C991 postwar wrap-up

A portion of the tyrants following old ginseng head were also running over, but after hearing Dragon Lord's arrogant words, a few of them were not convinced.

Why are you so unwilling when we rush to send our disciples into your hands? Are you trying to put on airs and look down on us men who are outside of our borders? Is your soldier awesome...

Of course, we admit that your troops are powerful, but we aren't inferior in any way. Was there a need to be so overbearing?

The old ginseng head people were old and experienced, he had already guessed the thoughts of the strange people, and could not help but sneer in his heart, "These two hundred and fifty people, they don't even have a shred of wits like you guys. "Sooner or later, he'll be eliminated …"

The age of life is a fortune, many experiences will not be taught to you for nothing, only comprehended by yourself.

If Dragon Lord were to make all sorts of promises to old ginseng head with a smile on his face, old ginseng head would not dare to bring out his elites.

Never would he have thought that the General Xiang would actually say that he wanted to train soldiers, and would even say that he wanted to train soldiers to death! This time, old ginseng head made the right bet.

Training the troops would require a lot of manpower and material resources. To choose a good officer to teach them, as well as spending money to buy equipment to equip these people, just the cost of bullets was not a small amount.

Since they are willing to put in so much effort to train you, then I won't use you as cannon fodder. This is the same as doing business. The more you invest, the more you want to return.

He couldn't possibly make a business deal with such a large sum of money, right? That was why the General Xiang's attitude was such a cooperative one, it was a pity that many people did not understand it even up to now.

Forget it, old ginseng head did not have the obligation to explain. Right now, the eastern horizon has already turned bright, and the cleaning speed of the battlefield is getting faster and faster. Breakfast has already been prepared.

Although the battle was over, there was still a lot of work to be done. Counting the casualties on both sides, verifying the identities of the dead, treating the injured, imprisoning the prisoners, and burying the corpses were all very important tasks.

After a preliminary calculation, the total strength of the Russian Army was 1200 people, which was not the 1500 people described in the intelligence report. Among them, 400 died in battle and 600 were captured.

In comparison, the casualty rate of the Bravehearts was lower. 300 deaths in battle, 200 serious injuries, and more than 100 citizens of the three-way groove had lost their lives due to the calamity.

Dragon Lord paced around the campfire with a livid expression. Beside him were Ye Qiu and the other middle ranking commanders. "There's a problem with this fight, there's a huge problem!" We should not have suffered so many casualties. Our weapons are superior, our soldiers are superior, and it's even a sneak attack. With a tooth broken in the first battle, how can we fight in the future? "

"There's going to be a wrap-up meeting, and soon, the unit will be used to complete the meeting, and everyone will have to speak and learn from it. The class records will be sent to Queue length to be summarized, and the Queue length's records will be sent to Company Commander to be summarized, and finally, all will be handed over to me …"

"Everyone, remember, our ultimate goal is to establish an independent nation in the Far East. The war will last for a very long time, possibly three to five years, perhaps even ten years …"

"In such a long period of time, every single soldier is our darling, we definitely can't send ourselves to our deaths for nothing … Three hundred people! Three hundred lives were lost here! How hateful! "Damn it!"

Rather than saying that he was being reprimanded by his subordinates, it would be more accurate to say that he was being reprimanded.

According to the Prime Minister's plan, after the brave troops landed, they should quickly scatter and move about in the dark water of the mountains with the platoon as the unit. The battles should be based on sneak attacks, ambushes, and sniping; one spear after another, and accumulating small victories was the way to go.

Using the small victories to win the hearts and minds of the people, and finally with the support of a large number of aborigines, we will fight a large-scale battle when the time is ripe.

Dragon Lord could understand the Prime Minister's way of thinking, but when it came to carrying it out, he would subconsciously bring it into his heart. Moreover, this feeling of being in control of himself was welcomed by many middle ranking officers.

Especially for those Japanese samurai s, they urgently needed a brilliant victory. Their race was a race that urgently needed quick and violent results.

Dragon Lord felt this emotion from the Japanese. He knew that these Japanese would not stop until they had fought a real bloody battle.

The bonfire was lit in the wilderness. Ten people sat around a bonfire and began the post-war conference. In this era, Japan admired Chinese culture a lot, so Chinese and Chinese were the most important foreign languages in Japanese.

60% of the warriors in the army could speak some simple Chinese, and it was even easier to communicate using Chinese characters. Even the wild warrior could write some basic Chinese characters.

The aboriginals of the Far East could not understand why these soldiers were so strange. They did not rest and eat after the bloody battle, and instead started a meeting immediately.

"Damn it, what kind of army is this?" Everyone takes out a small notebook and writes and paints.

"That's impossible! "The world has never heard of a soldier who recognizes characters. Doesn't he know how to read and write even when he's already a government official?"

What made them even more confused was that this was clearly a victory, but everyone in the meeting had a solemn expression on their faces.

The reason was simple, this blood battle had completely intimidated the warriors. Russian soldier, who was as violent as a war bear last night, had taught them a very important lesson.

All of their arrogance had been dispelled. They finally knew that they were not invincible. In this world, there was truly a fighting spirit that was even more fanatical than martial arts.

He was still able to fight with all his might even though he had been hit several times. He didn't even know the pain when he grabbed the blade with his bare hands. His strong physique could even shatter a weakling's head with a single punch.

Ye Qiu walked over to a bonfire and coldly looked at the silent crowd, saying, "Last night, we actually won with great difficulty because the Russian Army only had two hundred or so elites. The rest are all from the Tongusi region and are the Cossack's servants!"

"We just interrogated them. The Haishenwai had transferred 300 Cossack s here to attack the gold mine, if those 300 people were still there, then even if we won last night, how much blood would we lose? Have you all thought about … "

"Now, open your hearts, speak your true thoughts, and abandon all that is in the past! The war in the future will be so complicated that it will be hard for all of you to imagine … "