Zhao Ting and the others had caused the Japanese to suffer heavy casualties in a day. As a result, the Japanese were unable to organize a new attack until evening.
As night fell, the gunshots that had been resounding for the entire day within a radius of dozens of miles had also died down. Only the occasional sniping shot drew a dazzling arc in the night sky.
On this battlefield, the Chinese army and the Japanese army fought until blood flowed like rivers and corpses littered the ground.
The sky had darkened, and the troops of both sides had retreated to their respective trenches to rest. The place where the battle had taken place was a mess.
Wood and debris were burning in the dark night, reflecting a large number of charred corpses. The entire area was like a graveyard. The cold wind blew, making people's hair stand on end.
Due to Zhao Ting's outstanding performance during the day, the regiment headquarters had already officially issued an order for him to become the acting company commander.
At the same time, the regimental headquarters had already reported the results of him killing more than 20 ghosts alone during the day to the division headquarters.
On the cruel battlefield, the troops were fighting hard. In the battle of life and death, the morale of the troops was low.
Now, Zhao Ting had appeared out of nowhere and killed more than 20 Japanese soldiers in a day, including a few officers.
When the results were reported to the division headquarters, Commander Wang Wu was also shocked. He immediately called the 301st Regiment to confirm it.
After receiving confirmation from Zhang Lingpu, the division headquarters quickly reported the results to the left wing army headquarters.
Under the fierce attack of the devils, the left wing army had lost several positions. In just one day, they had destroyed three infantry divisions, and the defense line was on the verge of collapse.
When they received the report from the 51st Division, they knew that it was a good example to boost morale.
"Immediately write the record of sharpshooter Zhao Ting killing more than 20 Japanese soldiers in a day into promotional materials and distribute them to all units to boost morale!”The commander of the left wing army immediately gave the order.
"Yes, sir!"
"Wait!"
"Sir, do you have any other orders?"
"At the same time, report it to the major newspapers and let them publicize it vigorously.”
"Yes, sir!"
After the communications staff officer left, the commander of the left wing army called another staff officer over.
"Zhao Ting is an amazing sharpshooter. He killed more than 20 Japanese by himself. Not only did he help the troops defend their position, but he also successfully counterattacked. Such a talent needs to be greatly rewarded!”
When the advisor heard this, he frowned and said,""Sir, I heard that Zhao Ting has been promoted from platoon leader to company commander by the 51st Division. It would be inappropriate if he were to be promoted again. After all, if he was promoted too quickly, it would attract gossip and breed his pride.”
"Then let the entire army announce the commendation once. At the same time, we will reward them with 500 yuan as encouragement.”The commander of the left wing army thought for a moment and said.
"Yes, I'll do it now."
Zhao Ting, the hero of the entire army's commendation, did not know that he would immediately become the center of attention.
Although he had the War System, he did not have many points and had learned very few skills.
He knew that if he wanted to survive in this bloody battlefield and defeat the powerful Japanese soldiers, he would be too weak to rely on his own strength. He needed to have a team of his own and build a powerful army.
Although he was only a small company commander, he had only 31 soldiers left.
However, these 30 or so people were now his true team. Therefore, Zhao Ting was trying his best to familiarize himself with these subordinates and wanted to form his own small team.
Zhao Ting didn't have the aura of a king, nor did he have the ability to summon hundreds of people with a single call. Therefore, he could only use small favors to win over his subordinates who were familiar with him.
There were more than ten boxes of canned food seized from the Japanese. These were the Japanese's field rations, much better than the dry biscuits that Zhao Ting and the others ate.
After fighting for a whole day, he had not had time to eat. Zhao Ting was so hungry that his stomach was growling.
During the day, they didn't dare to cook because the Japanese soldiers had control of the air. Wherever they cooked, they would be bombed.
Under Zhao Ting's instructions, a few of his brothers had set up a military pot in a bunker and were cooking canned potatoes.
The firewood was burning, and the potatoes in the big pot were stewed until they were soft. Large pieces of canned meat were poured in, and the fragrance of the meat immediately filled the air, making the brothers drool.
"It's cooked. Let's eat!"
Zhao Ting was a culinary enthusiast in his previous life. Now that he was personally cooking, although he lacked seasoning, he made the meal fragrant. After tasting a little, he announced that it was time to eat.
With the aluminum lunch boxes in their hands, the brothers of the clay bowl immediately rushed forward and almost overturned the pot.
However, these brothers who wanted to fight for food were beaten back by Old Wang's first few hits.
"What's the point of snatching something that doesn't follow the rules? The captain has been tired for the whole day. Let the captain eat first.”Old Wang shouted at his drooling brothers.
"Yes, yes, Captain, you go first.”
The soldiers reacted and stepped aside, allowing Captain Zhao Ting to get the food first.
"Brothers, are you hungry?"
Zhao Ting didn't go up to get it. Instead, he smiled and placed his bowl on the ammunition box at the side.
"I'm hungry."
"Why are you still standing there? Give me the bowl, I'll get it for you.”
As Zhao Ting spoke, he took the brother's bowl over and filled it to the brim before handing it to the brother.
"Captain, you should eat first." This brother didn't dare to take it.
Old Wang chimed in," Captain, we can't break the rules. The officers should eat first."”
"What lousy rules? We are all brothers in the same trench. There is no such thing as a company commander now. Brothers, you fought well today.”
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