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

"Okay, I will do as you said." Chen Yiding agreed to the proposal without hesitation.

Soon the heads of all the regiments fighting on the front line were rushed to the division headquarters, and they also felt the unusual atmosphere.

"Everyone, our flanking troops have already withdrawn. We have lost contact with the headquarters. We don't know what's going on. But if we are tired of staying here, we may be surrounded by the Japanese army. Let's discuss what to do." Chen Yiding Said the current predicament without hesitation.

The group leaders were all good people, and they said in unison: "We listen to Mr. Chen, and we will do whatever you say."

Chen Yiding knew that he would be shot for evacuating the position without authorization, so he didn't dare to take this responsibility, so he hurriedly waved his hands and said, "Let's all discuss it."

"Let's withdraw." Sun Tianfang suggested at the right time.

Chen Yiding looked at the group leaders and said, "It's okay to withdraw, but all of us here must sign and print our fingerprints."

The sound of artillery outside was rumbling, and the Japanese army's offensive became more fierce. Several regiment leaders looked at each other, nodded and agreed, and signed the retreat order one after another.

"Everyone, go back and prepare quickly. Don't take anything you can't take with you, and withdraw to Xiaguan first before making a decision."

The regiment leaders didn't dare to hesitate, and immediately went back to organize the troops to break through and retreat.

Body 3 Chapter Twelve I Protect You

Nanjing has been turned into ruins, and the streets that have been fried to the point of being soft and rotten are crowded with people. The streets near Xiaguan are full of human heads as far as the eye can see.

Yang Ling crossed the ruins and the charred corpses with a heavy heart, but when he saw the desperate and panicked crowd, his heart was pierced like a knife.

His resolute face was full of pain. The Japanese invaders invaded my country and slaughtered my homeland, but they were helpless as soldiers. What kind of sadness is this.

One after another, gunshots rang out among the crowd from time to time. It was the ferocious rout soldiers trying to use bullets to break out a way out, and fired at their own people from time to time.

Blood splattered, cursed again and again, the whole city was crying, howling, the ancient city under the haze was billowing with smoke, and the blood was like hell.

"Battalion Commander! The surrounding streets are also blocked! What should I do!"

Company commander Wang Huzi rushed back anxiously to report that the road leading to Xiaguan was blocked, and they had nowhere to go.

Yang Ling told Wang Huzi: "Let the brothers hold hands and stay where they are, and don't be scattered by the crowd!"

Under Yang Ling's order, the remaining 400 brethren covered in gunpowder in the guerrilla battalion joined hands to protect the wounded and prevent them from being scattered by the crowd.

Yang Ling handed the rifle to Wang Huzi, and he ran out of the team and into the next room.

"The battalion commander won't run away, right?" Seeing Yang Ling disappearing into the ruins, some brothers muttered softly.

Liu Yidao kicked the brother a few times angrily, and cursed: "What the hell are you talking about, the battalion commander won't abandon us!"

Wang Huzi's lips twitched and he didn't speak, but he also had doubts in his heart. There were not a few officers who left their troops to escape alone, so it was hard to guarantee that Yang Ling would not run away.

Most of the houses in the city were blown into ruins, the roofs disappeared, the windows and doors became holes, and only the bare and mottled walls remained.

Yang Ling climbed up the wall of a house along the dilapidated ladder. Standing high and looking far away, he had a panoramic view of everything around him. Seeing the crowded street, he felt helpless.

"I just said that the battalion commander won't leave us behind!" Liu Yidao grinned when he saw Yang Ling appear on the roof.

All the brothers around him breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing Yang Ling standing on the wall, they felt extremely at ease.

Yang Ling used the captured Cao Changjing to look around, looking for a road leading to the river. Among the turbulent crowd, he saw a familiar figure, and he couldn't move away anymore.

Zhang Hongying was using her frail body to protect the wounded on the stretcher, and the people around were pushing and cursing.

She is like a flat boat in the sea, which may capsize at any time. Her frail body arouses sympathy, and Yang Ling has a strong sense of responsibility, wanting to protect her from any harm.

The evacuation order issued by the commander-in-chief of the garrison was extremely hasty, and the field hospital where Zhang Hongying was located was also evacuated in a hurry, but when they reached the street, the road was already blocked by the defeated troops and the people...

There are more than 30 residents and more than [-] troops in the entire Nanjing city, and they are all rushing to Xiaguan at this moment. Their personal strength is so weak and powerless amidst the thousands of people, Zhang Hongying and the others were washed away.

Yang Ling hurriedly got off the wall, and led the brothers from the guerrilla battalion to forcefully squeeze to where Zhang Hongying was.

Zhang Hongying was so busy trying to rescue the wounded soldiers these days that she hadn't closed her eyes for several days. Now, in this noisy and turbulent crowd, she was protecting the wounded soldiers with her body, and she was getting weaker and weaker.

A wave of tyrannical rout soldiers rushed over, and immediately rushed dozens of medical staff and wounded soldiers to pieces.

"Damn it! Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" These rout soldiers who wanted to escape were fierce when they beat the Japanese soldiers, and they were merciless when they beat their own people.

The gun butts in their hands kept slamming at the people blocking the way, causing many people to be beaten to the ground immediately.

Those who fell on the ground had not had time to get up, but they were trampled by the crowd behind them, and people ran for their lives by stepping on the corpses.

Zhang Hongying guarded the wounded soldiers tightly, but she blocked the way for the rout soldiers to escape. Although he was a woman, these rout soldiers couldn't care less about these. Zhang Hongying waved it over.

Such a disfigured soldier was about to hit Zhang Hongying with the butt of his gun, when suddenly he was pushed aside, the butt of the gun brushed against Zhang Hongying's head and hit another person. screamed.

"Who the hell is pushing me!" Such a broken soldier staggered and almost fell to the ground. Once he fell, he would definitely be trampled into a pulp, he shouted back angrily.

"Boom!" Before he finished speaking, Yang Ling slapped him across the face, making him stunned.

Feeling the burning pain on his face, the rout soldier saw clearly that it was Yang Ling who beat him, and he was instantly furious.

"How dare you hit me!"

"Don't you dare to yell again, believe it or not, I will kill you!" Wang Huzi stepped forward, and the black muzzle of the gun had already reached the chin of this arrogant rout soldier.

Seeing their leader being pointed at with a gun, dozens of people following the rout soldier raised their guns in unison, but Liu Yidao and the others did not show any weakness, and hundreds of guns were raised.

Liu Yidao raised his head and pointed at the group of fleeing soldiers, shouting: "Beat the Japanese! It's quite impressive to bully your own people! You have the guts to go back and beat the Japanese! You cowards! Idiots!"

Liu Yidao's words pierced his heart. As soon as these words came out, these defeated soldiers suddenly felt guilty, and their momentum weakened.

"Which army do you belong to!? Who allowed you to beat ordinary people like this!" Yang Ling also asked with a straight face.

These rout soldiers bowed their heads and said nothing, after all, they still had a sense of honor in their hearts.

Seeing that they were silent, Yang Ling warned the leading company commander, "Don't let me see you bullying the common people next time, or it won't be as simple as a slap in the face!"

Although the rout company commander was on fire, Yang Ling, the lieutenant colonel and battalion commander, was here. He didn't dare to be presumptuous, apologized in a low voice, turned around and greeted: "Let's go!"

But Liu Yidao and the others didn't have Yang Ling's order, so they surrounded them tightly, so there was no room for them to leave.

Yang Ling didn't want to pursue it either. Everyone in this chaos wanted to escape for their lives. These people had also fought bloody battles against devils. It wasn't their fault, it was the fault of those officials who were greedy for life and fear of death. He didn't make things difficult for them and waved them away.

Zhang Hongying was rescued by Yang Ling and the others. She knew that if Yang Ling hadn't made a timely move, she might be knocked to the ground, and her life would be gone by then, so she was very grateful to Yang Ling.

"Commander Yang, thank you."

Zhang Hongying became even more haggard, and the cotton military uniform on her body was also stained with blood, which made Yang Ling feel distressed.

"Thank you for the little effort," Yang Ling asked, "Why are you evacuating now?"

Zhang Hongying said with a sigh: "We were ready to evacuate after receiving the order, but there were too many wounded..."