As night fell, a large number of pursuit troops from the 11th, 13th and Chongteng detachments of the Japanese Eastern Front troops arrived in Suzhou City. The 16th Division belonging to the East Road landed in the Baimaokou and Taicang areas of Jiangsu Province.
, attack the Changshu front line from the north of Suzhou City.
Due to the disorderly retreat of the Chinese army and the fierce pursuit of the Japanese troops, the Japanese army encountered only slight resistance in Suzhou City and then captured this important town in the south of the Yangtze River.
At this moment, the Japanese army's war spirit was high, clamoring to capture Nanjing and plant the imperial flag in Nanjing, the capital of China. In order to compete for this historic moment of glory, the Japanese army rushed directly to the direction of Nanjing. After the capture of Suzhou, its main force
Without stopping too much, we headed straight to the next city, Wuxi, along the Beijing-Shanghai Railway and Highway.
Black smoke billowed in Suzhou City at night, mixed with sporadic gunfire. Although the main force of the Japanese army crossed Suzhou and headed towards Nanjing, a large number of Japanese soldiers still stayed here to spend the night. There were fierce battles in the west and east of the city and outside the city from time to time.
The sound of gunfire was the stragglers of the Chinese defenders fighting against the Japanese soldiers purging the city.
In a two-story dilapidated building in the west of Suzhou City, more than 300 soldiers led by Yang Ling were hiding here. The Japanese soldiers came too fast. They wanted to fight a few more battles before retreating, but now they are trapped in the city.
From time to time, Japanese patrols holding torches ran out of the streets. Their heavy leather boots made a loud noise in the streets. From time to time, cold light flashed in the dark alleys, illuminating the discarded bedding and miscellaneous items on the streets.
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There were screams and sharp sounds in the distance, a house was set on fire, and the flames started to rise. They began to search for the defeated Chinese troops in the city. Many people who stayed in the city were also affected, and they faced fierce and vicious scenes.
The Japanese soldiers were driven into the cold and damp streets and walked toward the square.
Just as the Japanese patrol team passed by, a hunched-over black figure emerged from the wet alley and wheezed straight towards the two-story building where Yang Ling and the others were hiding.
The soldier in charge of guarding the perimeter said Jiao Chaoming was let in. In the basement of the small building, he saw Yang Ling, who was holding a meeting with several platoon leaders.
"Company Commander, we have figured out the situation. The people trapped in the building to the north are the 87th Division. There seem to be some skirmishers from other units. The Japanese have already surrounded that place tightly. Now
The attack is underway, I'm afraid they won't survive tonight."
"Okay, I understand." Yang Ling waved his hand to Jiao Chaoming and asked him to retreat.
"The situation is clear. We are our brothers over there. What I mean is to save them. What do you think?" Yang Ling glanced at the disgraced platoon leaders and asked.
Liu Yidao said angrily: "The grandsons of the Eighty-seventh Division were blowing up bridges and roads along the way. That's bullshit scorched-earth policy. Many of the slower brothers had their retreat route cut off and were driven up and beaten to death by the Japanese.
I think there is no need to save them, they have committed too many sins and deserve to die——"
"Although what they did was a bit excessive, they are still our own people, and we cannot just watch them being destroyed by the Japanese."
The scar on Wu Jiang's face looked particularly ferocious under the dim lantern. I would like to give a fair word to the people of the 87th Division.
"They are the Central Army. They don't treat us provincial troops as human beings. Even if they go to rescue them, they have to suffer at the hands of the little devils, so that they dare to look at the sky and look down on people in the future."
Listening to the complaints of several platoon leaders under his command, their words were sour, and I was sighing in my heart. There has been a long-standing conflict between the central army and the provincial armies. Moreover, although they are fighting side by side now, the provincial armies are receiving national disaster pay, while
The Central Army is on full salary, and given what they do on weekdays, it is normal for them to feel resentful.
Although Yang Ling knew that his brothers were dissatisfied with the Central Army, he still decided to save them. The conflict between the provincial army and the Central Army was a conflict between brothers in the same family. He could not just watch these bloody battles.
My brother died in the hands of Japanese soldiers.
"Okay, now that the country is in crisis, let's put aside the past grudges. Now what we need is to be united in dealing with the outside world. The Japanese are our enemies..."
After what Yang Ling said, although Liu Yidao was still angry, he still agreed to save those brothers who were surrounded by the Japanese.
Soon, Yang Lingjiu led dozens of brothers who had changed into Japanese military uniforms out of the hiding house, onto the streets, and headed towards the fighting area in the north of the city.
The Japanese military uniforms that Yang Ling and the others were wearing were ripped off from the annihilated Japanese soldiers. They were originally intended to be used for breaking out of encirclements, but now they are put to use. Although the clothes are stained with blood and full of bullet holes, in this pitch-black night
, no different from other devils.
The city is full of small groups of Japanese soldiers, like ghosts wandering in the night, jumping into the streets and houses, looting and killing unscrupulously. From time to time, cold corpses can be seen on the streets. Those were killed by the Japanese soldiers.
of people.
These people were unwilling to abandon their family business and stay here, but they underestimated the brutality of the Japanese soldiers. Now not only their family business was not saved, but their lives were also lost.
Seeing the scenes on the street, the brothers behind Yang Ling clenched their fists with their hands full of anger, but at this moment they did not dare to act rashly.
Since they were wearing the uniforms of the Japanese soldiers, the Japanese soldiers wandering the streets did not have any suspicion about them.
After all, the city has been captured. Except for the stragglers of the Chinese army, there are no organized Chinese defenders. The Japanese soldiers' vigilance has also been reduced a lot. Their current target is the building in the north of the city.
Hundreds of dirty Japanese soldiers surrounded a three-story building. The Japanese soldiers lying behind bunkers and debris were shooting with guns. They launched several charges but were repulsed.
return.
Lying in the mud and water in front of the building were the corpses of many Japanese soldiers, all of which had been left behind during the charge.
Rumble--the Japs brought in Type 92 infantry artillery and small steel cannons to bombard the building. The explosion caused broken bricks and tiles to fly everywhere, and the air was filled with choking gunpowder smoke.
"Kill, change, change—" Before the smoke had cleared, a Japs officer's saber pressed forward, and the black mass of Japs had already surged up like a tide.
Bang bang bang - click click click - dense gunshots rang out from the windows and roof of the building. The bullets dragged their trajectories and flew around in the dark night. They hit the ground with a pop-pop sound, and many rotten wood were damaged.
He was beaten to pieces by the raging bullets.
The Japanese soldiers who rushed up first were immediately beaten into a hornet's nest, and the Japanese soldiers were pinned in front of the building, unable to advance or retreat.
"Password!" On the periphery of the Japanese soldiers, several Japanese soldiers responsible for battlefield security saw a group of dirty friendly soldiers walking struttingly from the street, and immediately shouted.
"What are you talking about?" Qin Shou poked Liu Yidao next to him with his finger and asked in a low voice.
Liu Yidao replied angrily: "You ask me, I will ask who to go to."
When Yang Ling heard the Jaizibing shouting, he immediately screamed inwardly. Although they were wearing makeup and clothes, none of them spoke Japanese. He immediately stopped and strode towards the Jaibing without stopping.
While gesticulating with his hands, he tried to explain something.
Several Japanese soldiers on guard saw that Yang Ling and the others did not respond to the order, but quickly approached. Although Yang Ling was walking in front and gesticulating something, they were still wary and pulled the bolts of their guns, preparing to stop Yang Ling and the others.
"Kill them!" Yang Ling suddenly turned cold when he saw the Japanese soldier pulling the bolt of his gun. He stepped forward and kicked the 38 rifle out of the hand of a Japanese soldier. The bayonet he held in his hand slashed the neck of the Japanese soldier.
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A thin red line appeared on the Jia Zibing's neck, which gradually expanded and turned into a red mark. The main artery was directly severed, and eventually thick blood spurted out. He fell to the ground in pain before he even had time to scream.
Several other Japanese soldiers were also thrown to the wet street by the soldiers who rushed forward, making a loud thud, and were killed one after another.
The body of the Japanese soldier was dragged to the nearby yard. Yang Ling and dozens of others also ducked into the yard and climbed onto the roof.