C1499 The Great City (1/2)

”Well done!” Ye Qiu, who had been monitoring the Gulf Fleet from the west side of Amur Bay and protecting the left wing of the battlefield, clapped her hands and cheered.

On the high ground, they could easily see the situation of the entire battlefield. Although they could only sense the changes in the line of fire from afar, from the situation of the lines of fire, the volunteers had already occupied the initiative of the battlefield.

”Look, that bright belt of light was formed by the Sha Guards firing at them from the walls of the stronghold. The one pressing down from the opposite side was the First Division …”

”The fire of the counterattack, the light of the torch, and the light from the explosion of the artillery shell. From a distance, it will form a bright belt. Compared to the darkness around us, it's much more obvious …”

At that time, my palms were filled with sweat. I really thought that Chu Zhao and the rest would not be able to recover from their injuries, after all, these Russian s are not that easy to deal with.

Fortunately they managed to hold on, Chu Zhao definitely suffered heavy losses, and half of the battle was lost!

The First Division had won the most brutal first battle, so naturally, they had the highest casualty rate. In the entire battle, over eleven thousand First Division had died in battle, directly resulting in over three thousand five hundred deaths. The number of soldiers that had retired was over one thousand five hundred and five hundred.

For example, a group of three battalions, from the Battalion Commander to all the high ranking officers of the Company Commander had fallen in battle, so much so that even if people wanted to restore the structure of the three battalions, they would not be able to find any officers.

At first, the army department of the Boxers had wanted to reorganize the basic command system of the Third Battalion with senior officers drawn from other units. However, they could not directly promote the Battalion Commander from the Third Battalion's remaining Queue length Squad Leader! After all, the Chinese army was a professional army, and officers at or above the company level had to be trained in military academies.

However, this suggestion was strongly opposed by Xiang Shaolong. At this time, the absolute adoration for heroes in his heart, who was a man of the martial arts world, was starting to play tricks on him.

”From then on, the 3rd Battalion bestowed their name upon the Blood Camp … If you want to rebuild the Third Battalion, you have to choose between the surviving brothers as your first Battalion Commander and the officers of all ranks. What is going on with the adjustment of the other troops? ”

”But General! There were only 180 people left in the 3rd Battalion, and not a single high-ranking military officer was left. They were all at the level of Queue length and the monitor … How can we rebuild it! ”

The advisor almost said the words to cancel the formation, but he didn't dare. He knew that if he dared to propose to cancel the formation of the 3rd Battalion, he would definitely be hacked to death by the wounded soldiers when he went out.

Dragon Lord's eyes shined with a teary light: ”One hundred and eight, pick out the smart ones for me from the inside, I promise to send them to the military academy, even if it will take a bit longer to rebuild, we still need to keep the blood battalion's soul, their bones cannot be exchanged!”

It was just as Xiang Shaolong had said, the final reconstruction of the blood camp took a total of one hundred and eighty people three years to form a single battalion, and they had to bitterly wait for the officers they had raised to be in their positions.

In the Far East, the First Division's army had the strongest fighting strength, and this army had a very unique personality, they would never accept a defensive mission, they would forever only be attacking! Attack! Attack again.

Everything was just like what Xiang Shaolong talked about, the Army Soul was the result of a dead person's death. Through a large number of casualties, through the most brutal war, one would be able to survive and become a soldier.