More than a week after the battle, Li Feng was able to stand up and walk freely. Because Xiao Jin didn't want to endure the pain of alcohol disinfection, he simply delivered his things outside the door and left every time.

Erpang didn't want to endure the pain of alcohol disinfection, so he simply didn't even leave and just stayed at the hospital.

Because there are not much things happening recently, most of the burden has been on Ma Zhengcai, Song Yi and Xiao Wen, so Li Feng’s task is to stabilize the emotions of these wounded people in the hospital.

Today I went to this seriously injured area to see how the injured were? I went to another place to smoke with some veterans tomorrow, and then I was "beated" by the nurses.

The efficiency of killing pigs on the farm is very high. I heard that many pigs have been killed in recent days, and the pig heads have been invited back by the nearby landlord Lao Cai. I heard that they want to worship their ancestors and pray for peace.

The little fat man felt that it would be better to worship the gun in his hand than to pray for peace by his ancestors. Nothing is as strong as his back nowadays.

The common people have not done anything recently, especially those refugees. When they heard that the Eighth Route Army was going to recruit workers, they ran over, wearing a sack, which looked like a sack, and tied to their bodies.

Because Li Feng had collected a lot of cotton before, he now uses work-based disaster relief to make these refugees feel at heart. Knowing that they can eat enough by doing it is more important than how much disaster relief funds and disaster relief food.

Li Feng basically handed over the money sent from Chongqing to refugees. It is meaningless to be greedy for this money, and Li Feng would not be greedy for money at all. What he wanted more was food.

The Eighth Route Army local government provides many jobs, the most profitable one is to help the Eighth Route Army deal with the remains of martyrs, and then move the corpses of the Japanese.

Although the dead are the most important, the fat man did not want to let the corpses of these Japanese, so he simply asked a brave man to send a letter to the Japanese, asking them to use money to redeem the corpses.

Unexpectedly, these Japanese agreed without even saying the price, and were willing to pay a high price to redeem these corpses so that the Eighth Route Army would not hurt their bodies.

Li Feng naturally would not be interested in the Japanese corpse. After all, he is a normal person, but recently there are many abnormal people in the army, and he looks very anxious. Therefore, if there are holes stabbed by a knife on the Japanese corpse, or if the head is cut off, he will not care about him.

After all, the anger of their soldiers needs to be vented. They cannot cut off their own people. Of course, they have to cut off the Japanese. I haven’t heard that people are rushing to kill pigs recently!

Stabilizing the emotions of the wounded is a very heavy task. I don’t know what’s going on. I just saw a head nurse walking over to collect a large bag of cigarettes, but why did I turn my head and find that these veterans took out a pack from their bodies?

"Why did you get so much cigarette?" The little fat man watched the head nurse walk away, and quietly lit one, then grabbed Erpang to block it.

The veterans smiled and looked extremely vulgar. If they hadn't understood the personalities of these veterans, they would have thought these people were puppet soldiers!

"Hehe, boss, don't worry. We have made a fortune this time. You know the puppet troops nearby. These guys have always been very dishonest.

But they were afraid of death and were afraid that our bullets would not be eye-catching when fighting, but they did not want to give up the job of the puppet army. Therefore, the brothers simply thought of a way to make an agreement with them that they would be responsible for fighting the air when fighting the war, and we would be responsible for fighting the Japanese, and the two sides would be able to interfere with each other.

But one thing to be clear is that the puppet army must spend some money and pay some blood."

"Damn, you are collecting the capitation tax!" The little fat man admired the way these veterans and wanderers were doing. The capitation tax was actually taken to the puppet army. He had a very good deed and did a pretty job.

To put it bluntly, the matter is very simple, that is, the puppet army is afraid of death and has low combat effectiveness and is unwilling to give up the job of the puppet army.

The Eighth Route Army soldiers thought it was a coincidence. We happened to be the opposite of you. We are not afraid of death and we are very concerned about the benefits in your bowl.

So the puppet army had no choice but to save their lives on the battlefield and really had to pay for it. Not only that, tributes like cigarettes and white wine must not be missing at all, otherwise the Eighth Route Army would come to their house to greet them.

"Boss, I've learned from you!" The veterans were very disgusting in humility. They were not good things, but they had to pretend to be knowledgeable. No wonder they are still alive until now. It would be strange if a person with such a good mind died!

"It's a pity that many brothers can't smoke these cigarettes!" I don't know which veteran said, and then the atmosphere in the ward became cold. Everyone lowered their heads and didn't say anything, but just sucked the cigarette hard.

I don’t know how long it took, but after smoking a cigarette, Li Feng threw it on the ground and stomped it out, and then said to the veterans around him:

"I heard that the bodies of my brothers have been buried. This seventh head has just passed. We haven't caught up because of our injuries. After a while, we will wait until our injuries are better before going to take a look.

Remember, I have prepared all cigarettes and alcohol, and I can’t lose any of them. These days I’m preparing some other things and burn them all when I see them next time.”

The heavy snow in the sky had stopped, but the passion in the soldiers did not stop, and their sorrow did not stop either.

After a period of statistics, Song Yi finally completed their casualties. Seeing this number, he lowered his head and was unwilling to say more.

On this day, many people gathered in Li Feng's ward, and various squadrons sent people over. Because the fat man's injuries have not been completely healed yet and cannot move too far, the meeting can only be held in the hospital.

"Captain, this time the casualties of our squadrons totaled 2,748 people, including 762 people killed and 180 disabled. All the rest were severely injured and minor injuries!

Among them, the most casualties in the headquarters were more than 1,000 people, and most of the people who died were from the headquarters.

More than 800 guns were damaged, ten artillery pieces were damaged, and half of the ammunition was consumed..."

No matter how many families there are, they cannot compare with the dead brothers, and no matter how much money they spend, they cannot buy back the lives of the sacrificed warriors.

Hundreds of fresh lives disappeared from their sight forever. Li Feng was in a low mood. He did not expect that the casualties this time were so great that they directly injured the formation.

Even the local militia suffered heavy casualties, and several groups of militia were even wiped out in order to prevent the Japanese from advancing.
Chapter completed!