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

After a brief understanding of the situation, Yang Ling said: "Since you have been dispersed, come with us."

Yang Ling's words were undeniable. Seeing Yang Ling's resolute face, Zhang Hongying felt extremely at ease in her heart. She blushed and nodded, agreeing to Yang Ling's suggestion.

"Liu Yidao, the main road is impassable. Let's take the alley over there." Yang Ling immediately ordered the troops to bypass the main road and take the small road to Xiaguan.

Body 3 Chapter Thirteen

Under the gloomy night, crowds of people on the Xiaguan river beach surged and wailed, and the sound of guns from the city became more and more intense. The soldiers and civilians in the dark night were terrified, and the desire to survive forced them to take risks.

Many rout soldiers and civilians demolished the houses close to the city wall, and jumped into the water with wooden planks and other things that could float. It felt like dumpling.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, the river was bitterly bitter, with strong winds and waves. Many people seemed to have fallen into hell. When a wave passed, people disappeared. The river was already full of floating corpses. Under the reflection of the fire, the river was red with blood.

As soon as the only ferry docked, tens of thousands of people rushed over, and the broken soldiers were also crazy, shooting continuously, the ground was stained red with blood, and they rushed onto the boat stepping on the corpses.

Many people were clinging to the side of the boat and were unwilling to let go. The boat, which could only carry 400 people, squeezed 600 people onto it.

An overweight ferry could not bear the weight, and it rolled over as soon as it reached the center of the river. Thousands of people on the river beach watched those compatriots splashing in the river, shouting, and soon there will be no more. No sound, only Man Jiang's wronged souls.

Scenes of tragic scenes were staged in this dark night. People still jumped into the water continuously, trying to swim to the other side, but none of them succeeded, and most of them sank to the bottom of the river to feed the fish.

Many desperate people looked at the surging river, knelt on the ground and howled that God would not give them a way to survive. Some people began to turn around the city and ran to the refugee area to escape. This night, everyone was running for survival.

The guerrilla battalion brothers led by Yang Ling blew up yards and walls all the way, and took a small road to reach the crowded river beach. Looking at the surging river, these soldiers who had never been afraid of the brutal Japanese army felt the despair in their hearts.

"Brothers, follow me, a boat will come to pick us up!" As an officer, Yang Ling could clearly feel the uneasiness and despair in the hearts of the brothers, and stepped forward to comfort them in time.

Yang Ling was able to set an example when he was fighting, and he treated the soldiers like brothers on weekdays. In such a chaotic situation, the brothers in the guerrilla battalion chose to trust Yang Ling instead of disbanding and fleeing for their lives.

With the trust of so many brothers, Yang Ling's heart was moved, and he vowed to bring them out of Asura Hell alive.

They searched on the upper reaches of the river beach and finally found a place with few people and stopped. They still held hands and did not dare to let go. In this chaotic situation, once they left the team, it meant that they could never find the team again. Yes, very dangerous.

More than a dozen of the wounded they rescued from the battlefield failed to survive due to lack of medicine, and those who were still alive were dying, but Yang Ling never wanted to give up on them.

"Sir, don't worry about our troubles, run for your lives." Seeing Yang Ling patrolling over, a wounded soldier with a broken arm said so.

Yang Ling knelt down to comfort him and said, "Heal with peace of mind, don't think about anything, they are all brothers in my guerrilla camp, and I, Yang Ling, will never abandon any of my brothers."

Yang Ling's words reached the ears of those uninjured brothers, and they were also moved. They were not afraid of fighting the Japanese army to the death on the battlefield, but they were often worried about being injured and being abandoned. They had been abandoned too many times.

Now Yang Ling's promises and actions are so true that these brothers are willing to follow such an officer wholeheartedly, because they share life and death together and can unite to overcome any difficulties.

The mood of the brothers in the guerrilla battalion was still optimistic under the influence of Yang Ling's personal charm, but the tens of thousands of civilians and defeated soldiers near them were in despair. Many soldiers who had a mental breakdown shot themselves, and some frenziedly shot at the crowd , tragedies continue to happen.

Looking at this scene, Yang Ling felt powerless. Although he wanted to stop and save countless innocent people, his personal strength was too weak.

Zhang Hongying has been busy these days in fear. Although the officials vowed to live and die with the city a few days ago, she felt a strong uneasiness in her heart.

Now that the officers ran away, she felt so helpless when she saw the clogged streets and when she was separated from the people in the field hospital, and she wanted to cry.

When she was most helpless, Yang Ling once again appeared in front of her like a general in armor, using his not-so-broad chest to shield her from the wind and rain. Although she was still in danger, she felt in her heart that the Unprecedented solidity and full of security.

"Hongying, I think you are very tired. Do you want to sleep for a while?" Yang Ling walked to Zhang Hongying and sat down. Looking at her haggard and exhausted, he said that he put a torn military blanket on her body.

Zhang Hongying shook her head: "How can I sleep now."

Yang Ling sighed. In such a situation where life and death are still waiting, maybe the only way to sleep is to cross the river. Seeing Zhang Hongying's exhausted appearance, he felt pity in his heart.

"Brother Yang, will there really be a boat to pick us up?" Zhang Hongying asked worriedly, leaning on Yang Ling's shoulder.

Yang Ling replied firmly: "Trust me, someone will definitely come to pick us up, and we will cross the river safely."

When Yang Ling and the others were waiting for their ships on the cold river beach, several small steamers came from the upper reaches of the Yangtze River. Behind these steamers, there was a long line of merchant and fishing boats.

"Hurry up! Hurry up!" Yang Dashu kept urging, they came to pick up people here as agreed with Yang Ling, and they pulled all the boats they collected as soon as it got dark.

The old smoker was leaning against the side of the boat, smoking a long pipe, his eyes kept looking ahead, worried that the gunboats blocking the river would rush over and open fire on them.

But it was clear that their worries were overblown. The gunboats that blocked the river had already fled for their lives. Now there were only a small number of ships controlled by various troops on the entire river, constantly transporting soldiers from their respective troops to flee.

The old smoker and the others arrived at the Xiaguan River without any risk along the way, and did not encounter the attack of the gunboats blocking the river.

"Company commander, company commander, look!" the sentinel standing at the bow exclaimed.

The old smoker hurriedly put down the dry smoker, and rushed to the bow with Yang Dashu and others. They looked around, and under the light of the fire, the entire river beach was already crowded with tens of thousands of people. Take a breath.

"Damn, what's going on?" Seeing so many people crowded on the river beach, Yang Dashu was full of doubts.

The old smoker muttered to himself: "I'm afraid the city is broken..."

A large number of ships arrived at the Xiaguan River, and were soon discovered by people on the river beach.

"Boat! There is a boat over there!" Someone exclaimed and jumped up happily.

"We are saved! We are saved... Bodhisattva bless you, Bodhisattva bless you..." Some people were so happy that they burst into tears.

This feeling of surviving in a desperate situation made them keep waving their arms at the old smokers, begging for a way out.

"Don't get close!" Old Smoker looked at the people on the river beach who were waving and shouting wildly, and hurriedly ordered not to approach them. Once they got close, the boat might be overwhelmed.

"What about the Battalion Commander and the others, it's too dark to see them." Old Smoker and the others searched for Yang Ling and the others among the crowd, but as far as the eye could see, the river beach for more than ten miles was full of crowded heads, and they could see clearly from there.

"Battalion Commander, there is a boat! There is a boat coming from upstream!" Wang Huzi shouted excitedly.

Yang Ling also hurriedly pulled Zhang Hongying to stand up. He couldn't restrain his joy when he saw the long row of boats on the river.

"Liu Yidao!" Yang Ling immediately shouted, "Build a defensive position!"

"Wang Beard! Set up the machine gun for me!"

"Yes!"

Under Yang Ling's order, hundreds of brothers from the guerrilla battalion forcibly built a simple defensive circle on the river beach to prevent people from snatching the boat.

Seeing that everything was ready, Yang Ling ordered: "Brothers, call out our guerrilla battalion and my name! Tell them to bring the boat over!"

"Guerrilla Battalion! Yang Ling!"

"Guerrilla Battalion! Yang Ling!"

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The chorus of hundreds of people quickly suppressed the chaotic voices. Old Smoker and the others also heard the voice, and hurriedly moved the boat to this side.

Seeing the boat approaching, those refugees and rout soldiers crowded in frantically!Yang Ling immediately ordered to shoot as a warning.

"Da da da!"