The blood of the Anti-Japanese War stained the mountains and rivers

The living and the dead rolled together into the icy cold river, and soon the river was dyed blood red.

Dozens of Japanese soldiers were killing and chasing wantonly among the crowd like wolves into a flock of sheep, laughing horribly.

Wang Huzi led a large group of brothers to defend the area two miles away, and suddenly heard the gunshot, and immediately led the brothers to charge over with guns.

But the fleeing crowd panicked, and soon rushed Wang Huzi and his group of brothers to pieces, and Wang Huzi cursed loudly in anger.

Yang Ling also heard the fierce gunshots on the river beach, and had a premonition that something was wrong, so he personally led more than 200 brothers to rush to reinforce Wang Huzi and the others.

At this moment, the river beach was like boiling hot oil suddenly entering the water, and suddenly exploded. Panic spread rapidly among the crowd. Bayonets chase the people.

Yang Ling was furious, pulled the bolt of the gun against his shoulder, and fired at a screaming devil soldier with a bang. The bullet sank between the devil's eyebrows, making the devil behind him stunned.

Seeing the hundreds of Chinese soldiers rushing over, these Japanese soldiers who had run out of bullets felt guilty, and retreated hastily under the order of the officer.

Yang Ling would let the group of executioners go, leading hundreds of murderous brothers to charge and shoot at the same time, beating these ghost soldiers to cry for their father and mother, hating their parents for missing two legs.

The Japanese soldiers who Fangcai was still showing off on the river beach and wantonly killed were chased by Yang Ling and the others in a panic and fled in a flash, which shocked the people who were still in shock. Are these devil soldiers also afraid?

Yang Ling didn't think too much about it. He just chased and beat these devils, trying to kill them all.

The devils were chased so hard that they crashed into the place where the 51st Division was crossing the river. Sun Dahe, the captain and company commander of the 51th Regiment of the 305st Division, saw a group of devils running over suddenly, and immediately ordered to open fire.

Under the siege and interception of both sides, this group of devils had no choice but to charge with bayonets, trying to kill a bloody path.

"Da da da--"

Angry Yang Ling and the others didn't bother to bayonet the little devils, they opened fire violently with machine guns, beating these devils until they wailed, and they all fell into a pool of blood before stopping.

"Damn it! I'm going to make you crazy!"

This group of devils killed many civilians, and the bloody soldiers were not polite to those devils who were injured and survived. Dozens of bayonets were stabbed one by one, until all the devils were turned into blood gourds, and then they were all thrown into the river. to feed the fish.

Such a small group of devils rushed to the river bank, which made Yang Ling realize that something was wrong, and the gunshots in the city were also taunted. He hurriedly sent someone to inquire about General Xiao Shanling who led the military police and police to cover the crossing of the river.

The person who went to inquire about the news soon ran back and reported the news of a thunderbolt to Yang Ling.

"Officer Xiao and the brothers from the gendarmerie have all died. There are still dozens of police brothers resisting near the city gate. It is estimated that they will not be able to hold back for long."

This shocking news stunned the brothers around him, Xiao Shanling was a dignified general, with a high position and power, why did he sacrifice himself.

Yang Ling's heart was extremely heavy. The country was ruined and the family was ruined. Even the general died in the country's disaster. How could they stand by and watch.

"Brothers! Chief Xiao and the brothers of the gendarmerie sacrificed gloriously. They shed the last drop of blood to resist the Japanese devils! They sacrificed, it's our turn!"

"Kill the devil!"

"Kill the devil!"

There was a tsunami-like sound wave on the river beach, and the death of Xiao Shanling aroused the anger in the hearts of the brothers.

They have been cursing and blaming those officers for abandoning them, but Xiao Shanling did not abandon them, but died in order to cover them crossing the river. This moved them and was full of anger towards the Japanese army.

After Yang Ling assigned the command of crossing the river to Zhao Wenbin, the battalion commander, he personally led the improvised broken soldiers to the city gate, preparing to replace the fallen General Xiao Shanling and cover the people crossing the river.

At the mottled city gate, dozens of policemen who had run out of ammunition and were covered in blood were forced under the city wall. In front of them were countless ferocious Japanese soldiers.

"Kill!" The white shirt of the Japanese army major was already stained with blood. In this dilapidated block, he lost more than 300 elite soldiers. This made him angry, and he wanted to use the blood of the Chinese to pay homage to those dead soldiers.

"Boom-boom-boom-"

The Japanese soldiers raised their guns one after another, and fired at the Nanjing policemen who were forced under the city wall. Flames spewed out from the muzzles of the guns, and the bullets sank into their bodies.

These police officers who resisted to the end kept wailing and slipped to the ground, and soon they all fell into a pool of blood. From the beginning to the end, none of them surrendered, just like their acting chief of police, General Xiao Shanling, faced The enemy's muzzle, generous sacrifice.

"Kill!"

When the Japanese soldiers shot and killed the policemen and were going to check whether there were any survivors, suddenly there were loud slogans in the darkness.

Countless figures trampled on the rubble and ruins, leaped over the charred corpses, and charged towards the Japanese army.

The soldiers rushing to the front waved their arms as they ran, throwing countless grenades.

Rumbling—violent explosions rang out on the street, and countless Japanese soldiers who hadn't reacted were blown to pieces and flew into the sky.

"Baga! Road!" The Japanese army commander was cut across the face by the exploding fragments flying at a high speed, and a bloody gash appeared immediately. He saw countless figures rushing towards him in the darkness, brandishing his saber and ordering an attack.

More than 700 Japanese soldiers rushed over screaming, and collided with Yang Ling and the others, like two trains speeding at high speed. At the moment of collision, the bones of the people in the front row were broken, blood was vomited from the mouth, and bayonets were puffing. stabbing into each other's chests.

Body 3 Chapter [-] Bloody Dawn

The day dawned quickly, and the morning light passed through the diffuse river mist, and the river surface was glowing red, and the icy waves beat against the river beach, washing dead bodies into the river one after another, and the river surface was full of corpses, blood-red.

The thick black smoke column in Nanjing rose up and dissipated in the mid-air. It was the lingering smoke of countless burning buildings. The burning ashes floated up with the morning wind and fell 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 guns from the city was getting closer and closer. Desperation and panic shrouded everyone's heart.

Zhao Wenbin, the interim commander across the river who had been busy all night, had bloodshot eyes. 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 rout soldiers led by Yang Ling are still blocking the rushing Japanese army near the city gate. They have been fighting bloody night, and everyone who is still alive has been hanged. The Japanese army has never been able to break through their line of defense, but they The defense is getting harder and harder.

In the middle of the night, three dilapidated gendarmerie regiments led by General Xiao Shanling, the mayor of Nanjing, fought bloody battles with thousands of policemen for five hours, and all were killed in battle.

At first, Yang Ling heard that General Xiao Shanling had such a powerful force that he should be able to hold out until dawn, so he gathered a limited force to maintain order on the river beach and did not go to support him. However, he underestimated the madness of the Japanese army, so that Xiao Shanling The generals realized the seriousness of the matter only after they were all killed.

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 Tang Shengzhi would be captured by them. They would win a complete victory Occupy Nanjing with a gesture and force China to surrender.

But they miscalculated, the commanders of the garrison fled, and the soldiers and civilians in Nanjing were also evacuating from Xiaguan. common people.

Yang Ling and the others were exhausted from fighting in the dark night. Seeing the Japanese army being retreated by them again, the surviving brothers couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed in the pile of corpses, breathing greedily.

The humid air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the brothers who breathed heavily inhaled the moist smell of blood into their lungs, feeling extremely uncomfortable, and someone coughed violently.

The two sides fought all night in the streets and alleys piled up with dead bodies, but they didn't feel anything. Now that it's dawn, they can finally see the battlefield clearly. Even the veterans who have experienced many battles are pale at this moment. Bing vomited unbearably until all the yellow water in his stomach came out, leaving only retching.

The blood-stained legs and feet were piled up layer by layer. Whether it was ruins or blood-sucked streets, they were filled with dead bodies, like a thick layer of cushions. The blood that flowed out had solidified and turned dark red. If you step on it, the whole shoe will be soaked with blood and become wet.

Yang Ling and the others who came up as reinforcements killed two-thirds of them in a night of fierce fighting, but the Japanese army also did not get any advantage. The headless body of the Japanese army major was lying in a puddle of blood, and it was used by two brothers who were dying. The last remaining force hacked.

Medical soldier Xizi was leading his dozen or so student soldiers who had become monks on the way, busy among the corpses, rescuing the wounded soldiers who were still breathing.

Xizi, a medical soldier who always advocated saving lives and healing the wounded, didn't care about it at this moment, and when he encountered those wounded Japanese soldiers who were still panting, he also made up for it mercilessly.

The shrill whistle echoed in the city of Nanjing, and the bloodied Japanese soldiers ran along the streets, screaming for help: "There are Chinese troops by the river! There are Chinese soldiers by the river!"

When the various Japanese troops who were killing and raiding in the city heard this, they rushed from everywhere in the direction of Xiaguan like wolves smelling fishy smell.

The brigade of Japanese troops ran through the ruined streets in a row. The streets were trampled loudly, and countless smoke and dust were billowed up. Blood-red plaster flags were flying in the blood-red city.