Daybreak came very quickly, and the morning rays shone through the diffuse river fog, making the river surface red. The cold waves crashed on the river beach, washing dead bodies into the river one after another. The river surface was covered with corpses and turned blood red.
The thick black smoke column in Nanjing City rose up and dissipated in the mid-air. It was the remaining smoke of countless burning buildings. The burning ashes floated up with the morning wind, falling on the houses and people's shoulders, like
A mighty black snow fell.
The river beach was still crowded with people, and the sound of gunfire coming from the city was getting closer and closer. Despair and panic enveloped everyone's heart.
After a busy night of crossing the river, the temporary commander Zhao Wenbin's eyes were bloodshot. Looking at the soldiers and civilians scrambling to climb to the boat, he felt a deep sense of powerlessness. There were too many people, and one night was not enough.
The gathered troops led by Yang Ling were still blocking the oncoming Japanese troops near the city gate. They had been fighting bloody battles all night, and everyone who was still alive was stained. The Japanese troops still failed to break through their defense lines, but they
The defense is becoming more and more difficult.
In the middle of the night, three broken gendarmerie regiments led by General Xiao Shanling, the mayor of Nanjing, fought bloody battles with thousands of policemen for five hours, and all of them were killed and martyred.
Yang Ling initially heard that General Xiaoshan Ling had such a powerful force and should be able to hold out until dawn, so he gathered limited troops to maintain order on the river beach and did not go to support him. However, he underestimated the Japanese army's madness, so that Xiao Shan Ling
It was only after the general and others were killed that they realized the seriousness of the matter.
The nerves of the Japanese troops have been stimulated crazy by the killing and blood. They originally thought that hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians in Nanjing would be surrounded by them, and even the commander-in-chief Tang Shengzhi would be captured by them. They would win a complete victory.
Use a gesture to occupy Nanjing and force China to surrender.
But they miscalculated. The garrison commanders fled, and the soldiers and civilians of Nanjing were also evacuating from Xiaguan. This made the Japanese troops who invaded the city very angry, so they rushed towards Xiaguan frantically, trying to intercept the escaping people.
common people.
Yang Ling and the others were exhausted from fighting in the dark night. Seeing that the Japanese army was defeated by them again, the surviving brothers could no longer hold on and collapsed in the pile of corpses, breathing greedily.
The moist air was filled with a strong smell of blood. The brothers who breathed heavily inhaled the damp smell of blood into their lungs and felt extremely uncomfortable. Some of them coughed violently.
The two sides had been fighting all night in the streets and alleys with piles of dead bodies, but they didn't think anything of it. Now that it was dawn, they could finally see the battlefield clearly. Even the veterans who had experienced hundreds of battles had turned pale at this moment. The surviving students
Bing was so unbearable that he vomited until all the yellow water in his stomach was vomited out, leaving only retching.
Blood-stained legs and feet were piled up in layers. Whether it was the ruins or the bloody streets, they were filled with dead bodies, as if they were covered with a thick mat. The blood flowing out had solidified and turned into dark red. A kick
When you step on it, the entire shoe will be soaked with blood and become wet.
Yang Ling and the other brothers who came in for reinforcements lost two-thirds of them in a fierce battle overnight, but the Japanese army also did not get any advantage. The headless body of the Japanese army major was lying in the puddle of blood. It was used by two brothers who were about to die.
The last remaining strength was hacked to death.
Medical soldier Xizi was leading his dozen or so student soldiers who had become monks and were busy among the piles of corpses, rescuing the wounded soldiers who were still breathing.
The medical soldier Xizi, who had always been dedicated to rescuing the wounded and rescuing the dying, did not care at this moment. When he encountered the wounded Japanese soldiers who were still breathing, he also gave them a ruthless blow.
The shrill whistles echoed in the city of Nanjing, and Japanese soldiers with bloody arms were running along the streets screaming for help: "There are Chinese troops by the river! There are Chinese troops by the river!"
When the various Japanese troops who were killing people and mopping up the city heard this, they immediately swarmed toward Xiaguan from all over like wolves smelling fishy smell.
Large groups of Japanese troops ran through the ruined streets. The streets were trampled loudly, causing countless smoke and dust to rise. Blood-red plaster flags fluttered in the bloody city.
The news that there were Chinese troops on the riverside spread quickly like the wind through the streets and alleys, reaching the ears of the Japanese soldiers who were venting their lust on the people. They all rushed towards Xiaguan, trying to stand up again.
meritorious deeds.
Before the Japanese infantry swooping towards Xiaguan arrived, the roaring Japanese aircraft had already penetrated the morning light and flew to the Xiaguan river beach. The huge roar of the motors pierced people's ears and made the crowd crowded on the river beach panic.
cried out.
"The Japanese plane is coming! Hurry and take cover!" the soldiers maintaining order shouted loudly.
But there was nowhere to hide except for the grass that had been trampled into the mud on the river beach. I watched helplessly as the steel monster swooped down and flew down, making a huge roar in my ears.
"Da da da--"
The Japanese planes began to swoop and fire, the machine guns sprayed out a series of tongues of fire, and bullets as thick as corn stalks were fired at the crowd. All the people crowded on the trajectory of the machine guns were beaten to pieces, with blood and flesh flying everywhere.
Just as one plane swooped over and strafed, another one followed closely. They plowed out strips of blood among the crowd on the river beach. The dead and alive people hugged each other and rolled into the cold river water.
Blood red.
The Japanese planes swooped and strafed on the river beach. An aerial bomb fell into the crowd and exploded with a loud bang, covering the sky with mud and flesh. Dozens of civilians were left with only broken limbs.
The entire river beach was in a mess, filled with screams and cries. The soldiers maintaining order roared and fired with guns, but the planes flew over and fired, leaving only a pile of rotten meat.
Groups of Japanese planes flew back and forth like crows. Seeing the people below them running around in all directions, the Japanese pilots laughed ferociously. They liked this feeling.
But soon they got tired of playing, and the planes flew towards the ships on the river. Fishing boats full of people crossing the river were shot into bloody pieces by them.
The ships were riddled with holes, and the bombs dropped on them raised huge water columns. Many ships were engulfed in flames. In the explosion, the people and the ships were blown into pieces all over the sky.
The city gate that Yang Ling and the others were guarding also came under fierce attack. Dozens of Japanese tanks ran rampant along the street.
These tanks were roaring and bombarding, while crushing the corpses and rushing forward. The chains were still turning fast with blood dripping. Under the crushing of these steel monsters, Yang Ling and the others could not stop them. Their position was breached and they could only fight and wait.
Retreat, retreat to the river beach. The Japanese tanks chased Yang Ling and the others and beat them. He watched helplessly as each of his brothers fell. Yang Ling's eyes were red. He wanted to go back and fight, but Wang Huzi and the others were holding him tightly.
run.
The mud on the river beach was like soaked tofu. The Japanese tanks rushed onto the river beach and sank into the mud. They could only rotate their turrets and fire wildly.
"Go up and blow them up!" Seeing the Japanese tanks stuck in the mud, Yang Ling ordered a counterattack.
The angry brothers grabbed grenades and surrounded them from all directions like a pack of wolves. The tanks and vehicles were turned into scrap metal in the roaring explosion.
Large groups of Japanese infantrymen rushed through Yijiang Gate and rushed towards the Xiaguan River Beach. They screamed with red eyes. When they saw the countless people on the river beach, they were like flies seeing blood.
Injected chicken blood.
The blocking force led by Yang Ling seized several sandbag trenches on slightly higher ground near the river beach, and fired violent bullets at the Japanese infantry who rushed towards them, making them cry for their fathers and mothers, and leaving behind more than a hundred corpses.