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

"Bang! Bang!"

The gunfire frightened those who were trying to get closer. Yang Ling jumped onto the sandbag and shouted at the top of his voice, "Women, children and wounded soldiers, come to the front! Those with guns, gather over there!"

Body 3 Chapter [-] Stop the Enemy!

The river beach under the night was in chaos. Yang Ling's words didn't make them feel the slightest sense of security. They were still rushing forward in a rush.

Although their guns were erected, there were all their compatriots in front of them, and many comrades who fought side by side with them during the day, they couldn't bear to shoot.

Yang Ling was still roaring with all his strength, but the crowd was rushing over like a sea wave, and they were about to break through their defensive circle. Once they broke through, so many people would squeeze the boat, causing more casualties. Just as he was hesitating whether to really When the shot was fired, the gun went off.

"Da da da da da-"

The hurricane-like bullets sank into the bodies of the people, the blood was soaring, and the blood mist rose, and those crowded people fell down like harvesting wheat, staining the ground red.

A sturdy team used machine gun bullets to clear the way, plowing a bloody path abruptly, and they arrived at Yang Ling's side stepping on the corpse.

Seeing these rout soldiers who were a bit more fierce and tough than the Japanese army, Wang Huzi and others became very vigilant, and hurriedly pulled the bolt of their guns, all the muzzles of the black holes were aimed at this group of people.

"Brother Yang, kindness doesn't command soldiers!" The leader of this group of defeated soldiers was a capable major officer, who had no fear of Wang Huzi's guns, so he walked over and looked at Yang Ling and said.

Yang Ling recognized this bloodstained man. It was Zhao Wenbin, battalion commander of the Northeast Army of the 122nd Division they separated when they broke out in Jiangyin.

Yang Ling also knew that compassion was not in charge of soldiers, but he really couldn't do it when facing these compatriots and comrades-in-arms. How could Zhao Wenbin not show mercy at all, and he couldn't do anything to his own people.

"Brother Yang, don't blame me for being cruel. If you don't shoot and kill some people, if you can't keep the situation down, more people will die!" Zhao Wenbin walked up to Yang Ling and said in a low voice.

How could Yang Ling not understand these principles, but after all, he was not as cruel as him, so he asked, "Is your injury okay?"

When Zhao Wenbin saw Yang Ling speak, the smile returned to his face. He was still worried that Yang Ling would blame him for this. He pointed to his gauze-wrapped arm and said that he was stabbed by the devil. The wound was not deep, so it was fine.

"Hey, I chopped off the legs of the devil who hurt me."

Zhao Wenbin grinned, but Wang Huzi and the others next to him were shocked. This guy was not only cruel to his own people, but also cruel to his enemies. He was a lunatic.

"Don't worry about organizing the evacuation, I'll help you suppress the situation." Zhao Wenbin jumped off the sandbag with a smile. No one would have thought that such a gentle person would kill more than 100 of his own people without blinking an eye.

"Listen to me, women, children, and wounded soldiers go first, and the scattered brothers gather over there!"

Zhao Wenbin's roar was much more useful than Yang Ling's. Those people feared that he was full of blood and did not dare to make trouble again.

Old Smoker and the others brought their boats to the shore. Yang Ling was relieved that these hundreds of boats could save many people.

"Battalion Commander!" Lao Yanqiang and Yang Dashu jumped off the boat to salute Yang Ling, and Captain Zhang Tie of the guerrilla team also shook hands with Yang Ling.

Yang Ling also expressed his gratitude to them for arriving in time: "You have worked hard."

"How many boats did you bring?" Yang Ling asked.

"A total of 530 five boats, those few small steamers can hold a lot of people."

When the ship docked, Yang Ling immediately organized the women, children and wounded soldiers to board the ship and evacuate first.

These women and children were crying helplessly, but now Yang Ling gave them hope, saved their lives, made them grateful to Yang Ling, and some even knelt on the bow of the boat and kowtowed to this side.

Boats full of soldiers and civilians shuttled back and forth on both sides of the strait, saving desperate people under Japanese artillery fire.

"Shunzi, protect them." Yang Ling sent Zhang Hongying and some wounded soldiers to the boat, and asked the reconnaissance platoon leader Shunzi to cross the river to investigate the situation.

"Don't worry, Battalion Commander, everything will be fine." Shunzi hurriedly agreed.

Seeing Yang Ling standing in the cold wind, Zhang Hongying ran over and gave him a hug: "I'm waiting for you on the other side, I must be alive."

Yang Ling patted her on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, the bullet that wants to kill me hasn't been made yet."

Although Yang Ling made a joke again, Zhang Hongying couldn't laugh. She punched Yang Ling's chest, turned around and boarded the boat, and stood at the bow of the boat silently watching Yang Ling with tears in her eyes.

Everyone knew that staying on the river beach for one minute longer would be more dangerous, but Yang Ling couldn't leave, he was the officer, he had to stay to maintain order, otherwise no one would be able to leave.

Seeing the fishing boat carrying Zhang Hongying and the others getting farther and farther away, and finally disappearing into the darkness, Yang Ling took a deep breath, full of blood, and strode towards the gathered rout soldiers.

These routs were ordered to retreat, but there were no boats along the river, and even if there were boats, they were controlled by some units such as the 36th Division, busy transporting their own people, and these brothers without boats had no choice but to take risks.

There are already 3000 or [-] soldiers who have been assembled, each of them is blackened by gunpowder smoke, and hunger and exhaustion erode them.

They also fought with guns to defend the city, and shed blood and died, but they were abandoned by the officers and became outcasts. Looking at their blood-stained uniforms, Yang Ling felt heavy.

Soldiers once shed the last drop of blood for this country and nation, but after many years, no one remembers their names. They sacrificed, and they couldn't even get a straw mat. It has to be said that this is the tragedy of soldiers in this era.

"Brothers! I am Yang Ling, commander of the guerrilla battalion lieutenant colonel!" Yang Ling spoke from a high place with a loudspeaker in hand.

"You are soldiers when you put on this uniform! You fought bloody battles with the devils and are worthy of the title of heroes! But today, here! I hope you can still hold your chest up and use your life to protect the unarmed civilians behind you! Like before Same, use our flesh and blood to block the devils! Cover the evacuation of the people! I will be with you!"

Yang Ling's words were so impassioned that many people felt ashamed that they had just fled in embarrassment and shot at the people.

"Mr. Yang, will you be with us?" someone in the crowd asked loudly, terrified of being abandoned.

"If I, Yang Ling, run away first, you can shoot me to death! But if any of you don't obey the order and run away! Then I won't spare you either!"

"Mr. Yang! We listen to you!"

"Yes! We follow your command!"

These brothers are all passionate men, not all of them are greedy for life and fear of death, it's just that the chief ran away without a leader, and now Yang Ling stood up, and Yang Ling was their chief.

Seeing that a lieutenant colonel and battalion commander in Yang Ling could command more than 2000 people, even Zhao Wenbin, who had been a staff officer, had to admire Yang Ling, he was so good at fooling around.

More than 2000 rout troops were temporarily formed by Yang Ling, and a defensive position was established relying on the river beach to prevent the surprise attack of the vanguard devils and cover the people crossing the river.

Hundreds of boats may seem like a lot, but facing thousands of people is a drop in the bucket, but everyone tried their best.

While Yang Ling was busy organizing the evacuation of the people on the river beach, Nanjing Mayor Xiao Shanling was leading the police force and gendarmerie to maintain order near the gate of Yijiangmen.

When he heard that someone organized the ferry to evacuate from the river beach, Xiao Shan was overjoyed, and hurriedly asked, "Which officer is directing the evacuation?"

The guard replied: "It seems to be a battalion commander surnamed Yang. He asked someone to get hundreds of boats."

"Okay, okay... the people of Nanjing are saved." Xiao Shanling was a little incoherent in his excitement.

"Mr. Xiao, there are a large group of enemies coming this way!" At this moment, someone rushed to report.

Xiao Shanling pulled out Browning from his waist and shouted: "The enemy has already passed, follow me to stop the enemy!"

The surrounding gendarmerie and police forces pulled their guns one after another, following Nanjing Mayor Xiao Shan's orders to stop the Japanese army on the spot and cover the evacuation of the people.

Body 3 Chapter [-]

Under the darkness of night, the city of Nanjing was full of gunpowder and flames, and the dark night sky was illuminated red. Fierce gunshots were still resounding in the urban area, and the scattered troops were still resisting.