Groups of prisoners of the Imperial Army were supported by the wounded, and were escorted to a large depression with the wounded on their backs. The militia was guarding the high ground. The injured Imperial Army gritted their teeth and endured the pain, trying their best not to make themselves make noises. The militia was not as good as regular troops, and their attitude towards prisoners was not very good. When they were red-eyed, several imperial army who surrendered on their knees were stabbed to death by them.

More than 200? It should be like this, there will never be much difference. Meng Youtian roughly calculated that even the prisoners were killed and the results were only so many. Although there were many people participating in the battle, the guerrillas and militias in each village had a total of nearly 500, the plan was not to be completely wiped out. Xiao Quan also had a good grasp of it and did not greed for merit and was dispatched in advance. The one who was relatively combative was released, and the one who intercepted the guy who was behind and was panicked.

Although Wang Shangrong was let go, this idiot was better than dead. He was scared out of his courage and would never lead his men and horses to kill him again. This led to the battle being able to end smoothly as soon as possible, and the casualties of guerrillas and militias were relatively small.

The main reason is that the psychological warfare was won. Meng Youtian was still very good at scrutinizing people's psychology. Yue Peikun and Wang Shangrong, his own ideas were almost the same, one was cunning, the other was timid and timid. Harassment and attack, using fake and bluffing... all kinds of strategies were combined to finally achieve the final victory.

The sun is about to set in the sky to the west, and the gorgeous sunset reflects the blood, limbs, corpses and scattered equipment all over the ground. The guerrillas put on alert to guard against the enemy's attack. The militia are pushing carts and carrying bags to clean the battlefield, searching for fish hiding in the fields that are missing.

Any material is useful. The enemy's corpses can actually be used as fertilizer, but no one will do this, which is too inhumane. The shell can be used as a fire-bending bullet, and the blood-stained military uniform can also cover the body and block the cold. Under the blockade policy of the Japanese devils, the things that can be used cannot be wasted at all.

Meng Youtian sat down and finally relieved the danger. His brain power consumption and running around for several days have now become lighter. The fatigue has flowed all over his body. He wants to lie down and sleep happily and feel at ease.

The local troops only used local troops to crush the enemy's sweep and achieved great results. This was already very amazing and was definitely worthy of being published in the newspaper. Promote it carefully. Meng Youtian smiled faintly and even guessed the approximate battle report: the military and civilians in the base area cooperated closely, fought bravely, and fought with the powerful enemy for nearly a month, and went through many battles. He wiped out many enemies and finally smashed the sweep of the enemy. The enemy suffered heavy losses and was in a mess. He escaped from this brave and unyielding land with his arms and armor...

Well, it is probably so encouraging. Contacting the enemy should be like a battle, even if it is only a shot or a landmine is detonated. When the enemy is strong and we are weak, this kind of publicity and encouragement is of course very necessary. Although Meng Youtian feels a little weird, he does not mean to be too harsh.

The green gauze tent has been raised. You can have a restful life. Meng Youtian looked around, let out a long breath, stood up and walked slowly.

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The enemy retreated and won. Compared with the joyful and encouraging mood of everyone, Hu Jiaying's face was the same, but his heart was the same. Facing the joyful emotions of everyone, his heart felt like he was rubbing into a bunch of dirty things - regret, depression, pain, jealousy...

Victory is good, but this highly praised victory is someone else's. Therefore, Hu Jiaying regrets that he shouldn't have acted positively. He rushed over before his injuries were healed. If he recovered in the hospital, he wouldn't have to listen to other people's comments here. The glory of anti-sweeping is still available, and the injuries on his body are proof. But now, what's the use of regret?

Listen to whom are the cheers and praises of the guerrillas and militias? Meng Youtian, Xiaoquan, and even Qin Lianfang are more prestigious than before, which makes him, a person who is unwilling to be inferior to others. Let's just say that this victory reduced his prestige.

Hu Jiaying is a very sensitive person. In his heart, he couldn't help but feel a sense of fear towards Meng Youtian. The dust in the old society had accumulated too much and too thick on Hu Jiaying's soul. Habits became natural, and these dusts were soaked over the years and penetrated into his blood and cells, and were already inseparable from his healthy body. He lived peacefully with these dusts, and was intimate, and he would never want to split. If he had to help him clean up, he would feel unbearable pain like skinning and cramps.

He would never want to show his lack of strategy and talent in front of Meng Youtian, a plain-headed citizen. Meng Youtian's intelligence and wisdom, as well as his magical shooting skills, aroused his jealousy. Although Hu Jiaying joined GCD, his thoughts were like Pang Juan in the Spring and Autumn Period and Warring States Period. He would never allow Sun Bin like Meng Youtian to be by his side and then overwhelm him.

In the Guancun Courtyard where the fire was burning, Hu Jiaying found a place to sit down. She looked happy and talked and laughed with the people around her, but her eyes glanced around from time to time. Meng Youtian was not there, and the stone in his heart seemed to have been lifted off, and his expression became more and more relaxed.

At this time, Meng Youtian was sitting in the room, smoking a pipe, and talking alone with district party secretary Gu Qingshan.

"The arrested people were released. They suffered a lot, suffered a lot, suffered a lot, but they were quite acceptable." Gu Qingshan muttered the tobacco pot, spitting out heavy smoke from time to time, and said meaningfully: "Youtian, we are old acquaintances, and now there are only two of us, so you don't have to hide some words from you."

Meng Youtian blinked and smiled, "Brother Gu, I didn't hide anything from you, why did you suddenly ask about this?"

Gu Qingshan shook his head gently and said, "I can see that Xiaoquan, Xiao Qin, and many militia captains are all convinced. You are smart and have good shooting skills. Everyone is convinced and capable. Of course there is nothing wrong with this. But do you have any opinions about Instructor Hu? When he is there, you will shrink your hands and feet, and you will have fewer ideas. People always run out, as if you are deliberately avoiding him."

Meng Youtian didn't know what Gu Qingshan suddenly said about this. He lowered his eyelids, fiddled with his small pipe, and didn't say anything for the time being.

"You, if you use your intelligence, it will be a blessing for everyone." Gu Qingshan paused for a moment and continued, "If you are passive and silent because you have opinions about someone, that is not a good thing. Don't you know that your emotions will also affect other people? Xiaoquan, Zhao Zhenhua, and Xiao Qin, they all listen to you. This will cause disagreement between everyone. If you cannot unite, you will have no combat power..."
Chapter completed!