After leaving the field hospital, Yang Ling did not stop and went straight back to Daguang Road, where the guerrilla camp was temporarily resting.
He really wanted to remind Zhang Hongying to leave as soon as possible. After all, the city of Nanjing was already in danger and very dangerous. But when he thought of the order issued by the garrison commander's department strictly prohibiting crossing the river, he couldn't help but want to curse.
They are now trapped in the cage of Nanjing City. The 36th Division is guarding the Xiaguan Ferry, and Hu Zongnan's First Army is watching on the other side. Anyone who crosses the river without authorization will be killed. I am afraid that no one in Nanjing City will be able to do so until the last moment.
Neither can leave.
Since no one could leave now, Yang Ling gave up his plan to remind her. Anyway, his troops were fighting near Guanghua Gate. Even if the city was destroyed, he could protect her in time.
Seeing Yang Ling coming back with many gauze bandages, Xizi, the only health soldier in the camp, happily took them.
"Battal Commander, you are so awesome. I've been to several medical teams and I didn't get anything. Where did you get so many bandages?"
Yang Ling handed a large roll of bandages to the health soldier Xizi's hand, thought for a moment and said, "I have an acquaintance in the field hospital."
When Xizi heard that Yang Ling had an acquaintance in the field hospital, she immediately became excited. She pulled Yang Ling who was about to leave and said, "Batalion Commander, since you have an acquaintance, see if you can get some more anti-inflammatory drugs or analgesics. If you can't,
Some disinfecting alcohol can also be used——"
"I've asked. They have quotas for these medicines. They can only be used for the seriously injured. These bandages are also obtained with great difficulty. Use them sparingly. We will find a way when the time comes." Yang Ling said helplessly.
He patted Xizi on the shoulder and said.
This war has been going on for several months, and the supplies stored in the country have been almost exhausted. Coastal factories are on their way to move to Wuhan, Chongqing and other inland areas and cannot produce at all. Compared with the huge consumption, the purchases from abroad are only a drop in the bucket.
Nowadays, not only are there a shortage of weapons and ammunition in the army, but there are also very few life-saving medicines. Even bandages are removed from dead people, boiled and reused. This poor and weak country is experiencing many difficulties.
When Xizi heard that he couldn't get medicine, he also sighed: "I can only suffer the suffering of those injured brothers..."
Yang Ling was powerless to deal with this kind of thing. It was not just the lack of medical supplies in their troops, but the lack of medicines in all the troops. This was not something that he, a small battalion commander, could solve.
Yang Ling changed the topic and asked: "Xizi, how did you do what I asked you to do?"
There is only one health soldier in the camp now, and he is a treasure, because no one knows when he will be injured and needs Xizi to save his life.
Yang Ling also realized this problem. One health soldier was definitely not enough, so he selected some flexible student soldiers to take the time to learn from Xizi, hoping to train more health soldiers, which could greatly reduce the death rate of soldiers.
Xizi replied: "They have learned well and can simply treat wounds and bandage them without any problem."
Yang Ling nodded: "That's good, teach them if you have nothing to do. If you teach them well, I will be rewarded."
"Yes!" When Xizi heard Yang Ling's words, he suddenly felt happy: "Batalion Commander, then I will continue to teach them -"
"Go ahead."
Yang Ling saw Xizi who looked like he had been injected with chicken blood, and a smile appeared on his face. If Xizi could really teach a group of health soldiers, then it would be a great good thing for the camp, and he would not hesitate to reward him.
The brothers in the guerrilla camp rested for the night, and the field service team provided them with delicious food and drinks. They became energetic again, and the rumbling of artillery outside did not affect their mood for fun at all.
For these soldiers with their heads tied to their belts, they could die on the battlefield at any time, perhaps a bomb or a stray bullet could kill them, so they would not miss any opportunity to relax.
"Come on, come on, place your bets, place your bets!" Company Commander Wang Huzi liked gambling the most. At this moment, he shouted to a group of people to gather around and start gambling.
When they returned from the battlefield, they had confiscated a lot of Japanese gadgets. Pocket watches and sabers were very popular and could be sold for a lot of silver dollars on the black market, so they became bets at this moment.
In addition to these brothers who gathered around to gamble, there were also some in groups of three or three leaning against the wall talking and laughing, and there were also some shameless ones who went to the women in the field service group to tease her, looking like soldiers.
The brothers were nervous on the battlefield, and now they have retreated here to rest. As long as they don't do anything extraordinary, Yang Ling doesn't bother to care about them, just let them go crazy. Yang Ling still understands the principle of being relaxed and ethical. If he blindly
If you suppress it, the effect will be bad.
Yang Ling also picked up a broken newspaper, sat down against the wall, and first took out his shell gun to clean and maintain it, and then took out the 79 rifle, removed the purge and wiped it.
The gun is the second life of a soldier. It can not only kill the enemy on the battlefield, but also protect oneself. Therefore, it must be cleaned and maintained frequently to keep it in the best condition and not get stuck at critical moments.
The guerrilla camp did not wait for new orders all morning. This was a good thing for them. After all, they did not have to go to the battlefield to fight and could live longer.
But just after lunch, they felt that the atmosphere was different. There was a dull roar outside the city, and the ground shook as if it had been hit by a heavy hammer. They knew that it was the Japanese heavy howitzer that had been pulled up.
The veterans of the guerrilla camp have all suffered from the heavy howitzers of the Japanese. One shot can wipe out half a company. Sometimes the corpses are blown to pieces, leaving only pieces of meat. Thinking of this, they still have lingering fears.
The dull sound of artillery outside the city was getting closer and closer, and the wailing and screaming wounded were constantly being sent down from the front. The veterans had no intention of having fun and talking, and the atmosphere became solemn.
Yang Ling also knew that although there were several troops guarding them outside, they had fought for many days and suffered heavy losses. Under such circumstances, it was hard to say whether they could hold on, and they probably wouldn't be able to rest for long.
"One knife, let the brothers get ready." Yang Ling climbed to the roof, held up Cao Changjing and looked outside the city. He saw smoke and dust billowing over there, and the fighting was fierce, so he asked the brothers to get ready too.
The brothers silently began to prepare, put on leggings, and loaded ammunition. There was an atmosphere of tension and anxiety in the air.
Yang Ling and the others were preparing on Daguang Road. At the Guanghua Gate on the front line, there was already the sound of gunfire, and thick smoke filled the entire space.
The Japanese 36th Regiment, which attacked near Guanghua Gate, called for heavy artillery support. The howitzers deployed at Gaoqiao Gate conducted a fierce shelling on the Chinese defenders near Guanghua Gate for half an hour.
Facing the overwhelming artillery attack, the defenders had to withdraw from the Zhonghe Bridge Block and retreat to Guanghua Gate, relying on the moat and machine guns placed on the city wall to block the Japanese attack.
However, the Japanese Ninth Engineer Brigade rushed under the city wall and used blasting to create a gap in the wall. Bricks and stones flew away, and the mud and sand filled in the city wall poured out, forming a gentle slope.
The Japanese's infantry death squads took the opportunity to charge up the city along this gentle slope. Xie Chengrui, the commander of the second regiment of the teaching corps guarding here, personally led the team to block the gap. However, the Japanese's mountain artillery also pushed six hundred meters to the right side of the moat, facing the gap.
The defenders on top bombarded them fiercely.
Many soldiers who went to plug the gap were immediately bombed and fell to the bottom of the city. Even the regiment leader Xie Chengrui was injured and rescued. The Japanese infantry suicide squad took the opportunity to rush up the city wall along the gentle slope.
"Yeah!" The Japanese who rushed up the city wall saw the dozens of Chinese soldiers standing in front of them. They bared their teeth and screamed strangely. They rushed forward with their bayonets drawn and then stabbed them all down the city wall. Guanghua Gate was breached for the first time.
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Colonel Jiro Wakiba, captain of the 36th Regiment, saw their blood-red rising sun flag fluttering on the city wall through the telescope, and his face turned red with excitement.
"Order the First Battalion Captain, Major Ito Zenmitsu, to immediately launch an assault into the city to expand the victory! I will ask the Ninth Mountain Artillery Battalion to provide fire support!"
"Call the division headquarters. Our 36th Regiment has taken the lead in attacking Nanjing at 1 p.m.!"
"Hi Yi!" The messenger hurried away.
Seeing that his troops were the first to invade Nanjing, this honor belonged to the 36th Regiment, and they would become the center of attention. Thinking of these 36th Regiment Captain Jiro Wakiba, Colonel Jiro Wakiba excitedly pumped his fists.