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

Waiting like this was not an option. While arranging for the rescue of the wounded soldiers who had crossed the river to move to the rear along the railway, Shunzi sent people to Pukou Town to inquire about Yang Ling and the others.

Standing on the dilapidated steps, Zhang Hongying looked at the direction of Nanjing filled with gunpowder, feeling empty and without any sense of security in her heart, worrying about Yang Ling's safety.

When Yang Ling rescued her from the brutal Japanese army, she could no longer hold anyone else in her heart. No matter how dangerous the environment was, Yang Ling could always shield her from the wind and rain like a mountain. Yang Ling had become the center of her heart. A hero of the world, and now that Yang Ling's life and death are unknown, her heart is also hanging.

The rout soldiers who fled from the direction of Pukou Town in twos and threes, these rout soldiers were listless and embarrassed, they seemed to have lost their souls, and many of them ran for their lives in a hurry to the rear with empty hands.

"Excuse me, have you seen Battalion Commander Yang Ling?" Every time Zhang Hongying saw a rout approaching, she hurried forward to stop them and ask about Yang Ling's news.

"Battalion Commander Yang hasn't crossed the river yet, and he is leading people to stop the devils."

Yang Ling used countless boats to rescue people. Although he was only a low-ranking officer at the battalion commander level, everyone who survived across the river was grateful to Yang Ling and knew everything about Zhang Hongying's inquiries.

"The devils fired at the river beach, and most of the people who stayed in the river beach were killed."

"The devil's gunboat sank many boats crossing the river. I'm afraid Battalion Commander Yang has died for the country..."

The news brought back by these rout soldiers who escaped was messy, but without exception, it was all bad news. Zhang Hongying's heart gradually sank to the bottom, but he still didn't believe that Yang Ling was killed just like that, and he was still waiting stubbornly. .

"Sir Yang is a good guy. I wouldn't be able to cross the river without him. Alas, it's a pity for such a good officer."

After the rout soldier finished speaking, he shook his head regretfully and continued walking, leaving Zhang Hongying who was in a daze still standing in the cold wind.

Zhang Hongying waited from night until dawn, and then at noon, the number of routs who escaped from Nanjing became less and less, and finally the road became empty, and no routs came over again. Zhang Hongying wanted to go to the riverside to find Yang Ling, but was forced to son stopped.

"Miss Zhang, the riverside is dangerous, so you can't go." Shunzi led several guerrilla battalion veterans to stop Zhang Hongying from going back.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way..."

Zhang Hongying tore and shoved Shunzi and the others who stopped her, but she was a weak and tired woman and rushed past, even though she cried and shouted at Shunzi, they just wouldn't let her go back to take risks.

Zhang Hongying knelt down in pain, hugged her head and wailed loudly, which made Shunzi and the others feel heavy. They didn't believe that such a good officer would sacrifice like this, but they hadn't escaped yet, and the hope of surviving was already very slim. Willing to admit it, but facts speak louder than words.

"Let's take Miss Zhang away." Shunzi waved helplessly to the veterans around, preparing to take Zhang Hongying to continue the transfer.

At this moment, a guard sentry suddenly pointed to the railway line and shouted in surprise: "The battalion commander and the others are back, they are back!"

Shunzi and the others turned around and looked towards the south. A large group of soldiers in tattered military uniforms were trotting towards this side. A large group of familiar figures were among them, including Yang Ling.

"Miss Zhang, Battalion Commander and the others are not dead, they are not dead!" Shunzi also shouted excitedly.

Zhang Hongying had tears in her eyes, looked up at Yang Ling who was walking over with firm steps, the haze and worries in her heart were swept away, and she stood there crying with joy, and the tears fell down again.

"Shunzi, what the hell is going on with you, who made Miss Zhang cry?" Wang Huzi saw Zhang Hongying wiping tears from a distance, and loudly questioned Shunzi and the others standing aside.

Shunzi suddenly complained in his heart, and hurriedly explained: "Company commander, don't wrong me, this is really none of our business."

Yang Ling also walked up to Zhang Hongying, and when she saw Zhang Hongying crying into a big face, she suddenly felt pity, reached out and wiped the tears on her face, and said: "If you cry again, you will become a big tabby cat, everyone see It's a joke."

"You still say." Zhang Hongying was embarrassed by Yang Ling's teasing, her face was shy, and she beat Yang Ling's broad chest.

When the brothers around saw this scene, some people booed and laughed.

At this moment, Zhang Hongying didn't care about so many people watching around, so she buried her head in Yang Ling's arms. After going through life and death, the two finally broke through the ambiguous relationship. Yang Ling also reached out and hugged the tired Zhang Hongying, willing to give Her broad shoulders shield her from the wind and rain and keep her safe.

The brothers around them narrowly escaped death. Seeing this scene, they were all envious. Thinking of the long-awaited family members in the distance, a strong sense of homesickness arises spontaneously.

"My Battalion Commander Yang, if you keep hugging like this, the little devil will catch up." Battalion Commander Zhao Wenbin looked at the two hugging enviously, and came over to remind him kindly.

Yang Ling and Zhang Hongying let go and looked at each other. Although there were no bold words, their affection for each other was tacit.

Yang Ling and Zhang Hongying revealed that the ambiguous relationship was just a small episode after they narrowly escaped death. Given that a large number of Japanese soldiers from the Kunisaki Detachment of the Japanese Army had already rushed towards Pukou, they did not stay too long and immediately evacuated along the railway line. .

After breaking through, Yang Ling and the others were in a panic. Most of their equipment was thrown on the other side of the river. There were only 300 guns left among the more than 100 rout soldiers gathered. The bullets were even more pitiful, and their morale was low, so they did not dare to fight Japanese contact.

In this era, the means of communication are backward. After breaking out of the siege, the eyes are darkened. I don’t know where the troops who rushed out retreated, and I don’t know where the Japanese chasing troops are. I can only keep my head down and keep walking, trying to stay away from Nanjing, a city that has fallen into hell. .

Main text Chapter 323 Straighten your chest!

The mountains and rivers were broken and devastated, and the gates of the villages and towns along the railway from Pukou to Chuzhou were locked.

The cold wind passed by, and the broken newspapers discarded on the road were blown up by the wind and made a rattling sound, adding to the desolate and desolate scene.

"Damn it, there's no one."

The company commander Qin Shou led people to search around the dilapidated village, but couldn't find even a ghost. Looking at the empty village, he couldn't help cursing.

A brother looked at the house with the closed door and frowned: "Commander, what should we do? Everyone has run away, let's go there to get food?"

Qin Shou looked at the hungry brothers around him, gritted his teeth and said, "Break down the door to find food, how can a living person be suffocated to death by urine?"

"But there are regulations, you can't trespass into private houses..." The military discipline is strict, and this brother hesitated. Although he was a soldier, he was still a simple commoner in his bones.

"This is a war. If we don't take it, the little devil will come to take it. We can't take advantage of the little devil." Qin Shou gave himself a natural reason.

Driven by this reason, the restlessness in the hearts of the brothers was eliminated. For the hungry stomach, they began to smash windows and doors, looking for food everywhere.

Qin Shou was very familiar with this matter, searching every corner and under the water tank one by one, which really allowed him to find a lot of food such as rice and bacon that were hidden by the common people.

When Yang Ling and the others broke out from Nanjing, many of them lost their guns, let alone brought food, but if they didn't eat, they would have no strength, so how could they march.

Yang Ling didn't stop Qin Shou's actions. Those ordinary people fled, and this area will soon be occupied by the Japanese army. Besides, they are hungry now, and they don't care about anything in order to survive.

Compared with the other broken soldiers who fled in all directions, Yang Ling and the others who broke out from Nanjing were at least under the command of officers, so they wouldn't be like headless chickens with nowhere to go.

After discussing with Zhao Wenbin, Yang Ling and Zhao Wenbin decided to go along the railway to Chuzhou, the nearest place, to look for troops to inquire about the news, and then decide on the next move.

But in this era of backward transportation, it is not easy to walk to the nearest city Chuzhou on two feet, not to mention that they are carrying a large number of wounded soldiers.

Even those brethren who were only wounded had a hard time. Many of them were evacuated from the flesh and blood battlefield in Shanghai to Nanjing. It's almost falling apart.

The brothers were not only physically and mentally exhausted, but also the shortage of food and low morale bothered them. As the commander of this army, Yang Ling had to work hard to solve the food problem and morale problem to encourage these brothers.

Although Yang Ling tried his best, the deserter problem he was most worried about finally appeared.

Qin Shou and his men were setting up a cauldron to cook at the temporary shelter, while Zhang Hongying and the medical soldier Xizi were busy taking care of the wounded. The brothers who were fine were also listless and lying around, hungry and exhausted.

Just as Yang Ling and Zhao Wenbin were discussing how to solve the morale problem, Liu Yidao, who was in charge of the perimeter security, strode back, with several disgraced soldiers behind him.

Seeing the brothers who were brought over by guns, Yang Ling frowned and stood up: "One knife, what's going on?"

"I caught a few cowards who were greedy for life and afraid of death. They wanted to run away, but I caught them back."

Liu Yidao cast a contemptuous look at those deserters. Deserters have always been synonymous with shame. As a company-level officer, he naturally hated deserters.

"Battalion Commander, how do we deal with them?" Liu Yidao raised his head and asked Yang Ling.

These brothers had all fought against the devils on the battlefield. Now that Nanjing was defeated, they became discouraged and became deserters. This is human nature. Yang Ling also understands them. The brother was chilled, and when he was thinking about how to deal with it properly, Zhao Wenbin, who was standing aside, spoke.