The sound of guns and cannons resounded throughout the city of Nanjing, and the devils poured in in groups along the gaps in the city wall, they were hideous, screaming, bayonets were red, and the ancient city was shrouded in an atmosphere of terror. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The walls of Guanghuamen have been bombarded by the heavy artillery of the devils, and many gaps have been breached, and although the defenders have fought desperately to resist them, they have to retreat into the neighborhoods of the city after heavy losses.

Xie Chengrui's Second Regiment of the Teaching Corps withdrew to Yudao Street, the remnants of the guerrilla battalion led by Yang Ling withdrew to Daguang Road, and the remaining officers and soldiers of various units retreated to Babaoqian Street with the gendarmerie battalion.

Under the clouds, countless houses in Nanjing were burning, thick smoke was billowing out, and shells tearing through the air were whistling and indiscriminately bombarding the residential areas of the city.

Shells fell from time to time, and the houses and stone roads flew with a bang, and smoke and gunpowder filled the city wantonly, and a chaotic atmosphere spread among the residents.

Yang Ling trotted through the rubble-strewn ruins with his gun, and the captured military shoes on his feet collided with the uneven ground from time to time.

The brothers of the guerrilla battalion also followed him breathlessly and retreated towards Daguang Road, the bloody battle of Guanghuamen made them all face with gunpowder smoke and covered in blood, but their eyes still followed Yang Ling firmly.

Yang Ling gasped and ran to Daguang Road and stopped, the devils who attacked the city were not familiar with the terrain, and they were rushing towards the spider-web-like streets and alleys in groups at the moment, and they didn't catch up for a while, but Yang Ling knew that there was not much time left for them.

"A couple of you company commanders come here."

Yang Ling looked at the panting and embarrassed team, and waved at Liu Yidao and shouted.

The blacksmith, the commander of the machine gun company, was rescued from several bullets and sent to the field hospital.

Liu Yidao, Wang Huzi and Qin Shou, the three company commanders, immediately rushed to Yang Ling and stood still.

"Qin Shou, now you immediately take someone to the ammunition depot to ask Section Chief Lu for ammunition, how much can you get! Go now! ”

"Yes!" Qin Shou agreed loudly, ran out a few steps and turned around and ran back: "Battalion commander, we don't have an approval, what should we do if the surname Lu doesn't give it?"

Yang Ling still has time to go to the chief to write an approval note, and when the daylily is cold, he pointed to the gun in Qin Shou's hand and said: "The gun in your hand is not a burning stick, use your brain, if he doesn't give it to you, won't he think of a way."

Hearing Yang Ling's words, Qin Shou immediately understood, gritted his teeth and turned around and waved his hand, "Follow me in a row!" With that, he went straight in the direction of the ammunition depot.

The devil has already invaded Nanjing City, and Yang Ling has no time to apply for the approval slip for receiving ammunition, so he can only cut it first and then play it, and then talk about it after receiving the ammunition, anyway, it is not the first time he has made a mistake.

"Wang Huzi, the machine gun will draw a platoon for you, and you will ambush me by relying on the ruins of the house!"

"Liu Yidao, you take the third company and the remaining brothers to retreat to the back to rest and be a reserve."

Yang Ling's order was simple and neat, and the brothers who had withdrawn to Daguang Road quickly became busy, rushing to their respective positions under the leadership of their respective superiors.

"Huzi, go count the casualties of each company and report it to me as soon as possible."

Their guerrilla battalion suffered heavy losses at Guanghuamen, and the commander of the machine gun company, the blacksmith, was seriously wounded and sent down, not to mention ordinary brothers.

"Battalion commander, we've run out of bandages, what should we do?" As soon as the guard Huzi left, the medician Kiko rushed over.

The shortage of medicines has always been a headache for Yang Ling, and many brothers who were injured in the battle could not be treated in time, which made his heart like a knife, but the conditions were bad, and he had no choice.

Yang Ling pointed to the corpses of the brothers who had been snatched down on the stretcher, gritted his teeth and said, "Remove the bandages on their bodies, cook them, reuse them, and I'll find a way for you."

Xizi also knew Yang Ling's difficulties, so she had to sigh and find someone to remove the bandages on the dead person, ready to boil it in water and reuse it.

The devil has broken into the city of Nanjing, although the defenders everywhere are still resisting, but the city is already very dangerous, Yang Ling is very worried about the safety of Zhang Hongying in the field hospital.

Taking the opportunity to find medicine bandages, Yang Ling sent people to the field hospital, telling them that the devils had entered the city, and asked them to retreat to a safe area immediately.

After Yang Ling finished everything he ordered, he turned around and walked to a house next to the street, now the devil has not chased after him, he is physically and mentally exhausted, and wants to seize the time to stay alone for a while, this battle is fierce, which makes him nervous, he wants to be quiet and relax.

Nanjing City is destined to be undefended, but he doesn't want to run away immediately, he has to resist until the next moment, otherwise he won't be at ease.

Yang Ling pushed open the door and got into the house, the doors and windows in the house were closed, dark and swarthy as if he had walked out of water, when he got used to the dim light in the house, he was alert but found that something was wrong in the house.

Yang Ling was also taken aback, hurriedly raised his gun, pulled the bolt and aimed it at the back of the table, and shouted, "What person!" Come out! ”

"Boss, don't shoot, don't shoot......"

An old man with gray hair came out from behind the desk with his hands raised, his face full of fear.

Yang Ling saw clearly that it was a common man who had not been evacuated, and he breathed a sigh of relief, he thought that the devil had infiltrated him, and he was startled.

He put down the muzzle of the gun, and his face softened: "Old man, this devil has come over, why haven't you left yet?"

The old man saw that Yang Ling and Mei Shanmu didn't look like bad people, the fear on his face dissipated a little, and he sighed and said, "I'm not leaving, I'm not leaving." ”

Yang Ling was also tired, so he found a chair and sat down.

"Old man, why don't you leave, this little devil is like a murderer, it's dangerous for you to stay here, I'll let someone escort you away."

The old man hurriedly waved his hand, lifted the teapot and poured a bowl of water for Yang Ling, and sat down across the table with Yang Ling, he shook his head and sighed.

"Boss, I won't trouble you with this old bone, my loess is buried to my neck, it doesn't matter if I die, our family has lived here for generations, and it is my blessing to be able to die at home."

The old man said and said to Yang Ling: "But you soldiers came all the way here to fight in order to fight the Japanese devils, and many people died and were buried hastily, and the family didn't know whether they were dead or alive, which is really pitiful."

Hearing the old man say this, Yang Ling was also very emotional, the armies of all provinces went to the front line of resistance against Japan, and the corpses were all over the field, and the bones were full of bones, but apart from their families, who else remembered them.

Yang Ling barely squeezed out a smile and said: "Old man, we are soldiers, we have done our duty to protect our family and defend the country, besides, this green mountain buries loyal bones everywhere, why should we return the body of the horse leather, even if we are sacrificed, there are still thousands of Chinese who stand up and fight devils, we will eventually win."

"Okay, okay, with you here, even if this Nanjing is gone, the little devil will not want to kill my country." The old man began to wipe his tears as he spoke: "Pity my three sons, they all died when they fought in Shanghai, and they can no longer wait for the day of victory."

Yang Ling inquired carefully and learned that the old man's three sons were all soldiers in the army, and they died within a month of going to Shanghai, and only sent back a death notice.

Thinking of the white-haired old man bearing the heavy blow of the white-haired man sending the black-haired man, his son is gone, and this family is almost gone, Yang Ling felt a heart-wrenching pain in his heart, the suffering caused by the devil to the Chinese nation is really too much to write.

"Old man, your son has died, and we will continue to fight, as long as we still have a breath of air, we will fight to the end, but it is really unsafe for you to stay here, it is difficult for us to let go of our hands and feet to fight, I will escort you to a safe place." Yang Ling persuaded earnestly.

Under the persuasion of Yang Ling's kind words, the old man finally agreed to leave here, and Yang Ling asked people to comb the neighborhood again, and sent the residents who were hiding in the house to the back, not wanting them to die in the fire.