The early winter morning was cold and humid, and the river near Jiangyin was shrouded in hazy mist. Through the mist, you could vaguely see the ferocious Japanese ships suppressed by fortress fire on the river downstream.
Under the command of Third Fleet Commander Hase Aokawa, these Japanese ships tried to open up the Yangtze River channel and approach Nanjing. Starting in August, they launched a fierce attack on Jiangyin Fortress.
Under the leadership of the naval commander, the Chinese naval fleet fought hard with weak forces on the river near Jiangyin. The two sides fought fiercely for several months. Although the entire naval fleet was eventually wiped out, the Japanese ships were never able to move forward.
Those self-sinking Chinese naval ships, fishing boats and merchant ships successfully blocked the waterway, making the Japanese ships angry but helpless. The last few warships of the Chinese fleet completed their mission by self-sinking, tragically and heroically.
Although the naval fleet was completely wiped out, the fortress forts still persisted in resisting. The Asan fort, Xishan fort, Huangshan fort, etc. always suppressed the Japanese ships and could not move forward.
The helpless Japanese ship commander could only hope that the army would break through the Jiangyin Fortress from land, while he commanded the aviation force to drive directly to Nanjing for indiscriminate bombing, in an attempt to weaken the Chinese defenders' confidence in resistance.
In the garrison camp in Jiangyin County, Yang Ling habitually got up early after a night's rest. After arriving in Jiangyin County last night, they were warmly welcomed by generals at all levels. However, they were too tired and returned after eating and drinking.
We fell asleep at the camp and rarely got a good night's sleep.
Yang Ling took off the dirty and sour-smelling military uniforms and put on the khaki cotton-padded military uniforms sent by Liu Xing.
In front of the mirror, he fastened the style buckle. The brown cowhide shoulder strap ran diagonally from the shoulder to the waist and was fixed on the belt. He put on the military cap inlaid with the blue sky and white sun badge and inserted the shell gun into the holster at his waist. Yang Ling quickly
Neat and neatly dressed.
Looking at himself in the mirror, Yang Ling touched the green stubble on his chin and felt much more energetic.
"Not to mention, these clothes are really warm." Qin Shou was fastening his buttons while talking to Yang Dashu. His complexion had improved a lot, and he gradually came out of the grief in Qianjia Village.
These troops were still wearing autumn clothes when they were ordered to go to Shanghai to fight. The war lasted for several months. Not to mention warm clothes, even food could not be guaranteed. Most of the time, they had to eat without finishing.
Stand hard.
Now they had taken off those tattered autumn clothes and put on new warm cotton military uniforms. They were very happy to have escaped death.
Yang Dashu was a tall man. He finally put the clothes on, but found that his belly button was exposed and his pants couldn't be put on. He came to Fatty Tian San to discuss, "Fat man, let's change. My clothes are a bit too small."
The fat man was also trying hard to put the military uniform on his body, but he was not tall and tall, but too fat. His pants ripped open with a snap, which made Yang Dashu give up the idea of changing.
Lao Yanqiang also became famous. Although he failed to blow up the Japanese artillery position in Dingshan, he followed Yang Ling and killed a Japanese general. He returned with a great reputation, so without saying anything this time, he directly applied to join the direct subordinate army.
The guerrilla battalion under the jurisdiction of Jiang Defense Group Army Headquarters willingly became Yang Ling's subordinates.
The old smoker's skinny body was made even more thin by the large military uniform. At this moment, he was sitting on the threshold happily smoking the cigarettes handed over by his friendly brothers and enjoying the quiet morning.
He knew clearly in his heart that with his ability, he could only become a low-level officer no matter where he went. He was a cannon fodder and worked hard, and he might be reimbursed one day.
Every time he fights, he is terrified and worried about being beaten to death and being betrayed by his superiors. He often loses the battle, but since he met Yang Ling, his luck seems to have improved. Although he still fights with bullets and bullets every time,
But he felt extremely at ease and safe in his heart, so he made up his mind to follow Yang Ling, the commander.
Although Yang Ling used to be Lao Yanqiang's subordinate and now climbs over him, Lao Yanqiang is not jealous or jealous. He knows that Yang Ling is a hidden dragon and he himself is a loach.
He is self-aware. If he wants to live a better life like a loach, he can only follow people like Yang Ling, otherwise he will be like a rootless duckweed that may be knocked over by the waves one day. He has the shrewdness of a small person.
"Brother, could you please find some more large-sized clothes for these brothers?" Yang Ling shook his head helplessly as he saw Yang Dashu and several other live treasures competing with the clothes.
"Sir Yang, please wait a moment, I'll go look for you right now." The logistics captain agreed happily and turned around in a hurry.
The most admired people in the army are the brave and courageous people, and the most hated ones are those who are greedy for life and afraid of death. After Yang Ling and the others returned from the bloody battle, they killed countless enemies. It has long been spread in Jiangyin, even those who stood guard
When the soldiers saw them, they would give them a thumbs up and say "well done".
Yang Ling and the others were recognized and respected by their brothers in the friendly army, and Liu Xing had orders, so all their requests were met without any hesitation.
Yang Ling took advantage of breakfast to find out where there were many stragglers, so after breakfast, he took his only eight brothers and went straight to the internment camp opposite the county government.
In order to win over Yang Ling, Liu Xing not only gave him the treatment of a lieutenant colonel, but also made an exception and gave him the establishment of a battalion, allowing him to gather the broken troops and assist in the battle.
Yang Ling was very happy with Liu Xing's arrangement. Although his battalion was under the jurisdiction of Jiang Defense Group Army Headquarters, he actually made the decision on everything himself. He had a strong sense of autonomy. He didn't like to be restrained. This was the best result.
What satisfied him most was that being able to directly control a battalion was much better than being a mere commander. At least he could do many things with the power in his hands.
Most of the internment camps were stragglers and defeated soldiers who had been defeated. Liu Xing had been busy fighting on the front line and had no time to take care of them.
These stragglers did not lose their confidence due to the ferocious Japanese. They also lost contact with their own troops and became dispirited.
When Yang Ling, Lao Smoking and others walked into the shelter camp, they were greeted by a stench. Looking at the refugee camp-like shelter, Yang Ling frowned.
They had all finished their breakfast and packed up. The soldiers with low morale were lazily not getting up yet. Even those who got up were sitting there in twos and threes with their eyes blank, not even looking at the commander who walked in.
One glance.
"Yang Dashu, let them assemble!" Yang Ling ordered Yang Dashu.