The battle was coming to an end, and only the scattered gunshots could be heard.
The last Japanese soldiers were just struggling on their deathbed. Facing the independent first column soldiers from all directions, there was only one outcome, and that was failure.
The victory of the battle had been decided the moment the 3rd division stepped onto this land.
Zhang Xueyuan saw that the battlefield was littered with corpses. Most of them were Japanese.
"Young Marshal, the troops are encircling the remaining enemies. The commander of the 3rd division, Ikutaro Inoue, has committed harakiri.”
Ma Xiaoguo's expression was cold, unable to conceal the shock in his heart. Such a victory was unprecedented.
"Yes, surround and annihilate them with all your might. Get the soldiers to clean up the battlefield. Remember, refill the bullets on every corpse to prevent the Japanese from making any last-ditch struggles. The casualties were counted, and the injured soldiers were sent back to Fengtian Hospital after being bandaged. The bodies of the fallen soldiers were also collected and sent back to Fengtian. They were the brave warriors of the Fengjun army, heroes. They could not let the heroes disappear like this.”
Zhang Xueyuan said emotionally. His tone was still calm. There was no way for the people to see the changes in his heart.
"Right, Old Marshal Lightning. Our independent 1st Regiment wiped out the 3rd Division of Japan and seized a lot of weapons and battleships. Three days later, our army will return to Fengtian.”
"Yes."
Ma Xiaoguo turned around and left.
Zhang Xueyuan was protected by the guards, so there was no need to worry about his safety.
The gunshots stopped, and the sky turned bright.
This land would forever record this battle and the casualties of the soldiers.
Zhang Xiaoliu slowly walked over under the protection of the soldiers.
"Xueyuan, the victory of this battle is all thanks to you. Otherwise, who knew what the outcome would be.”
Zhang Xiaoliu praised him in his heart as his gaze landed on Zhang Xueyuan.
"Brother Liu Zi, this battle is the credit of the soldiers. They are the heroes of our northeast, the good sons of the Fengjun.”
With a short sentence, Zhang Xueyuan pushed the credit to the soldiers at the front line, making the guards feel warm in their hearts.
Zhang Xiaoliu patted Zhang Xueyuan's shoulder, feeling very gratified.
Fengtian City Marshal's Mansion.
Little Zhang received a telegram from the front line.
"Motherf * cker, this Xueyuan is really a handsome talent. The three regiments wiped out the 3rd division and won. Compared to the other two teams, they were all f * cking pigs! He's worse than my son? When he returned, he would definitely reward Xueyuan, Liu Zi, and the Independent First Regiment heavily.”
Zhang Xiaozi's face was filled with joy.
Zhang Zuoxiang took the telegram and said with a cigarette in his mouth.
"Yuting, don't say. Xueyuan is really capable. We all know the combat strength of the Feng army. The three regiments have less than 6,000 people, so they are at a disadvantage in terms of numbers. However, he did not expect to win.”
"Haha, this kid really gave his father face. Assistant minister, what do you think our Old Zhang should reward this little brat with?”
"Yuting, you will be promoted to Lieutenant General. The Independent First Regiment will be formed. Xueyuan will be the commander, and Liu Zi will be the chief of staff.”
"Yes, that's the arrangement. However, Xueyuan will also be the supervisor of Fengtian's military affairs and supervise the equipment of the Fengtian army.”
He didn't expect that Zhang Xueyuan's arrangements would be decided with just a few words from the two brothers.
Zhang Xueyuan was currently at Coiled Dragon Temple's headquarters. He was holding a report on the casualties and resources seized in this war.
Following that, he called for a meeting with all the battalion commanders of the independent 1st column.
"Have you seen the battle report this time?”
Zhang Xueyuan said calmly. The officers nodded.
"In this battle, our army suffered nearly 2,000 casualties, 400 sacrifices, 1,200 light injuries, and 400 heavy injuries. A total of 11,000 enemy troops were wiped out. All officers from Iktaro Inoue were killed. Three warships, twelve troop-carrying ships, howitzers, and guns were seized.”
"This is a great victory for our army, and the contributions of all the officers and soldiers are indispensable. Return to Fengtian in three days."
"The first group will escort the lightly injured, the second group will escort the supplies, and the third group will be responsible for guarding.”
Zhang Xueyuan quickly made the arrangements. None of the officers had any objections.
The seriously injured and the bodies of the martyrs had been sent to Fengtian. Those who needed treatment were treated, and those who needed to be buried were buried.
However, the burial of the fallen soldiers had to wait until all the troops returned.
Three days passed in the blink of an eye. After three days of rest, all the soldiers were full of fighting spirit and were in high spirits.
Outside Fengtian City, the old marshal who had received the notice was waiting at the city gate.
After all, these were his two biological sons. It would be a lie to say that he was not worried about them on the battlefield.
Even if he had a heart of stone, he couldn't do it.
A convoy appeared in front of everyone, followed by a neat group of soldiers. These were Zhang Xueyuan's guards and the special forces.
The rest of the troops were still behind.
In Fengtian City, the people stood on both sides, waving flags and shouting.
The news that Zhang Xueyuan had led his troops to wipe out the 3rd division had already spread.
The people were all shocked. This was the first time they had won against an outsider.
"Young Marshal! Young Marshal!"
The people of Fengtian said respectfully.
The smile on Zhang Xiaozi's face grew even wider, as if saying,'Look, these are my two sons.'
The car stopped at the city gate. Zhang Xueyuan and Zhang Xiaoliu got out of the jeep and quickly walked in front of Zhang Xiaoliu.
"Commander Father, we're back."
After the influence of the battlefield, the auras of the two of them had changed even more and became more solemn.
"Good, my son really didn't disappoint. Come, let's go back to the residence."
Little Zhang was a little excited and said softly. He took off the disguise of a marshal and acted like a father.
"Xueyuan, Liu Zi, your father has been waiting for you. He has prepared food and wine in the manor and is waiting for you to return.”
Zhang Zuoxiang was delighted as he looked at the two of them.
"Uncle."
The two of them said respectfully. They had no choice. Who asked their father to have so many brothers?
In the marshal's manor, all the officials from the provinces had arrived.
Zhang Xueyuan and Xiao Liuzi became the focus of everyone's attention. They sat beside Marshal Zhang in high spirits.
"Today, I prepared a celebratory feast in the residence. The two brats have returned and won a great victory on the battlefield. What kind of achievement is this? All of you uncles have to learn well and not be surpassed by this later generation.”
Little Zhang looked around at the crowd and said in a deep voice.
"I'll say it again. If you win a big battle, I, Old Zhang, can give you everything except my wife.”
"Young Marshal is truly extraordinary!" Everyone praised loudly.
"Xueyuan! You grew up in Uncle Tang's arms when you were young. In just a few years, you've become a general. You're admirable.”Tang Yulin said to Zhang Xueyuan, his eyes full of love.
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