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"Commander, the results have been tallied. My 107th Division has killed 5632 Japanese soldiers, captured 9 75mm howitzers and destroyed 3, captured 5 Type 92 infantry guns and destroyed 2, captured more than 4,000 rifles and pistols, more than 60 grenade launchers, more than 200 warhorses, more than 500 mules and horses, 3 radios, and ammunition and supplies piled up like mountains."

Qiu Fengzi had never felt so triumphant. And these were only the bodies that had been found; if the bodies that couldn't be found were included, the number of enemies killed would increase considerably.

With a brigade and cavalry regiment, they won several battles, especially the ambush at Wolf Valley, where they wiped out two and a half battalions of the 30th Infantry Regiment, plus a cavalry battalion.

Zhao Yunwen was equally happy. He remembered that the Third Mixed Brigade was part of the Kwantung Army, with a total strength of about nine thousand men. They had eliminated six thousand and crippled them.

Considering that the remaining 3,000 men included supply troops, medical personnel, engineers, and non-combat personnel from brigade and regimental headquarters, the remaining field infantry could only number 2,000 before they were burned to ashes.

It is no exaggeration to say that the Third Mixed Brigade has lost its fighting capacity and it is extremely difficult for it to even protect itself.

Zhao Yunwen still asked with concern:

"How bad were the casualties among our brothers?"

Qiu the Madman quickly replied:

"Not a large number. The cavalry regiment suffered 52 casualties and 71 wounded. The 323rd Brigade and the 2nd Mountain Artillery Battalion suffered a total of 481 casualties, 207 seriously wounded, and more than 300 slightly wounded."

Zhao Yunwen mentally calculated that there were 533 dead, over 200 seriously wounded, and over 300 slightly wounded, for a total of 1200 casualties. Considering the seriously wounded who could recover later, the absolute battle losses were around 600.

Six hundred men was a considerable number for Zhao Yunwen, most of whom were veterans of countless battles. Losing even one of them would be painful, but considering the annihilation of six thousand enemy soldiers and the 1:10 exchange ratio, Zhao Yunwen could still accept it. After all, no war is without casualties.

Considering the need to maintain the morale of the troops, he immediately praised them:

"Brothers, you did a great job! You annihilated 6,000 enemy soldiers while suffering only 1,200 casualties. You achieved a great victory and were commended by the entire division."

All those who have rendered meritorious service will be listed and rewarded after the battle. The number of seriously wounded will be doubled, and the number of those who died in battle will be doubled again!

Everyone cheered in unison; Zhao Yunwen's affirmation was the greatest reward.

Qiu Fengzi was secretly pleased with himself. Although the cavalry regiment and the directly subordinate 2nd Mountain Artillery Battalion contributed to these victories, the main fighting force was the 323rd Brigade. As the brigade commander, he also got to hold his head high.

Now he has truly become Zhao Yunwen's right-hand man, just like Zhang Yi and Wang Guohua, and there will be no difference between them.

Thinking of this, he asked Zhao Yunwen for instructions:

"Commander, the Third Mixed Brigade has been utterly destroyed. What do we do next?"

After thinking for a moment, Zhao Yunwen said:

"The crushing defeat of the 3rd Mixed Brigade will probably teach the Japanese a lesson. Unless the entire 16th Division moves north, they won't dare to be arrogant."

I estimate that they will focus all their efforts on capturing Qi County to avoid fighting on two fronts, and then detour north to attack Lanfeng City;

As long as the Doihara Division remained within the encirclement, the 16th Division would not dare to advance westward to Kaifeng alone, and would eventually have to settle in Lanfeng City.

The Japanese troops will most likely not go through Wolf Valley again, but taking a detour will take at least an extra day, which would be fatal for the Doihara Division.

I decided to leave the 646th Regiment to guard the Wolf Valley Pass, while the main force retreated to the vicinity of Yangguji to rendezvous with the division headquarters. The next step would be to focus all efforts on dealing with the 16th Division's northward advance, assisting the 647th Regiment in defending Lanfeng City, and completely blocking the southward and westward routes of the Doihara Division.

"This means we're going to take down the Doihara Division head-on!" Qiu Fengzi exclaimed excitedly after hearing this.

"I'll make the arrangements right away and try to set off as soon as possible, so we can reach the assembly point and meet up with the division headquarters before dark."

Zhao Yunwen nodded, and after Qiu Fengzi left, his smile faded and his expression turned serious again.

The current situation is far better than in the other timeline, but it's not the time to be careless. A cornered dog will jump over the wall, not to mention that the Doihara Division still has fighting power, plus the 16th Division and the 13th Mixed Brigade, the Japanese still have at least 50,000 men.

The Battle of Lanfeng has entered a critical moment of life and death. Kenji Doihara, that old devil, will not be willing to surrender. The 16th Division and the 13th Mixed Brigade will also do their best to rescue him. Anything is possible.

Fortunately, the main fighting force of the 107th Division is still intact. After two rounds of reinforcements totaling 6,000 men, its combat strength has increased rather than decreased, making it sufficient to cope with the crisis.

Just as Zhao Yunwen was about to set off, a dialog box popped up on the system interface:

[Warning! Warning! A large number of enemy aircraft have appeared in the northeast direction!]

Zhao Yunwen ran the minimap at full speed and quickly spotted the Japanese aircraft group, which showed at least 80 planes, including 48 bombers and more than 30 fighters, which were Type 96 bombers.

"System, immediately rent a fighter jet regiment and ambush them in the airspace 60 kilometers northeast of Lanfeng City. Eliminate them all, and I'll get contribution points!"

Seeing that Zhao Yunwen was unusually generous, the system couldn't help but praise him:

[Host, you're so confident! Leave this to me! As long as you have contribution points, I'll take care of everything perfectly!]

Zhao Yunwen had paid a high price, so naturally he wanted to see a good show. The coordinates of the Japanese aircraft group had already been sent to the system, and he only needed to pay the bill afterward.

Dozens of kilometers away, Japanese aircraft approached menacingly, as if they were in an empty field;

Colonel Ishihara, who was leading the team, recalled the warning from the Chief of Staff of the Army Group and wore a playful smile.

In his view, this was simply a huge joke. The skies over the entire North China region had long been their backyard, and the surrounding Chinese people didn't even have a decent airport. So how could a mysterious fleet of aircraft threaten their safety?

This was just a routine bombing mission, and the formation would not be in danger even without their fighter escort.

With 50 kilometers remaining to their target airspace, and cruising at 300 kilometers per hour, they would reach Lanfeng in ten minutes at most, and then erase the small city from the map.

A large number of black dots appeared in the clouds to his side and ahead. His long-cultivated battlefield instincts made his heart pound. This was not a good omen.

Colonel Ishihara frowned and stared into the distance. As the black dot became clearer, his pupils slowly widened, as if he had seen a ghost!

"Baka yarou, enemy attack!"

The mysterious fleet of aircraft has indeed appeared, and there are many of them, estimated to be dozens!

Ishihara shook his head:

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

The mysterious swarm of aircraft shattered Colonel Ishihara's illusions with streaks of fire; the enemy had launched an attack, and anything was possible!

One Japanese warplane after another was shot down in mid-air, as easily as hunting turkeys, and the battle became one-sided from the very beginning.

The mysterious group of aircraft opened fire outside the range of the Japanese aircraft's machine guns, using powerful cannons. The cannons only needed to explode around the fuselage, and hundreds of high-speed fragments would be enough to shoot down the planes.

If hit directly by a shell, the plane would be instantly ignited, turning into a spectacular firework, and the pilot would not even have a chance to eject.

Colonel Ishihara was practically spitting fire at the two sides, and he roared:

"Report this to command immediately! A mysterious Chinese air force has appeared, numbering over a hundred, and equipped with machine guns!"

"Warriors, fight those Chinese!"

Following the agreed-upon communication method, Ishihara shook the wings of his aircraft, then pushed the speed to its limit, heading towards the desperate charge of the mysterious aircraft group.

The system's aircraft swarm entered a one-sided "smashing the weak" mode, swooping down on the Japanese like eagles catching chicks, shooting down Japanese planes one after another.

The planes were raining down like dumplings in the air, but unfortunately, the area below them was a range of mountains, so there weren't many spectators. This was the battlefield that Zhao Yunwen had carefully chosen using the minimap.

We should still maintain as much mystery as possible.

The bomber group was frantically fleeing for its life, scattering in all directions like a hornet's nest disturbed, trying to escape.

The system had already divided the tasks, with the troops split into several groups: one group to eliminate the Japanese fighter planes, and the rest to hunt down the bombers.

Zhao Yunwen was unusually generous, providing 72 P-38 fighter planes, which was more than enough to meet their needs. The one-sided massacre lasted for several tens of minutes, and not a single Japanese plane escaped, including Colonel Ishihara's star fighter plane.

[Host, the mission to destroy the enemy aircraft has been completed, taking 71 minutes, which is equivalent to one and a half hours, consuming a total of 108000 contribution points.]

The system notification brought Zhao Yunwen back to reality. He suspected that the system was precisely controlling his score, adding ten minutes or so each time and consuming an extra 36000 points. However, he had no evidence and could only accept it reluctantly.

[After deducting 108000 system contribution points, the remaining balance is 862700 points. It was a pleasure working with you. Please contact me if you need anything.]

"Damn, a full 100,000 points! You're ruthless!"