"Brother, don't get me wrong, don't get me wrong, we are the troops that broke out from Nanjing."
Facing the dark muzzle of the security force's guns, Yang Ling was worried that the gun might go off, so he hurriedly pushed through the crowd and stepped forward to explain.
The captain at the head of the checkpoint still did not put down the rifle in his hand. He looked up and down at Yang Ling warily. He saw that Yang Ling was wearing a commoner's cotton-padded jacket. Although he was dusty, he looked a bit like a soldier when he stood there.
"Do you have proof?"
Yang Ling took out the officer's ID card he had obtained in Nanjing from his pocket and handed it to the captain and company commander.
The captain and company commander took over and carefully inspected the situation. He confirmed that Yang Ling and the others were breaking out from Nanjing to fight the troops, and that they were also a lieutenant colonel and battalion commander, so his attitude softened.
The company commander waved to those around him: "It's our brothers. Put your guns away."
"Sir Yang, this is my duty. Please forgive me for offending me." The captain politely handed his officer's ID back to Yang Ling and saluted him.
Yang Ling didn't care at all. There was war and chaos everywhere, the world was not peaceful, bandits were rising, and Japanese spies were pervasive. What this company commander did was his duty, so how could Yang Ling blame him?
"Brother, could you please tell me how to get to the shelter of the 74th Army?" Yang Ling asked the company commander.
"Sir Yang, you go straight along this road, and when you enter the city, turn left and take the second street." This company commander was a warm-hearted person. When he saw that Yang Ling and the others had just arrived and were not familiar with the situation in Bengbu, he immediately told the truth.
"Thank you very much."
Yang Ling thanked the company commander and led his brothers over the gap in the fence towards Bengbu City.
At this time, Bengbu was not considered a big city. The low city walls looked slightly dilapidated, and large low houses were scattered throughout. The troops who had retreated to Bengbu for rest were stationed here, and it turned into a large military camp.
Away from the smoke of war, the calm atmosphere in Bengbu made the brothers relax. Seeing the layers of barbed wire trenches outside the city and the two-linked anti-aircraft machine guns with dim light, they felt an unprecedented sense of stepping on the ground.
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The fall of the capital Nanjing cut off communication with the outside world and the defeated soldiers were extremely desperate. Many people thought that the country was about to be subjugated. However, when they saw uniformed patrols walking through the streets and saw those sophisticated weapons, the place was in good order.
, hope was rekindled in their hearts that China would not perish.
A large number of troops poured into Bengbu City, and the local vendors were also extremely active, with all kinds of shouts and shouts, and the new gadgets were dazzling.
Yang Ling and others who broke out from the smoke-filled battle in Nanjing felt like they were in two different worlds when they arrived here. The battlefields filled with bullets and bullets seemed to have gone far away.
These brothers who had narrowly escaped death all relaxed. They looked around, but they were helpless and could only look at the fragrant steamed buns that were already making people salivate...
Qin Shou tightly covered his pocket with silver coins. There were only more than 20 silver coins left there. He was afraid that the thief would steal them.
"Old Qin, look over there." Liu Yidao looked around, and suddenly saw women wearing cotton-padded jackets standing in front of the door of a three-story building. He couldn't move his eyes away anymore and bumped him with his elbow.
Qin Shou took a moment.
Qin Shou looked in the direction of Liu Yidao's finger. There were five or six women with heavy makeup standing there. Although they were wearing old cotton-padded jackets, they still couldn't hide their graceful figures. Qin Shou's mouth went dry.
"This woman is much prettier than our pimples. You can pinch her face with water." Qin Shou stared directly at the other person's chest and murmured to himself, almost drooling.
Most of the other fighting brothers also noticed these women, and they all knew what was going on. They were fighting to the death on the battlefield, and when they suddenly saw these women, their eyes gleamed like hungry wolves.
"Boss, you're tired from walking. Come in and have a rest." These women looked at Liu Yidao and the others, who were soldiers in tattered clothes, but they didn't dislike them and started to greet them.
"It's really obscene..." When Zhang Hongying saw these charming women, she naturally knew what they did for a living, so she blushed and turned away.
Yang Ling has no particular prejudice against these women. In this era when people can starve to death, it is not easy for these women. Moreover, during the national war, they have also taken to the streets to cheer and use their bodies to raise money for the front line.
There are a lot of wars, and everyone is suffering.
"You are not allowed to go, or I...I will ignore you."
Zhang Hongying saw Yang Ling looking over there, fearing that Yang Ling would be like his brothers and waste money on these slave girls, so she grabbed Yang Ling's arm and said.
Yang Ling hit her on the head and said with a smile: "What are you thinking, am I that kind of person?"
"Let's go, don't embarrass yourself here." Seeing those brothers who couldn't walk when they saw Sister Yao, Yang Ling had to urge him.
These soldiers fight with their heads tied to their trousers and cannot go home all year round. Therefore, most of them are old bachelors. They are killed by stray bullets on the battlefield at any time. Therefore, most of their military salaries are paid by these liquor vendors.
Sister Heyao was out of pocket, but Yang Ling had no choice but to do it anyway.
Under Yang Ling's urging, these brothers who were ready to move reluctantly looked away from the kiln ladies.
"I'll come over when I get my military pay." Many brothers looked back from time to time, and company commander Liu Yidao murmured to himself.
Although Bengbu City is far away from the battlefield, you can still feel the strong atmosphere of war here.
Soldiers carrying guns were wandering in small groups on the streets, and the chairman's speech was played on the loudspeaker of the radio.
"The land does not distinguish between north and south, and people regardless of age or age. No matter who they are, they all have the responsibility to defend the land and resist the war, and they are all determined to sacrifice everything. Only by sacrificing to the end and resisting to the end, and only with the determination of sacrifice, can we win the final victory!…
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This speech seemed to have a magical power, rekindling the fighting spirit of these brothers who had escaped from death.
All over the city were only banners and notices with large calligraphy characters, filled with inspiring slogans such as defeating Japanese imperialism and not becoming a slave to the country's subjugation.
Those young and beautiful female students also stood on the simple platform, raising their arms and shouting for resistance to Japan and national salvation. Various groups fighting against Japan and national salvation also responded loudly below. This enthusiastic anti-Japanese atmosphere made Yang Ling's heart
With comfort, the Chinese people are awakening, and more people will stand up and join the ranks of the war of resistance. This victory will eventually belong to the Chinese nation.