The railway to Bengbu in the north was not smooth, and Japanese planes freed up their hands from Nanjing and began to bomb various stations and bridges and other important facilities along the railway line, and many places were turned into charred ruins. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Faced with the shattered railway, Yang Ling and the others had to abandon the car and march along the highway to Bengbu, and at a dilapidated station, Yang Ling ordered Qin Shou to spend twenty oceans to buy a few mules and horses, carrying the materials they purchased, so that they could avoid the pain of marching with heavy loads.

Yang Ling had the idea of training the brothers during this march, but these brothers who broke out of Nanjing were all colorful, and their skinny appearance made Yang Ling finally give up the idea of carrying weights for marching training, and prepared to go to the rest place, and everything was arranged for training.

The two hundred of them crowded among the refugees and marched towards Bengbu, sleeping in the open along the way, but fortunately, Yang Ling bought a large amount of rice noodles and bacon and other grains in advance, so that they would not go hungry if they saved a little.

Compared to Yang Ling, who prepared in advance, those refugees were not so lucky, most of the food in the towns along the way was swept away, and there was nowhere to buy money, and most of the time they could only go hungry.

The war created thousands of refugees, these fleeing people wore tattered clothes, dragged their families with their families, and brought the old and the young to form a mighty army of refugees.

The refugees, dressed in thin cotton clothes, shivered with cold, and used everything they could find to keep warm in the bitter cold.

Broken clothes, torn cotton wool, straw and reeds were stuffed into the clothes, and finally tied with hemp rope, the refugees looked bloated, but there was nothing they could do about the bitter cold weather.

The refugees fled by different routes, some to the north and some to the west, and there were wars in North and Central China, where the flames of war had burned their homes, and they were forced to leave their homes and flee to their relatives in the wartime capital, Wuhan, and elsewhere.

However, in this cold winter weather, it is not easy for the hungry refugees to reach their destination alive, and many of them fall to the side of the road while walking, never to get up again.

In such a difficult era, the conditions were more difficult than imagined, Yang Ling and they saw along the way, most of the cotton clothes of those dead refugees on the roadside were pulled away by the living, and packs of wild dogs were wandering with bared teeth, and their teeth were still sticking to the bloody minced meat......

Local governments are also helpless against this surging number of refugees, and where conditions permit, porridge sheds have been opened in many places, but the clear and bottom-out gruel can fill the stomach, and compared with thousands of refugees, this is simply a drop in the bucket.

The food carried by Yang Ling and his party made the refugees red-eyed, and Liu Yidao kindly gave some to those hungry children at first, but when hundreds of hungry people with green eyes poured over, he was so bold that he was so frightened that he hurried back to the team.

Their two hundred brothers still had nearly a hundred guns, and those extremely hungry refugees didn't dare to mess around, but just wandered around them, so that Yang Ling and the others had to be vigilant.

Although Yang Ling also wanted to help them, but in the case that the mud bodhisattva crossed the river and it was difficult to protect himself, Yang Ling was also powerless, if he gave the refugees food, they might starve to death on the way.

Compared with the local governments that give porridge, some local officials are worried that the influx of refugees into their jurisdictions will affect the local order, so they have sent countless armed police officers to set up blockades to prevent refugees from entering their own territory.

The screeching sound of piercing ear drums rang out, and six Japanese planes painted with blood-red plaster flags flew along the road from the south, and they let out a heart-pounding howl like steel monsters.

"Japanese planes!"

"Run!"

The slow-moving crowds of people on the highway boiled like boiling water, screaming in terror, dodging like headless flies, and swooping down and trampling on countless people.

On this empty road, Yang Ling and the others were helpless, so they could only protect the mules and horses carrying supplies, and try their best to avoid the ballistic trajectory of the Japanese plane's dive strafing.

The Japanese planes were so arrogant that they almost grazed people's heads, and they swooped and strafed, frightening people to fall and dodge.

The thumb-thick bullet swept through the crowd and spewed blood and shattered bodies on the road, and those who were alive and dead rolled into the wheat field with their arms, and soon lay in ruins, blood stained the dirt and wailed all over the field.

These Japanese planes were so cunning that when they were so frightened that they fell to the ground, they began to slowly drop bombs on crowded places, and the refugees lying on the ground had time to run, only to be blown up by the violent explosion into a rain of blood, and the stumps were everywhere.

Liu Yidao cursed and raised his gun to pull the trigger and shoot at the Japanese plane, but the Japanese plane roared back and forth, and how could the rifle bullets catch up, they could only watch them wreak havoc in the crowd, and finally pulled up and flew away, leaving blood and dead bodies everywhere.

"Little devils can't die well!"

"I'm fucking the eighteenth generation ancestor of the little devil!"

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The brothers looked at the little black dots of the plane farther and farther away, cursing with all kinds of vicious words, but to no avail, the sound of those falling on the corpses and crying heart-rending made their hearts choked as if they were about to die, angry and helpless.

"Help the handle, bury them."

The Chinese pay attention to entering the soil for safety, although buried in a strange foreign land, it is better than being devoured by those wild beasts, which is the only thing Yang Ling can do.

The country is poor and weak, and now it has encountered the invasion of a strong enemy, although there are soldiers fighting bloody battles on the front line, but how can the flesh and blood resist the steel cannon, the rout of the army, the people also suffer, and the suffering brought by the Japanese army to the Chinese nation is far more cruel than reality.

Yang Ling and they slept all the way, and when they arrived in Bengbu, Anhui Province, they had become inhuman, all of them were dark and black, and if it weren't for the rifles in their hands and the neat queue, the alert troops in Bengbu thought they were refugees.

"Don't move! Put the gun down! ”

Yang Ling was surrounded by groups at a checkpoint south of Bengbu.

The tattered military uniforms on their bodies had nowhere to change since they came back from the Nanjing breakout, they were stained with blood and mud, and they could no longer see the original appearance clearly.

Now, in order to keep out the cold, they are now putting on all kinds of bits and pieces such as the people's torn cotton jackets, and so many people are holding guns in their hands, the Bengbu vigilant troops think that the bandits have come down the mountain and touched it, and they are so frightened that their foreheads sweat, and they look like they are facing a great enemy.

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