The number of Japanese soldiers who fled to the vicinity of Wangjiazhuang was small, only about thirty. Although each of them was as brave as ferocious beasts, they did not persist for a moment before being wiped out.
As soon as the gunfire of the battle stopped, Qin Shou jumped up from the ground with a canvas bag on his body, loudly calling to the student soldiers to rush forward to clean the battlefield and pick up trophies.
Just now, the strange screams of the Japanese and the bullets whizzing over their heads from time to time scared many students so hard that their faces turned pale and their legs became weak. Before they could recover, they were already being led by Qin Shou to the battlefield.
went.
The scale of the battle was not large. After eliminating this group of Japs, Yang Ling had already led three combat companies to quickly advance towards Wangjiazhuang to seize the favorable terrain. Because of the pitch black, he was worried that there were other Japs troops there.
nearby.
When Qin Shou led the student soldiers to the battlefield, in addition to the bloody corpses and stranded wounded on the ground, Yang Ling and the others had already moved forward into the darkness.
"Come here to rescue the wounded who know how to bandage them! The rest of you should quickly clean up the battlefield!" Qin Shou passed over the bloody corpses. He had long been accustomed to such scenes and did not feel the slightest discomfort. He loudly ordered the student soldiers.
The student soldiers stood still and did not move. In the light of the burning fire, they saw the bloody corpses and the heads of the Japanese soldiers who had been chopped off, with ferocious eyes still staring at them.
The student soldiers who couldn't stand the smell of blood began to vomit so much that the yellow water in their stomachs came out. The bolder ones stood there and turned pale. This was the first time they saw dead people everywhere.
Qin Shou turned around and saw the student soldiers standing there without moving. He shouted angrily: "What are you doing standing still! Come here and help!"
Qin Shou's roar made the student soldiers wake up. Wang Zikun hurriedly stepped on the sticky blood and ran to Qin Shou and squatted down to help bandage the wounds of the wounded. However, he was not familiar with it, and he did not use any care when bandaging.
The wounded screamed in pain.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Wang Zikun was like a child who had done something wrong, hurriedly apologizing to the injured person he had hurt.
The injured man did not blame him. Although he grimaced in pain, he was full of optimism: "It's okay, let go and bandage, man, I can hold on."
The wounded man's words made Wang Zikun no longer have any scruples, and he opened his hands and feet. The original tension gradually disappeared, and the movements of his hands became more and more agile. Although his hands were covered with blood, for the first time, he felt that he was no longer useless.
People also did their part for the war.
"Where's the injury?"
"I was shot in the waist, it's not a problem."
"You're lucky, boy. You're free now. You don't have to worry about being bombed again. You can take good care of yourself in the hospital in the rear. When you're healed, you can return to our guerrilla camp. Let's fight the Japanese together."
Company Commander Qin Shou followed Yang Ling and looked a bit like a commander. He patrolled back and forth, saying words of concern to the wounded, holding on to his family, and patting them on the shoulders from time to time to show encouragement, which eased the originally sad atmosphere a lot.
The student soldiers were originally full of sympathy for these injured soldiers, but now seeing their cheerful appearance, they couldn't help but turn into envy. If they are injured, they can retreat to the rear to recuperate, and provide them with good food and drink, which is a good thing.
, at least it is much better than staying in fear on the battlefield.
Qin Shou sent some student soldiers to carry the wounded down on stretchers. After the battlefield was cleaned, the weapons and equipment of the remaining students were greatly replenished, and their canvas bags were bulging. They dug holes and buried them.
He dropped his fallen comrades and continued towards Wangjiazhuang.
The three combat companies led by Yang Ling arrived at Wangjiazhuang early and found no trace of other Japanese soldiers. Therefore, they judged that what had happened was just a small group of Japanese soldiers who had infiltrated by accident. Their worries were finally relieved.
Come down.
Yang Ling's order was that his guerrilla battalion should be stationed in Wangjiazhuang to protect the flanks of Gaoqiao Gate. Wangjiazhuang was small, with dozens of low-rise adobe houses. The empty people had already fled, and there was no sign of lifelessness.
of vitality.
"Yidao, take a few people with me to survey the terrain."
Yang Ling left the team to rest in Zhuangzi. He was not idle. He immediately called Liu Yidao to take him and go to the vicinity of Zhuangzi to investigate the situation.
This is because he has developed a habit of fighting in unfamiliar areas. If he is not familiar with the surrounding situation, he will be confused and timid when fighting. Therefore, he will be the first to understand the surrounding situation whenever he arrives.
.
Yang Ling led more than ten brothers with guns and ammunition out of Zhuangzi and surveyed the entire Wangjiazhuang's surroundings in a clockwise direction starting from the north.
Wangjiazhuang is surrounded by large paddy fields and cotton fields. The terrain is relatively open. Farther away is a river of unknown depth. On the other side of the river is a dark reed swamp. There are several undulations a few hundred meters to the west of Zhuangzi.
Not big hills.
After Yang Ling wandered around and returned to Zhuangzi, he immediately ordered his troops to set up positions on the hills a few hundred meters west of Zhuangzi.
"Battal Commander, it is very convenient for us to rely on Zhuangzi to build a position. It saves time and effort. Why do we have to go to the field to dig trenches? Isn't that just a waste of time?"
Yang Ling's order unexpectedly met with the opposition of the newly promoted company commander Blacksmith. Everyone was also puzzled. If they left the good Zhuangzi bunker unused, there would be no difference between setting up a position in the wilderness and holding on after eating.
Liu Yidao pointed at the adobe houses and suggested, "Battalion Commander, look, let's dig holes in the houses in Zhuangzi to make them impregnable. Even if the Japanese come, we won't be afraid."
Yang Ling was not angry at the objections of the company commanders. Their objections showed that they were thinking seriously rather than just rigidly following orders, because sometimes rigidly following orders would kill many people.
"Tell me, what will the Japanese do first in a war?" Yang Ling asked everyone.
"Have sex..." Liu Yidao blurted out without thinking.
Yang Ling smiled and said, "That's alright. The Japs can clearly see Zhuangzi from a long distance away. If a shell hits it, we might be wiped out before we even see the Japs."
Hearing Yang Ling's explanation, everyone felt chills running down their spines. They were just looking for convenience. How could they have imagined that if the Japanese bombarded them with artillery, Zhuangzi would really not be able to bear it.
"Okay, set up a position outside Zhuangzi immediately!"
"yes!"
It was already freezing cold in the suburbs of Nanjing in December, and everyone came out of Zhuangzi in a loud voice. The cold wind in front of them made them feel like they had fallen into an ice cellar, and they were shivering from the cold.
Yang Ling did not let his brothers dig single-line trenches, because once the National Revolutionary Army's single-line trenches were invaded by the Japanese, they would most likely collapse, let alone his mere guerrilla camp.
In order to make the position more stable when encountering the Japs, Yang Ling chose to use the method of establishing positions in steps to make the entire position deep enough. Even if the Japs broke through the first-line position, they would immediately be hit hard by the second-line firepower.
Following Yang Ling's order, hundreds of brothers in the guerrilla battalion began to build positions in full swing. Yang Ling's positions outside Nanjing could not hold for long, so instead of letting the brothers waste time and effort digging deep trenches, they mainly asked them to dig.
Foxholes for individual combat and bunkers for hiding from artillery fire.