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

The news that there were still Chinese troops by the river quickly spread through the streets and alleys like the wind blowing, and reached the ears of Japanese soldiers who were venting their anger on the common people. meritorious service.

Before the Japanese infantry pounced towards Xiaguan arrived, the roaring Japanese planes had already pierced through the morning light and flew to the Xiaguan River Beach. The roar of the huge motor pierced people's ears and made the crowds crowded on the river beach panic. cried out.

"The devil plane is coming! Take cover!" The soldiers maintaining order shouted loudly.

But there was nowhere to hide on the river beach except for the weeds that had been trampled into the mud. He watched helplessly as the steel monster swooped down and let out a huge whistling sound in his ears.

"Da da da--"

The Japanese planes began to dive and shoot. The machine guns sprayed out a series of tongues of flame, and the bullets as thick as corn stalks swept down towards the crowd. The people crowded on the machine gun trajectory were all smashed to pieces, and their flesh and blood spattered.

As soon as one plane swooped down and shot over, another plane followed. They plowed out streaks of blood among the crowd on the river beach, and the dead and alive rolled together into the icy river water. blood red.

Japanese planes swooped back and forth on the river beach and strafed and bombed. An aerial bomb fell into the crowd, and with a bang, it exploded into mud and flesh all over the sky, leaving only stumps and broken bodies of dozens of civilians.

The entire river beach was in a mess, screaming and crying filled the air. The soldiers maintaining order roared and raised their guns to shoot, but the planes swept by and fired, and they were left with a pile of rotten meat.

Crowds of Japanese planes flew back and forth like crows. Seeing the common people running around abruptly, the Japanese pilots laughed ferociously. They liked this feeling.

But soon they got tired of playing, and the plane flew towards the boats on the river, and the fishing boats full of people crossing the river were mangled by their shooting.

The ships were riddled with holes, bombs were thrown and a huge water column rose up, and many ships were set alight. In the explosion, people and ships were blown into pieces all over the sky.

The vicinity of the city gate that Yang Ling and the others were guarding also suffered fierce attacks, and dozens of Japanese tanks rampaged along the street.

These tanks were bombarding and rushing forward while crushing the corpses. The chain dripping blood was still turning fast. Under the crushing of these steel monsters, Yang Ling and the others couldn't stop them. Their position was broken through, so they could only wait and fight. Back, back to the river beach, the Japanese tanks chased Yang Ling and the others relentlessly and beat them on the buttocks, watching the brothers fall one by one, Yang Ling's eyes were red, and he wanted to go back to fight, but he was dragged by Wang Huzi and the others. run.

The mud on the river beach was like rotten tofu. The Japanese tanks rushed up the river beach and sank into the mud. They could only turn their turrets and bombard them.

"Go up and blow them up!" Seeing the Japanese tanks sinking into the mud, Yang Ling ordered a counterattack.

Those angry brothers grabbed grenades and surrounded them like a pack of wolves from all directions, and the tanks and vehicles were turned into scrap iron in the rumbling explosion.

A large group of infantry soldiers from the Japanese army rushed through the Yijiang Gate and rushed towards the Xiaguan River Beach. They screamed with red eyes. Seeing the countless people on the river beach was like seeing bloody flies. It was bloody.

The blocking force led by Yang Ling seized several sandbag trenches on a slightly higher terrain near the river beach, and fired violent bullets at the Japanese infantry who rushed over, making them cry for their fathers and mothers, and left more than 100 corpses to retreat. down.

Body 3 Chapter Twenty The Last Resistance

The wide river beach was full of scars, and the screaming people were full of despair. Some people had a mental breakdown and shouted frantically, while others knelt down and cried bitterly. Nothing but despair.

The boats on the river were still shuttling back and forth despite the hail of bullets, stirring the blood-red river water, and the humid air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

The returning Japanese planes changed their attack targets and bombarded their temporary sniper position in Yangling. The bunker built with sandbags was razed to the ground in the smoke, and the overturned mud gave off a rotten smell.

Seizing the opportunity of the plane bombing, the Japanese infantry rushed up again. This time there were nearly 2000 people. They rubbed their bayonets and shouted loudly, trying to defeat the last resistance force.

Yang Ling and his group of brothers were also red-eyed. Facing these ferocious devil soldiers, they didn't take a step back, and they didn't dare to retreat, because they knew that their legs couldn't run away from bullets. There is a chance of survival, otherwise all will be finished, so they all risked their lives.

When the captain and company commander Yang Dashu saw the Japanese army rushing towards Wu Yangyang, he didn't care to shoot a little bit. He held the trigger with his arms around him and didn't let go, and swept it out with a fan.

The violent bullets swept across the empty river beach, and rushed into the Japanese army like a tiger. Those Japanese soldiers rushing in front were swept to the ground in pieces as if they were blown by a strong wind.

The Japanese soldiers behind were not intimidated, they were still shouting fiercely, stepped on the corpse and continued to rush forward straight.

All kinds of weapons of the defenders greeted them, the flying bullets tore through the air with piercing whistling, piercing into the human body continuously, blood splashed wildly, and the overturned mud gradually changed color.

"Hit!"

"Kill the devil!"

In the hail of bullets, the guarding brothers also roared, pouring bullets at the fastest speed, filled with gunpowder smoke, and filled with dead bodies.

"Kill and change!" the Japanese commander bared his teeth and roared, the words fell silent, the flying stray bullets shattered his neck, and he fell down in the mud.

Yang Ling was lying in a crater emitting green smoke, and kept pulling the bolt to shoot at the rushing Japanese soldiers. His marksmanship was good, and more than a dozen Japanese soldiers had already been knocked down by him.

But there were too many Japanese soldiers, their light machine guns, heavy machine guns, grenade launchers, and mortars were all pulled up, and they were relentlessly sweeping at Yang Ling and the others. The brothers suffered heavy casualties and were severely suppressed. On the river beach.

Yang Ling turned his head and glanced at the people who were still crossing the river behind him. He could only stand upright with his troops, hoping to cover the evacuation of more people.

After paying countless casualties, the Japanese army broke through Yangling's firepower network. Looking at these Japanese soldiers charging up with bayonets, many brothers who were still firing guns looked around. Most of their comrades died, and the surrounding area was empty. Yes, they suddenly felt scared and wanted to turn around and run for their lives.

"Brothers! Kill the devil!" At this time, the company commander Liu Yidao suddenly jumped up from the bomb hole with a captured Japanese saber, and rushed out to meet the Japanese army.

Yang Ling also stood up boldly and shouted: "Kill the devil!"

The exemplary role of the officers made the brothers who originally wanted to turn around and beat up suddenly burst into blood, grabbing bayonets, machetes and other weapons, pouring towards the devils like a mountain torrent.

Seeing these Chinese soldiers howling like hungry wolves, the Japanese soldiers were not afraid at all, and rushed towards them screaming.

Yang Ling threw away the empty rifle, held two bayonets in both hands, and dodged a bayonet stabbing him sideways, slipped his foot, and the bayonet in his hand had pierced the Japanese soldier's chest.

He grabbed the body of the surviving Japanese soldier, blocked three bayonets coming forward, and kicked one of them over. Before the man could stand up, Liu Yidao rushed over and chopped off his head.

The other two were quickly approached by Yang Ling. The two bayonets in his hands turned into killing demons at this moment. The blades cut across the neck of a Japanese soldier. The blood gushing out made the Japanese soldier lose his fighting power and collapsed to the ground.

Another Japanese soldier stabbed sharply, Yang Ling reacted quickly, the bayonet brushed against his lower ribs, he grabbed the body of the gun and yanked it.

The Japanese soldiers who exerted too much force were unsteady, and leaned forward and bumped into Yang Ling's upright blade. The bayonet pierced him through, but he still grabbed Yang Ling's face with his teeth and claws in order to die, and was kicked by Yang Ling. In the crater, he convulsed twice and lost his breath.

The brutal hand-to-hand battle was carried out on the river beach. The brothers led by Yang Ling were strangled with the Japanese army. The sharp bayonets kept cutting into the flesh, and the sound of bones breaking one after another.

The two sides smashed with gun stocks, slashed with big knives, and swung their fists. The weapons were already confused. Some Japanese soldiers picked up big knives and chased after Chinese soldiers to slash, and some Chinese soldiers used Japanese military knives to set off a rain of blood. fighting.

Some desperate veterans wrestled and tumbled in the mud with the Japanese soldiers. The military uniforms on both sides could not be seen clearly. A red-eyed Japanese soldier regarded the Chinese veterans as a friendly army and killed another Japanese soldier together.

Before the Japanese soldier could react, he was pressed to the ground and strangled by the Chinese veteran. The Japanese soldier struggled desperately, his head was pushed into the mud, and he was finally suffocated to death.

The machine gun in Yang Dashu's hand had been smashed into a twisted shape, and he opened and closed at the heads of the rushing Japanese soldiers, smashing the bones of many Japanese soldiers.

When Yang Ling and the others fought hand-to-hand with the Japanese army on the river beach, the Japanese patrol boats and gunboats downstream also broke through the blockade along the river to the Xiaguan River.

Seeing the fishing boats and ferries carrying Chinese soldiers and civilians on the river, the Japanese soldiers shouted excitedly, baring their sharp fangs and pounced on them.

The sound of rumbling guns rang out on the river. In the black smoke and mist, the fishing boats full of soldiers and civilians turned into balls of fire and were blasted to pieces. The river was chaotic for a while. In order to avoid the bombardment of the Japanese gunboats, Many ships fled upstream, and some collided with each other and sank into the river.

"Brothers! Stop them!" The five torpedo boats of the Chinese army assisting in the transportation rushed forward without hesitation when they saw the rampaging Japanese gunboats.

The entire Chinese navy was killed in Zhenjiang. These small torpedo boats were the only remaining surface forces of the Chinese navy. At this moment, in order to cover the ferry, they rammed into the Japanese gunboat in a suicide attack.

"Come on!" The Chinese officers and soldiers on the torpedo boat roared and launched a charge. Huge water columns continued to rise beside them, and some of them were shot and overturned in the river. gunboat.

Both the fierce battle on the water and the fierce battle on the river beach became intense. Zhao Wenbin led hundreds of brothers as reinforcements and joined in the hand-to-hand combat. The two sides fought bloody for half an hour, and the Japanese attack was once again contained.

The long-lost artillery sounded, and the heavy artillery shells fell on the river beach with a howling sound that pierced the eardrum.

Rumble!