Liao Mingyu smiled knowingly, and then gave the order to the opposite party: "Let the first main regiment withdraw, the second regiment start crossing the river, and the materials from the baggage camp are sent over quickly."

With the support of Jamie and others, this wave of Japanese attacks was repelled again, and Takeuchi did not continue to send troops to attack. They also needed to take a breather under the high-intensity attack and painful losses.

Taking advantage of his breather, Chen Jize ordered his people to quickly send the injured soldiers off the battlefield and continue to increase defense efforts. It was obvious that the Japanese could not just give up.

The logistics troops stepped up their efforts to transport the wounded back to the east coast, and at the same time sent large quantities of supplies to the frontline troops on the west coast. Bullets, weapons, medicines, food... all of these were the backbone supporting this battle.

Fighting requires more than just courage and perseverance to destroy the enemy. Without strong logistics support, even if the soldiers on the West Bank gain the upper hand, they will lose their advantage in the fierce battle that follows and end in failure.

Fortunately, Liao Mingyu has been hoarding various supplies during this period. Although he can't say that it is full, it is still enough to cope with the progress of this battle.

Li Lei set up a temporary rescue station not far from the river bank, giving priority to the seriously injured, while the wounded in relatively stable conditions were sent to the field hospital behind.

Yu Xiaoqing integrated his medical team with the Sichuan Army Corps. He is not a brainless person. The two armies no longer distinguish between you and me. Treating the wounded as much as possible is the top priority.

At this time, the veterinarian also came to the west bank with a rescue team of more than 200 people. They shuttled through various traffic trenches in the position, simply bandaged the seriously injured soldiers and carried them off the battlefield in time.

The fighting was so brutal, especially the two battalions at the front of the Yu Division's First Regiment. There were almost no uninjured soldiers. The corpses that had been blown up by the bombs were everywhere. It was a tragic scene.

It's shocking.

"Oh, you kid... Go back and let Mr. Li take a look, your ears are bleeding from the shock."

On the battlefield, the veterinarian was checking Hong Mu's injured ear. The latter just waved his hands indifferently and said, "I'm fine. Uncle Hao, please go elsewhere."

The rescue team is constantly searching, and among those "corpses" there are one or two soldiers who are still alive. If they don't get timely treatment, they will really turn into cold corpses.

"There is someone alive here! Come and help." A soldier shouted in surprise.

I saw that the legs of this soldier lying on the ground had been blown to pieces. His face was pale and his breath was weak. His blood had almost dried up after such a long time. He was obviously dying, but the medical soldier still used a tourniquet to cut off his legs.

Tighten your legs.

A veteran squad leader ran over to take a look at the situation, shook his head helplessly and said: "It's hopeless. Give him a shot of morphine and leave the rest alone. It will be a death if he takes it back."

"How do you know it's hopeless!? Isn't he still alive?" the young medical soldier retorted unconvincingly. He really couldn't bear to just ignore the situation like this.

"You brat, are you trying to teach me a lesson? Go save those who are more worthy of saving, don't waste time here!" The squad leader grabbed him by the collar and roared angrily at the new recruit.

At this moment, the wounded soldier on the ground seemed to have heard their quarrel, and moved his lips with difficulty and groaned.

"See, he's still alive!" The medical soldier pulled him up unbelievingly: "Stretcher! Get a stretcher quickly."

"Bang...ding!"

The innocent medical soldier shouted and just stood up straight. A bullet from an unknown source instantly penetrated his helmet, and his blood and brains sprayed all over the floor.

"Damn it!" the squad leader cursed and immediately grabbed the gun and hid behind the bunker: "Did you see clearly? Where did it come from?"

"Bang!" Another shot, but this time everyone hid, and the little devil didn't hit anyone.

"Left! In that patch of grass!" A soldier who saw it immediately shouted.

"Hit me!"

The firepower of a squad was concentrated and immediately enveloped the bush. The soldiers were worried and threw two grenades over it. The little Japs hiding inside were either dead or disabled.

"Get ready for me. The little devil's bullets don't have long eyes. Don't let yourself get involved in saving others!"

The squad leader warned sternly. Looking at the little soldier with his eyes wide open and lifeless on the ground, he felt uncomfortable.

The surrounding rescue team soldiers crawled forward cautiously, and while rescuing, they had to beware of the cold guns of the little devils. Those beasts did not know how to be moral. They hid in the bushes not far away, and from time to time they would shoot at the Chinese soldiers who showed up.

Gun shooting.

Fan Xiangwu directly pulled the mortar to the front to deal with these bastards. Whenever he found where to place cold guns, he would be covered with artillery fire, which would not kill you pigs and dogs.

In the afternoon, the Japanese army launched five or six charges, but as expected, they were all blocked by Chen Jize. They made no achievements except leaving corpses on the battlefield.

After running out of ammunition, Jamie and the others began to return. Before leaving, he specifically informed Liao Mingyu that he would take his companions into the air again to assist them if necessary.

Long Wenwen, who was on the top of the mountain, also moved a gramophone next to the radio and kept playing the Japanese cherry blossom song. The sad song seemed to be a dirge for the little devil.

The little Japanese attacking in this song felt really uncomfortable, especially when it was mixed with Long Wenwen's extremely unpleasant singing voice, which made the Japanese soldiers feel unspeakably uncomfortable and aggrieved.

At 6:29 in the evening, seeing that the attack could not be held for a long time, Takeuchi Renshan had to order the withdrawal of troops and no longer carry out a suicidal attack.

The blood-red sunset was gradually fading, and the two sides were facing each other to the death. Neither side retreated, nor did either side charge.

The soldiers smoked cigarettes and sat slumped in the trenches, enjoying a short period of peace. After a whole day of melee, everyone was exhausted. Fortunately, food and hot water were sent from the rear in time, as well as a large amount of additional ammunition.

The wounded were also sent down, and even the bodies of soldiers who died in battle were gathered in the rear for identification and statistics by logistics personnel.

The Japanese troops on the opposite position were not so lucky. They were very cruel in their treatment of the wounded, which even frightened some veterans.

Those who were slightly injured had to return to the battlefield and continue fighting after being simply bandaged, while those who were severely injured and incapacitated were either left alone or given air injections to die suddenly, because there was really no extra medicine and manpower to take care of them, and death...

Maybe that's the best place for them to end up.

The eyes of the Japanese who were not dead were dull, looking at the sky and not knowing what they were thinking, while the dead... were just lying there without anyone paying attention.

There were still numerous corpses left on the battlefield, a strong smell of blood floated in the air, and the crows in the sky were croaking, as if preparing for the gluttonous feast that was about to begin.

At the same time, an uninvited guest came to the Nujiang front line.
Chapter completed!