The railway to Bengbu in the north was not smooth. Japanese planes were freed from Nanjing and began to bomb important facilities such as stations and bridges along the railway. Many places were turned into blackened ruins.
Facing the blown-up railway, Yang Ling and the others had to abandon the car and march to Bengbu along the road. At a dilapidated station, Yang Ling ordered Qin Shou to spend twenty oceans to buy several mules and horses, carrying the supplies they purchased, and let them
Save yourself the pain of marching with heavy loads.
Yang Ling had the idea of training his brothers during this march, but these brothers who broke out from Nanjing all looked disheveled, and their skinny appearance made Yang Ling finally give up the idea of training with weight-bearing marches, and prepared to arrive at the resting place, making all arrangements
Training is in progress.
The two hundred of them crowded among the refugees and headed towards Bengbu. They lived in the open and in the cold all the way. Fortunately, Yang Ling bought a large amount of rice, noodles, bacon and other food in advance, so he saved a little and would not go hungry.
Compared with Yang Ling and others who had made preparations in advance, the refugees were not so lucky. Most of the food in the towns along the way was wiped out, and they had nowhere to buy it if they had money. Most of the time they could only go hungry.
The war created tens of thousands of refugees. These fleeing people were wearing tattered clothes, dragging their families, old people and young children with them to form a mighty fleeing army. In this cold winter month, the further north you go,
The weather is getting as cold as an ice cellar.
The refugees wearing thin cotton-padded clothes were all flushed and shivering from the cold. In this severe cold weather, they used all the warm things they could find.
Ragged clothes, torn cotton wool, straw and reeds were stuffed into the clothes, and finally tied with hemp ropes. The refugees looked bloated, but there was nothing they could do about the severe cold weather.
The refugees fled on different routes. Some went north, some went west. There were wars in North and Central China. The war had burned their homes. They were forced to leave their homes and move to Wuhan, the wartime capital, and to seek refuge with relatives elsewhere.
But in this cold winter weather, it is not easy for the hungry and beleaguered refugees to reach their destination alive. Many people fell down on the roadside while walking and could never get up again.
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In such a difficult time, the conditions were more harsh than imagined. Yang Ling and the others saw along the way that most of the refugees who died on the roadside had their cotton-padded clothes pulled away by the living people, and groups of wild dogs were wandering around with bared teeth.
, there are still pieces of bloody flesh stuck to their teeth...
Local governments are also helpless to deal with this surging refugee population. Where conditions permit, they have set up porridge shacks in many places to provide porridge. However, the clear and bottomless porridge can fill the stomach, and compared with the thousands of people
Refugees, this is simply a drop in the bucket.
The food carried by Yang Ling and his group made the refugees jealous. Liu Yidao was kind enough to give some to the hungry children at first, but when hundreds of hungry people with green eyes came over, he was so bold that he was frightened.
He quickly returned to the team.
These two hundred or so brothers also had nearly a hundred guns. Those hungry refugees did not dare to mess around, but just wandered around them, so Yang Ling and the others had to be more vigilant.
Although Yang Ling also wanted to help them, Yang Ling was helpless when the Ni Bodhisattva was crossing the river and could not save himself. If he gave the refugees food, they might starve to death on the way.
Compared with those local governments that provide soup kitchens, some local officials are worried that the influx of refugees into their jurisdictions will affect the local order, and they have sent countless armed police officers to set up checkpoints to prevent refugees from entering their territories. Many refugees who forced their way in have been arrested.
Many were killed and wounded, adding many more innocent souls to the corpse-strewn escape route.
The sharp sound that pierced the eardrums rang out, and six Japanese aircraft with blood-red plaster flags flying along the road from the south. They looked like ferocious steel monsters, making a heart-stopping roar.
"Japanese plane!"
"Run quickly!"
The crowds of people moving slowly on the road were like boiling water, screaming in fear, running around like headless flies, knocking down and trampling countless people.
On this empty road, Yang Ling and the others were helpless. They could only protect the mules and horses carrying supplies and avoid the swooping and strafing trajectory of Japanese aircraft as much as possible.
The Japanese planes were extremely arrogant and flew past people's heads. They swooped and fired, scaring people into throwing themselves down to avoid them.
The thumb-thick bullets swept out bloody paths of death among the crowd. Spraying blood and broken bodies were staged on the road. Those who were alive and dead were rolled into the wheat fields and soon laid down their bodies.
A piece of blood dyed the soil red, and howls filled the field.
These Japanese aircraft were extremely cunning. When people were frightened and fell to the ground, they slowly began to drop bombs on densely populated areas. The refugees lying on the ground had no time to run away, and they could only be blown up by the violent explosion.
The sky was filled with blood, and broken limbs were everywhere.
Liu Yidao and the others cursed and raised their guns and pulled the triggers to shoot at the Japanese aircraft. However, the Japanese aircraft roared back and forth, and the rifle bullets could not catch up. They could only watch them wreak havoc among the crowd, and finally flew away, leaving behind
There was blood and dead bodies everywhere.
"The little devil must die a good death!"
"I'm the eighteenth generation of the little devil's ancestor!"
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The brothers looked at the black dot of the plane that was getting further and further away and cursed with all the vicious words, but to no avail. The heart-rending voices of those who threw themselves on the corpses and cried heartbreakingly made them feel as if they were about to die, angry and helpless.
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"Help me, bury them."
Chinese people value being buried in their graves. Even though they are buried in a strange foreign land, it is better than being devoured by wild beasts. This is the only thing Yang Ling and the others can do.
The country is extremely poor and weak, and now it is being invaded by a powerful enemy. Although soldiers are fighting bloody battles on the front line, how can their flesh and blood withstand the steel cannons? When the army is defeated, the people also suffer. The Japanese army has brought great harm to the Chinese nation.
Suffering is far more cruel than reality.
Yang Ling and the others traveled all the way and slept in the open. When they arrived in Bengbu, Anhui, they had become inhumane. They were all black and miserable. If it weren't for the rifles in their hands and the relatively neat queue, the security forces in Bengbu would have thought they were
He is a refugee.
"Don't move! Put down the gun!"
Yang Ling and the others were surrounded at a checkpoint south of Bengbu.
The tattered military uniforms they wore had no place to replace them after they broke out from Nanjing. They were stained with blood and soil, and their original appearance could no longer be seen clearly.
Now, in order to keep out the cold, they put on ordinary people's tattered cotton-padded jackets and other small items. In addition, so many people had guns in their hands. The Bengbu security force thought that bandits had come down from the mountain and came over. They were so frightened that they sweated on their foreheads, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
appearance.
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