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

The air wave of the explosion swept everything. Amid the deafening roar, Yang Ling was thrown high into the air, and then fell heavily into the mud.

His ears were ringing, he couldn't hear anything, he seemed to be deaf, he saw in the gunpowder smoke, many people on the river beach were blown up to the sky, the minced meat fell down with blood, and the broken cloth strips were blown up in the air. Rolling in the waves.

He also saw those blood-soaked brothers running in embarrassment amid the bombing. He struggled to get up and shouted: "Retreat! Retreat!"

But his voice was quickly drowned out by the loud gunfire, and he was overturned by the air wave again, his head was dizzy, and he couldn't get up no matter how hard he was clutching the mud.

The people, mules, horses, vehicles and parcels on the river beach all slowly flew into the sky in the flames of the explosion, and then fell down in fragments. In an instant, the crowded river beach was empty.

Battalion Commander Zhao Wenbin rushed to Yang Ling, grabbed his dislocated arm and ran towards the river. A huge reverberation sounded behind them. The mud on the river beach was turned over by the shells, and countless lives disappeared in the explosion. without a trace.

Text Chapter 321 Fall of Nanjing

The bombardment of the Japanese army's heavy artillery really shook the ground. The earth seemed to be turned upside down. The mud and flesh mixed together were thrown into the sky slowly, and then fell heavily. The entire river beach became a Shura hell.

There was a buzzing in Yang Ling's ears. Battalion Commander Zhao Wenbin dragged him towards the river. The shells fell, and the two of them were thrown high by the air waves like a kite with a broken string. Fell into the icy cold river water, poured a mouthful of blood.

"Battalion Commander! Battalion Commander!" Old Smoker and the others hurriedly jumped off the boat and dragged Yang Ling and Zhao Wenbin who had landed in the shallow water onto the boat.

Those brothers who escaped death under the heavy artillery bombardment didn't care about anything. They threw away everything and jumped into the water with a plop, and the old smokers dragged them onto the boat one by one.

Some brothers ran too slowly, and were instantly engulfed by the flames of the artillery fire. Yang Ling opened his eyes and saw Yang Dashu with a machine gun in his hand, limping towards the river.

"Stop! Wait for him!" Yang Ling's head was dizzy and unclear, seeing Yang Dashu running towards the river, he hurriedly shouted at the old smoker who was struggling to paddle.

Before he could finish his words, the shells had blown up the running Yang Dashu into the sky, the smoke cleared, and the place turned into a huge crater emitting green smoke.

Seeing his brother's body being blown to nothing, Yang Ling wanted to cry but couldn't cry, his chest felt tight like a stone was crushed, he was short of breath, his drowsy head was struck by drowsiness again, and he fell into a coma.

The heavy artillery of the Japanese army blew up the muddy river beach, and the corpses were scattered all over the field. Those soldiers and civilians who were still alive ran towards both ends.

However, from the Xiaguan Wharf to the upstream and downstream along the river, there are cliffs and reed wastelands. These soldiers and civilians who are rushing to the wolf have nowhere to go.

The heavy artillery stopped roaring, gunshots sounded from the east, thousands of Japanese soldiers armed to the teeth rolled towards the river beach in black, light and heavy machine guns, grenadiers and [-]-type infantry artillery all kinds of weapons fired towards the river beach set fire.

Those soldiers and civilians who were crushed on the river beach and had nowhere to go fell into a pool of blood like harvesting wheat. Many people rushed into the icy Yangtze River like a dam breaking in order to escape. Dozens of people could be overthrown, and the river was stained red with blood.

The Japanese gunboats and patrol boats that broke through the blockade of Wulong Mountain continued to come from the downstream. Those fishing boats tried to rescue the soldiers and civilians who fell into the water, but they were hit head-on by the Japanese gunboats.

These Japanese gunboats ran rampant on the river, firing continuously at the fishing boats that were rescued. One by one, the fishing boats were bombarded and shattered into pieces all over the sky.

The surviving fishing boats did not dare to stay any longer, and fled upstream one after another. The morning glow reflected the blood-red Yangtze River, and hordes of Japanese military planes flew back again, shooting mercilessly at the fishing boats on the river, howling for a while. Constantly, explosions and flames continued.

Old Smoker and the others ignored those brothers who stayed on the river beach, and rowed desperately to the north bank. Behind them, the Japanese army was carrying out a merciless massacre on the river beach. More than 5 civilians and soldiers stranded on the river beach were bloodied Yangtze.

Medical soldier Xizi pinched the unconscious Yang Ling. Yang Ling woke up leisurely, and found that he had been rescued back to the North Shore by Old Smoker and the others.

He was supported to sit up and looked back at the city of Nanjing, which was already in flames, and the sound of explosions was still ringing out one after another. The Zijin Mountain farther away was like a giant burning in the flames, and the fire was like a song.

The Japanese gunboats had already ruthlessly strafed the fleeing fishing boats and ferries on the river, watching them all sink to the bottom of the river.

Many brothers knelt on the wet river beach and wept bitterly, rejoicing that they survived to cross the river. Some yelled at the devils, and their eyes turned red after cursing. Most of them collapsed on the ground without saying a word, mouthing gasping.

Yang Ling shook his drowsy head, and asked Old Smoker, "How many brothers have we come here?"

The old smoker looked at the brothers who were lying on the river beach with their strength removed, and said painfully: "The ones who are still alive are here."

Yang Ling looked around, he saw Wang Beard with blood grooves on his face, Liu Yidao with a gray face, and Jiao Chaoming and other familiar faces, but Yang Dashu and a large number of brothers stayed in Xiaguan Jiangtan forever , come again.

"The brothers on the other side can't get through, it's not suitable to stay here for a long time, let's leave quickly."

Battalion Commander Zhao Wenbin, who was covered in wounds, saw the mournful crowd and persuaded them to leave the dangerous river beach.

Yang Ling thought that he could turn the tide and save the soldiers and civilians on the river beach, but he found that his power was too weak, so weak that he couldn't change anything, and the deep sense of powerlessness filled him with pain.

After repeated vicious battles and seeing the fallen city again, his whole body was limp as if his bones had been pulled out, and he had no choice but to order the old smoker in a low voice: "Take our brothers who are still alive, and let's go."

Old Smoker responded, then turned around and summoned the more than 100 brothers who had successfully crossed over, and they all walked towards Pukou Town on the north bank.

They fought bloody battles with the Japanese army in the city of Nanjing for so many days. Seeing the capital fall to the enemy and countless brothers died, everyone looked depressed. The team entered Pukou Town on the north bank in a dull mood.

Pukou Town is separated from Nanjing City by a river, and it was also bombed by Japanese aircraft. When Yang Ling and the others arrived here, many wooden houses were still burning and emitting black smoke.

The town was in depression, and the common people had already fled. The broken soldiers who successfully broke out from Nanjing roamed the streets in groups of three and four, smashing shops and houses to find food, and no officers came out to restrain them. Those who didn't have time Most of the evacuated officers did not break out and died in the city.

Yang Ling and the others, more than 100 brothers, narrowly escaped death. All of them were weak on the soles of their feet and hungry. They fled in a panic. All their weapons and equipment were thrown on the other side. Many people were empty-handed at the moment. Fortunately, there were officers to direct them, so they would not be coaxed And scattered.

These brothers fought fiercely again and again, and now they were too hungry to walk. Before the Japanese army came after them, Yang Ling ordered to take a rest on the spot.

They stopped temporarily in Pukou Town. The captain and company commander Qin Shou took more than a dozen brothers from house to house to collect food.

However, Pukou Town was swept away once by the rout soldiers who had broken through earlier. Qin Shou didn't gain much, but he found a large basket of sweet potatoes in a cellar, and he cut them all for his brothers to fill their stomachs.

"The railway has been bombed, there are no trains, it seems that there is only walking." Old Smoker took people to investigate at Pukou Station, and brought back bad news.

But for the demoralized people now, there is no difference between good news and bad news, and being able to live is already a great fortune.

Yang Ling and the others did not leave Pukou immediately, but gathered the rout soldiers who broke out while resting. By noon, they had gathered about [-] soldiers from various units.

Most of those who successfully broke through were the lucky ones. Almost all of their troops were wiped out, especially among the thirteen infantry battalions guarding the Zhonghua Gate, eleven battalion commanders were killed.

Among them, the 87th and 88th divisions of the German Armor Division, except for the more than 6000 wounded and sick evacuated earlier, the rest of the army was wiped out in Nanjing. More than 88 people were killed in Yuhuatai alone. Among them, only the [-]th division had two brigades, Major General Gao Zhisong and Major General Zhu Chi. Nanjing was not destroyed without a fight, but countless Chinese soldiers paid huge sacrifices and the city was destroyed.

Yang Ling learned from a soldier who successfully broke out that his commander Xie Chengrui, who fought alongside him at Guanghuamen, also failed to break out, which made him feel even heavier.

"Battalion Commander, there are devils rushing along the railway!"

Yang Ling and the others gathered up the rout and waited until one o'clock in the afternoon, when Liu Yidao, who was in charge of guarding the perimeter, came to report in a hurry.

The Japanese Kunisaki detachment crossed the river from the upper reaches and rushed towards Pukou along the Jiangjin line. The Japanese army was coming so fiercely that Yang Ling had only a few hundred soldiers in his hands, so he had to stop gathering the rout troops and evacuate along the railway line to the rear.

Text Chapter 322 Evacuation

To the north of Pukou Town, you can still hear the sound of rumbling guns from the other side of the river. The whole city of Nanjing is shrouded in dark gray smoke. From a distance, it looks like countless innocent souls are lingering and unwilling to leave. The darkness is overwhelming. .

"Ms. Zhang, let's go quickly. If this little devil catches up, he will be in trouble."

In the dilapidated village next to the railway line north of Pukou, Shunzi held a dusty [-] rifle in his hand and persuaded Zhang Hongying who was looking south.

The investigation platoon leader Shunzi accepted Yang Ling's order and escorted Zhang Hongying and the wounded soldiers across the river. After they crossed the river, the civilians and the defeated soldiers scattered and fled for their lives.

Zhang Hongying was unwilling to leave, insisting on waiting for Yang Ling and the others who had not yet crossed the river. This made Shunzi, the investigation platoon leader, very helpless. He was ordered to protect Zhang Hongying and the others, but it was too close to Nanjing, which was very dangerous.

The gunpowder smoke blackened Zhang Hongying's fair face, and she looked haggard. Faced with Shunzi's persuasion, she stubbornly shook her head: "Platoon Leader Shunzi, please protect the wounded soldiers and leave. I can wait here alone. gone."

Shunzi sighed helplessly when he heard Zhang Hongying's words. Although it was easy to say, how could he feel at ease if he left an unarmed woman here? If something happened to her, how would he explain to battalion commander Yang Ling? .

Besides, Shunzi knew in his heart that Zhang Hongying had an unusual relationship with Commander Yang. He admired Yang Ling and was willing to work hard with Yang Ling, so he carried out what Yang Ling told him naked, and he had to protect Zhang Hongying no matter what.