Darkness enveloped the earth. On the Lu army's position, the military band blew the foreign trumpet and the big sword slashed at the head of the Japanese, spreading the position. The officers seized the time and put shoe polish on their leather shoes. The Lu army officer's combat rules: Even if they died in battle, their leather shoes should be bright. Some officers and soldiers who could write in the dim light, writing at their desks, leaving the last instructions for their homes.

Soldiers who can write have become the most popular group. Those who don’t know how to write cans of cigarettes or meat can be taken out and asked the other party to write a letter for themselves. Even if they are about to die, they always have to leave something for their homes.

"Tell your child that he should remarry with him and don't let him suffer grievances. And... let the child grow up and serve the general." The veteran said endlessly. The soldier who wrote the letter was no longer dozing off. He was really sleepy. Besides, he didn't know so many words, and it was very difficult to write.

"You are so sleepy, so hurry up and go to bed, I'll write it."

A flower of lights, a person suddenly walked into this small room. Several soldiers were shocked. They had just put their hands on the gun, but they immediately let go. The sleepyness disappeared without a trace with the wind.

"Master!Master!" Standing in the room, Zhao Guanhou in a big dress, was surrounded by guards with revolvers. The soldiers guarding this small fortress all became excited and nervous. He kept patting his body and lowered his head to check, fearing that there was a trace of inappropriateness.

Zhao Guanhou smiled and took the pen from the soldier, smiling at the veteran, "What do you want to write? I'll write it for you. Don't be restrained, everyone is brother. Whether it's from Shaanxi, northern Jiangsu or on Huai, eating in the same pot is brother. How about it, our enemies are very powerful this time, are you afraid?"

"Not afraid!" The veteran stood attentively and bowed.

"We were born as a king of saving the country. We were also a company commander there. But we were not as good as serving in the Lu army. When we were a king of saving the country, the people would run away after seeing it. Now that we are a army of Lu, the people will give us food and dismantle the door panels to serve as stretchers. This soldier is happy to be a soldier! With a leader like the commander, we dare to fight anyone!"

The platoon leader kicked the veteran next to him, "What are you talking about? Grandmaster, please go back quickly, the front line is not safe. The Eastern Japanese have gunmen."

The battle stopped temporarily, but the gunshots did not disappear. Occasionally, one or two gunshots would cut through the quiet night.

Fusang and Lu Army, on the front line, had a group of gunmen moving in the night. As long as you find where the light was exposed, you could shoot it with one shot. Smoking a cigarette after the war is a common pastime for soldiers. However, on such nights, unless you are in a strong fortress or a chest wall, matches may provide coordinates for the opponent's soldiers and be shot by gun bullets.

Due to the limitation of the gun level, this kind of shooting accuracy is not high, but if you are not lucky, you may be killed by one shot.

Zhao Guanhou smiled and said, "You are not afraid on the front line. Are I afraid? I am with my brothers. How can the Japanese devils do me? I see everyone's hard work and will never forget them. After the war, everyone will be rewarded and have a good life. Fight well, I will not let you suffer any losses. The Japanese are very powerful, and our Lu army is not cowards. I am right by your side, fight with them and see who is better in the end."

He sat down and picked up the pen, "Don't you want to write a letter? His culture is not good. I will write it for you, so I will guarantee that it is better than him."

The platoon leader glared at the veteran and reminded the other party not to be timid. He should know how to advance and retreat and not delay the Grandmaster's rest. The veteran touched the back of his head, "We have nothing to say, the Grandmaster will write another sentence, my daughter, let's join the army for Zhao Guanshuai, and it is a blessing to die on the battlefield for Zhao Guanshuai. My young man, if anyone dares to oppose the Grandmaster, I will not let him go as a ghost!"

In the temporary camps of the Fusang army, there were also people working at night and writing hard. Of course, the Fusang army, which pays attention to class, would not have any officers writing letters for soldiers. These writers are all the staff of the army, and the content they wrote is the statistics of the results of the day and the losses.

The battle on this day was undoubtedly the Fusang Army. It took only one day to change the front line of the Lu Army, and the speed of progress was beyond reproach. However, a huge price was paid to achieve this goal.

The artillery's previous crazy bombardment almost fired a small base of artillery shells out. At present, the support of the Fusang army is tight. Although the construction of Longkou port is progressing quickly, it is still a while before the ideal capacity is realized. The artillery shells are used for less than one round. If it continues like this, it will take a few days for the artillery to be used for infantry.

The number of infantry soldiers who served as commando teams was also very serious. Thirty percent of the soldiers died on the spot, and more than half of them were injured. With the current medical level of Fusang front line, less than one-third could be cured. Most of the soldiers were lying in the injured barracks and could not get good rescue and return to the battlefield. They could only wait there for the wound to get inflamed and ulcerated, and eventually they could either amputate or die.

Fusang has limited medical staff and it is impossible to care for so many wounded people. The officers give priority to treatment, and soldiers can only depend on luck. Since penicillin was hoarded in large quantities before the war, the treatment plan proposed by the doctors was finally no longer just amputation. However, penicillin injection alone cannot solve all the problems. The care that should be taken cannot be done, and people still cannot re-enter the battlefield. This non-combat reduction also caused great headaches for Fusang's staff.

In the final analysis, it is that the troops are not sufficient. If there are 100,000 troops invested in the battlefield, it would be much simpler. In the pre-war war chess performance, the Fusang army was progressing smoothly, including solving the ace division in Shandong, without having to spend so much effort. However, when it comes to the battlefield, it must be admitted that there is still a big difference between the actual battlefield and the war chess. At least the referee will not help, nor can he add tens of thousands of troops at will.

"Materials...all problems are materials." The staff officer roared angrily, using this to shirk responsibility for cheating in war games and setting up plans.

"If we have enough supplies on the front line, then all these problems will not be a problem. Also, there are insufficient troops. We only have three divisions, the Marines of the Navy, which should be allocated to us for use as a striking force."

"Yes, I heard that the navy's advancement in Qingdao fortress was slower than turtles crawling. I knew for a long time that these dolphins from Etan Island were destined to accomplish nothing. They would only waste materials and consume the precious resources of the empire. If all the navy's huge funds were invested in the army, the entire Shandong would now be owned by the empire."

"Including the navy under the command of the army as soon as possible is the key to Shandong's victory!"

After cursing the navy routinely, several staff members had to turn back to face their own problems. With such a huge loss, tomorrow's battle would definitely not be fought like this. But if they don't fight like this, what kind of strategy should they come up with to solve the second line of defense of the Lu army?

If such war losses are taken into the newspaper, what is the dignity of the army? The great imperial army dignity is related to the face of His Majesty the Emperor and the glory of the entire empire, and it cannot be desecrated. Therefore... the great imperial army staff group decided to play the glorious tradition of the army: fictional war report.

Statistics is a mysterious science. The staff of the empire obviously have extraordinary achievements in statistics. For example, missing the battlefield cannot be considered a death, right? If you are injured, how can this be considered a death? You can only be considered a wounded person. As for death due to injury, it has nothing to do with the battlefield, it is purely a personal physical condition. In short, anyone who has not died on the battlefield cannot be considered a death.

Secondly, those who die on the battlefield cannot be said to be killed in battle. For example, if there is no corpse, it cannot be considered dead. Or if they are not hit by bullets, it cannot be called dead. For example, those who die under artillery fire and the two sides are intertwined with artillery fire, how can we conclude that he was killed by enemy artillery fire?

The last move is to count the number of casualties in each corps. When reporting, the number of casualties in each corps is calculated, and when reporting, the statistics of each corps are based on the statistics. In this way, some of the dead can become ghostly populations in this text game, and be rejected by each corps, and they can disappear from the death directory.

There is a lot of work to do in terms of the number of annihilation of the enemy. Anyway, the Lu army's corpses were contained by the enemy themselves, so this kind of thing can be said casually. Therefore, in the battle report that day, Fusang statistics were: On that day, there were more than 3,000 corpses on the Lu army's battlefield, but because the battlefield was completely controlled by our army, the Lu army had no way to contain them. Later, after the Lu army took the initiative to negotiate, our army allowed them to contain the corpses based on humanitarian principles. According to the recalls of the soldiers at the scene, the Lu army used up the corpse bags and reused the corpse boxes, and finally could only wrap the corpses with cloth. Our imperial army achieved a great victory in the first phase of the Weifang Battle with a casualty ratio of one to five...

As the night gradually became deeper, the army staff were proud of their wisdom and loyalty to the empire. After fighting in the middle of the night, the number of casualties in the army dropped significantly, maintaining the army's decency. As for how to fight the next day, an old staff member had a firm opinion:

"For the exchange of ammunition for victory, this is the tactical plan proposed by our combat staff. As for whether the shells are sufficient, it is the issue that the supply staff should consider. Everyone should follow their respective duties to formulate strategies and do not overstep their authority."

When an orderly sold his staff to the staff, several staff members were celebrating proudly and the great bombardment tactics were formulated. As long as they acted according to this plan, the number of casualties in the army would drop significantly, and the initiative of the entire battle would be completely in their own hands.

"I can't wait to taste the beautiful female students in Weifang City." A staff officer grabbed the rice ball and stuffed it into his mouth, and his eyes floated out of the tent. "I believe that the Lu army has reached its limit. They are destined to be a sleepless night tonight. How could the former Jin army bear such casualties? Maybe, in two days or one day, the Lu army will have to consider withdrawing from the battlefield. I hope those women will not be taken away, after all, they are the most interesting spoils..."

Two explosions came from outside. The staff members' faces remained the same. In the military camp, such a voice was nothing. A staff officer smiled and punched the staff officer's shoulder, "Guishanjun, your joke seems to be very popular. Someone actually set off firecrackers to celebrate."

"These damn red deer will never know what discipline is, and they dare to throw things in the military camp. I think their commanders will definitely clean up military discipline at this time..."

Before he finished speaking, the explosion sounded again. The explosion sounded one after another, dense and strong, like spring thunder, exploded in the camp in Fusang. The smiles on the faces of several staff officers were gone, and someone quickly pulled out his pistol and shouted out: "What happened?"

Soon, some soldiers reported the situation back: the Lu army attacked at night, and the situation was unknown!

In this era, night battles are not common. In the dark, it is difficult to distinguish between the enemy and us, and it is easy to create a misunderstanding of our own people killing each other. In addition, night battles are not easy to control the troops, and there may be some harassment by small groups of troops, but night battles by large troops are basically impossible to see.

The Fusang Army itself is a good player who is good at launching night battles and is quite prepared for night attacks. However, Shang Quan launched night attacks with the forces of two regiments, which was not something the Fusang people could not be wary of. The Lu army received strict night battle training, and each of the two elite troops carried six bullets with their hands. After solving the sentinels, they directly touched into the Fusang military camp and then launched an attack with their hands.

The temporary camp did not have strong defense capabilities. When the explosion sounded, the Fusang Army was knocked out. In the dark night, there was no way to judge the specific numbers of the Lu Army. I only knew that there were Lu Army everywhere, there were bullets everywhere, and the machete was waiting for him.

If it was an ordinary army, under such an attack, the battalion would be bombed or collapsed on a large scale. However, the Fusang soldiers were worthy of being the first-class strong soldier in Asia at this time. The chaos at the beginning did not last long, and officers came out to organize counterattacks. The soldiers in disarray quickly integrated and raised their rifles to kill the enemy in the dark.

During the night battle, the power of guns and bullets was greatly weakened, leaving bullets and hand blades with hand, becoming the mainstream of war. The Lu army's bayonet ruthlessly stabbed the chest of Fusang soldiers, while the Fusang Army shouted, "Please try the Lu army's heroic wrists of my Fusang men." He used the bayonet to fight back.

The attackers and defenders fought for the living space and fought for the warriors who fought to their hometown, strangled into a group. Each soldier loyally performed his duties. The wounded soldiers of the Lu army simply pulled the remaining hands and left bullets on their bodies, and died with the enemies in front of them. The Fusang Army also had precedents of the precedents that they still raised their bayonets and stabbed their legs shaking in front of them after falling injured.

Will, courage, organization, training, and any of the Fusang Army were no less than the Lu Army. However, after losing the initiative and being killed by the Lu Army, he naturally fell behind. By the time a large number of troops completed the assembly and reorganized the counter-assault, the Lu Army had already begun to retreat.

The night was not friendly to the pursuers. The night attack of the Lu army was not on a whim, but was prepared for it. Outside the camp, there were also a considerable number of soldiers responsible for defense. As soon as the Fusang army came out, they encountered a volley of gunfire. They shot at each other in the night for a while, and finally, they could only watch the Lu army leave calmly.

This attack did not cause much direct damage to the Fusang army, but it had a significant impact on morale. What's more serious is that a temporary warehouse was thrown into the Lu army and left ammunition, and the ammunition stored in the warehouse was seriously damaged. It was obviously not good news for the attack the next day.

Exhaustion was written on the face of every Fusang soldier, and the emotions were more than exhausted: fire. Being fussed by the Lu army, the joy of victory faded. In the command center, Lieutenant General Kamishiwa's face was also tightly stern, and he said coldly:
Chapter completed!