Holding the original shares, they fought all the way to the Korean War!

The bayonet fighting lasted for about ten minutes.

At first, you could still hear the shouts and roars of the Japanese soldiers.

Later, those sounds gradually subsided.

Instead, there was the dull thud of a bayonet piercing flesh and the occasional short scream.

Later, even those sounds disappeared.

Zhao Wenlong stood in the center of the battlefield, holding the blood-stained rifle in his hand, his gaze sweeping over his surroundings.

No one is standing anymore.

The last Japanese soldier had at least seven or eight knife wounds on his body, and his uniform was soaked in blood.

He was still trying to raise the gun, but his hand could no longer grip the handle.

A soldier from the first battalion stepped forward.

Without hesitation, the bayonet pierced his chest.

It ended that Japanese soldier's suffering.

The entire filter valley outlet section was completely quiet.

Hundreds of Japanese soldiers' corpses lay scattered haphazardly at the bottom of the valley and on both sides of the road.

Some lay face up, some were lying in the mud, and some were piled up together.

Their postures differed, but their endings were all the same.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, mixed with the smell of gunpowder and dust, making one want to cover their mouth and nose.

The soldiers of the New Second Regiment were scattered across the battlefield.

They carried blood-stained rifles, panting heavily.

Their faces, bodies, and hands were covered in blood, some of their own and some of the Japanese soldiers'.

Some soldiers had their uniforms ripped by bayonets, some had blood flowing from their arms, and some had a cut on their shoulders.

But no one fell.

Zhao Wenlong stood among the corpses and looked down at the rifle in his hand.

He then looked around at the soldiers who were panting heavily.

No one cheered, no one celebrated.

None of the shouts and laughter that should have followed a victory were heard at this moment.

Everyone just stood there in silence.

Looking at the Japanese soldiers' corpses lying on the ground.

Zhao Wenlong sheathed his bayonet and turned to walk towards Zhou Tianyang.

He walked up to Zhou Tianyang without speaking, taking a few deep breaths before opening his mouth, his voice carrying a calmness born of forced restraint.

"Commander, the Japanese soldiers have all been eliminated."

"I haven't taken a headcount yet, but there are definitely casualties on our side."

Zhou Tianyang nodded, shifting his gaze from Zhao Wenlong's face to sweep across the entire battlefield.

He saw soldiers retreating from the battlefield, people helping each other walk to the rear, and people kneeling beside their comrades, bandaging their wounds.

"Gather the wounded together and treat their wounds immediately."

His voice wasn't loud, but every word carried an undeniable certainty.

"Each battalion must count the casualties and confirm the number of personnel; not a single one can be missing."

Zhao Wenlong nodded and turned to walk towards the First Battalion.

Zhou Tianyang stood at the edge of the battlefield, his gaze sweeping across the entire valley, remaining motionless for a long time.

The battle is over.

We won.

But victory never comes without a price.

The bodies of fourteen soldiers were neatly laid out by the roadside.

Some of them were very young, looking no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, with a touch of childishness on their faces.

Some are older.

Everyone had their eyes closed, as if they were asleep.

When the soldiers who were bandaging their wounds saw the four bodies, they would pause for a moment, and then bandage them even more tightly.

Another twenty minutes or so passed.

The casualty counts from each battalion were reported one after another.

The battalion suffered three dead, three seriously wounded, and more than twenty lightly wounded.

The Second Battalion suffered four dead, five seriously wounded, and more than a dozen lightly wounded.

The Third Battalion suffered three dead, four seriously wounded, and over thirty lightly wounded.

The fourth battalion suffered four dead, two seriously wounded, and more than ten lightly wounded.

The four infantry battalions together suffered fourteen casualties.

More than ten people were seriously injured, and more than seventy people were slightly injured.

After hearing those numbers, Zhou Tianyang remained silent for a long time.

"All the wounded have been sent back to Lijia Yu."

He turned around and looked at a communications officer.

"Tell the medics of our Second New Regiment to spare no effort to save the lives of every seriously wounded soldier."

"yes!"

The communications officer responded and quickly ran off to make the arrangements.

Zhou Tianyang turned back around, his gaze falling on the dozen or so young corpses.

After a while.

Zhao Wenlong, Tian Chengjun, Sun Shengli, and Deng Chen gathered around him and stood beside him.

No one spoke; everyone stood there in silence.

A while later.

Zhao Wenlong then spoke.

"Commander, we won!"

"Yes, we won."

Zhou Tianyang did not look away.

"Koichi Abe's 107th Regiment, with more than 3,000 men, was completely annihilated by our New 2nd Regiment."

"The entire regiment's command system was destroyed, and their artillery positions were taken."

"The main force was surrounded in this gentle slope area, and the last few hundred men were also killed by us with bayonets."

He paused, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled.

"In this battle, we fought against a regular Japanese regiment."

"This is the largest Japanese force we have faced since the formation of our new Second Regiment."

"We are outnumbered, outgunned, but have the advantage in terrain."

"We won."

His voice remained steady, but something was churning beneath that calm.

"This proves one thing."

"The new Second Regiment has already acquired the capability to engage in direct combat with the main force of the Japanese army."

"We don't rely on sneak attacks or luck; we rely on real combat strength."

He paused, his voice lowering slightly.

"This ability was obtained at the cost of soldiers' lives."

Zhao Wenlong's lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Tian Chengjun stood to the side, his gaze also falling on the dozen or so bodies.

After a moment of silence.

He began to speak.

"The commander is right."

"Our Second New Regiment got to where we are today by risking our lives."

"We must remember the sacrifices of these fourteen comrades, and those who were injured."

Sun Shengli, unusually, refrained from making jokes; he stood at the back of the crowd and nodded.

Deng Chen did not speak.

Zhou Tianyang remained silent for a moment.

Then he turned around and his gaze swept across the faces of the people one by one.

"Clean up the battlefield, remove the corpses, collect supplies, and rescue the wounded."

"Evacuate this area before dark."

Several people responded at the same time and turned around to make arrangements.

Zhou Tianyang stood still, without moving.

His gaze swept over the fourteen bodies, over the wounded being carried onto stretchers, and over the soldiers packing their belongings.

Zhou Tianyang knew that the new Second Regiment was different now.

After this battle, the Second New Regiment truly had the confidence to confront the main force of the Japanese army head-on.

Those fallen soldiers, their blood was not shed in vain.

After a while.

Zhou Tianyang waved to the communications officer behind him.

Two young soldiers ran over quickly and stood at attention.

Zhou Tianyang's gaze swept across the two faces, his voice not loud, but every word was clear.

"You, go to the brigade headquarters and report the battle situation to the brigade commander."