The howitzers and cannons in the Jiangyin fortress stopped roaring, and under the orders of officers at all levels, the artillerymen stuffed bombs and explosives into the hot barrels, and wept as they stopped. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Sir, there will be no artillery after this, what kind of artillery are we still having?" There are artillerymen with choked voices, demanding not to blow up the beloved artillery.

The artillery officers with straight faces looked sad, but they still tried to maintain their majesty, jumped on the cement platform and shouted: "Whoever said that if there is no artillery, it is not artillery!" Listen to me, we have been Chinese artillerymen all our lives! Memorize everything you've learned! Save it for revenge when there is a cannon in the future! ”

The officer's hoarse voice echoed in the fortress battery, full of unwillingness and anger, but so many heavy artillery could not be taken away at all, so they could only grit their teeth and blow them up.

"Listen to me! Bomb the cannon! Seeing that the fierce gunfire had approached the county seat of Jiangyin, the officer gave a strict order to the reluctant soldiers.

The artillery brothers used these fortress guns to block the river, so that the devil warships did not dare to cross the thunder pond for several months, and now these meritorious guns are about to be blown up.

As an artilleryman, these cannons are their second life, caressing the cannons that have accompanied countless days and nights, and many brothers are crying and crying, and the bombardment is their life.

The officer in charge of the explosives personally jumped off the cement and took out a match to light the fuse of the explosive pack, and with a loud bang, a 150-millimeter heavy gun was immediately blown away.

"Ignition!" The officer was disgraced and roared at the hesitant artillerymen.

Rumbling explosions rang out in the various forts, accompanied by fireworks, and these fortress guns that had made countless achievements were destroyed in the explosion.

"Sir, there are more than a dozen brothers in the third battalion who have blown up along with their artillery." There were soldiers with sad faces who reported to the officers.

The officer paused for a moment, then cursed the bastard fiercely, he was willing to die with his body, but it was too late to say anything, the officer looked at the blazing fortress and gave the order to retreat, and at the moment of turning, no one saw the tears flashing in the corners of his eyes.

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Although Liu Xing, commander of the Jiangfang Group Army, made detailed arrangements before the retreat, and the time and route of the retreat of each unit were carefully stipulated, the retreat at night was not all smooth sailing.

Due to the chaos of the night, the 103rd Division was unable to establish effective communication with the 122nd Division, resulting in the troops being ambushed by devil troops when they arrived at Xiagang in the west of the county, and the division headquarters and troops were scattered, leaving the troops almost out of control.

Colonel Luo Yibin, commander of the 613th Regiment, and Colonel Wei Zixuan, deputy commander of the regiment, were fighting desperately and were martyred in the white-knuckle battle with the devils, and the deputy and second battalion commander of the 618th Regiment were hit by machine gun bullets.

Its whole division of more than 9,000 people, in Jiangyin with the devils in a bloody battle for five days and nights, annihilated more than 2,000 devils, more than 5,000 puppet troops, the 103rd Division retreated when there were 4,000 soldiers, but in the dark night in the melee only more than 2,000 people successfully broke through.

The various troops guarding Jiangyin broke through and retreated in the pursuit and melee of the devils, and there was noise and gunfire everywhere in the dark night.

The devil's artillery has begun to extend the shooting, and the county seat of Jiangyin has been subjected to fierce bombardment, and the whistling shells have plunged the entire city into a sea of smoke and fire, the ground has shaken, rubble has flew, and the prosperous county town has become a ruin overnight.

The vanguard of the devil soldiers had arrived outside the city, and were fighting with the troops behind the palace, and the city was full of burning fires, sweeping and burning the houses, buildings, and from time to time burning wood fell into the streets.

The firelit streets flickered and darkened, and you could see rubble and corpses strewn everywhere, both soldiers in military uniforms and ordinary people in cotton clothes.

Although the war has reached the doorstep, some ordinary people especially hold a trace of luck, thinking that the war is a matter between the armies of two countries, and no matter who comes here to take charge, they can still live their own lives.

Because of the country. The loss of the prestige of the civil government has led to the distrust of the government by many people, so that the task of transferring the people is particularly difficult, and if the devil does not put a bayonet on their necks, they still do not know how to be afraid.

It wasn't until the devil's cannonball entered the city and killed people that the people who remained in the city felt frightened, and they knew that death was so close to them, but there were gunshots everywhere, so they could only hide in their houses, trembling, and pray for the Bodhisattva's blessing.

"Battalion commander, there are still a lot of ordinary people who haven't left, what should I do?" The retreating soldiers on the burning streets saw the civilians who were putting out the fire, and stopped to ask the battalion commander Zhao Wenbin.

Zhao Wenbin's bloodstained face did not have the slightest expression, and even a little indifferent, they knew that the government organized the people to retreat a few days ago, but they didn't expect that there were still people who didn't leave.

"Leave them alone! Let's go! Zhao Wenbin ordered the troops to move on.

"But the devils don't blink an eye when they kill people, it's dangerous for them to stay here!"

Zhao Wenbin was a little annoyed, raised his leg and kicked the soldier who spoke, and roared angrily: "Can you save three or five, can you save three hundred and five hundred!" Who do you think you are! ”

"We are soldiers! We are not rescuers! Our task is to fight a war, and only by driving the little devils out of China can we save more people! These ordinary people may be killed if they are caught up by devils, but they may just be robbed, but once we are soldiers, no one can live, so what do you care so much, go! ”

Zhao Wenbin's roar made these sympathetic brothers all close their mouths in unison, the people may not die if they are caught up, but they will definitely not survive if they are caught up, the troops took steps and drove forward, and the fire reflected the people who were fighting the fire.

The city was already on fire everywhere, and the troops would encounter burning beams falling and smashing from time to time when they walked on the streets, and Yang Ling followed into the city with the troops behind the palace.

"Damn, why are these people still here?" When the old smoker saw the ordinary people who were still busy fighting the fire, he really couldn't figure out how they weren't afraid.

When Yang Ling saw those ordinary people, his heart was also full of sorrow, and the prestige of the government was lost, so that the people felt that the war had nothing to do with them, but they didn't know that the devil was coming to destroy the country and destroy the species.

In Yang Ling's memory, after the devil captured Jiangyin, he planned to set fire to the city for three days, causing countless innocent people and captured Chinese soldiers to suffer casualties, and he could not let such a tragedy repeat.

Bang!

Yang Ling pulled the bolt of the gun in an uproar and fired a shot into the sky, stopping the people who were fighting the fire.

"The devil is coming! It's about to turn into a battlefield! Devils kill people when they see them! No one is left! If you don't want to die, hurry up and run for your life! Yang Ling's voice echoed in the dark streets, making the people suspicious.

"Go wow! Go Wow! The old smoker and others also shot into the air, and finally frightened the people and fled to the end of the street.

"Qin Shou!"

"Here!"

"Take someone back and block the city gate with sandbags! Delay the attack of the devil! ”

"Yang Dashu! Take the machine gun squad to the city and block the devil for half an hour! ”

"Company Commander Zhou, take people along the street to drive those people across the river, I don't care what method you use, I don't want there to be a person here in half an hour!" Yang Ling's tone was categorical, making the old smoker realize the seriousness of the problem.

The old smoker didn't say a word, and while shooting, he led people to rush out of the street, and the roar rang out: "The devil has slaughtered the city!" If you don't want to die, run across the river! ”