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

The panicked women struggled to get up under Jiao Chaoming's reminder, and staggered towards the distance.

"Baga! You're dead! You're dead!" The Japanese officer was furious when he saw the prey he got ran away. He raised the short gun in his hand and pulled the trigger.

The bullet penetrated the chest of a young woman, and then embedded itself in the ground. The woman screamed and fell to the ground, her dirty face was full of pain.

The Japanese officer's face was distorted and terrifying, and he ordered to the Japanese soldiers: "Kill them!"

Those Japanese soldiers who did not go after Jiao Chaoming laughed grinningly, stood up and raised their guns, and fired at the women who ran away in panic.

Crackling gunshots rang out, and the bullets flew out with gunpowder smoke at a very high speed. The running women were shot and fell to the ground one after another.

Jiao Chaoming was already in a panic under the pursuit of more than a dozen Japanese soldiers. When he turned around and saw those women were shot and killed on the spot, his eyes turned red immediately.

"Little devil! I'm drafting grandma!" Jiao Chaoming cursed loudly, with a cry in his voice. He wanted to save people, but found that his strength was so weak.

Jiao Chaoming ran in the rain of bullets, cursing, and the cold wind with gunpowder smoke poured into his throat, making him choke up, a line of clear tears flowed down his eyes and onto his cheeks, making his face full of gunpowder smoke appear There are gray marks.

"Push!"

The Japanese army did not show the slightest pity or sympathy for the women who survived the bullets. The sharp bayonets pierced their vital organs without hesitation, and they were carrying out brutal massacres.

These dehumanized Japanese soldiers have turned into wild beasts at this moment. In their view, everything in this city they worked so hard to conquer now belongs to them, and they can enjoy everything and slaughter everything without restraint.

"Kill!"

"You little devil! Die!"

Just as the little devil pulled out the blood-stained bayonet from the women's bodies, a large group of Chinese soldiers roaring like beasts rushed out from the smoke and dust of the street.

"China people! China people!" Japanese soldiers saw these murderous Chinese soldiers and hurriedly shouted warnings.

"Da da da da da-"

The Chinese machine gunner who rushed to the front hung the machine gun around his neck, and fired while running with his arms around the machine gun. The trembling machine gun shot out the bullets like a hurricane.

"Puff!" The violent machine gun bullets instantly knocked off the helmets of the Japanese soldiers and shattered their heads. They became the best living targets in the street, and they kept wailing and fell down, as if The people they just shot.

The bullets swept across everything violently, and gunpowder smoke and blood mist floated in the air. In just one face-to-face effort, more than half of the Japanese army had already fallen into a pool of blood.

"Retreat! Retreat!" Seeing the large number of Chinese soldiers, the second lieutenant of the Japanese army hurriedly roared and turned around and ran away. Although they were not afraid of death, it did not mean that they were fools.

Seeing the street full of dead bodies, Liu Yidao yelled with red eyes: "I'll chase after you! No one will be left behind!"

Liu Yidao led more than 200 bayonet-mounted veterans to chase after the fleeing Japanese soldiers, while Yang Ling and the others stayed behind.

"The little devil is really inferior to a beast!"

Seeing nearly a hundred residents lying dead in a pool of blood, anger filled every brother's chest, like a surging volcano, which could erupt at any time.

Jiao Chaoming was rescued by Yang Ling and the others. He knelt beside those dead people and cried loudly: "I'm really useless, I'm useless..."

He watched these people being slaughtered by the Japanese army helplessly, and he was full of self-blame.

Jiao Chaoming was Yang Ling's subordinate when he was on the battlefield in Shanghai, and later became the squad leader of the guard battalion, the deputy commander of the garrison. This time, the commander's department was evacuated, and Wu Jiang asked him to come over to deliver news to Yang Ling.

Seeing Jiao Chaoming crying sadly, every brother felt bad. As a soldier, although they didn't understand many principles, but seeing their own people being massacred so wantonly, their hearts were broken. I was also in pain, hating those ferocious devils.

"Don't cry, we will avenge this blood feud!" Yang Ling patted Jiao Chaoming on the shoulder, comforting him in a deep voice.

Jiao Chaoming wiped away his tears and stood up. Although he was deeply saddened, he did not forget his mission.

"Battalion Commander, Commander Tang ordered a retreat..." He told Yang Ling the order to retreat.

Although Yang Ling knew that this day would happen sooner or later, he still had luck and hoped that a miracle would happen, but this day finally came, and the officers still escaped.

When Wang Huzi, who was covered in blood, heard Jiao Chaoming's words, he immediately became anxious: "What are you talking about! Withdraw! This Nanjing is still in our hands, why withdraw!"

There are sufficient ammunition and food reserves in the city of Nanjing. Although the city wall has been breached, the troops from all walks of life are still relying on the buildings in the city to resist.

"This group of officials who are called dogs are not as good as animals!"

These brothers who were fighting bloody battles on the battlefield heard that the chief had withdrawn, and they all cursed. Back in Shanghai, the chief ran fast, but the hundreds of thousands of troops were messed up and defeated in the morning. This time the chief ran away again. They are disheartened.

"Battalion Commander, hurry up and take the brothers to withdraw. All the troops have started to run away. If you don't leave, you won't be able to leave at that time." Seeing that Yang Ling hadn't spoken for a long time, Jiao Chaoming urged.

Wang Huzi grabbed Jiao Chaoming's collar and said, "If we withdraw, wouldn't my brothers who died die in vain!?"

Jiao Chaoming also spread his hands, very helpless: "Mr. Tang has already withdrawn. If you don't withdraw, I'm afraid you will have to confess here. There is no chance of revenge."

Yang Ling also recalled that now that all the troops had withdrawn, their staying here would be like hitting a stone with a pebble, although he wanted to serve the country with his death and avenge his dead brothers.

But he is a battalion commander, a trustworthy follower in the hail of bullets, and he cannot push them into the pit of fire.

If the officers were still in Nanjing, there was still a glimmer of hope of victory in the street fighting, but as soon as Tang Shengzhi and the others left, the hearts of the people would be scattered. It is not him, a small battalion commander, who can turn the tide. What he has to do now is not to fight the devils, but It is to live with these brothers.

"Except for guns and bullets, throw away everything else and prepare to evacuate!"

Yang Ling's voice was still steady, reassuring those brothers who were flustered when they heard the evacuation order.

"Have all the surrounding troops received the retreat order?" Yang Ling pulled Jiao Chaoming aside and asked.

Jiao Chaoming replied: "The commanders of each army sent people to notify separately, and they should have been notified."

Yang Ling felt that it was not safe, so he called a few quick-witted brothers over and told them to inform Commander Xie Chengrui, who was still fighting nearby, and the brothers of the 156th Division to retreat together.

The brothers in the guerrilla battalion fought bloody and shed blood and tears in order to defend Nanjing, but at this moment they had to evacuate to Xiaguan in embarrassment. Their hearts were full of unwillingness, and they were completely disappointed with those officers.

Yang Ling is also anxious to rush to Xiaguan now, because he told Lao Yangun that they collected the ferry boat and they agreed to arrive at Xiaguan after dark. If they want to save more people, they must first control the boat. If the boat is robbed by rebels, That's all over.

When Yang Ling and the others hurriedly retreated to Xiaguan, many troops who persisted in fighting did not receive the order to retreat, and were still fighting the Japanese army repeatedly.

"Old Sun, I think something is wrong." Chen Yiding, the deputy commander of the 87th Division, said to Sun Tianfang, the deputy commander of the 261st Brigade.

Their contact with the division headquarters has been cut off, and they have been separated by the Japanese army from their allies. Now their eyes are darkened, and they hear something wrong with the sound of gunfire.

The deputy brigade commander Sun Tianfang also felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly sent several capable scouts across the line of fire to find friendly troops to inquire about the situation.

Two hours later, the scouts came back to report the news, saying that the 83rd Army of the Guangdong Army had left the Taiping Gate and headed northeast.

"Mom, I'm afraid these bastards are going to run away," the deputy commander of the 87th Division cursed after hearing the report.

Deputy brigade commander Sun Tianfang said solemnly: "Then what should we do? All the friendly troops have withdrawn, and there is no cover for the flanks, and we may be in danger of being surrounded."

Chen Yiding sighed and said, "But we didn't have an order to evacuate. If we evacuate the position without authorization, who can bear the responsibility?"

As soon as these words came out, both of them were relatively speechless, and their brows were tightly frowned.

"Should we call the regimental leaders over to discuss it? It's better than just sit and wait." Deputy brigade commander Sun Tianfang suggested.