On the radio and in newspapers, the story of the Eighth Route Army's First Military Division driving back the Japanese troops was being publicized, and the people were also being called upon to return to their hometowns.

A large number of little Japanese prisoners of war were once again sent to cities or countryside to start building roads and houses.

In less than a month, the traces of the war will be erased and the people will begin to return to their normal lives.

"Old Zhao, the logistics have temporarily calculated that there are about 500,000 civilians transporting supplies for us in this battle."

Matthew wiped the water drops from his body.

"Bring me another bucket of hot water!" Zhao Zhiguo called to the orderly, "The people in our defense area are very simple. In order for us to win this battle, they go to the front line day and night to transport supplies to us."

"We finally did not let them down," Matthew said.

"We need to arrange the pension work for our troops. This battle has added many new graves." Zhao Zhiguo sighed.

"Have you ever thought about moving eastward?" Matthew asked.

Now they have proven that they have the ability to block the Japanese attack and continue to attack.

The next step is to continue to advance eastward and regain the lost territory, which seems to be a matter of course.

"The time is still ripe, and we are now gaining momentum. The more we advance rashly at this time, the more likely we are to make mistakes. We need to calm down and digest the battle we just fought," Zhao Zhiguo said.

The more the troops seem to be running wild, the more they should hold on to the reins.

"The loss of troops this time is acceptable, but the loss of various ammunition is huge, and several material warehouses in our defense zone have been emptied."

In the January battle, about 100,000 troops were tossed back and forth every day, and no matter how much supplies they had, they would be exhausted.

"Especially various types of artillery shells, we are in dire shortage. Zhu Hongsi reported that there are only a dozen shells left for the 105 howitzer."

This battle is really going to wipe out all the money in the family.

"What's the situation with the ammunition of the air defense force?" Zhao Zhiguo asked.

The air defense of the First Military Division is a big problem. Without air defense weapons, Zhao Zhiguo is like standing on the street wearing only briefs and being watched by a group of people.

After Matthew Wen settled the accounts for Zhao Zhiguo with his fingers, Zhao Zhiguo realized that they were now short of everything.

"First let the arsenal produce basic ammunition. Secondly, we will find a way to buy some from other troops." Zhao Zhiguo said.

It is common for some munitions officers to guard munitions warehouses, steal, resell arms, and enrich their own pockets.

If they are willing to spend money, they dare to sell supplies to anyone, even little devils.

"This time the Central Army sent people to our defense area, could Tao Xueyi be among them?" Zhao Zhiguo tilted his head and looked at Matthew Wen.

Matthew Wen replied: "We can only confirm that people from the Central Army will come to our defense area, but we have not obtained the specific list."

"We have to find a way to get them to bring Tao Xueyi with them. The Tao family may be able to help us," Zhao Zhiguo said.

Although the Tao family has no achievements in officialdom, they are second only to the four major families in the business world.

"Are you planning to blame your brother?"

"How can this be called calculation? This is a business to make money, just to get my brothers to invest together."

Jiang Wenzheng and his friends were on the other side of the ocean, worried about lack of money.

Without money and materials, there would be no ships to send the weapons and ammunition they produced to China.

If the Tao family can invest for them and make money in the future, Zhao Zhiguo is willing to give up part of the profits to the Tao family.

"Just keep plotting like this. Sooner or later, this good brother of yours will be plotted." Matthew said and left.

"Commissar, where are you going?"

"Of course, contact the office to confirm the list. If Tao Xueyi is not there, try to add him."

Matthew Wen also knew that the current ammunition problem in their defense area must be urgently needed as soon as possible. No matter what method is used, as long as it can solve the problem, it is a good method.

The day after Tian Kezhi's arrival, Yao Pengju also returned to the headquarters.

After the large forces retreated, the special forces soldiers behind enemy lines also retreated one after another.

"How are the Special Forces casualties?"

This battle lasted too long, and the special forces frequently moved behind enemy lines. There was no way there would be no casualties.

"About a company of brothers were killed, and half of them were casualties of the sniper team." Yao Pengju said.

Once the sniper team was discovered by the Japanese and then rounded up, there would be two casualties.

"This battle is different from the past. The Japanese army used so many troops and for a long time, which is unprecedented for us." Zhao Zhiguo said, "However, the special forces also completed many unprecedented tasks. How is the morale of the brothers?"

"Morale has not been affected, but the bodies of many brothers may not be recovered," Yao Pengju said.

Special Forces soldiers fight behind enemy lines. Once they die in battle, it will be extremely difficult to find their bodies.

Moreover, the soldiers in the sniper team acted alone. Before they died in battle, no one knew where they died or what they went through before they died.

"The missing soldiers of the special operations team will all be counted as sacrifices, and their memorials will be engraved on them. Those whose remains have not been found will be made into cenotaphs!"

During the war, there were too many bodies that could not be found.

But Zhao Zhiguo did not allow these sacrificed soldiers to disappear into the long river of history. They were heroes who sacrificed their lives for the country.

"Old Zhao, the telegram from Bingzhou City, the news from the chief." Matthew Wen came over with the telegram, "The chief is going back and wants to see you in Wang County."

It has been a month since the Chief of General Staff came to the First Military Division. When the war is over, of course he has to go back. After all, the Eighth Route Army not only has the First Military Division, but also other Eighth Route Army units.

"Old Yao, please accompany me for a walk." Zhao Zhiguo said.

"Ah? Commander, please spare me. You know, I don't know what to say in front of the commander." Yao Pengju quickly begged for mercy.

"After we come back, we will stay in Pingcheng for two or three days." Zhao Zhiguo said, "Are you sure you don't want to go?"

"Really?"

After Gu Ning'er left the headquarters, she went to work in Pingcheng.

Yao Pengju was extremely excited when he heard that he could stay in Pingcheng for two or three days.

"If you don't want to go, don't go. I'll take someone else there."

"No, no, no, I would rather meet the chief. The chief is so approachable, and his words can enlighten me." Yao Pengju said quickly.

"Lao Ma, I won't bring any guards. Lao Yao and I are enough to cope with the situation on the road. Moreover, this time we are going home. It would be inappropriate to bring too many people back to show off in the city!" Zhao Zhiguo said.

"Commander, when do we set off?"

Yao Pengju couldn't wait any longer.

"Go prepare your horses. Keep a low profile along the way. Don't disturb the people. Keep your weapons hidden. Let's go to Wang County first and we'll talk about it when we return."

"Ah? I'm not sure whether I can stay in Pingcheng?"

"Whether you want to go or not, who is going to prepare the horse?" Zhao Zhiguo called to the guards outside.
Chapter completed!