Notices for the containment of various troops were posted everywhere in Chuzhou City. Half of the broken troops gathered by Yang Ling and the others returned to the army according to the instructions.
Yang Ling did not forcefully keep these brothers who were about to be separated soon, but sent them off with a smile. This moved them greatly and thanked Yang Ling for taking care of him along the way.
In just four months, two bloody battles in Shanghai and Nanjing wiped out many of the elite National Revolutionary Army units. The officers were very jealous of these surviving veterans and wished they could all keep their own troops.
But Yang Ling knew that the forced melons were not sweet, so he sent away those who wanted to leave as brothers, which greatly puzzled the battalion commander Zhao Wenbin.
"Brother Yang, these are all veterans who came under a hail of bullets. How can you bear to let them go?"
Yang Ling smiled and said: "It's not sweet to force yourself to stay. Instead of forcing yourself to stay, it's better to have multiple friends and multiple paths. We have formed a good relationship with them. They can help us when we are in trouble in the future."
Zhao Wenbin sighed: "That's all a matter of the Year of the Monkey."
Liu Yidao walked around the streets of Chuzhou City for a long time, and finally came back dejectedly: "Battalion Commander, we didn't find any notice of the containment of our troops."
Yang Ling's guerrilla camp originally belonged directly to Liu Xing's Jiangfang Group, but later it was under the jurisdiction of the Nanjing Garrison Commander's Department. Now they don't know where the officers are. They have become motherless children and can only take one step at a time.
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"Let's find a place to stay first and let the brothers have a good rest."
After fighting bloody battles all the way from Shanghai to Nanjing, Yang Ling and the others barely took a breath. It was a great luck to be able to reach Chuzhou alive now. Since they could not find a home for a while, Yang Ling was not worried and ordered Qin Shou to find a place to live.
The entire Chuzhou city was crowded with refugees and broken troops. Yang Ling and the others arrived late. In the end, they only spent ten yuan to let local residents free up two large yards in the south of the city. Only then did the two hundred brothers who stayed find a place to stay.
Place.
The wounded soldiers who had been rescued were sent to the First Military Hospital in a group. As for the subsequent treatment, it was none of their business.
The brothers have been fighting the Japanese army with high spirits, and no one dared to be careless with their heads tied to their waistbands. Now that they have arrived at Chuzhou City in the First Army Security Area, the tight string in their heads has finally been loosened.
The brothers who had loosened their strings were like rotten meat after being pulled out by cramps. They just found a place and fell asleep. Yang Ling was too lazy to set up a guard post. It was still safe here.
Yang Ling also fell down tiredly and fell asleep. This sleep was really dark, and countless nightmares came one after another. Those blood-soaked brothers were beaten, and those ferocious Japs were shown back and forth, just like showing a black and white movie.
Yang Ling was sweating profusely.
When Yang Ling woke up, it was already noon the next day. The winter sun slowly climbed into the sky without knowing when. Although it was bright, the air was still cold.
"Did you have a nightmare?"
Zhang Hongying sat in front of Yang Ling's bed. After cleaning, her fair face returned to her face. Her voice was still clear and gentle, making Yang Ling feel like she was alive again.
Yang Ling sat up and nodded, looking at Zhang Hongying whose eyes were full of tenderness, and asked with concern: "Aren't you asleep?"
Zhang Hongying stood up and said with a smile: "I woke up a little earlier than you. Get up quickly. I have boiled hot water for you. Take a bath first."
After being reminded by Zhang Hongying, Yang Ling realized that the worn-out military uniform he was wearing already had a sour smell. He wouldn't have noticed it even if he was rolling around on the battlefield, but at this moment he was incompatible with this environment.
Yang Ling took a comfortable hot bath, washed away the blood and dirt all over his body, put on clean common people's clothes, and became refreshed again.
"Don't you think Miss Zhang will fall in love with our battalion commander?"
Qin Shou lay lazily on the Taishi chair and basked in the sun. He watched Zhang Hongying busy boiling water for Yang Ling and looking for clothes. He was so busy that he asked curiously.
"Then you don't have to ask. Our battalion commander is so talented. Does the little girl like it when she sees it?" Liu Yidao also followed suit.
The old smoker was still wearing his shabby military uniform, leaning against a pillar and smoking a dry cigarette. Looking at the busy Zhang Hongying, he secretly sighed at Yang Ling's good fortune.
Qin Shou said enviously: "After the war is over, I will ask Miss Zhang to introduce me to a good-looking female medical soldier, and then she will marry him and give birth to a bunch of fat boys."
Liu Yidao burst out laughing: "Old Qin, you are a pig, and there are a lot of them. How can those delicate female medical soldiers fall in love with such a big and thick guy like you? Stop daydreaming."
Wang Huzi also moved aside: "Old Qin, let's leave the money to those Yao sisters. Maybe one day they will be glorious, and they will be happy every day."
"Go away, you are a bunch of short-sighted guys, why don't you just leave them in your thoughts?"
"Hahaha, you are a toad trying to eat swan meat." The brothers burst into laughter.
These brothers who had narrowly escaped death became energetic again after a good sleep, as if they had never experienced the bloody battle filled with bullets.
These veterans of many battles recovered very quickly, and they had completely forgotten what happened on the battlefield. After fighting for so many years, they no longer cared about those things. Being able to survive is better than anything else.
Wang Zikun, a student soldier who had just joined the battlefield for the first time during the Battle of Nanjing, sat alone against the wall, listening to the veterans talking and laughing all over the world, saying nothing, and still feeling sad in his heart.
Only a dozen of his classmates who joined the army with him survived the battle. The cruelty of the war was torturing this young student who was dedicated to serving his country.
Yang Ling packed everything and asked Qin Shou to use the money they saved from the camp to buy rice and some pork on the street and come back to cook a good meal for the brothers.
Although the guerrilla camp was not established for a long time, it fought a lot of battles and captured a lot of money. The money exchanged was all given to Qin Shou, a money man, for safekeeping, and became a small treasury in the camp. After all, it only relied on the little money distributed by the superiors.
Those things might have starved to death long ago.
Yang Ling sent people to the streets to inquire about the headquarters of the garrison commander. Although he knew that Nanjing had been defeated, the garrison headquarters must be abolished and merged into the third theater.
Yang Ling and his guerrilla battalion are directly under the headquarters of the garrison commander. Now that they have been disabled, they will most likely be annexed by other troops if they are placed in the third theater. Once they are drawn to the battlefield again, they will most likely become cannon fodder on the battlefield.
Being cannon fodder was not what Yang Ling wanted to see, so he had to find a way in advance for the future of the guerrilla camp and strive to rely on a larger backer.
The commanders and commanders who had evacuated to Chuzhou had already left one after another. Yang Ling and the others only found the person in charge of the temporary containment of the defeated troops in Chuzhou City.
The person in charge of containing the broken soldiers was none other than Liu Ming, an old acquaintance of Yang Ling. It was very embarrassing for the two of them to meet in such a scene.
"It's good to be able to come back alive." Liu Ming was very happy to see Yang Ling safe and sound.
Yang Ling also expressed her gratitude to Liu Ming for his help: "I have to thank Brother Liu for asking Jiao Chaoming to convey the order specifically, otherwise we would not be able to cross the river alive."
When Liu Ming heard Yang Ling mention this, he kept sighing: "The retreat was too hasty. Many troops and agencies were blocked in Nanjing. I don't know what happened to them. Alas, this is the dereliction of duty of our headquarters...
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"With the Japs' ferocity, I'm afraid they are more likely to be in trouble than in danger." Yang Ling finally told the truth in a subtle way.
"Oh, this has really become a sinner of the nation."
"Brother Liu is not responsible for this matter. You did your best."
The two of them sighed at each other, lamenting the final defeat in the Battle of Nanjing, but things had already happened, and no matter how much they sighed, it was useless.
"How many people from your army have come?"
"There are still more than a hundred old brothers left. We have gathered some brothers from other troops along the way. Now there are still more than two hundred people, but we have nowhere to go."