleaning the battlefield and treating the wounded, Hu Biao, who really had no strength to move, sat here alone enjoying the smell of Victory cigarettes.

Because of the violent explosion, the searchlights and electric lights on the position are now gone.

The wires had been blown to pieces a long time ago and are now completely unusable.

But it didn't matter. A large number of fires were burning on the position. After each person held a pine oil torch, the current position suddenly lit up.

As for the period, the sound of ‘pop, pop~’ gunshots still sounded occasionally, and Hu Biao didn’t pay any attention to it.

That was before everyone was cleaning up the battlefield and started cleaning up the corpses of the Japanese on the ground. Unless half of their heads were missing and they were sure to be dead, they would have shot them in advance.

Regarding this point, Ye Yu, Liu Hui and other members of the original team still had certain objections.

In fact, Hu Biao himself understood their objections. After all, our party has already proved one point with practical actions:

"Preferential treatment of prisoners" may seem a little unsatisfactory on the surface.

But such a policy contains considerable wisdom, allowing these prisoners to play a greater role than being executed.

But today's situation is a bit special.

The main reason is that Hu Biao actually asked those child soldiers to help clean up such a hell-like bloody battlefield.

There is no way! This mission world is just a passer-by to Hu Biao and the others.

I will leave after this mission is over, and I don’t know when I will come back next time and whether I can continue the plot.

Therefore, Hu Biao and others cannot keep these child soldiers under their wings forever.

So it is very necessary to let them grow up quickly in the current relatively safe environment.

And cleaning a battlefield full of bloody corpses, although the process is really disgusting, and these child soldiers may even vomit out jaundice afterwards, but there will definitely be no deaths, right?

Based on this point, Hu Biao asked Liu Hui and others:

"This must be your first time fighting the Japs, so you don't know that many of the Japs' wounded soldiers like to pretend to be dead, and then wait until the personnel cleaning the battlefield approach, and then directly pull the grenades.

At that time, what if those child soldiers are injured? Whose responsibility is responsible for these casualties? "

Faced with such a problem, Ye Yu and the others suddenly became speechless. After finally sighing, they blamed everything on the Japanese who were looking for death.

Then, those who should be treated will be treated, and those who should be cleaning the battlefield will continue to clean the battlefield...

*****

By the time the sky was getting slightly brighter, various situations on the battlefield had been initially handled.

Under the slightly cold morning breeze, Brother Zhange, who was limping on one leg and using a 38-gai as a crutch, walked all the way towards Hu Biao, who had been sitting for more than an hour.

During the battle last night, this guy was struck by a bullet on the outside of his left thigh, and more than a ounce of flesh was chewed off.

This injury is not fatal, but it will probably leave him lame for quite some time.

In addition, this young man was carrying a large sack on his shoulders. Apart from a long stick with a head emerging from it, the sack contained something else, but it looked a bit heavy anyway.

After walking in front of him, Zhan Ge threw the bag in his hand on the ground.

Then, he looked at the unshaven Hu Biao, the numerous wounds on his body and his military uniform that was completely stained red with blood.

He first asked with concern: "Lao Hu, I think you should let Lao An or a black Chinese doctor treat your wound?"

After hearing this, Hu Biao said meaningfully:

"Forget it, there are so many wounded waiting for treatment now, and many of them are ordinary people, so we should treat those people first.

As for me, drinking a few more bowls of meat porridge later to provide energy for the body's recovery will be more effective than taking any medicine."

Under such a statement, Zhan Ge carefully observed Hu Biao's situation.

I found that this guy was pale and a little depressed now, and it didn't seem like there was anything serious, so I immediately gave up on asking Hu Biao to get treatment.

After all, at this time, two doctors, An Tusheng and Hei TCM.

With the addition of King Kong, Liu Hui and several other serious and part-time nurses, the situation has become extremely busy.

So, this time, he took out a stack of cigarette pack paper with handwriting on it from his chest pocket and said straight to the point:

"That's it! The casualties and results of this battle have been preliminary calculated. Do you want to hear it?"

"Okay, let's get started." After saying that, Hu Biao rubbed his face vigorously with both hands to help himself concentrate more.

During this process, Zhan Ge had already begun to take the cigarette pack paper and read out the contents one by one.

What is completely different from the post-war routine of the Guo army is that the Zhongzhou team always reports losses first, and then calculates how big the results can be:

"In terms of the team's casualties in this battle, Hanzi and Lang Qing were directly killed. After everyone struggled for a long time, they couldn't even find a complete finger.

In addition, the fake foreign devil, Old J, also died on the spot.

If seriously injured, Ashtray's spleen is ruptured and requires surgery to remove it; White Elephant's waist was stabbed to pieces, and surgery is required to remove the damaged organs.

And after she breathed in the strange black smoke, she is now in a coma.

After a joint examination with the black Chinese medicine practitioner, Lao An said that there might be neurotoxins in the black smoke, but fortunately the white elephant did not inhale much at that time.

Therefore, the white elephant man will not die, but he will have to lie down for at least two months to recover.

Although everyone else was injured, they would be fine within ten days, so it was not a big deal.

As for the people from the big families and Boss Dai who helped fight the war, a total of 29 people were killed and 18 were seriously injured. Half of the seriously injured people will be disabled."

After hearing the above casualty figures, Hu Biao breathed a sigh of relief.

Such a performance is not that Hu Biao is cold-blooded. In war, there is no one who will not die.

Hu Biao could now look directly at the various casualty figures; and the figures in front of him were obviously within his expectations.

Even compared to his expectations, it was even more optimistic.

For this reason, he nodded and continued with the war song:

"Let's talk about the results of this battle. How many members of the island nation's team have we killed? How many trophies have we obtained? Have we gotten back any of their relics and equipment?"

Under such a question, Xu thought of something happy, and Zhan Song's spirit was immediately lifted up, and he reported happily:

"Because the mother fort was ravaged by two 5-kilogram explosives, the flesh of all the people inside was now stuck to the wall. Therefore, it is impossible to confirm whether there were members of the island team inside at that time.

But through other corpses on the battlefield, we get details about the corpses and the accounts of those who fought them.

It can be confirmed that the island nation team has now lost a total of 9 people in the battle, 6 of whom are bloodline warriors; one of them is Gang Xian, the third leader of the island nation team.

Almost all of the other 10 people who escaped were injured, and Michiko's injuries were particularly serious."

After reporting here, Zhan Ge muttered in confusion:

"Lao Hu, what do you think is going on with that naughty bitch Michiko? Even though she is a strong person of unknown intermediate bloodline, she still has blue armor on her body and has taken a lot of defense and physical potions.

But according to Bai Xiang, even though the opponent's head was always twisting and turning, there was no way to hit it.

But when her big butt, which weighed several hundred kilograms, sat on her, her casserole-sized fists hit her hard, even the two 36D cocks were smashed.

With such a serious injury, no matter how powerful Michiko is, there is no reason why she should not die. This result is completely unscientific, isn't it?"

Faced with such a problem, Hu Biao was also very helpless.

After pondering for a while, he said: "Who the hell knows? There are so many bloodlines, techniques, and potions in the mall in the system, who knows what effect they will have when combined.

Besides, who knows how many kinds of things are hidden in the system that are not included in the system mall, as well as rare bloodlines and props.

Little comrades, we are still at the level of elementary school students in terms of systematic understanding of this scam; there are so many scams, how can we use science to solve it?"

Under Hu Biao's explanation, Zhan Ge was a little speechless.

In the end, Zhan Ge simply didn't think about this matter, and simply talked about the loot this time, and said in a very exciting tone:
To be continued...