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

"Liu Yidao! Come out!"

Yang Ling then presented the medal to Liu Yidao, and when the medal was pinned to Liu Yidao's chest, this tough Northwest man's eyes turned red, and he couldn't help crying.

Back then, I killed devils at the Xifengkou of the Great Wall, and then moved to Shanghai and Nanjing. After these vicious battles, my countless good brothers never came back.

He was a courageous recruit in the army, but he got the Baoding Medal that those sacrificed brothers could only dream of. He cried.

Yang Ling punched Liu Yidao on the chest: "Master, stand up and hold back your tears! Don't let the brothers laugh!"

Liu Yidao hastily stretched out his sleeve to wipe his tears, looking at the medal pinned to his chest, his eyes were red.

"Brothers, Company Commander Qin Shou and Company Commander Liu Yidao have won medals for fighting the enemy bravely. The little devil has arrived at our doorstep today. I hope everyone will abandon distracting thoughts, fight the enemy bravely, and drive the devil out of China as soon as possible! At that time, we were all heroes and we all had medals! Do you agree with me!"

"Kill the enemy bravely!"

"Kill the enemy bravely!"

Wang Huzi and the blacksmith, the new additions to the guerrilla camp, saw Qin Shou and the others getting the medal, and they were all jealous. At this moment, they also cheered up and shouted to fight the enemy bravely.

Text Chapter 288 Long Live the Chinese Nation!

The 156th Division sent a regiment to replace Yangling's guerrilla battalion. In addition, a tank company and a battalion of gendarmerie troops also arrived at Zhonghe Bridge to consolidate the line of defense.

After the handover between the two parties was completed, Yang Ling did not stop, and led the brothers of the guerrilla battalion to retreat along the street to the Daguang Road in the city.

Towards dusk, the devil's offensive slowed down, and the enemy planes in the sky disappeared. For the first time, the brothers of the guerrilla battalion lined up on the street and evacuated backwards. They were able to get almost a rest, which made everyone feel good.

"Hey, brother Qin, take out your chapter and have a look."

Wang Huzi and the others were so envious of Qin Shou and Liu Yidao, he leaned close to Qin Shou to see what the Baoding Medal looked like.

Qin Shou's heart was tight with arrogance at the moment, his head was shaking like a rattle: "No, no, what if you break it for me."

"I'll just take a look, I promise not to move." Wang Huzi has fought for so many years and has never won a medal, so he also wants to take a look.

"Really want to see it?" Qin Shou chuckled, stared at Wang Huzi and said, "It's not impossible if you want to see it. Give me the pocket watch you seized for a few days."

Wang Huzi hurriedly covered his pockets. If he really played with Qin Shou for a few days, with Qin Shou's character, he might be beaten by meat buns and never return.

"I don't want to show it to you if I don't let you get it." Qin Shou saw Wang Huzi covering his pockets and wanted to leave.

Wang Huzi hastily pulled Qin Shou back, and took out his pocket watch with heartache: "Just play for one day, and you must return it to me when the time comes."

"Five days—" Qin Shou stretched out his finger.

Wang Huzi gritted his teeth and said, "Up to three days."

"Okay, three days is three days."

Wang Huzi gave Qin Shou the pocket watch he had seized heartbrokenly, and Qin Shou took out the Baoding Medal he had obtained and showed it to Wang Huzi.

Looking at the simple Baoding in the center of the Baoding Medal, Wang Huzi caressed it carefully, and liked it very much. This is the honor of a soldier. He is extremely jealous of Qin Shou, and he has fought many battles himself, so why didn't he win it? .

"Next time I'll get a piece and wear it. It's so majestic when I go back to our village." Wang Huzi muttered to himself.

Qin Shou said braggingly: "It's just you, come on, I've worked my ass off to earn it back."

"It's as if I'm not desperate, just watch it, I'll get a piece next time." Wang Huzi said unwillingly.

For soldiers, it is their duty to fight devils and serve the country, but they also want to be recognized and honored.

But for junior military officers, it is too difficult to obtain honors. It is not that their credit is too small, but that when they do not live to receive medals, most of them die after one or two battles. There is still a chance to win medals. .

The brothers in the guerrilla battalion were in a good mood, talking and laughing, passed the Zhonghe Bridge, crossed the moat, and arrived at Guanghuamen.

Yang Ling handed over a note signed by Liu Xing to the gendarmerie guarding Guanghua Gate, and the troops were able to move on.

The main gate opening of Guanghuamen has been blocked by sandbags and barbed wire, leaving only a small opening for people to pass through. The surrounding area of ​​the opening is also heavily guarded, with anti-war artillery, civilian [-]nd and [-]th heavy machine guns, and double anti-aircraft guns. The layout is like a forest of steel, which is daunting.

"If we have these guys, we won't let the little devil run wild."

Seeing the excellent equipment of the troops near Gwanghwamun, the passing guerrilla camp brothers were envious and wished to replace the tattered weapons in their hands.

When the guerrilla battalion was in Jiangyin, it was just a temporary patchwork of several broken-up troops, with various weapons and equipment, and they didn't get any repairs.

Now that they have retreated to the outskirts of Nanjing, they have been fighting all the time. The supplementary weapons and ammunition have been completely consumed on the battlefield, so they have always been poor.

"Don't be jealous, let's go, I'll go to the logistics department of the military and political department to get new weapons when we enter the city." Yang Ling urged everyone to move on.

The troops passed through the dark corridors of the city gate and entered the city of Nanjing through Guanghua Gate.

This is the first time that Yang Ling has entered Nanjing City in this era. Its once prosperous streets can be vaguely seen in the wide streets, but now it is full of rubble and ruins.

Although the devils have not yet entered the city, tons and tons of bombs these days have left this ancient city devastated and turned into ruins under the flames of war.

The gendarmerie under the Capital Guard maintained order on the street with guns. Seeing Yang Ling's tattered team, they were very vigilant. After seeing the note approved by Liu Xing, they were able to let them go.

The residents near Gwanghwamun have already run away without a trace. There are barbed wire and sandbag positions everywhere. The city seems to be a fortress. Countless military police soldiers are guarding everywhere. From time to time, there are military vehicles from the transport department pulling ammunition and Wounded soldiers passed by.

Seeing that the order in the city was still good, Yang Ling finally felt much better. It seemed that the situation was not as bad as he expected.

Yang Ling asked the military police soldiers stationed there for the direction to Daguang Road, and learned that Yang Ling and the others were troops who fought in Shanghai, and these military police soldiers also respected them.

When they arrived at Daguang Road, Yang Ling and the others unexpectedly encountered many people who had already greeted them at the street entrance.

These people include the stretcher team, the medical team and the logistics team. What's more, Yang Ling saw young students under the banner of the Guangdong Field Service Corps. These are patriotic people who volunteered to help transport the wounded and cook for the soldiers. Those who changed their dressings also did their best to defend their families and the country.

The brothers in the guerrilla battalion were very well received, with hot meals and scrambled eggs, which made them flattered.

Many brothers who were extremely hungry saw the food delivered to their hands, and thanked them while pulling them into their mouths with dirty hands. These people did not laugh at them, but rushed to hand them water.

Thinking of walking down the battlefield alive, many brothers cried with red eye circles after eating.

Yang Ling was also hungry, holding the rice bowl that was handed over to him and munching on the food, feeling particularly uncomfortable. Many brothers were gone, and he would never be able to eat this meal again.

When those young female students were eating in Yangling, someone started to sing a song for them, which was actually "Song of Eight Hundred Heroes".

China will not perish,

China will not perish,

Look at the national hero, Captain Xie.

China will not perish,

China will not perish,

Look at the eight hundred strong men fighting alone to defend the four lines;