It was a gloomy and cold winter morning in the south of the Yangtze River. Several shabby fishing boats sailed to the north bank of the Yangtze River under the vigorous paddles of the oars. The fishing boats were full of brothers who were behind the scenes to stop the Japanese pursuers.
Their bodies were covered with blood and gunpowder smoke, and they looked back at the billowing black smoke and sporadic gunshots in Jiangyin City. Their expressions were lonely and depressed. Although they evacuated voluntarily, they knew that this had nothing to do with defeat.
the difference.
A large group of Japanese soldiers with bayonets emerged from the fog in Huangtian Port. The shiny steel helmets and yellow dog skins they wore stood out in the dilapidated and gray port. The brothers on the fishing boat had red eyes.
, I hate it so much that I gnash my teeth.
"Pull quickly! Row quickly!" Lao Yanqiang watched the Japanese who had chased them to the river start to raise their guns. He was sweating profusely and hurriedly called on his brothers to row to the north bank.
The enemy's 38 cap crackled with thunder, and bullets flew around the brothers. Some people were hit in the arm and grimaced in pain. In addition to the rowers, Yang Ling also ordered the people on the boat to
The brothers fought back.
Bullets from both sides were coming back and forth, and the Japanese's small steel cannons were also set up, so that huge columns of water rose up around the fishing boat.
Although the enemy's small steel cannon did not hit the fishing boat full of soldiers, the splashing water poured down head on, making the brothers on the fishing boat drenched. The cold and biting river water made the brothers shiver and provoked
They yelled and cursed.
"Little devil, draw up grandma!"
"Mom, you're such a bastard, you little beasts. I'm cursing you little devils who can't give birth to a son. I'm going to draft a plan!"
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The brothers on the fishing boat rushed to yell and curse, venting their anger. If they couldn't be beaten, they would scold them as hard as they could. The scolding was so hearty that they almost didn't greet the eighteen generations of Japanese ancestors.
Although the little devil didn't understand, he expected that the words were not good, so he started shouting, and the two sides ended the battle with a scolding on this cold and gray winter morning.
The fishing boats and speedboats in Huangtian Port were all taken away by the Chinese troops crossing the river. Although the Japanese were furious, they could only watch Yang Ling and the others getting further and further away, gradually disappearing into the mist on the river.
"This way, this way." The fishing boat was still some distance away from the shore. In the distance, there was a man standing on the tidal flat on the north shore, waving his arms vigorously and shouting to Yang Ling and the others. Yang Ling hurriedly ordered someone to row the boat over there.
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The fishing boat docked, and everyone jumped on the shore. A rugged northwest man carrying a broadsword on his back and a shell gun on his waist ran over. Yang Ling took a closer look and saw that this was not Liu Yidao, the company commander of the supplementary regiment.
"Battal Commander!" Liu Yidao, unshaven and with a face full of vicissitudes of life, ran to Yang Ling and stood there with a snap in a standard military salute.
"Okay, okay, why are you so polite to me?" Yang Ling looked around and asked, "Why are you alone here, where are the others?"
Liu Yidao chuckled, put down his raised hand, pointed towards the distance and said: "The brothers of the supplementary regiment have followed Commander Xu and others to retreat first. The regiment leader asked me to stay and wait for you. He said he was afraid that you wouldn't be able to find him.
To the road."
Yang Ling nodded, secretly thinking that Liu Ming was still kind. He immediately asked, "Have you seen Battalion Commander Zhao Wenbin and the others?"
Yang Ling and his guerrilla battalion fought side by side with Zhao Wenbin's second battalion. When retreating, Zhao Wenbin led the wounded and the main force to retreat first, while Yang Ling led his people to cover the rear. They fought ping-pong-pong-pong all night, and they didn't know where Zhao Wenbin and the others would go.
where it goes.
Liu Yidao replied: "It's been several hours since they passed. I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up now."
When Yang Ling heard that Zhao Wenbin and the others had safely withdrawn, the stone hanging in his heart fell to the ground. Last night was too chaotic, the Japanese infiltration troops moved in too fast, and he was worried that Zhao Wenbin and the others would be scattered with a large number of wounded.
"Qin Shou, blow up the boat, let's go." After Yang Ling figured out the situation, he immediately asked Qin Shou to blow up the boat and prepared to continue the evacuation.
Now the Japanese are on the other side of the river, and their fleet is also wandering downstream of Jiangyin. With the fall of Jiangyin Fortress, a large number of Japanese will definitely cross the river to catch up. So without further delay, we should immediately evacuate along the river towards Nanjing according to the planned plan.
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As the war approached home, the roads leading to Nanjing were crowded with people fleeing. There was a commotion of mules and horses and the tired breathing, and the people fled westward with fear on their faces.
The skinny woman stumbled in the mud with her babbling children on her back, and the gray-haired old men helped each other move forward. The cotton robes they wrapped themselves in were already stained with mud. The hurried flow of people surged westward, winding.
There is no end in sight, and there is an inexplicable atmosphere of sadness and sadness in the air.
Countless dejected soldiers were mixed in with the fleeing crowd and flowed westward. These soldiers' clothes were in tatters and the guns on their shoulders were crooked. They had lost the spirit that a soldier should have.
The defeated soldiers mixed among the refugees ranged from small groups to whole platoons and entire companies. Without exception, they all hurriedly moved forward, eager to escape from the battlefield that was about to be raging with war. However, they followed the refugees.
Some of the defeated troops are different from others.
Although these broken soldiers, who were also wearing tattered old military uniforms, were also mixed among the refugees and heading westward, they did not look as lonely and depressed as other broken soldiers. Their faces hidden under the brim of their hats were full of perseverance.
, although they were well hidden, there was a fierce light in their eyes.
A "broken soldier" carrying a 79 rifle was squeezing forward among the crowd. He looked around in the crowd with glaring eyes from time to time. He was accidentally knocked down by a refugee who was squeezing forward.
The ditch next to the road was covered with muddy water, which made him furious. He stood up and kicked the refugee to the ground. He took off his 79 rifle and pointed it at the refugee.
"Boss, I didn't do it on purpose, I didn't do it on purpose." The refugee turned pale with fear when he saw the black hole of the gun pointed at him.
He hurriedly knelt on the ground and bowed to the defeated soldier, begging for forgiveness. Although these defeated soldiers were defeated, the common people at the bottom were still full of fear of them with guns.
"Put down the gun, how can you point it at the civilians?" A squinting officer squeezed through the crowd, took a sharp look at the defeated soldier who pulled the gun bolt, walked over and helped the refugee up: "Don't be afraid,
Don't be afraid, as long as I'm here, I will teach him a lesson."
"Sir, it's my fault. I accidentally bumped into the boss..."
The slant-eyed officer in a gray military uniform waved his hands hurriedly and said: "It's my subordinates who are at fault. We lost the battle and are angry. Please don't mind." Then he yelled at the defeated soldier: "I still haven't apologized to my fellow soldiers.
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"I'm sorry." Although the defeated soldier was extremely reluctant, he still spoke stiffly.
The officer took out a piece of ocean from his arms and gave it to the refugee and said, "Take this piece of ocean, and I will apologize on his behalf."
"Sir, I can't take it, I can't take it..." The refugee refused in fear, but the squinting officer forced him into his hand. Then the squinting officer waved his hand, squeezed into the crowd, and quickly disappeared.
"Good people, really good people." The refugee held the piece of ocean in his hands and looked at the direction in which the squinting officers and the others were leaving, with tears in their eyes.
"Fujita-kun, if you are reckless and impulsive next time, I will kill you with my own hands -" Amid the vague escort of dozens of defeated soldiers, the squinting officer regained his indifference and whispered a lesson to the man who almost shot.
Broken troops.
"Don't worry, Major, I will never be impulsive." The defeated soldier also realized his recklessness at this moment and hurriedly assured him.