The blood of the Anti-Japanese War stained the mountains and rivers

"Let's go! Let's go!" Lao Yanqiang and others also fired into the sky, and finally scared the common people and fled to the end of the street in embarrassment.

"Qin Shou!"

"To!"

"Take people back and block the city gate with sandbags! Delay the devil's attack!"

"Yang Dashu! Take the machine gun squad to Chenghuan and block the devils for half an hour!"

"Company Commander Zhou, take people along the street to drive those people across the river. I don't care what method you use, I don't want there to be a single person here in half an hour!" Yang Ling's tone was firm, making Old Smoker realize the seriousness of the problem sex.

Old Smoker didn't say anything else, and while shooting, he led people out towards the street, hissing loudly: "The devil has slaughtered the city! If you don't want to die, run across the river!"

Main text Chapter 244 The hidden enemy

The winter morning in the south of the Yangtze River was gloomy and cold. Several dilapidated fishing boats sailed to the north bank of the Yangtze River under the vigorous paddle of the oars.

They were covered in blood and gunpowder smoke, looking back at the billowing black smoke and sporadic gunshots in Jiangyin City, their expressions were lonely and depressed. Although they voluntarily evacuated, they knew that this had nothing to do with losing the battle. the difference.

A large group of ghost soldiers with bayonets came out of the fog in Huangtian Port. The shiny steel helmets and yellow dog furs stood out in the dilapidated and gloomy port, and the brothers on the fishing boat were red-eyed. , He gritted his teeth with hatred.

"Pad fast! Pad fast!" Old Smoker watched the devils who had chased him to the riverside start to raise their guns, sweating profusely, and hurriedly called his brothers to paddle to the north bank.

The devil's three-eighth cover rang with a clatter of thunder, and bullets whizzed past the brothers, and someone grinned in pain from being hit in the arm. Except for the rowers, Yang Ling also ordered everyone on the boat to The brethren fought back.

The bullets from both sides were coming and going, and the devil's small steel cannon was also set up, and a huge water column rose around the fishing boat with a bang.

Although the devil's small steel cannon did not hit the fishing boat full of soldiers, the splashed jet of water poured down on their heads, making the brothers on the fishing boat drenched completely. They cursed.

"Little devil, draft grandma!"

"Damn it, you bastard little devil, I curse you little devils who gave birth to babies without **** sons, I'm just a mother!"

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The brothers on the fishing boat yelled at each other, venting the anger in their hearts, and if they couldn't beat them, they cursed hard, and they scolded so heartily that they almost didn't greet the devil's eighteen generations of ancestors.

Although the little devil didn't understand, he guessed it wasn't a good word, so he started yelling. The two sides ended the battle with a scolding battle on this cold and gloomy winter morning.

The fishing boats and speedboats in Huangtian Port were all taken away by the Chinese troops crossing the river. Although the devils were so angry, they could only watch Yang Ling and the others get further and further away, gradually disappearing into the mist on the river.

"This way, this way." The fishing boat was still some distance away from the shore, and from a distance, a man was standing on the tidal flat on the north bank, waving his arms vigorously and shouting at Yang Ling and the others. Yang Ling hurriedly ordered the boat to row over there. .

When the fishing boat docked, everyone jumped onto the shore one after another. A rough northwestern man with a big knife on his back and a pistol in his waist rushed over. Yang Ling took a closer look. Isn't this the company commander of the supplementary regiment, Liu Yidao?

"Battalion Commander!" Liu Yidao, with a shaggy beard and a face full of vicissitudes, ran to Yang Ling and stood still, which was a standard military salute.

"Okay, okay, why are you and I being polite?" Yang Ling looked around and asked, "Why are you staying here alone, what about the others?"

Liu Yidao smiled, put down his raised hand, pointed towards the distance and said: "The brothers in the supplementary group have already retreated with Commander Xu and the others. The group member asked me to stay and wait for you. He said he was afraid that you would not be able to find me." to the road."

Yang Ling nodded, thinking in his heart that Liu Ming was still being righteous, and he immediately asked, "Have you seen Battalion Commander Zhao Wenbin and the others?"

Yang Ling and his guerrilla battalion fought side by side with Zhao Wenbin's second battalion. When retreating, Zhao Wenbin led the wounded and the main force to retreat first, while Yang Ling led people to cover the rear of the palace. They fought all night without knowing where Zhao Wenbin and the others had come. where it goes.

Liu Yidao replied: "They have passed by for several hours, and I am afraid they will not be able to catch up now."

When Yang Ling heard that Zhao Wenbin and the others had withdrawn safely, the stone hanging in his heart fell to the ground. Last night was too chaotic, and the devil's infiltrating troops penetrated too quickly. He was worried that Zhao Wenbin and the others would be scattered with a large number of wounded.

"Qin Shou, blow up the boat, let's go." After Yang Ling figured out the situation, he immediately called Qin Shou to blow up the boat, ready to continue to evacuate.

Now the devils are on the other side of the river, and the devil's fleet is also swimming in the lower reaches of Jiangyin. With the fall of the Jiangyin fortress, a large number of devils will definitely cross the river to catch up, so it is not too late to evacuate along the river to Nanjing according to the scheduled plan. .

The flames of war approached their homes, and the road leading to Nanjing was crowded with fleeing people, the noisy mixture of mules and horses and the exhausted gasps were noisy, and the people fled westward in fear.

A scrawny woman stumbled in the mud with a babbling child on her back, and the white-haired old men supported each other as they moved forward. The cotton robes they wore were already covered with mud. There was no end in sight, and there was an inexplicable sense of desolation and sorrow in the air.

Countless rout soldiers mixed in with the fleeing crowd and flowed westward. These rout soldiers had tattered clothes and crooked guns on their shoulders, and they had lost the spirit that soldiers should have.

The rout soldiers mixed among the refugees ranged from small groups to platoons to entire companies. Without exception, they were rushing forward, eager to escape from the blazing battlefield, but followed the refugees. Some routs are different from others.

Although these rout soldiers who also wore tattered old military uniforms were also mixed among the refugees and rushed westward, they didn't look as lonely and depressed as the other rout soldiers. Their faces hidden under the brim of their hats were full of determination. , although it was well hidden, there was a fierce light in their eyes.

A "broken soldier" with a seven-nine rifle squeezed forward among the crowd, looking around from time to time with his bare eyes, and was accidentally knocked down by a refugee who was pushing forward. In the ditch beside the road, his body was covered with muddy water, which immediately made him fly into a rage. When he stood up, he kicked the refugee to the ground, took off his [-] rifle and pointed it at the refugee.

"Boss, I didn't do it on purpose, I didn't do it on purpose." The refugee turned pale with fright when he saw the black gun pointing at him.

Hastily knelt on the ground and bowed to the rout and asked for forgiveness. Although these routs were defeated, the common people at the bottom were still full of fear of them holding guns.

"Pull the gun down, how can you point the gun at the common people?" A squint-eyed officer squeezed through the crowd, took a hard look at the rout soldier who pulled the bolt, and walked over to help the refugee up: "Don't be afraid, Don't be afraid, with me here, I will teach him a good lesson."

"Sir, it's my fault, I accidentally bumped into the boss..."

The squint-eyed officer in a gray uniform waved his hands hastily and said, "It's my subordinates who are wrong. We are angry after losing the battle. Please don't mind." He said to the rout soldier: "Don't apologize to the fellow !"

"I'm sorry." Although the rout soldier was extremely reluctant, he still spoke bluntly.

The officer took out a piece of ocean from his pocket and stuffed it to the refugee, saying, "You take this piece of ocean, it's my apology for him."

"Sir, I can't take it, I can't take it..." The refugee declined in fear, but was forced into the hands of the squint-eyed officer, and then the squint-eyed officer waved his hand, leading people into the crowd and quickly disappeared.

"Good man, really good man." Holding the ocean in his hands, the refugee looked at the squint-eyed officer in the direction they left, with tears in his eyes.

"Fujita-kun, if you are reckless and impulsive next time, I will kill you with my own hands—" Amongst the looming guards of dozens of broken soldiers, the squint-eyed officer regained his indifference, and whispered a lesson to the man who almost shot Crushed soldiers.

"Your Excellency, don't worry, I will never be impulsive." The rout soldier also realized his recklessness at this moment, and hurriedly promised.

Text Chapter 245

The gray team lined up in two columns and turned towards the direction of Nanjing City against the cold wind. Along the way, they encountered large groups of refugees driving mules and horses with packages between them, making a lot of noise.

The refugees stood on the side of the road in mottled and messy clothes and saw the neat army passing by. Their eyes were empty and their faces were full of numbness.

The war left them homeless, and as a soldier, Yang Ling and the others felt as if they were being stabbed by a knife when they saw the shabby and skinny refugees.

Although he felt pained and helpless, the devils were at their peak now, and the gap in national strength between the two sides was so great that they could not fight with all their might. Yang Ling knew that this war would not end for a while, and these people would suffer even more.

Every time Yang Ling thought of this, he wished that he could grow his head and six arms, kill all those vicious devils, and return these people to peace.

The retreating team walked forward in silence. As soldiers, they were ashamed of not being able to shoulder the responsibility of defending their home and country. Although these refugees did not blame them and gave way to them, it made them feel even more uncomfortable. , hurried forward, couldn't bear to see the disappointed eyes of the people.

Yang Ling and the others fought overnight in Jiangyin County to cover the retreating people, and then rushed all the way after getting out of the war. Nearly two hundred brothers were sleepy and tired.

"Battalion Commander, the devil will not be able to catch up for a while, let's rest, we can't walk anymore."

Although he was walking against the cold wind, the blood-stained military uniform of the old smoker was soaked with sweat. He was hunched over, panting heavily with his hands on his knees.

Yang Ling also stopped, stretched out his sleeve and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and ordered the brothers to stop and rest for half an hour before continuing to march.