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

At the beginning of January, the Intelligence Department of the Military Command stationed in Wuhan received the exact news that the Japanese army was planning to attack from the north to the south and break through the Jinpu line. Such news was definitely not a surprise for Li Zongren, the commander of the Fifth Theater who was caught in the middle. The good news is that we have to actively prepare for the battle, and the war clouds that have subsided for a long time once again shrouded the sky over the Xuzhou area.

Seeing that the 13th Division of the Japanese Army was heading towards Huainan, the Bengbu line was pressing harder and harder. The 74th Army stationed in Bengbu for training had not yet completed the training.

At the moment, the cold wind is bitter, but the atmosphere of war is already strong in North China and Central China. The troops belonging to the fifth theater are marching to the battlefield one after another along the railway and highway lines.

The Japanese Army Air Force and Naval Air Force began to bombard China in depth. The railway line was not smooth. When the troops arrived at Hefei Railway Station, they stayed for two full days because the railway in front was bombed.

During these two days, Yang Ling and the others saw countless troops marching to the battlefield.

The new troops of the Gui Army came all the way from Guangxi. Their morale was high, they were full of energy, and their lean bodies showed a defiant rebelliousness. A brigade commander, they have blood in their bones.

In addition to the troops of the Guangxi Army, there are also those brothers from the Northwest Army wearing ragged cotton jackets. They carry big knives and their rough faces are covered with weather. Although they are taciturn, no one dares to underestimate these silent and rough Northwest Army men.

The Sichuan Army, the Guangdong Army, the Northeast Army... The armies from all provinces of China have once again gathered on this battlefield covered with clouds of war. They will be the strongest backbone supporting the mountains and rivers of the motherland.

Text 3Chapter 17 Gathering Stars

The friction between the wheels of the military train and the rails made a crisp clanging sound, and countless villages, towns, mountains and rivers that were hidden in the darkness quickly disappeared from sight as the train roared past.

A dangling horse lantern was hung on the wall of the stuffy carriage, and the dim light reflected the emaciated faces of the brothers.

They received an order from their superiors to move from the Bengbu area to the vicinity of Wuhan, Hubei for training, but at this moment the curtain of the Xuzhou battle has begun, and the route is crowded with fleeing civilians and troops heading to the front.

Most of the railway bridges were blown up by Japanese planes, and it took them a week to stop and go on the road before boarding the military column bound for Wuhan.

Yang Ling's regiment headquarters and the special agent company directly under the regiment headquarters were squeezed into the same stuffy carriage. In this carriage that was only paved with some hay, it was really not comfortable. asphyxia.

The brothers stayed in this carriage for two full days. Although the train stopped many times along the way, the superiors ordered them not to get off the train, and even the carriage doors were not allowed to open.

For the convenience of these two days, the brothers relied on a few wooden barrels placed in the carriage in advance, but at this moment the smell mixed in the carriage and the sweat of the brothers was really unpleasant.

Although the bitter cold wind came through the gaps in the carriage from time to time, Yang Ling still felt like a fish about to suffocate, praying in his heart that the military column would arrive at the station soon.

Qin Shou, the spy company commander directly under the regiment, pouted his buttocks and looked out of the gap from time to time. He couldn't see anything except those black shadows that were retreating rapidly.

"Old Qin, can you see where you are?"

The deputy battalion commander, the old smoker, rolled the tobacco leaves and stuffed them into the mouthpiece, lit the cigarette with the match, shook the match vigorously, took a deep breath of the tobacco, and turned to ask Qin Shou.

Qin Shou moved his eyes away from the gap, and sat down again leaning against the cold iron sheet: "It's pitch black outside, and we can't see anything. Who knows where we are."

Riding in this kind of stuffy tank car is really a kind of torture. You have to stay in it from the time you get on the car to get off the car. You don’t know anything about the outside world. It’s boring and boring. You can only watch the sky bright and dark outside. .

It was the first time for many brothers to travel on a military column, and they shouted excitedly at the beginning, but all day long they all looked like they were bowing their heads, wishing they could reach the terminal immediately.

Wrapped in a military blanket, Yang Ling fell asleep amidst the rhythmic friction of the wheels and rails. In this torment, sleep was the only way to pass the time.

When Yang Ling woke up again, it was already dimly lit outside, and through the gaps in the carriages, he could clearly see the gray tile-roofed houses on both sides of the railway. The dark morning seemed extraordinarily quiet.

The flames of war on the front line are burning again, and the tranquility and serenity here is something the brothers haven't seen for a long time, giving them the illusion of a world away.

The speed of the military column slowed down, and finally turned into taxiing, and finally stopped at a station with countless thatched sheds. The brothers all woke up, scrambling to watch the situation outside through the gaps.

"Where is this? Are we there yet?"

"I can't see clearly, but there are quite a lot of people."

The brothers Fangfo came back to life, chattering non-stop.

"Everyone get out of the car and gather! The battalion commanders of each regiment go to the platform to wait for orders!"

The voice of the messenger came to the ear from a distance, and then became clearer and clearer.

"We're here, we're at the station."

"It's finally free, what a pain."

Seeing the messengers rushing past the carriage shouting, smiles appeared on the haggard faces of the brothers, and they wished they could jump out of the carriage immediately. They never wanted to take this so-called train again in their life.

Yang Ling also packed up his things and stood up, ordering: "Everyone pack up their weapons and equipment, and prepare to get out of the car and assemble!"

With a bang, the iron door of the carriage was pulled open, and a gust of clean and fragrant cold air poured into the carriage, dispelling the stale air in the carriage. Yang Ling took a deep breath and immediately felt refreshed.

He jumped out of the car first, turned around and yelled at the brothers who jumped down in a mess: "All the brothers who are in charge of their platoon leaders, gather on the spot! Don't run around!"

"The third battalion and one company gather here!" Captain Wang Meng shouted.

"The first battalion and second company are here!"

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The training in the Bengbu area taught the brothers a lot. The voices of the company platoon leaders quickly rang out one after another, and they began to gather and organize their brothers.

Yang Ling saw that these officers quickly entered their roles. He led the first battalion commander Lu Xing, and the second battalion commander Chen Ming rushed to the platform to receive orders.

There were not only refugees with their families and their families on the platform, but also troops in various uniforms. It was a chaotic mess. Yang Ling and the two battalion commanders managed to squeeze out a passage.

"Brother Yang, here." Zhang Lingfu, the head of the 305th Regiment, also returned from his injury. Seeing Yang Ling squeezed in the crowd, he raised his arms and waved to him.

Yang Ling strode up to Zhang Lingfu. Although they both belonged to the 51st Division, Zhang Lingfu and the others had been recovering from their injuries in the hospital. Therefore, Yang Ling never saw Zhang Lingfu again after leaving Nanjing.

Yang Ling stood next to Zhang Lingfu, and the two exchanged a few pleasantries. Qiu Weida, the head of the 306th regiment, squeezed through the crowd with three battalion commanders cursing.

"Damn it, we've finally arrived." Qiu Weida was thin, but his eyes were shining brightly, which made people dare not underestimate him.

"Come on, Brother Yang, let me introduce you. This is Qiu Weida, the head of the 306th Regiment."

The defense of Nanjing was fought terribly. The four commanders of the 51st Division were all seriously injured. They were all heroes. Yang Ling admired them very much. Yang Ling hurriedly extended his hand politely, and introduced himself: "Hello, Commander Qiu, I am Yang Ling, acting deputy head of the 301st Regiment."

Qiu Weida also shook hands with Yang Ling politely. His big hands were powerful, and he said with a smile, "But Deputy Head Yang who won the Blue Sky and White Sun Medal in Jiangyin?"

Zhang Lingfu also chimed in and said, "Old Qiu, brother Yang is not a young official with a name in vain. When he was in Chunchunhua Town, Nanjing, if he hadn't helped my brother, my position would have been broken by the devils. "

Hearing Zhang Lingfu's praise, Qiu Weida had a higher opinion of Yang Ling, and laughed jokingly: "Brother Yang, I will have difficulties in the future, so you can't do nothing, haha."

"If there is such a day, I, Yang Ling, will naturally not stand by..." Yang Ling also replied with a smile.

"What are you talking about? Why are you so happy?" Ji Hongru, head of the 302nd regiment, also walked over with a smile.

"Old Ji, you have been promoted to head of the regiment, you have to buy us a drink." Qiu Weida was bold, and when he saw Ji Hongru approaching, he hurriedly begged for a drink.

Ji Hongru was originally the deputy head of the 301st Regiment. During the Nanjing Defense War, he acted as an agent to command the 301st Regiment and was seriously injured in the bloody battle with the Japanese army.

Several regiment leaders greeted each other and joked from time to time, and most of the battalion commanders who followed also knew each other, so they got together to chat and laugh.

Soon Zhou Zhidao, the commander of the 151st Brigade, and Li Tianxia, ​​the commander of the 153rd Brigade, walked over with Wang Yaowu, the commander of the 51st Division.

Wang Yaowu was strict in running the army, most regiment and battalion commanders did not dare to act presumptuously, and hurriedly stood up to salute.