Under the cover of night, the city of Nanjing was filled with smoke and fire, and the dark night sky was illuminated red. Fierce gunshots still resounded in the urban area, and the scattered troops were still resisting.
The Xiaguan River Beach is still crowded with people. Hundreds of fishing boats and ferries shuttle back and forth in the darkness, rescuing residents in desperate situations. But there are too many people. Thousands of people are waiting anxiously. As time goes by,
As time went by, their mood became more and more anxious.
Many people couldn't wait any longer. They jumped into the water holding wood, planks, or anything else that could float, trying to find a way out. However, the freezing cold water quickly froze people to death in the river, surrounded by dense piles of dead bodies.
In the water, there are countless innocent souls.
The various units that had evacuated to the Xiaguan River Beach also began to organize to cross the river. The 51st Division of the 74th Army had a small ferry reserved in advance. After emergency transportation in the middle of the night, it transported about 5,000 officers and soldiers to escape.
Although there are many ships plying the river, most of them are fishing boats that can carry a small number of people. Compared with the hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians trapped in the city, they are still a drop in the bucket.
"Chop bamboo! Build bamboo rafts!"
Yang Ling had to think of another way and ordered all the bamboo forests near the river beach to be cut down. He set up a bamboo raft on the spot and thought of all possible ways to cross the river.
In addition to ordering the construction of bamboo rafts, Yang Ling also sent some eloquent soldiers to shout back and forth among the crowd with loudspeakers to calm their anxious mood.
While Yang Ling was busy on the Xiaguan river beach to prevent soldiers and civilians from crossing the river to break out, in the dilapidated streets and alleys near Yijiangmen, Xiaoshan Lingzheng led the police and gendarmerie troops to repel the Japanese attacks again and again to cover the crossing of the river.
Military and civilian.
The city of Nanjing has been destroyed, and Japanese troops from all walks of life are rushing in frantically, seizing all major strategic points and institutions in the city.
The constant reports of good news from neighboring troops stimulated the crazy nerves of the Japanese army. They no longer had any scruples. The defense of the huge Nanjing city had been broken through by their guns and bayonets.
Now all they need is to reap the fruits of victory. The troops entering the city are killing and looting crazily. Countless horrific tragedies are taking place in this city shrouded in darkness.
A small group of Japanese soldiers lost their way in the spider-web-like urban streets. In this case, they were not afraid at all, because in their hearts, the Chinese army had been repelled by their powerful combat power. They
Fearless.
They did not contact the neighboring troops, but drove straight into the city with a small force. When they jumped onto the main road in the city and saw the dense crowds of fleeing people, they stood there with bayonets in hand.
land.
There were thousands of people in this large group of fleeing people, but this group of Japanese soldiers who had lost their way was only forty or fifty people. When the fleeing people saw the Japanese soldiers jumping out of the darkness.
When they saw their stocky bodies, hideous and ugly faces, and bloody bayonets, the crowd was stunned for a few seconds, and then suddenly let out a shrill scream, as if they had seen a ghost, and thousands of people were so frightened that they turned around and ran away.
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When the Japanese captain saw these thousands of Chinese people escaping, he had a bold idea in his mind and became ferocious: "Pursue!"
"Yeah!" These Japanese soldiers with red eyes also howled like wild beasts, shooting and chasing after them.
Dozens of Japanese soldiers chased thousands of civilians through the streets, like wolves driving sheep, with no scruples.
The whistling bullets penetrated the bodies of the fleeing people, and people kept getting shot and falling down, with blood pouring out. More and more people fell to the ground, and the streets were dyed blood red.
These screaming Japanese soldiers were like fierce ghosts in the dark night. They laughed ferociously and killed, beating and stabbing civilians to death one by one.
It wasn't until they were too tired to run anymore that they stopped killing. The whole street was covered with dead bodies, piled up in a thick layer, and the ditches on both sides of the street were stained red.
Countless Japanese squads ran rampant in the city, and many troops who had been scattered and had no time to retreat were surrounded. In a small building that was burned black, dozens of Chinese soldiers were surrounded by a large group of Japanese troops.
After repeated fierce battles, these dozens of Chinese soldiers had used up all their ammunition. Looking at the small building like an iron barrel surrounded by the Japanese army, their faces were filled with despair.
"Surrender! Stop making meaningless resistance. Your commander has abandoned you! Put down your weapons! Not only will you avoid death, but there will also be hot meals waiting for you here -"
A traitor hid behind a sandbag and shouted at the surrounded Chinese soldiers with a loudspeaker.
The Japanese troops were brave and good at fighting, but faced with the numerous streets and alleys in the urban area and the resisting Chinese troops, they had a headache and were unwilling to waste their troops in meaningless street fighting. Therefore, they let the traitors speak out and strive to eliminate them without casualties.
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These surrounded Chinese soldiers had been fighting bloody battles in their positions for several days. They had not even touched a drop of rice since that day, and were starving. At this moment, they were in a desperate situation of running out of ammunition and reinforcements.
"What a traitor like a dog! He will die a good death!"
Some soldiers cursed loudly. If there were still bullets, they would definitely shoot the traitor first.
The leader of these Chinese soldiers was a lieutenant colonel staff officer who was covered in burnt skin. He looked at these ragged and exhausted brothers with tears in his eyes.
"Put down your weapons! You can avoid death! If you continue to resist, no one will survive!" the traitor continued to shout.
He took a deep breath and said to the soldiers: "Brothers, put down your guns and surrender."
"Sir!" These brothers looked at their beloved commander with red eyes in disbelief: "We will not surrender until we die!"
The staff officer was angry: "We have no bullets! No reinforcements! If we all die here, what will happen to our wives, children, and children at home? Who will avenge those dead brothers?"
"But we can't surrender. We still have bayonets. Let's fight out!" A brother said loudly.
The staff officer shook his head in pain and said: "Those who cannot be killed will only increase casualties. Brothers, keep the green hills here. Don't be afraid of running out of firewood. Surrender..."
"I order you to lay down your arms and surrender!" Seeing that the soldiers were unmoved, the staff officer shouted.
The soldiers looked at their commander, reluctantly threw their weapons outside the building, and walked out empty-handed.
Seeing these blood-stained Chinese soldiers coming out, the Japanese commander showed an arrogant smile. He wanted to destroy the Chinese people's will to resist!
Seeing these brothers walking out of the door one by one, the staff officer slowly pulled out the bayonet and stabbed it hard into his lower abdomen. The blood stained the uniform red.
"Sir! Sir!" The soldiers walking behind saw the commander who committed suicide, cried and ran over to hug their beloved commander.
A brother looked at the dying staff officer and shouted, "Sir, why can't you think about it?"
The staff officer smiled miserably: "China may have surrendered soldiers, but there are no surrendering officers..." Before he could finish his words, the staff officer had already lost his breath.
"Sir!" These soldiers cried loudly when they saw their beloved commander sacrificed.
"Brothers! I'm going first!" A soldier suddenly stood up, ran to the window of the small building, shouted, jumped up, and followed their commander.
The soldier fell into the rubble with a loud bang and turned into a puddle of flesh, leaving the Japanese commander stunned.
He originally wanted these Chinese soldiers to surrender, not only to defeat them on the battlefield, but also to destroy their will, but he did not expect that they would rather die than surrender.
Dozens of Chinese soldiers who had run out of ammunition jumped down from the small building one after another. Their unyielding spirit made the Japanese commander very angry, and his facial muscles twitched violently.