Chapter 23
At the front, more than 200 soldiers were surrounding the last 20 Japanese soldiers. Among them was a Japanese officer with the rank of colonel. Zhao Wenbin slowly walked over.
"Put down the weapons in your hands. We will treat you according to the rules of the Convention!”
Zhao Wenbin walked over and spoke in authentic Japanese. This was a language he had chosen in the military school.
Generally, there were foreign language requirements in military schools. As a student in a military school, you had to master at least one foreign language. Remember, mastering at least one foreign language meant that you had to master one more foreign language in addition to Chinese and English.
English was compulsory, and after learning English, he had to learn at least one more subject. At that time, Zhao Wenbin chose very simple Japanese.
"You are the commander of this unit, right?”
Okano Chisato looked at the young man standing in front of him. He couldn't believe that the person who led thousands of people and won such a battle was actually a young man.
"I am! Put down the sword in your hand and I will treat you according to the rules of the Convention!”
Zhao Wenbin said again.
"Haha! There were only soldiers who died in battle in the empire, and there were no cowards who surrendered!”
Okano Chiri laughed bitterly.
"Find a saber!"
Zhao Wenbin licked his dry lips and said to a soldier beside him.
Soon, a Japanese lieutenant commander's sword was delivered to Zhao Wenbin.
"I've always heard that your samurai spirit is very powerful, but I've never seen it before. I wonder if you have the ability to show me!”
Zhao Wenbin pulled out his commanding sword and pointed it at Okano Chili.
Okano held the commanding sword tightly with both hands, and a fierce look appeared in his eyes.
"Since you want to experience it, I will let you experience the Empire's martial arts!”
"Ah ~"
After saying that, he rushed over. Zhao Wenbin immediately held the commander's sword tightly with both hands. When he saw Okano Chiri rushing over, he immediately exerted force in his hand and slashed away the commander's sword in Okano Chiri's hand.
Okano Chiri, after a day of fighting, had exhausted a lot of his physical strength. In addition, he was already thirty-five or thirty-six years old. Zhao Wenbin was twenty-two years old, which was the time when he was young. Therefore, he managed to knock away the sword in Okano Chili's hand.
"Pfft ~ Pfft ~"
After slashing away the sword in Okano Chiri's hand, Zhao Wenbin slashed his sword across Okano Chiri's neck.
Looking at Okano Chiri who was lying on the ground, Zhao Wenbin stabbed the knife in his hand into the ground and looked up at the remaining 20 or so Japanese. There was actually a trace of fear in their eyes.
"Deal with them. Clean up the battlefield!"
After Zhao Wenbin finished speaking, he turned around and left. Behind him, there were screams.
..............
Sitting on an ammunition box and looking at the soldiers who were cleaning up the battlefield, Zhao Wenbin sighed in his heart.
"Sir, the casualty statistics are out.”
Li Ergou walked to Zhao Wenbin's side with red eyes and said in a deep voice. His expression was very ugly, and his tone was very heavy.
Zhao Wenbin lit a cigarette for himself. He did not say anything and just smoked it one mouthful after another.，
After a long while, he said softly,""Speak! How many people died and how many people were injured?”
"Our army has lost 1230 men and injured 1700. There were almost three thousand casualties. From the early hours of the morning until now, they had killed more than 3,800 Japanese.”
"Killing 1,000 enemies is equivalent to losing 800 of your own!”
Zhao Wenbin sighed. The training time for these new recruits was still much shorter, especially the training on fighting. Among the many people who had died, the vast majority had died in hand-to-hand combat.
However, this battle also resolved their crisis and bought them a few months of precious development time. After the Japanese lost this infantry regiment, it was impossible for them to attack them again in the winter.
It was very difficult for the troops to march in such weather. If it was a large group, who knew how long it would take.
It would be difficult for them to march 20 kilometers a day, because a Japanese regiment had to carry too many things.
"Record the names of the dead soldiers. They cremated their bodies and temporarily stored them in the army. After you go down, go door-to-door and look for the families of the deceased soldiers. Then, we'll give them a pension."
Zhao Wenbin said softly after smoking for a while.
"Sir, how much is the pension?”
Li Ergou hesitated for a moment before asking. He was also a company commander and needed to fight in the front line. He also had parents who needed to retire. He wanted to know how much the pension was. Because he might die in battle one day.
Zhao Wenbin glanced at him and said softly,"The pension is 300 dollars. At the same time, all the expenses of the soldiers who retired due to injuries would be borne by the government!”
Li Ergou's face was moved. In this chaotic world, where human lives were as worthless as grass, Zhao Wenbin actually gave him such high treatment.
Usually, in this era, when soldiers of other armies died in battle, they died in battle.
Compensation? This was impossible. Those officers would continue to invest their remaining military funds into expanding the army, not into the aftermath of the soldiers.
And what did Zhao Wenbin give? A pension of 300 dollars? What kind of concept was this?
An ordinary farmer's family only used two or three yuan a year. In other words, these three hundred dollars were enough for an ordinary farmer's family to use for a hundred years.
And for a soldier who retired due to injury, all his expenses were covered by the government? What kind of treatment was this?
This was equivalent to saying that you didn't die, but you didn't have to worry about the rest of your body because the government had covered all your expenses.
"I thank you on behalf of all the soldiers!”
Li Ergou gave a deep military salute to Zhao Wenbin.
In this era, why would there be deserters in many troops during war, and there were so many of them?
People died in wars, and those soldiers just wanted to make a living. He just wanted to earn some military pay. If you die, you won't have any military pay or pension, and your family won't be able to survive.
Therefore, once there was a war, there would be many deserters in those troops. Many times, even the supervising team could not stop such things from happening.
Li Ergou knew that after Zhao Wenbin announced this decision, there would be no deserters in their troops in the future, nor would there be any fear of battle. This was because they did not have to worry about their future. If they died in battle, their families would receive a high pension of 300 dollars.
If he retired due to injury, the government would be responsible for all his expenses.
"I should be the one thanking you on behalf of all the people in the country! Because of you, we have a team of brave warriors who are fighting on the front lines!”
Zhao Wenbin stood up and looked at Li Ergou as he spoke in a deep voice.
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