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

During the brutal breakout battle in Xiaguan where his life was at stake, Qin Shou was still thinking about silver dollars, and brought so many out, Yang Ling sighed secretly, it was really difficult for him.

"I'll give you a task. You go to the street and save a hundred of these silver dollars for later use, and replace the rest with bacon, sugar, steamed buns and rice. Buy me everything you can eat. In addition, buy some medicines. and gauze, just in case."

"Battalion Commander, let's just buy some to eat. Isn't it a waste to buy so much?" Qin Shou was puzzled.

"Let's go north to Bengbu. We don't know what will happen on the way. If we can do more preparations now, we should prepare first, so that we won't be hungry on the way."

Yang Ling understands the truth that people are like iron and rice is steel. If you leave Chuzhou, you will have no place to supply. The countryside is not rich these days, and these two hundred brothers can't be sloppy with eating horse chews.

Qin Shou got orders from Yang Ling to go shopping in the street. Although a large number of refugees and defeated soldiers flooded into Chuzhou, and the war was approaching here, there were a lot of vendors, and the price was several times higher than usual, not to mention food. Ammunition can be bought, and as much as you want.

Old Smoker was sent by Yang Ling to Chuzhou Station to inquire about the news about the military column. If he could go to Bengbu by car, it would be much better than walking.

Following Yang Ling's order, more than 200 brothers got busy, packing their things and preparing to go north to Bengbu to report to the new army.

Yang Ling and the others packed up their things and prepared to go to the 74th Army. The battalion commander Zhao Wenbin who broke out with them also came to bid farewell to Yang Ling. He also wanted to return to his 122nd Division of the Northeast Army.

Half of Zhao Wenbin's battalion was wiped out when he was in Jiangyin, and the other half was wiped out when he was in Nanjing. Now he has become a bare commander. Although he didn't show it on his face, Yang Ling knew that he was feeling bad.

"You really don't want to go with us?" Zhao Wenbin and his brothers fought bloody battles on the battlefield, and they didn't lack courage. It's just that the officers above were too incompetent, which caused them to suffer heavy losses. Yang Ling sympathized with him and wanted to persuade him to stay.

But Zhao Wenbin shook his head stubbornly: "The Northeast Army is my root, and I still hope to fight back to my hometown with my brothers."

Seeing what Zhao Wenbin said, Yang Ling sighed in his heart. He really wanted to go back to the Northeast. He didn't know when it would be.

Yang Ling took out more than a dozen silver dollars from his pocket and stuffed them into Zhao Wenbin's hands: "Take some food on the way."

Zhao Wenbin wanted to refuse, but thinking that he was now penniless, he swallowed the words of refusal: "Thank you very much, I will send it to you when the salary is paid."

"When I am a brother, I can take it with peace of mind, don't say whether to send it or not, it will make things worse."

A warm current surged in Zhao Wenbin's heart, "I'm in love with you, brother. If you need help in the future, let me know. I, Zhao Wenbin, are absolutely unambiguous."

"Okay, I'll make a note of that."

Zhao Wenbin bid farewell to Yang Ling and left. Seeing Zhao Wenbin's back getting further and further away, Yang Ling took a deep breath, and they had to embark on a new journey.

Yang Ling and the others were lucky, they caught up with the military column transporting the wounded to the north, and after a long journey, they arrived in the cold and windy Bengbu in late December.

Text Chapter 328 Suffering

The railway going north to Bengbu was not smooth. Japanese planes came out of Nanjing and began bombing important facilities such as stations and bridges along the railway. Many places were turned into charred ruins.

Facing the shattered railway, Yang Ling and the others had to abandon the car and march along the road to Bengbu. At a dilapidated station, Yang Ling ordered Qin Shou to spend twenty oceans to buy a few mules and horses to carry the supplies they purchased, and let them Avoid the pain of marching with heavy loads.

Yang Ling had the idea of ​​training his brothers during this march, but the brothers who broke out from Nanjing were all pale. Their skinny appearance made Yang Ling finally give up the idea of ​​carrying out marching training with heavy loads, and prepared to go to the resting place. Properly training.

The two hundred of them squeezed among the refugees and headed towards Bengbu, eating and sleeping on the way. Fortunately, Yang Ling bought a lot of food such as rice noodles and bacon in advance, so he would not be hungry if he saved a little.

Compared to Yang Ling who prepared ahead of time, those refugees were not so lucky. Most of the food in the towns along the way was wiped out, and there was nowhere to buy it if they had money. Most of the time they could only go hungry.

The war created tens of thousands of refugees. These people who fled wore tattered clothes, dragged their families, and brought the old and the young to form a mighty army of refugees. In the cold winter months, the more they went north, The weather is getting colder and colder.

Those refugees wearing thin cotton-padded clothes were flushed and shivering from the cold. In this severe cold weather, they used all the warm things they could find.

Ragged clothes, torn cotton batting, straw and reeds were also stuffed into the clothes, and finally tied with hemp rope. The refugees looked bloated, but they couldn't do anything about the severe cold weather.

The escape routes of the refugees are different, some go north and some go west. There are wars in North China and Central China. The flames of war have burned their homes.

However, in this cold and twelfth lunar month, it is not easy for the refugees who are hungry and trapped to reach their destination alive. Many people fell to the side of the road while walking, and never got up again. .

In such a difficult age, the conditions were more ruthless than imagined. Yang Ling and the others saw along the way that most of the cotton clothes of the refugees who died on the roadside were pulled away by the living, and groups of wild dogs were wandering around baring their teeth. , their teeth still have blood dripping minced meat stuck to them...

Governments around the world are also helpless to deal with the turbulent refugees. Where conditions permit, porridge sheds have been opened in many places to give porridge, but the clear porridge can fill the stomach, and compared to thousands of people Refugees, this is a drop in the bucket.

The food carried by Yang Ling and his group made the refugees jealous. Liu Yidao kindly distributed some to the hungry children at first, but when hundreds of hungry people with green eyes flooded over, he was brave and frightened. Quickly returned to the team.

They had more than 200 brothers and nearly a hundred guns. Those extremely hungry refugees did not dare to mess around, but just wandered around them, so Yang Ling and the others had to be more vigilant.

Although Yang Ling also wanted to help them, Yang Ling was powerless when the mud bodhisattva crossed the river and could not protect himself. If he gave food to the refugees, they might starve to death on the way.

Compared with those local governments that donate porridge, some local officials worried that the influx of refugees into their jurisdiction would affect the local order, so they sent countless armed police to set up checkpoints to prevent refugees from entering their territory. A lot of people were killed and wounded, and many souls were added to the fleeing road full of bones.

There was a sharp sound of piercing eardrums, and six Japanese planes painted with blood-red plaster flags flew from the south along the road. They were ferocious like steel monsters, and they let out a heart-pounding roar.

"A Japanese plane!"

"Run!"

The slow-moving crowd on the road boiled like boiling water, screaming in terror and dodging around like headless flies, throwing down and trampling countless people.

On this empty road, Yang Ling and the others were also helpless. They could only protect the mules and horses loaded with supplies, and try to avoid the trajectory of the Japanese planes diving and strafing as much as possible.

The Japanese planes were extraordinarily arrogant, almost flying over people's heads. They swooped down and shot, scaring people to fall to avoid them.

The bullet as thick as a thumb swept a path of death among the crowd, and the spurts of blood and shattered bodies were staged on the highway. The living and the dead rolled into the wheat field and soon fell to their corpses. One piece, the blood stained the soil red, wailing everywhere.

These Japanese planes were extraordinarily cunning, and when people were so frightened that they fell to the ground, they began to slowly drop bombs at crowded places. Those refugees who were lying on the ground had time to escape, but were blown into pieces by violent explosions. It rained blood all over the sky, and there were broken limbs everywhere.

Liu Yidao and the others cursed and raised their guns and pulled the trigger to shoot at the Japanese aircraft, but the Japanese aircraft roared back and forth, and how could the rifle bullets catch up with them? There was blood and dead bodies all over the place.

"Little devil must die!"

"I'm fucking the little devil's eighteen generations of ancestors!"

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The brothers looked at the little black spot on the plane that was getting farther and farther away and cursed with all vicious words, but it was of no avail. The heart-piercing voices of those who threw themselves on the dead body made them feel as if they were about to die, angry and helpless .

"Help, bury them."

Chinese people pay attention to burying themselves in the ground. Although they are buried in a strange land, it is better than being swallowed by those wild beasts. This is the only thing Yang Ling and the others can do.

The country is poor and weak, and now it is being invaded by a powerful enemy. Although there are soldiers fighting bloody battles on the front line, how can flesh and blood be able to withstand the steel cannons? Suffering is far more cruel than reality.

Yang Ling and the others traveled all the way, eating and sleeping, and when they arrived in Bengbu, Anhui, they were already inhumane. They were all pitch-black and embarrassed. If it weren't for the rifles in their hands and the fairly neat formation, the security forces in Bengbu would have thought they were It's a refugee.

"Don't move! Put down the gun!"

Yang Ling and the others were surrounded at a checkpoint in the south of Bengbu.

The tattered military uniforms on their bodies had nowhere to be replaced when they returned from the Nanjing breakout. They were covered with blood and mud, and they could no longer see their original appearance clearly.

Now, in order to keep out the cold, they put on ordinary people’s ragged cotton jackets and other odds and ends, and with so many people holding guns, the Bengbu security forces thought it was bandits who came down the mountain to touch them. They were so frightened that their foreheads were sweating, and they looked like they were facing an enemy. look like.

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Chapter 329 China will not perish!