Chunhua Town, the outer position of Nanjing, has been reduced to a pot of porridge. Various Japanese artillery pieces poured tons of shells onto the defenders' positions. The defenders' positions seemed to have been swept by floods and were razed to the ground amid the tremors of the earth and mountains.
The troops of the 51st Division of the National Revolutionary Army who were stuck on the front line of Chunhua Town refused to retreat in the face of the Japanese's crazy attack. They fought hard with their flesh and blood. The two sides fought in darkness and blood flowed like rivers.
Although the defenders fought bloody battles, the Japanese offensive forces were in a completely frenzied state, attacking forward desperately, causing the casualties of the defenders to continue to rise. Groups of wounded were sent from the forward positions to the rear, and the battle situation continued to deteriorate.
Gaoqiao Gate is not far from Chunhua Town. Although the Japanese offensive troops have not attacked here yet, the earth-shattering roar of artillery fire in the direction of Chunhua Town can be clearly heard here, and the earth is also shaking along with it.
Four or five cars covered with raincoats roared into the reception center at Gaoqiao Gate. The muddy water splashed by the wheels covered the soldiers who were unable to dodge under the low eaves, causing them to curse again and again.
The car stopped in an open space inside the reception center, and military police with loaded weapons jumped out of the car and began to guard around the car.
"What are you pulling?" A curious soldier came up and looked at the car.
The military policemen with flowery machine guns hanging around their necks looked cold and shouted at the soldiers who were trying to get closer, telling them to stay away.
"Sir Yang, please send someone from your guerrilla battalion to collect the ammunition over there." Soon a messenger came to Yang Ling and handed him a note to collect the ammunition.
"Okay, I get it."
Yang Ling was troubled by the ammunition problem. Now more than 400 skirmishers had been added. Although the morale of the army had improved through some carrots and sticks, there were still very few ammunition.
As the saying goes, a good woman can't make a fool of herself without rice. A gun without ammunition is no different from a fire stick, let alone a fire stick. When I heard the ammunition coming, my frown finally relaxed.
"Yidao, you stay here and watch while I take people to get the ammunition." After Yang Ling ordered Liu Yidao, he immediately led Wang Huzi and more than a hundred brothers and went straight to the open space where the car was parked.
When Yang Ling and the others arrived, the area around the car was already filled with soldiers who came to collect ammunition. They included companies that had heard the news nearby and troops that had recently been re-accommodated at the shelter. They surrounded the car.
The water is blocked.
If they weren't afraid of the military police who were carrying live ammunition and escorting the ammunition, they might have rushed in to rob them by now. The troops had been fighting, and the ammunition consumption was very large, but the supplies at the rear could not keep up.
Nowadays, it is typical that there are more wolves than meat, so whoever can get more ammunition means more chances of survival on the battlefield. Anyone who gives in now will be a fool.
"Back off! Back off!" The military police escorting the ammunition had their guns raised, and they shouted loudly at the soldiers who were surrounding them.
However, there were too many people coming to collect the ammunition, and some soldiers took advantage of the chaos to push past the military police and began to climb into the car. The military police screamed and smashed the car with their rifle butts, but more people rushed forward. Although the military police kept talking,
It's awesome, but I don't dare to actually shoot, because the situation is about to get out of control.
Seeing that the situation was not going well, Yang Ling pulled out the shell gun from his waist and pulled the trigger towards the sky. He knew that if they did not stop the robbery of ammunition, those who came after them would not even be able to drink the soup.
The sudden sound of gunfire caused the soldiers who were about to grab ammunition to freeze subconsciously. Before they could react, Yang Ling, Wang Huzi and others had already forced their way in.
"Go back! Get in line!" Yang Ling and Wang Huzi and others fiercely stood in front of the car, holding up their rifles to prevent the soldiers from grabbing ammunition.
"You damn onion!" Someone jumped out angrily when they saw that Yang Ling was just a major.
But before the man could finish his words, Yang Ling had already kicked him over and fell heavily to the ground. Before he could get up, Yang Ling had already put the muzzle of his gun on his head and said viciously: "Do you believe it?"
If you don’t believe me, I jumped you!”
The officer who relied on his status as a lieutenant colonel originally wanted to act arrogant and get more ammunition, but now that he saw Yang Ling's cold eyes, his aura immediately softened and he did not dare to act rashly again.
The soldiers around had seen a ruthless man like Yang Ling who would draw a gun whenever he disagreed, and they were immediately restrained.
Wang Huzi and others originally followed Yang Ling to collect ammunition, but when they saw the crowd of people, they knew there was no chance, because all the troops were short of ammunition, and every time the ammunition truck came to fight for ammunition, it was a mess. It all depended on how much they could grab.
Good luck, but I didn't expect their new commander to be so strong, and I felt very angry!
Seeing that Yang Ling had calmed down the situation, the military police lieutenant who was escorting the ammunition got out of the co-pilot with sweat on his forehead and ran to Yang Ling to express his gratitude: "Thank you sir for your help, otherwise I don't know what the trouble would have been like.
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Yang Ling put his shell gun back into the holster, frowned and asked, "Is it like this every time?"
The military police lieutenant who was escorting the ammunition sighed and said: "It wasn't the case before, but recently many transport trucks have been bombed by Japanese planes. The ammunition cannot be transported out. There are too many monks but too little meat. If they want to rob me, I can't stop them..."
Yang Ling also understood the difficulties faced by the military police lieutenant. The frontline ammunition consumption was too large and the troops were jealous. Everyone knew the importance of ammunition. In order to survive, it was common sense to snatch ammunition.
Yang Ling didn't have time to chat with the military police lieutenant and handed him the note for receiving the ammunition. The military police lieutenant was grateful to Yang Ling for helping him calm down the situation. If the chaos ammunition was robbed and the troops who did not receive the ammunition called him to file a complaint, he
I didn't know how to get criticized when I got back, so I just asked Yang Ling to take the lead.
"Wang Beard, get the ammunition!" Yang Ling waved his hand to the back and ordered.
Wang Huzi smiled and followed the wolves to eat meat and the sheep to eat grass. It seemed that he was a good new commander. At least he would not suffer any disadvantages if he followed him. He immediately smiled and greeted the brothers who were following him to climb into the car and carry ammunition.
"Damn it, which battalion leader is this? He's so brutal." Seeing that Yang Ling and the others were the first to carry ammunition, the surrounding soldiers were jealous and began to inquire about Yang Ling's identity.
"I heard it was called a guerrilla camp. They just retreated from Jiangyin."
"Did you see that one of the leaders heard that he killed hundreds of Japanese in Shanghai?"
Some people asked doubtfully: "Is it true or false?"
"I also heard what our staff said. It shouldn't be false."
"No wonder he is so cruel, he is just a real man!" Someone gave Yang Ling a thumbs up. What they respected was a hero who could kill Japanese soldiers on the battlefield.
The surrounding soldiers were talking a lot. Although Yang Ling and his newly reorganized guerrilla battalion had not yet gone to the battlefield to fight, Yang Ling's strong control of the battlefield had made everyone in the Gaoqiao Gate well known.
"It's so happy, so happy!"
Wang Huzi and the other soldiers who followed Yang Ling to collect ammunition were also very proud. Yang Ling made them feel safe. This feeling is very subtle, but it can make them truly identify with Yang Ling as their commander, and it will gradually strengthen in a subtle way.