The river beach was in chaos at night. Yang Ling's words did not make them feel the slightest sense of security. They were still surging forward. Although the brothers in the guerrilla camp were fighting, it was of no avail.
Although their guns were set up, there were all their compatriots in front of them. Many of their comrades who had fought alongside them during the day, they couldn't bear to shoot.
Yang Ling was still roaring as hard as he could, but the crowd was coming like a wave, and it was about to break through their defensive circle. Once it was broken, so many people would crowd the boat, causing more casualties. Just as he was hesitating whether to really
When the gun was fired, the gun went off.
"Da da da da da da-"
Hurricane-like bullets burrowed into human bodies, blood surged, blood mist rose, and those crowded people fell like wheat, staining the ground red.
A tough team used machine gun bullets to clear the way, plowing a bloody road, and they stepped on the corpses to reach Yang Ling's side.
Seeing these defeated soldiers who were even more ferocious and tough than the Japanese army, Wang Huzi and others became very vigilant. They hurriedly pulled the bolts of their guns, and all the black muzzles were pointed at this group of people.
"Brother Yang, you have no mercy!" The leader of this group of defeated troops was a capable major officer. He had no fear of Wang Huzi's guns and walked straight over to look at Yang Ling and said.
Yang Ling recognized the man with a bloody face as Zhao Wenbin, the commander of the Northeast Army Battalion of the 122nd Division when they broke out of Jiangyin. He was originally an elegant staff officer, but after several fierce battles, he had turned into a cold-blooded soldier.
Yang Ling also knew that Ci was not in charge of the army, but he really couldn't do it when facing these compatriots and comrades-in-arms. How could Zhao Wenbin do this without showing mercy at all? He couldn't do anything to his own people.
"Brother Yang, don't blame me for being cruel. If I don't shoot some people, I won't be able to calm down the situation, and more people will die!" Zhao Wenbin walked up to Yang Ling and whispered.
How could Yang Ling not understand these principles, but after all, he was not as cruel as him. He asked: "Is the injury okay?"
When Zhao Wenbin saw Yang Ling speak, the smile returned to his face. He was worried that Yang Ling would blame him for this. He pointed to his gauze-wrapped arm and said that he had been stabbed by a Japanese soldier. The wound was not deep and would not be a problem.
"Hey, I chopped off the legs of the devil who hurt me."
Zhao Wenbin grinned, but Wang Huzi and others next to him were shocked. This guy was not only cruel to his own people, but also to his enemies. He was a madman.
"Don't worry, organize an evacuation. I'll help you control the situation." Zhao Wenbin jumped off the sandbag with a smile. No one would have thought that such a gentle man could kill more than a hundred of his own people without blinking an eye.
"Listen to me, the women, children and wounded soldiers will go first. The scattered brothers must gather over there!"
Zhao Wenbin's roar was much more effective than Yang Ling's. Those people were afraid that he was full of blood and did not dare to cause trouble again.
Lao Yanqiang and the others brought the boat to the shore. These hundreds of large and small boats made Yang Ling relieved, and they were able to save many people.
"Batalion Commander!" Lao Yanqiang and Yang Dashu jumped off the boat and saluted Yang Ling. Captain Zhang Tie of the guerrilla team also shook hands with Yang Ling.
Yang Ling also expressed his gratitude to them for arriving in time: "Thank you for your hard work."
"How many ships did you bring?" Yang Ling asked.
"There are five hundred and thirty-five boats in total. Those small steamers can carry a lot of people."
When the ship docked, Yang Ling immediately organized the wounded soldiers with women and children to board the ship first and evacuate.
These women and children were originally crying helplessly, but now Yang Ling gave them hope and saved their lives. They were extremely grateful to Yang Ling, and some even knelt on the bow of the boat and kowtowed to him.
Boats filled with soldiers and civilians shuttled back and forth on both sides of the strait, rescuing desperate people under Japanese artillery fire.
"Shunzi, protect them." Yang Ling sent Zhang Hongying and some wounded soldiers on the boat, and asked the reconnaissance platoon leader Shunzi to cross the river to investigate the situation.
"Don't worry, battalion commander, nothing will happen." Shunzi agreed hastily.
Zhang Hongying saw Yang Ling standing in the cold wind, ran over and gave him a hug: "I'm waiting for you on the other side. I must live."
Yang Ling patted her shoulder and said, "Don't worry, the bullet that wants to kill me hasn't been made yet."
Although Yang Ling made a joke again, Zhang Hongying couldn't laugh. She punched Yang Ling in the chest, turned around and got on the boat. She stood on the bow of the boat and stared at Yang Ling silently, with tears streaming down her face.
Everyone knows that staying on the river beach for more than a minute will increase the risk, but Yang Ling can't leave. He is the commander, and he has to stay to maintain order, otherwise no one can leave.
Seeing the fishing boat carrying Zhang Hongying and the others getting further and further away, and finally disappearing into the darkness, Yang Ling took a deep breath, filled with the smell of blood, and strode towards the gathered defeated troops.
These broken troops were ordered to retreat, but there were no ships on the riverside. Even if there were ships, they were controlled by some units such as the 36th Division, which were busy transporting their own people. These shipless brothers had no choice but to take risks.
There were already two to three thousand brothers who had gathered together. Each of them was blackened by gunpowder smoke, and hunger and exhaustion were eating away at them.
They had fought with guns to defend the city, and had shed blood and sacrificed their lives. However, they were abandoned by their superiors and became outcasts. Looking at their embarrassed appearance with blood-stained uniforms, Yang Ling felt heavy.
Soldiers have shed their last drop of blood for this country and nation, but no one remembers their names many years later. They sacrificed their lives without even being able to get a straw mat. It must be said that this is the tragedy of soldiers in this era.
"Brothers! I am Yang Ling, the lieutenant colonel commander of the guerrilla camp!" Yang Ling stood on a high ground with a loudspeaker and spoke.
"You are a soldier when you put on this uniform! You fought bloody battles with the Japanese and are worthy of the title of heroes! But today, here! I hope you can still stand up and use your lives to protect the unarmed people behind you! Just like before
Same, use our flesh and blood to stop the Japanese! Cover the evacuation of the people! I will be with you!"
Yang Ling's words were so impassioned that many people felt ashamed that they had just fled in embarrassment and shot at the people.
"Sir Yang, will you come with us?" someone in the crowd asked loudly, they were scared of being abandoned.
"If I, Yang Ling, run away first, you can shoot me to death! But if any of you disobey orders and run away! Then I won't be able to spare you either!"
"Sir Yang! We listen to you!"
"Yes! We follow your command!"
These brothers are all hot-blooded men. Not all of them are greedy for life and afraid of death. It's just that the leader ran away and they are leaderless. Now Yang Ling has stepped forward and Yang Ling is their leader.
Seeing that Yang Ling, a lieutenant colonel and battalion commander, could command more than 2,000 people, even Zhao Wenbin, who had been a staff officer, had to admire Yang Ling, he was so capable of deceiving.
More than two thousand broken troops were temporarily organized by Yang Ling, and a defensive position was established on the river beach to prevent the enemy's surprise attack and to protect the people crossing the river.
Hundreds of boats may seem like a lot, but facing thousands of people is really a drop in the bucket, but everyone tried their best.
While Yang Ling was busy organizing the evacuation of the people on the river beach, near the Yijiangmen city gate, Nanjing Mayor Xiao Shanling was leading the police and gendarmerie troops to maintain order.
When he heard that someone was organizing a ferry evacuation from the river beach, Ling Xiaoshan was very happy and asked hurriedly: "Which officer is directing the evacuation?"
The guard replied: "It seems to be a battalion commander named Yang. He found someone to get hundreds of boats."
"Okay, okay... the people of Nanjing are saved." Xiao Shanling was so excited that he was a little incoherent.
"Sir Xiao, a large group of enemies are coming this way!" At this moment, someone hurriedly came over to report.
Xiao Shanling pulled out Browning from his waist and shouted: "The enemy has passed, let me stop the enemy!"
The surrounding gendarmerie and police forces pulled the bolts of their guns one after another, and following the orders of Nanjing Mayor Xiao Shan, they prepared to stop the Japanese troops on the spot and cover the evacuation of the people.