The wide river beach was full of devastation, the faces of the people who were crying and screaming were full of despair, some people had a mental breakdown and shouted frantically, and some people knelt on the ground and wept bitterly, except for despair and despair. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The boats on the river were still shuttling back and forth in the rain of bullets, stirring the blood-red water, and the humid air was full of strong bloody gas.

The Japanese planes that had gone and returned changed their targets and bombarded their makeshift sniper positions in Yangling, and the bunkers made of sandbags were flattened in the smoke of gunpowder, and the flipped mud emitted the stench of rotting.

The Japanese infantry seized the opportunity of the bombardment to rush forward again, this time with nearly 2,000 men, their bayonets blazing and shouting slogans to crush the last force of resistance.

Yang Ling and his group of brothers were also red-eyed, and in the face of these hideous and ferocious devil soldiers, they did not take a step back, nor did they dare to retreat, because they knew that their legs could not outrun the bullets, and only by repelling this group of devils could they have a chance to live, otherwise they would all be doomed, so they all gave up their lives.

Captain and company commander Yang Dashu saw the Japanese soldiers rushing over from Wuyangyang, and he didn't care about shooting a spot, so he didn't let go of the trigger, and swept out a fan.

The furious bullets swept across the empty river beach and rushed into the Japanese army like a fierce tiger, and the Japanese soldiers who rushed in front were swept to the ground in pieces as if they were blown by a strong wind.

The Japanese soldiers behind were not intimidated, they still shouted fiercely, stepped on the corpses and continued to pounce upright.

The defenders' weapons were all hailed, and the bullets that flew at great speed tore through the air and sent out piercing ear drums and whistling, popping and embedding into the human body, blood splattering wildly, and the flipped mud gradually changing color.

"Hit!"

"Kill the devil!"

In the midst of the rain of bullets, the brothers of the defenders also roared wildly, pouring the rain of bullets as fast as they could, filling the smoke with gunsmoke and sleeping corpses.

"Kill, change, change!" The Japanese commander bared his teeth and roared, and as soon as his words fell, the stray bullets that flew off shattered his neck, and he fell into the mud.

Yang Ling lay in a smoke-emitting crater, constantly pulling the bolt of the gun to shoot at the Japanese soldiers who rushed over, his marksmanship was good, and more than ten Japanese soldiers had been knocked down by him.

But the number of Japanese troops was too large, their light machine guns, heavy machine guns, grenadiers, and mortars were all pulled up, and they swept towards Yang Ling and their side, and the brothers suffered heavy casualties and were suppressed on the river beach.

Yang Ling glanced back at the people who were still crossing the river behind him, and could only lead the troops to stand up, in anticipation of covering the evacuation of more people.

The Japanese army broke through Yang Ling's firepower network after paying countless casualties, looking at these Japanese soldiers rushing up with bayonets, many brothers who were still putting their guns looked around them, most of their comrades were sacrificed, and the surroundings were empty, they suddenly felt frightened and wanted to turn around and flee for their lives.

"Brethren! Kill the devil! At this time, the company commander Liu Yidao suddenly jumped up from the crater with a captured Japanese saber and rushed out against the Japanese army.

Yang Ling also stood up boldly and shouted: "Kill the devil!"

The exemplary role of the commanders made the brothers who originally wanted to turn around and run to fight suddenly burst into their heads, grabbing bayonets, swords and other weapons like a torrent, and poured towards the devil.

Seeing these Chinese soldiers howling like hungry wolves, the Japanese soldiers were not afraid at all, and they also screamed and pounced, and the two sides collided together on the river beach, roaring and the crisp sound of bayonets entering the flesh continued.

Yang Ling threw away the depleted rifle, held two bayonets in both hands, sideways dodged a bayonet pierced, and the soles of his feet slipped and the bayonets in his hands had stabbed into the chest of the Japanese soldier.

He grabbed the body of the undead Japanese soldier, blocked the three bayonets that burst forward, and kicked over one of them, and before the man could stand up, he was cut off by Liu Yidao, who rushed over.

The other two were quickly approached by Yang Ling, and the two bayonets in his hands turned into killing demons at this moment, and the blades slashed through the neck of a Japanese soldier, and the surging blood made the Japanese lose their combat effectiveness and collapse to the ground.

Another Japanese soldier stabbed and stabbed violently, Yang Ling reacted quickly, the bayonet grazed his lower ribs, he grabbed the body of the gun, and pulled it suddenly.

The Japanese soldier who was too strong was unsteady, leaned forward and hit the blade erected by Yang Ling, and the bayonet pierced him through, but for the sake of death, he still grabbed Yang Ling's face with his teeth and claws, and was kicked over in the crater by Yang Ling, and he lost his breath after two convulsions.

The brutal white-knuckle battle was fought on the river beach, and the brothers led by Yang Ling and the Japanese army were strangled together, the sharp bayonets continued to cut into the flesh, and the sound of broken bones came and went.

The two sides slammed with the butts of their guns, slashed with broadswords, slammed their fists, and the weapons were already in disarray, some Japanese soldiers picked up broadswords and chased after the Chinese soldiers to chop, and some Chinese soldiers used Japanese sabers to set off a rain of blood, and the two sides fought with all the weapons they could use.

Some of the risked veterans scuffled and rolled in the mud with the Japanese soldiers, and the uniforms on both sides could not be seen clearly, and one of the red-eyed Japanese soldiers took the Chinese veterans as friendly soldiers and worked together to kill another Japanese soldier.

Before the Japanese soldier could react, he was pressed to the ground by the Chinese veteran and choked his neck, and the Japanese soldier struggled desperately, his head was pressed into the mud, and he was finally suffocated to death.

The machine gun in Yang Dashu's hand had been smashed into a twisted shape, and it was smashed into the head of the Japanese soldiers who rushed up with a wide opening and closing, and many Japanese soldiers' bones were smashed.

When Yang Ling and the others were engaged in a white-knuckle battle with the Japanese army on the river beach, the Japanese patrol boats and gunboats downstream also broke through the blockade line along the river to the Xiaguan River.

Seeing the fishing boats and ferries carrying Chinese soldiers and civilians on the river, the Japanese soldiers shouted excitedly and pounced with their sharp fangs exposed.

The rumbling sound of artillery rang out on the river, and in the black fog of gunpowder, the fishing boats full of soldiers and civilians turned into a ball of fireball, which was blown to pieces, and the river was extremely chaotic for a while, in order to avoid the bombardment of the Japanese gunboats, many ships fled upstream, and some collided with each other and sank into the river.

"Brethren! Block them! "The five torpedo boats of the Chinese army assisting in the transportation saw the rampage of the Japanese gunboats and rushed forward without hesitation.

The Chinese Navy was all killed in Zhenjiang, and these small torpedo boats were the only remaining surface force of the Chinese Navy, and at this moment, in order to cover the ferry, they crashed into the Japanese gunboats in a suicidal attack.

"Rush!" The Chinese officers and men on the torpedo boats roared and launched a charge, and a huge column of water continued to rise beside them, and some of them were capsized in the river, but the remaining speed did not decrease, and they violently knocked over several Japanese gunboats.

Whether it was a fierce battle on the surface of the water or a fierce battle on the river beach, Zhao Wenbin led hundreds of brothers to reinforce and joined in the white-knuckle battle, and the two sides fought for half an hour, and the Japanese attack was once again contained.

The long-lost cannon sounded, and the heavy artillery shells fell on the river beach with the whistling sound of piercing ear drums.

Thundered!

The blast swept through everything, and in a deafening roar, Yang Ling was thrown high into the air, and then fell heavily into the mud.

His ears were roaring, he could not hear anything, he seemed to be deaf, and he saw that in the smoke of gunpowder, many people on the river beach were blown up to the sky, shredded flesh fell with blood, and strips of broken cloth rolled in the air waves.

He also saw the bloodied brothers running in the midst of the bombardment, and he struggled to get up and shouted, "Retreat!" Fall back! ”

But his voice was soon drowned out by the loud sound of cannons, and he was once again swept away by the waves, and his head was dizzy, and he could not get up from scratching at the mud.

The people, mules, horses, vehicles and parcels on the river beach flew slowly into the sky in the light of the explosion, and then fell in pieces, and in an instant, the crowded river beach was empty.

Battalion commander Zhao Wenbin ran to Yang Ling, grabbed his dislocated arm and ran towards the river, a huge reverberation sounded behind them, the mud on the river beach was flipped over by shells, and countless fresh lives disappeared without a trace in the explosion.