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

There's gunfire all around,

There are wolves on all sides.

Would rather die than give in,

Would rather die than surrender!

……

Arise, fellow citizens,

Hurry up to the battlefield,

Take the eight hundred strong men as an example,

……

The vigorous and passionate melody reverberated on Daguang Road and the smoky Nanjing. Those veterans who had participated in the Songhu Battle could not help but sing the Huangpu Military Song in response to the heroic songs of the young students, expressing their determination to resist.

Many people were moved by the emotions expressed by these tragic songs, took off their hats and cried, waved their hands and shouted loudly.

"Long live the Chinese nation! Long live! Long live!"

The huge cheers resounded over Nanjing, overshadowing the hail of bullets, showing the unyielding backbone of a nation!

Text Chapter 289 Early Morning Bombing

It was getting dark, and the battle near Guanghuamen was already intensified. Bullets and artillery shells were intertwined and scattered in the air, and the flares illuminated the sky as bright as day.

The two sides fought and fought repeatedly in the ruined neighborhood. Although the devils rushed and attacked fiercely, the defenders everywhere still tenaciously held their positions.

Yang Ling's guerrilla battalion was ordered to withdraw to the area of ​​Daguang Road to rest and stand by. The brothers were bloodied for several days on the battlefield under heavy artillery fire. At this moment, they were also exhausted and paralyzed.

Most of the brothers in the guerrilla battalion were veterans. Although it was already dark outside, they still slept soundly, because they knew that even worse battles were waiting for them when they woke up.

The night in the twelfth lunar month was already as cold as an ice cellar. Even though Yang Ling was wrapped in a ragged army blanket, he woke up from the cold in the middle of the night. After waking up from the cold, he couldn't fall asleep again. He hadn't had a solid sleep these days.

Wrapped in a military blanket, he got close to the fire, and looked out at the sky through the hole in the broken window. The flashes of artillery fire flickered from time to time, revealing the dark clouds, which looked extraordinarily hideous.

Yang Ling's heart was heavy, not only for the thousands of brothers who followed him, but also for the safety of the hundreds of thousands of people. These were like a stone, and he couldn't breathe.

He took out the exquisite little box from his pocket, took out the Blue Sky and White Sun Medal awarded to him, and looked at it with the help of the faint firelight. I wonder if so many brothers were sacrificed for this medal. Is it worth it?

"Commander, why aren't you sleeping?"

Qin Shou pushed the door open and came in, and a gust of cold wind poured into the room, which made Yang Ling's brain clearer.

"What's the matter?" Yang Ling asked when Qin Shou came back from the sentry post.

The weather outside was cold, Qin Shou hurriedly went to the fire and complained: "It's nothing, even in such a cold day, the little devils don't stop, this cold gun has never stopped, it's really unsustainable."

Yang Ling smiled. It would be strange if the devils stopped. They had already reached the city of Nanjing, and they couldn't wait to plant their military flag on the top of the city.

"Battalion Commander, what medal did you get?" Qin Shou rubbed his frozen hands and moved to the fire, and asked curiously when he saw the Blue Sky and White Sun medal in Yang Ling's hand.

Yang Ling didn't hide anything, he showed the Blue Sky and White Sun Medal, and Qin Shou's eyes straightened when he saw it.

"Where is my mother, the Medal of Blue Sky and White Sun—"

Seeing that Yang Ling won the Blue Sky and White Sun Medal, Qin Shou exclaimed. He did not expect Yang Ling to get this medal. He was both envious and jealous. It was many times better than his fourth-class Baoding Medal.

"I'll give it to you if you like it." Seeing Qin Shou's eyes shining, Yang Ling didn't care much about the medal. The battle was fought by his brothers, so Qin Shou and the others didn't care.

"Hey, I already have the Baoding Medal, and it's useless to have more. You can keep it, Battalion Commander."

Qin Shou hastily waved his hand and rejected Yang Ling's proposal. Although the Blue Sky and White Sun Medal made him jealous, he knew in his heart that it belonged to Yang Ling and no one could take it away. Just throw your life on the battlefield, how can you live until now.

"Okay, you have worked hard after fighting for so long, go to sleep quickly, it will be dawn later." Yang Ling put away the Blue Sky and White Sun Medal, and urged Qin Shou to go to rest quickly.

Qin Shou was still thinking about when he would get a Blue Sky and White Sun Medal. Hearing Yang Ling's urging, he suddenly felt sleepy. He stood up from the fire, greeted Yang Ling, went to the corner of the wall and lay down on the dry grass. Down, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Qin Shou had a long dream. He dreamed of the battlefield full of bullets and the bloody faces of his brothers. In the end, he dreamed that he was riding a tall horse, wearing the Blue Sky and White Sun Medal, and walking on the dirt road in the village. There were all the old and young men in the village standing there, and they looked at him enviously. He grinned, and I was also the one who had won the Blue Sky and White Sun Medal.

Qin Shou's sweet dream was awakened by the shrill air defense sirens. Just as he opened his eyes, several aerial bombs had already landed in the yard, making the yard smoky with rumbling noises.

"Damn it, I really don't want people to live in peace." Cursing, Qin Shou quickly got up from the ground and hid in a solid corner.

Da da da--

There was a violent machine gun sound outside. It was the quadruple anti-aircraft machine guns firing at the incoming enemy planes, but they only fired a few rows of bullets, and a bomb even blew up people and guns to pieces.

There were more than 30 bombers in the devil's bomber fleet, and the place they passed was filled with gunpowder smoke. Countless crumbling buildings were bombed to collapse, and many brothers were killed in the bombing while they were sleeping.

The Devil bomber flew towards the east of Nanjing. Before the gunpowder smoke cleared, Yang Ling's voice rang out in the courtyard: "Quickly rescue the wounded!"

Qin Shou rushed out with his brothers who were hiding in the strong house. The courtyard and the streets were already in a mess. Bombed corpses could be seen everywhere, and the surviving seriously wounded wailed in pain.

"Damn it!" Qin Shou cursed fiercely. He saw the student recruit Wang Zikun crying over the corpse of a female student.

Qin Shou remembered that Wang Zikun and this female student came from the same school. Yesterday evening, the group of veterans saw Wang Zikun with her, and they even joked about it. Unexpectedly, in just one night, they were separated from each other.

The devil's bomber fleet came too fast, and the patriots of the field service regiment who got up early and cooked for the soldiers on the street suffered a lot of casualties. Yang Ling ordered the brothers to help rescue them.

"Look at the attitude of the devil, he is going to break the city today."

Looking at the fleet of bombers going away, the company commander Wang Huzi looked solemn.

Yang Ling could also sense the impatience of the little devil. If he sent planes to bomb him so early in the morning, today's battle would be even more cruel and tragic. I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to rest for long, and they would have to go up again.

"Wang Huzi, take someone to collect the ammunition now. Remember to get as many bullets and grenades as you can." Yang Ling ordered Wang Huzi to replenish the ammunition without delay.

Most of the positions outside Nanjing fell, and the next step was the brutal street fighting in the city. In the narrow streets and alleys, heavy firepower would be limited, and small hand grenades would be more effective.

Wang Huzi responded, and immediately beckoned his brother to go to the warehouse where the ammunition was stored.

Yang Ling directed the brothers to rush the injured people to the field hospital a few streets away.

The field hospital was set up in a spacious school, and all the classrooms were temporarily turned into wards. Tens of thousands of wounded soldiers crowded here, and even the aisles were full of people lying there. The smell of medicine was mixed with gunpowder smoke and blood. The hospital was full of stench and howling.

But now no one cares about it. Wounded soldiers are constantly being sent here from the front line. The field hospital is poorly equipped. They can only rescue those who can be saved first. Many seriously injured people who cannot be saved are lying there in pain waiting to die.

"Is there a military doctor? We have wounded here—"

Yang Ling led more than a dozen brothers to clear the way with guns, and hurriedly carried the injured to the field hospital.

Body 2 Chapter Ninety of Obscure Feelings

"Do you know where the military doctor is?" Yang Ling strode to the corridor full of wounded soldiers, stopped him and asked.