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In November, the Suzhou area is already biting with cold wind, and the muddy roads have gradually become deserted, no longer the chaos and noise of the previous few days.
The distance from Kunshan to Suzhou is only a few dozen miles. Once Kunshan is lost, Suzhou will be directly exposed to the enemy's front. A large number of Japanese pursuers have approached the outskirts of Suzhou. Sporadic gunfire can be heard in the city.
The bitten Chinese defeated troops were fighting with the Japanese vanguard.
The city of Suzhou had suffered several large-scale bombings by Japanese planes as early as the Battle of Songhu. The city was already in ruins and a mess, and it looked even more depressed under the hazy sky.
Most of the people in the city had fled. Those who remained and were unwilling to abandon their family property had their doors closed, and they were so frightened that they stayed at home and did not dare to go out.
From time to time, there were a few stragglers running past the heavy footsteps on the wet streets. It was quiet outside, as if this was a dead city with no life.
Ta-ta-ta-ta, two soaked cavalrymen rushed into the hole-in-the-wall city gate on their bumpy horses and ran straight along the street to the small courtyard near the city gate.
"It's Xiao Jiao and the others who are back!" Several sentries with guns lying down on the roof retracted their muzzles and shouted at the top of their lungs while gesturing behind them.
Jiao Chaoming and another soldier who was responsible for inquiring about the enemy's situation did not have time to pay attention to the friendly greetings of the brothers hidden in various streets. They rushed directly to an ordinary yard before reining in the reins and stopping.
"Company Commander, a Japs vanguard has arrived five miles outside the city." Jiao Chaoming hurriedly rushed into Yang Ling's temporary company headquarters, wiped his dripping hair with his hand, and opened his mouth to Yang Ling, who was sitting at the wooden table in the room.
Report.
Hearing that the vanguard of the Japanese soldiers had arrived, Liu Yidao, Qin Shou and other platoon leaders sitting on the bench had expressions of excitement, worry and nervousness on their faces.
Yang Ling remained calm, raised his face and asked: "How many people are there in the Japanese army?"
Jiao Chaoming replied: "There are not many people, there are only a few dozen Japanese, and they are chasing the broken soldiers of several brothers' troops."
"Company commander, let's do it! Eat these devils!" Liu Yidao excitedly punched the table and shouted for a fight.
They had been chased all the way by the Japanese soldiers, and they had long been holding their breath in their hearts. Now they took the initiative to stay and fight the Japanese. I heard that there were not many Japanese soldiers, and they could still sit there.
Yang Ling ignored the yelling Liu Yidao and continued to ask: "Are there other Japs behind this group of Japs?"
Jiao Chaoming shook his head: "We rode horses and looked towards the back. There was no large army of Japanese soldiers. Maybe this group of Japanese soldiers were chasing too fast and separated from the ones behind them."
"Company commander, let's fight. We can deal with dozens of Japanese soldiers in ten minutes." Platoon leader Wu Jiang could not sit still at this moment and asked for a fight.
Yang Ling glanced around at the faces of the platoon leaders in the room. Seeing that although they were tired, they were no longer as depressed as they had been in the past few days, he nodded with satisfaction.
"Okay! Let's eat these devils!" Seeing that his brothers were full of confidence, Yang Ling had no need to hesitate and decisively set the tone for the fight.
Although there were only a few dozen Japanese soldiers, Yang Ling immediately made arrangements with the idea that the Eagle and the Rabbit would also use their full strength.
One row and two rows seize the commanding heights on both sides of the street. Pay attention to concealment and stability, and wait until the Japanese soldiers are close before attacking."
"Yes!" Yang Dashu and Wu Jiang responded loudly.
"Liu Yidao, take your men and hide in the house next to the street and prepare for hand-to-hand combat."
"Hey, company commander, don't worry, we promise to let the Japanese have a taste of our machete!" Liu Yidao stroked his machete with excitement on his face.
"Platoon Leader Qin, when your people wait for the Japs to enter the city, seal the openings and tie them tightly. I will wipe out all these Japs!"
After Yang Ling's order was issued, the four platoon leaders immediately left the room in a hurry. Low shouts and chaotic footsteps were heard outside. The brothers of the four platoons immediately moved towards their respective fighting positions under the orders of their respective commanders.
Yang Ling took the steaming teapot on the table and poured water down his throat. Then he started to prepare in an orderly manner. He loaded the shell gun with bullets into the holster on his waist, and then grabbed the 38 rifle hanging on the wall.
Then he took a deep breath and stepped out of the house into the hazy rain curtain.
The number of defeated troops gathered under Yang Ling's command has reached more than 300. After several small-scale battles, the originally low morale has gradually begun to recover.
These are soldiers who were defeated on the Songhu battlefield. Those who could survive such a cruel battle had a few brushes. After the army was defeated, they were chased for dozens of miles like bereaved dogs. It was not them
I don't want to fight the Japanese, but they are powerless.
But now Yang Ling has reunited these soldiers and twisted them into a rope. They immediately became a force that cannot be underestimated. They have covered the retreating common people and other fraternal troops in the past few days, and fought.
There were several good battles, although not many enemies were defeated, but Yang Ling had re-established their confidence.
Yang Ling knew that although their team was now small and their victory was small, they were unable to fight against the main Japanese forces, but he believed that under their example, this small victory would gradually turn into a big victory, and they would also
Will become stronger and stronger, this is the power of example.
And now he wants to set such an example in the midst of a great defeat, telling those desperate and pessimistic Chinese people, telling those businessmen and politicians who talk about subjugation, that there are still Chinese soldiers fighting bloody battles! Chinese soldiers are still the barrier to protect the country.
!China will not perish!
The drizzle covered the distant mountains and the city. The cold rain soaked through the clothes of the national soldiers, and the gray clothes turned into dark colors. The more than 300 people under Yang Ling's command came from at least five or six units.
There are both troops from the Central Army and troops from various provinces, but at this moment they are gathered together and fighting side by side as one.
Sporadic gunshots came from the rain, and more than a dozen defeated soldiers were stumbling and escaping for their lives. From time to time, some people fell into the muddy water, and were chased by dozens of Japanese soldiers armed to the teeth with bayonets.
nailed to the ground.
"Quick! Run!" Seeing the stumbling and fleeing soldiers about to be overtaken by the Japanese soldiers, Yang Dashu, who was lying in ambush on the roof, pulled the trigger handle and kept secretly encouraging the soldiers in his hand.
The muzzle of the Type 96 light machine gun was already aimed at the screaming Japanese soldiers.
The defeated soldiers could no longer run, and they were staggering due to sleepiness and exhaustion. However, the bullets of the Japanese soldiers were like life-threatening talismans. Their desire to survive made them almost fall and roll into the streets of the city.
"Hit!" Seeing that the Japanese soldiers had entered the street, Yang Ling shouted and pulled the trigger. The bullets roared into the rain. The Japanese soldier in front ran a few steps forward before falling down with a plop.
In muddy water.
The soldiers who were ambushing at the commanding heights on both sides poured angry bullets at the Japs. For a moment, there was a loud burst of gunfire in the street, and the rubble, broken tiles and wood set off by the grenades flew across the street. More than 20 Japs were killed.
The soldier was immediately shot to death on the ground.
The other Japanese soldiers reacted quickly and immediately fought back covertly on the streets. However, the streets were empty and Yang Ling and the others occupied the commanding heights, leaving the Japanese with nowhere to hide.
A Japanese soldier kicked open the house adjacent to the street. The sword flashed and a bloody head flew out. A spurt of blood sprayed onto the mottled wall. Liu Yidao shouted and led the ambushing sword team to charge.