398 Third-class decoration (1/2)

Zhou Yinglong specifically inspected the wounds of the injured and found that all of them had sustained gunshot wounds. One of them was even unfortunate enough to be hit by the fragments of a stray bullet.

However, the wounds below the layer of black medicine had already started to scab. It was as though the injuries were not that serious.

In order not to get stretchered off, the injured even jumped off their stretchers and moved about vigorously to show they were absolutely fine. It wasn't an act at all and they really were fine.

Zhang Xiaoman who was standing by the side directly scolded, ”Why didn't you all fucking walk on your own when you were fine?”

The wounded chuckled and said, ”If we could walk a little less, why not?”

Their comrades of the Razor Sharp Company who had carried them started cursing, ”Ya bastards are fucking awful!”

”Y'all are too shameless!”

At this moment, Zhou Yinglong asked, ”Are these all the casualties you suffered after taking Mt. Dingyuan?”

Zhang Xiaoman said modestly, ”It was all due to Battalion Commander Zhou's good teachings.”

Zhou Yinglong was so angry he smiled. ”Enough of your bootlicking! Get out of here and write up the battle report for me!”

The faces of Zhang Xiaoman and the others fell. ”Battalion Commander, all of us in the Razor Sharp Company are faithful veterans. Now should be the time for us to enjoy some good food and drink here at the FOB rather than writing some battle report.”

”Why?” Zhou Yinglong gave Zhang Xiaoman the side-eye. ”Would you also like me to personally pour you some wine?”

Zhang Xiaoman thought for a moment. ”Well, if you don't mind…”

Zhou Yinglong kicked Zhang Xiaoman in the ass. ”Get lost and write the report for me!”

It was the usual practice to write a report after every battle. On one hand, it was to summarize all of the details of a battle. On the other hand, it was to list any mistakes and lessons learned in combat to prevent the same mistakes from happening again in the future.

But Zhang Xiaoman and this group of gruff men hated writing battle reports the most.

Since they had already won the battle, why should they still have to list their mistakes and lessons learned? All they had to do was win the battle!

These gruff men of the Razor Sharp Company were all nestled and gathered around Zhang Xiaoman in the tent that had just been put up.

At this moment, Zhang Xiaoman looked at Ren Xiaosu while holding a notebook and a pencil. ”Ren Xiaosu, you…”

”I'm just a refugee, so I dunno how to write,” Ren Xiaosu said.

”Oh.” Zhang Xiaoman lowered his head dejectedly at first but immediately figured out that something was not right. How could the successor chosen by Commander Zhang be fucking illiterate? 'If you don't want to write the fucking report, just say it. Doesn't it prick your conscience to lie that blatantly?!'

Zhang Xiaoman chewed on the end of the pencil and tried to recall the details of the battle. ”It feels like the enemy was defeated even though we did not put in much effort.”

After thinking for a long time, Zhang Xiaoman still did not know how he should write the report. That was because their victory was mainly due to Ren Xiaosu. That was the truth.

”Ren Xiaosu, I think it's better for you to write the report. If you're really illiterate, you can just tell me and I will write it out for you.” Zhang Xiaoman said, ”More importantly, we don't even know how exactly you managed to turn the bandit lair at Mt. Dingyuan upside down. Also, what you did will earn you great honors. You'll get promoted right after submitting this report!”

Ren Xiaosu said, ”You can just write that everyone fought bravely. Fighting the battle involved the entire company, so I can't take all the credit for it.”

”I don't think that's right.” Zhang Xiaoman said awkwardly, ”We'll be really embarrassed that way. It's not like us to accept credit where it isn't due.”

”There's nothing to be embarrassed about.” Ren Xiaosu said, ”Forget it, I'll write instead.”

Then Ren Xiaosu grabbed Zhang Xiaoman's notebook and pencil from him and started making up details of the battle. He described his comrades as soldiers who had shown unsurpassed bravery and resourcefulness in combat.