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

"When did you see the devil cowardice? Maybe the devil is thinking of something bad to trick us now." Liu Yidao told the truth.

Devils are arrogant and arrogant, and often a small team of dozens of people dares to launch an attack on a battalion of hundreds of Chinese troops. From Shanghai to Nanjing, it is surprising that they have never failed.

"Your eyes are wide open for me. Maybe the devil's next attack will be a thunderbolt." Yang Ling knew how powerful the little devil was, so if he didn't attack now, it was possible to hold back a bad move.

"One knife, send a few people to the supplementary camp on our flank to check, why there is no movement, ask them about the situation there, don't let the little devil take advantage of the loophole."

"Good!" Liu Yidao immediately sent someone to the supplementary battalion's position on their flank to inquire about the situation.

The brothers who were dispatched went and came back quickly, and came back in less than 10 minutes.

"Battalion Commander, the grandchildren from the supplementary battalion have escaped!"

When the company commander blacksmith heard this, he immediately cursed: "Damn it, I said why there was a burst of random gunshots and then there was no movement. These grandsons are really not human!"

The supplementary battalion was also temporarily set up with the retreated routs and skirmishers. Yang Ling had always been skeptical about how powerful they could be in combat. He was not surprised when he heard that they fired a few shots and ran away. The worry is that once the supplementary battalion runs away, their flanks will be exposed.

"Battalion Commander, let's withdraw too. If we continue to guard this place, we will be finished sooner or later."

Hearing that the friendly troops on the flank withdrew without saying hello, Wang Huzi and the others had no intention of defending, and they wanted to withdraw too, instead of staying here to die.

Qin Shou reminded: "However, Shangfeng did not give an order to retreat. If you evacuate the position without authorization, according to the discipline of the battlefield, you will be shot."

"Tell the brothers to prepare to evacuate. If there is anything, Yang Ling will take care of it alone. It has nothing to do with the brothers." Seeing the anxious people, Yang Ling prepared to lead people to evacuate to Gaoqiao Gate.

Judging from the intensity of the devils' attack just now, they had at least the size of a devil's regiment in front of them. Although they were lucky enough to repel the devils, next time their guerrilla battalion might have to explain everything here.

Now that the supplementary battalions on the flanks have run away, it is meaningless for them to defend here. Even if they block the devils, the devils can still break through from other places. The current situation is that they can only retreat to shrink the line of defense.

Just as Yang Ling gave the order, suddenly there was intense gunfire from the direction of Gaoqiaomen. The intensity of the gunfire made everyone's expressions change.

"Quick! Everyone evacuate immediately!"

Seeing that the devils had bypassed them and ran behind them, Yang Ling ordered the guerrilla battalion to retreat immediately without any hesitation.

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The chilly mist lingers for a long time, and the thick black gunpowder smoke still covers the sky. It seems that countless innocent souls are unwilling to leave. This strange atmosphere makes people feel depressed.

The brothers of the guerrilla battalion fought a bloody battle with the devils in Wangjiazhuang, and the gray cotton uniforms became dirty again, stained with gunpowder smoke and blood.

The cold wind poured into their bodies along the holes in the cotton military uniforms, but they didn't feel cold, instead they were sweating profusely, because they were striding along with the team.

There was the sound of rifles, the sound of machine guns bursting like beans, and occasionally the roar of grenades and mortars. Battles were fought in all directions, but the fog was shrouded and nothing could be seen.

The infiltration and piercing tactics that the devils used to use were perfect. When they were on the front line in Suzhou, many ghost soldiers' piercing troops ran to the front of the retreating Chinese army, so that many Chinese troops were dumped and eventually wiped out.

Fierce gunshots rang out from the direction of Gaoqiaomen. Yang Ling was not a fool, so he didn't need to think about it to know that the devil's troops had penetrated behind them. If he didn't want the guerrilla battalion to be wiped out, there was only one word, withdraw!

Although the military law on the battlefield is cruel, those who evacuate without authorization will inevitably be shot on the spot or sent to a military court, but Yang Ling understands that he must live until then. Who, life-saving is important.

The panting team walked along the winding dirt road, crossed the muddy rice fields and wilderness on both sides, and rushed to the periphery of Gaoqiaomen before stopping.

The combat company led by Liu Yidao has been running at the forefront. He vaguely saw a figure running in the fog ahead, and hurriedly raised his hand to stop the brothers who continued to run forward.

"Hidden!" Liu Yidao's sonorous voice resounded through the mist, and the brothers who followed him immediately responded quickly.

With that loud shout, the elongated team scattered to the side of the road. Several brothers jumped into the muddy rice field in desperation. My heart is in my throat.

A soldier in a cotton military uniform stumbled out of the mist, his knees and arms were covered with mud, and the holster hanging on his waist shook as he ran, hitting the belt around his waist, making a dull crashing sound .

"Don't move!" The sudden explosion in the fog caused the soldier who was running in a panic to stagger and almost fell to the ground.

After reacting, he hastily reached out to take out the shell gun in his pocket, just when he raised his head, he saw a person standing not far away making a sound.

"Liu Lianchang, you scared me to death..."

Huzi patted his chest as if he was frightened after seeing the person coming, and let out a long breath.

Liu Yidao approached and asked: "Huzi, didn't you report the situation to the chief, why did you come back now?"

Huzi put the shell gun back into the holster, and replied angrily: "I haven't even seen the officers. I asked someone, and these dogs ran away last night."

"What's the matter with the gunshots in front?"

"I don't know where a group of little devils suddenly appeared, and they have already defeated the defense company of the Gaoqiaomen Containment Station. I also ran out while taking advantage of the chaos." Huzi said what happened to him just now with some fear.

When Yang Ling saw the team stop, he rushed to the front to inquire about the situation. After hearing what Hu Zi said, he couldn't help frowning.

Now that the battle has just begun, their superior commander has disappeared without a trace, and the friendly troops have followed suit. The command system is messed up, so how can this battle be fought?

"Battle Commander, what should we do?" Several company commanders also scolded those officials who were greedy for life and fear of death in their hearts, and approached Yang Ling to ask for attention.

"There are devils everywhere now, and the perimeter can no longer be defended. We can only be cannon fodder if we stay here."

Thinking of these officers running away without notifying them, and letting them stay where they were to stop the devils and use them as cannon fodder, Yang Ling felt angry.

Yang Ling quickly issued an order: "The 51st Division should withdraw to the vicinity of Guanghuamen Airport, let's go there too."

Although the 51st Division suffered heavy losses in Chunhua Town, and the 301st Regiment even sacrificed more than 400 people, its 306th Regiment has been used as a reserve team to no avail, and its strength still exists.

Now the shelter at Gaoqiaomen has been breached by the devils, and the commander sent by the commander of the garrison has also run away. The guerrilla battalion has lost contact with its superiors. The so-called shade under the big tree is good for them. It's much better to run around and crash around the battlefield.

Yang Ling's suggestion was unanimously approved by several company commanders. Now their guerrilla battalion is alone and fighting everywhere. They don't know the specific situation. If they keep guarding the periphery, it will be the same as dying. Intend.

"One knife, you lead your company to clear the way for the whole battalion! Let's go to Guanghuamen!"

Now that the devils had already crossed over, Yang Ling estimated that there would be many battles along the way, and now he had to fight them.

Liu Yidao murderously raised the machete in his hand, and raised his hand: "Brothers! Follow me!" He took the lead and set off.

Battles were fought nearby all the time, and the brothers in the guerrilla battalion also advanced in battle formation. There were indeed a few short-sighted little devils who bumped into them along the way, but there were hundreds of guns in the whole battalion, and all the devils who bumped into them were chopped The melons were picked up like vegetables.

The road leading to Nanjing has been changed beyond recognition. The bombed-out cars are overturned in the ditch beside the road and still burning ragingly. The craters left by the aerial bombs are shocking. Bombed corpses can be seen everywhere. No one cares about the dead anymore.

The devil's interspersed troops rampaged all the way, the defense line of the National Revolutionary Army was riddled with holes, and the backward command system completely paralyzed the command organizations at all levels.

Some troops were routed by the devils and had already moved towards the city, and some troops were still fighting bloody battles with the devils. Where Yang Ling and the others passed by, many companies were killed in battle.

"How's the situation on the front line?! Hey! Hey!"

"Damn it, the phone has been disconnected again—" Tang Sheng threw off his hat in an angry manner.

Liu Xing hurriedly ordered: "Let the communication company check the phone line!"

It was dark outside the city, and the commanders in the Nanjing City Garrison Commander's Department were as anxious as ants on a hot pot, because they had lost contact with the front line.

"Report!" An officer rushed into the garrison commander's department in a panic.