Yang Ling and his party stopped in this dilapidated unknown village, preparing to spend the night here before crossing the river. They had been chased by the Japanese and were already too exhausted to run. In addition, they were injured.
There are many patients, so we need to stop and take a breath.
The size of the team has grown. The stretcher team, the health team, and the defeated soldiers with guns totaled more than seventy people. Although there were many people, they belonged to the defeated army after all. Most of them looked depressed, and there was no trace of joy on their faces.
Yang Dashu's broken military cap was worn crookedly on his head, and his ears were chilled by the cold wind by the river. At this moment, he was leading more than 20 people to build bamboo rafts in preparation for crossing the river.
Lao Wangtou set up a big pot in the village, the fire crackled with flames, and the water steamed up in the big pot. He threw a lot of wild vegetables into the pot, mixed it with rice and cooked it, and soon the village was filled with smoke.
The aroma of wild vegetable porridge.
Everyone has been chased by the Japanese. Let alone a hot meal, they can't even get a piece of cold cake. Most of the time they have been drinking the northwest wind. Now that the autumn is getting colder, they have been running and their physical strength cannot keep up.
Many people were running and fell down on the roadside and could not get up again. How happy they were to be able to have a hot meal at this moment.
Wu Jiang commanded several people to dig pits and bury the villagers killed by the Japs. A new grave was erected in the open space to the west of the village. Thinking that the intestines of the villagers who were carried out of the house had been pulled out, Wu Jiang felt sad in his heart.
A surge of nameless rage arose, the little devil was so fucking inhuman, and if he ever encountered him again, he would have to avenge his blood revenge properly.
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The Japanese base camp actually had very different opinions on whether to pursue the Chinese army. First, they fought in Shanghai for three months and consumed a lot of supplies and ammunition. It was difficult to replenish them in a short period of time, and it was difficult to replenish them in a short period of time.
To support a war, their original intention was to occupy the Shanghai area, and the main direction of attack was North China.
But at this moment, the Japanese troops who were red-eyed in the Shanghai area were very crazy. They chased and beat the Chinese defenders, all the way to Nanjing.
When the Japanese base camp asked how to deal with ammunition, they replied that if there was no ammunition, they would engage in hand-to-hand combat, and asked what they would do if there was no food and grass. The arrogant generals answered that they would collect supplies on the spot and use war to support war.
Faced with the fact that the pursuit of Japanese troops had become a reality, the base camp had to acquiesce in their pursuit. Therefore, the Japanese troops divided into three groups and swept towards Nanjing, the then national capital.
Because the Japanese army had almost exhausted supplies in Shanghai, officers at all levels during the pursuit tacitly allowed the soldiers to collect food on the spot and implemented the strategy of supporting war with war.
The Japanese soldiers have been completely devastated by the cruel war in Shanghai. All their consciences and bottom lines have been almost worn away. Facing the cruel war, even if they are well-equipped, they don't know if they can survive tomorrow. I don't know.
When will he be beaten to death?
Anyway, they didn’t know how long they would live, so they became more brutal and unscrupulous in their looting. Whether they were Chinese officers and soldiers or ordinary civilians, they were all the same in their eyes. There was no difference, and killing became the only option.
Many people in Jiangsu and Zhejiang still have some luck with the Japanese army. Many people believe that the war is a matter between the two countries and has nothing to do with them, ordinary people.
In the face of the evacuation mobilization of national officials, many people ignored it, and due to their strong sense of rurality, the movement of the evacuated people was greatly hindered.
As the Japanese Tenth Army landed in Hangzhou Bay, the battlefield situation took a turn for the worse, and the front line quickly collapsed. People who had no time to evacuate were the first to bear the brunt and became the first victims.
When the Japanese soldiers broke into the village with sharp bayonets and started killing people, the people were horrified to discover that this was no ordinary war. The Japanese soldiers they faced were not soldiers with conscience, but a group of cruel people.
Fierce invaders.
The villages where the Japanese soldiers went were filled with smoke and ruins. All the food, pigs, dogs, cattle and sheep became food for the Japanese soldiers. Those people who did not evacuate were gathered and shot. In order to destroy the evidence, most of the Japanese soldiers evacuated the villages.
Every now and then the whole village will be burned down.
From Kunshan to Suzhou, along the Beijing-Shanghai Railway, there was thick smoke billowing everywhere. Wherever the Japanese soldiers went, it was a mess and the lifeless place turned into a dead place.
The Japanese soldiers faced a tenacious blockade by the Chinese defenders on the Songhu battlefield. A large number of veterans were killed. In order to allow the newly added recruits to adapt to the battle rhythm as quickly as possible, many Japanese soldiers tied the Chinese officers, soldiers, prisoners and civilians they captured to trees.
Let the new recruits practice assassination, thereby quickly improving their combat effectiveness. What they do can be said to be inferior to that of animals.
The people fleeing along the Beijing-Shanghai railway line and the Chinese officers and soldiers mixed in were running in panic. Behind them, a large number of ferocious Japanese soldiers were pursuing them quickly. Fighting was happening every moment. This was a bloody road.
The road of escape stained red.
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A fire was burning in the dilapidated and low house. Although the light in the house was dim, it was very warm. Yang Ling felt that her throat was as dry as a desert and she urgently needed water.
When Zhang Hongying saw Yang Ling wake up, she walked excitedly to Yang Ling's bed and asked with concern: "Captain Yang, are you feeling better?"
Yang Ling nodded, he was indeed much better now, at least his head was no longer so groggy.
Zhang Hongying stretched out her hand and touched Yang Ling's forehead: "Captain Yang, your fever has gone away. As long as you take a good rest, you will be fine soon."
"You must be hungry. I'll bring you some porridge." Zhang Hongying rushed out of the room without waiting for Yang Ling to speak, leaving Yang Ling, whose throat was smoking, to stare.
This hygienist was so incompetent that he didn't even ask the patient what he needed. Yang Ling shook his head helplessly, lifted up the thick tattered quilt covering his body, and got out of bed to find some water to drink.
Occasionally, she felt the cold wind and slept under the quilt. She was sweating all over her body. Yang Ling felt that she was much better. She put on her old military hat and wandered out of the house.
"Company commander, why are you up? You haven't recovered from your illness yet." Wu Jiang led several soldiers with guns on their backs to go outside the village to change the guard. He raised his eyes and saw Yang Ling walking out of the house, and hurriedly greeted him.
Yang Ling waved his hand to indicate that he was fine, opened his chapped lips and said, "Is there any water?"
"Oh, water -" Wu Jiang reacted and urged a soldier behind him with a Japanese kettle hanging on his waist: "Give me the kettle."
Yang Ling took the kettle, raised his neck and poured it into his mouth. He drank a large pot of water and then returned the kettle to the soldier with satisfaction. However, after drinking a pot of water, he felt better.
Although his body was still a little weak, he could feel that the situation was getting better.
"How long have we been here?" Yang Ling asked.
Wu Jiang replied: "I guess it has been three or four hours. Yang Dashu is leading people to build bamboo rafts. We will rest here for the night and leave at dawn."
Hearing that he had been here for four or five hours, Yang Ling felt vaguely uneasy. He said, "We can't wait until dawn. We have to keep walking. It will be troublesome if the little devil catches up."
"We have deviated from the main road here. The Japs won't be able to get here for a while." Wu Jiang still held on to a trace of luck.
"Be careful and make no mistake. Get everyone together and let's cross the river overnight."
Seeing Yang Ling's serious face, Wu Jiang didn't dare to be careless and hurried away in response.