The wide river beach was covered with devastation, and the people were crying and screaming with despair on their faces. Some people had a mental breakdown and yelled crazily, while others knelt down and cried bitterly. In addition to despair, they were still desperate.
Ships on the river were still plowing back and forth despite the hail of bullets, churning the blood-red river water, and the moist air was filled with the strong smell of blood.
The returning Japanese planes changed their attack targets and bombarded Yang Ling's temporary sniper position indiscriminately. The bunkers built with sandbags were razed to the ground in the smoke, and the upturned mud exuded a rotten smell.
The Japanese infantry seized the opportunity of the plane bombing and rushed forward again. This time there were nearly 2,000 people. Their bayonets were shining and slogans were shouted loudly, hoping to defeat this last resistance force.
Yang Ling and his group of brothers were also furious. Facing these ferocious Japanese soldiers, they did not take a step back, nor did they dare to retreat, because they knew that their legs could not escape the bullets. Only by repelling this group of Japanese soldiers could they fight back.
There was a chance to survive, otherwise everything would be ruined, so they all risked their lives.
Captain Yang Dashu, the captain of the company, saw the Japanese troops rushing toward Wu Yangyang, and he didn't care about shooting. He held the trigger without letting go, and swept out with a fan.
The violent bullets passed over the empty river beach and jumped into the Japanese troops like tigers. The Japanese troops in front were swept to the ground in pieces as if they were blown by a strong wind.
The Japanese soldiers behind were not intimidated, they still shouted fiercely, stepped on the corpses and continued to rush forward.
All kinds of weapons of the defenders were summoned, and the bullets flying at high speed tore through the air, making a sharp roar and popping into the human body. Blood splashed violently, and the color of the turning mud gradually changed.
"Fight!"
"Kill the devils!"
Amidst the hail of bullets, the defenders' brothers also roared wildly, raining down bullets at the fastest speed, filling the air with gunpowder smoke and littering with dead bodies.
"Kill Gaigai!" the Japanese commander bared his teeth and roared. As soon as he finished speaking, a flying bullet shattered his neck, and he fell down in the mud.
Yang Ling lay down in a crater with smoke coming out, and kept pulling the bolt of his gun to shoot at the Japanese soldiers who were rushing over. His marksmanship was good, and more than ten Japanese soldiers had been knocked down by him.
But the Japanese army had too many people. Their light machine guns, heavy machine guns, grenade launchers, and mortars were all pulled up and fired at Yang Ling and the others desperately. The brothers suffered heavy casualties and were suppressed to death.
On the river beach.
Yang Ling looked back at the people who were still crossing the river behind him, and could only hold on with his troops, hoping to cover the evacuation of more people.
The Japanese army broke through Yang Ling's fire net after suffering countless casualties. Looking at the Japanese soldiers rushing up with bayonets drawn, many of the brothers who were still firing looked around. Most of their comrades had died, and the surroundings were empty.
Yes, they suddenly felt scared and wanted to turn around and run for their lives.
"Brothers! Kill the Japanese!" At this time, the company commander Liu Yidao suddenly jumped up from the bomb crater with a captured Japanese army knife and rushed out to face the Japanese army.
Yang Ling also stood up with courage and shouted: "Kill the Japanese!"
The officers' example made the brothers who had originally wanted to turn around and run away suddenly become hot-blooded. They grabbed bayonets, sabers and other weapons and poured them towards the Japanese like a torrent.
Seeing these Chinese soldiers howling like hungry wolves, the Japanese soldiers were not afraid at all and rushed towards them, screaming wildly. The two sides collided on the river beach, with constant roars and the sound of bayonets piercing flesh.
Yang Ling threw away the empty rifle and held two bayonets in both hands. He ducked sideways to avoid a bayonet coming towards him. His foot slipped and the bayonet in his hand had already penetrated the Japanese soldier's chest.
He grabbed the body of the Japanese soldier who was still alive, blocked three bayonets from coming at him, and kicked one of them over. Before the man could stand up, Liu Yidao chopped off his head smoothly.
The other two people were quickly approached by Yang Ling. The two bayonets in his hands turned into murderous demons. The blade slashed across the neck of a Japanese soldier. The violent surge of blood caused the Japanese soldier to lose his combat effectiveness and collapse to the ground.
Another Japanese soldier screamed and stabbed fiercely. Yang Ling reacted quickly. The bayonet grazed his lower ribs. He grabbed the gun body and yanked suddenly.
The Japanese soldier who used excessive force was unsteady on his feet and leaned forward, bumping into Yang Ling's raised blade. The bayonet stabbed him through, but he still clawed at Yang Ling's face in order to die, and Yang Ling kicked him over.
In the crater, he twitched twice and ran out of breath.
Brutal hand-to-hand combat was carried out on the river beach. The brothers led by Yang Ling were strangled with the Japanese army. Sharp bayonets continued to cut into the flesh, and the sounds of broken bones could be heard one after another.
Both sides smashed with rifle butts, slashed with machetes, and swung their fists. The weapons were in chaos. Some Japanese soldiers picked up machetes and chased the Chinese soldiers to chop, while some Chinese soldiers used Japanese sabers to cause a rain of blood. Both sides used all weapons at their disposal to fight.
fighting.
Some veterans who risked their lives struggled with the Japanese soldiers and rolled in the mud. The military uniforms on both sides could not be seen clearly. One red-eyed Japanese soldier regarded the Chinese veteran as a friendly force and worked together to kill another Japanese soldier.
Before the Japanese soldier could react, he was pinned to the ground and choked by the Chinese veteran. The Japanese soldier struggled desperately, his head was pressed into the mud, and he was eventually suffocated to death.
The machine gun in Yang Dashu's hand had been smashed into a twist, and he opened it wide and opened it and hit the heads of the Japanese soldiers who rushed up. Many of the Japanese soldiers' bones were smashed.
When Yang Ling and others were engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the Japanese troops on the river beach, the Japanese patrol boats and gunboats downstream also broke through the blockade and reached the Xiaguan River.
Seeing the fishing boats and ferries carrying Chinese soldiers and civilians on the river, the Japanese soldiers shouted excitedly and pounced on them with their sharp fangs exposed.
The roaring sound of artillery sounded on the river. In the black smoke and fog, the fishing boats filled with soldiers and civilians turned into balls of fire and were blown to pieces. The river was in chaos for a while. In order to avoid the bombardment of the Japanese gunboats,
Many ships fled upstream, and some collided with each other and sank into the river.
"Brothers! Stop them!" The five torpedo boats of the Chinese army assisting in transportation saw the rampaging Japanese gunboats and rushed towards them without hesitation.
The entire Chinese navy was killed in Jiangyin. These small torpedo boats were the only remaining surface forces of the Chinese navy. At this moment, in order to cover the ferry, they rammed into the Japanese gunboats in a suicide attack.
"Charge!" the Chinese officers and soldiers on the torpedo boats roared and launched a charge. Huge water columns kept rising around them. Some of them were hit by bullets and capsized in the river. However, the remaining speed did not slow down and they knocked over several Japanese soldiers.
A gunboat.
Both the fierce fighting on the water surface and the fierce fighting on the river beach entered a fever pitch. Zhao Wenbin led hundreds of brothers to reinforce and join in the hand-to-hand combat. The two sides fought bloody battles for half an hour, and the Japanese attack was once again contained.
The long-lost sound of artillery rang out, and the heavy artillery shells fell on the river beach with an eardrum-piercing whistle.
Rumble!
The air wave of the explosion swept everything, and in the deafening roar, Yang Ling was thrown high into the air, and then fell heavily into the mud.
His ears were roaring, he couldn't hear anything, and he seemed to be deaf. He saw in the gunpowder smoke, many people on the river beach were blown up to the sky, minced meat fell down with blood, and torn cloth strips were blown away.
Rolling in the waves.
He also saw those brothers covered in blood running in embarrassment during the bombing. He struggled to get up and shouted: "Retreat! Retreat!"
But his voice was soon drowned out by the huge sound of cannons, and he was knocked over by the air wave again. His head was dizzy and he couldn't get up while holding on to the mud.
The people, mules, horses, vehicles and packages on the river beach slowly flew into the sky in the light of the explosion, and then fell in pieces. In the blink of an eye, the crowded river beach was empty.
Battalion Commander Zhao Wenbin rushed to Yang Ling, grabbed his dislocated arm and ran towards the river. A huge reverberation sounded behind them. The mud on the river beach was turned over by the shells, and countless living lives were lost in the explosion.