The setting sun was as blood as blood, and the boundless sunset covered the entire battlefield. After a big battle, it was hard to tell whether the blood stained the sky red or the sunset rendered the earth. The gunshots had already sparsely. After a whole day of noise, the battlefield seemed particularly quiet at this time.

It is said that the battlefield can enable men to mature quickly, whether it is the battle between men and women, or the battle between us and the enemy. Chenghuanyi Qing army's Yong camp, Ye Zhikui lay alone in a ward, with thick gauze wrapped around his body, and even he himself couldn't tell how many wounds there were on his body.

Opening his eyes, Ye Zhikui pulled the corner of his mouth, revealing a long-lost smile, and the haze in his heart before the war gradually disappeared.

Yes, he had no reason to be unhappy. The result of Cheng Huan's Battle had been changed by him. Not long after Ye Zhikui launched the charge, Ye Zhichao's support troops rushed to join the battlefield. In addition, veterans like Nie Shicheng seized the fighter plane in time and attacked the two infantry brigades and artillery brigades of the Japanese army in one fell swoop. The Japanese basically lost the ability to shoot artillery in a short period of time.

After the war, more than 1,000 Japanese casualties were killed in this battle, two Japanese colludes, five of them, and more than ten other large and small officers. They were able to kill so many Japanese officers, mainly because the three guns before were too powerful, and they were just small and medium Japanese chrysanthemums. Of course, killing one thousand enemies and 800 damages themselves, the Qing army was unable to launch a larger offensive. The enemy and us had already entered the confrontation period, and were causing greater wars.

Although Ye Zhikui felt sore all over, he still struggled to get up from the bed. When the two personal soldiers outside the house heard the sound, they hurriedly ran in and helped him get up.

"Mr. Ye, you are awake, do you want to inform General Nie?" Both personal soldiers were in their thirties, and they could not hide their respect in their eyes. After this battle, Ye Zhikui's prestige was unparalleled and was watched affectionately by the watery eyes of two big men. Even those who were as thick-skinned as Ye Zhikui were unable to bear it.

He patted the two of them on the shoulders gently, and Ye Zhikui said, "Thank you for your hard work," then shook his head and refused, "No, don't bother General Nie, I'd better help me to the wounded barracks first."

With the support of two personal soldiers, Ye Zhikui slowly approached the wounded camp. Before he could enter the door, he heard a loud voice coming from inside.

"Damn, you don't know. At that time, Mr. Ye pointed at the Japanese officer and said to me, Zhao Ergou, if you don't fuck this little Japanese, you will have no share of drinking and eating meat tomorrow. When I heard this, I was anxious. I patted my chest and said, Mr. Ye, don't worry, this Qing Dynasty art of shooting art, I, Ergou, I want to say second, no one dares to say first. Then I glanced at the direction of the Japanese with one eye. After a shot, I fucked several Japanese officers. Mr. Ye picked up his eyes and looked at it. He was happy at that time. He patted my shoulder and said, "Okay! Your dog is doing a good job. When I win, I will reward you a Japanese woman." "Is that true, Team Zhao!" "Captain Zhao, brag, Master Ye didn't say reward you Japanese women!"

As soon as Ye Zhikui entered the door, he saw a group of lightly wounded people surrounding the captain of the artillery team, Zhao Ergou. The other wounded people lying beside him were also pricking their ears, listening to Zhao Ergou bragging about his achievements.

The young wounded man not far from the door discovered Ye Zhikui first, and could wait for Ye Zhikui to stop him. The young wounded man quickly stood up and called Ye Shao. The wounded man around him immediately discovered Ye Zhikui. Zhao Ergou stood in the crowd embarrassedly, rubbing his hands.

Ye Zhikui couldn't help but smile, glanced at him, and said, "Captain Zhao, I don't have Japanese women here, do the Korean women want them?"

When the injured who stood up sat down, Ye Zhikui looked around for a week. The wounded barracks were the largest. More than 300 people filled the courtyard. Some of these wounded soldiers sat and some lying down. Although the courtyard was a bit messy, it was still clean. Because of the victory, the morale of the wounded was pretty good.

Ye Zhikui found a place to sit down and continued, "Brothers, I, Ye, thanked me here in advance. I hope that my brothers can recover well and recover as soon as possible and fight side by side with me, Ye Zhikui. Those seriously injured brothers are safe, so I will arrange my livelihood in the future and will not let my brothers suffer grievances. Our Yongzi Camp will never give up any brother, and will not give up, and will not give up!"

The wounded soldiers were already very moved when they saw Ye Zhikui visiting him regardless of his injuries. When they heard Ye Zhikui's words, they were even more grateful from the bottom of their hearts. People's hearts are full of flesh. Compared with the officers of other battalions, it was clear who treats who is good to whom. I immediately remembered the words of a soldier dying for his confidant. Ye Zhikui then visited Wu Dashan and other injured officers, and transferred some of the injured soldiers to his courtyard.

With Ye Zhikui's lead, the officers who were not injured visited the injured barracks for a while, which invisibly made the Qing army pay more attention to the wounded soldiers.

In the Japanese military clinic, several Japanese non-commissioned officers were surrounding Yoshima Oshima's bedside. Yoshima Oshima was not killed by accident due to a puppy. However, due to serious injuries to his left leg, although it was not destroyed, he was afraid that he would leave sequelae after healing and became a cripple.

At this time, Yoshihara Oshima's eyes were covered with bloodshots and a gloomy face. Looking at the information in his hand, it was something that was Ye Zhikui's basic information. Standing in front of him was Mitsuko Kamio, the leader of the North Korean intelligence team, this time, the thin two pages of paper were almost turned over by Yoshihara Oshima. The more he looked, the more angry he became. Yoshihara Oshima slapped him with a backhand, and a snap almost made Mitsuko Kamio to the ground.

Yoshima Oshima shouted angrily: "Baga! What is your dijitao-jun doing? The Empire spends huge sums of money to make you eat, drink and have fun in North Korea. Why is such an important general in the Qing Dynasty only so little information? Don't give me a detailed information within three days. You, the dijitao-jun, are waiting to go to the military court to break the empire!"

Kamio Mitsuko held his face in his hand and thought to himself: It’s not that you, Oshima Yoshima, was arrogant and did not take the Qing army into consideration, which led to this defeat. But he wanted to put the blame on our intelligence department. It was really ridiculous. Although Kamio Mitsuko was angry, he dared to show it. Now Oshima Yoshima was angry and had to lower his head and respond: "Hi! General, it is a dereliction of duty for Huzhi. Huzhi will hand over the detailed information of Ye Zhikui as soon as possible." Seeing Oshima Yoshima getting angry, the officers around him dared not say anything.
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