Yang Ling and his party stopped in this dilapidated nameless village, preparing to cross the river here after a nightbreak in the morning, they have been chased tightly by the devil's buttocks, and they are already exhausted and unable to run, plus there are many wounded and sick, and they also need to stop and take a breath. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The size of the team has grown, and the stretcher team plus the rout soldiers with guns have more than 70 people, although there are quite a few people, but after all, they belong to the defeated army, and most of them look depressed, and there is no joy on their faces.

Yang Dashu's broken military hat was worn crookedly on his head, and his ears were cold from the cold wind by the river, and at this moment he was leading more than 20 people to set up bamboo rafts and prepare for crossing the river.

The old king set up a big pot in the village, the firewood crackled and jumped, the water in the cauldron was steaming, a lot of wild vegetables were thrown into the pot, mixed with rice and boiled, and soon the village was filled with the fragrance of wild vegetable porridge.

Everyone has been chased by the devil and running, not to mention eating a hot meal, not even a cold cake can be fished, most of the time they have drunk the northwest wind, now the autumn is getting cooler, they have been running, their physical strength can not keep up with many people running and running, they can no longer get up when they fall on the side of the road, and they can eat a hot meal at this moment, not to mention how happy they are.

Wu Jiang commanded a few people to dig a pit and bury the villagers who were killed by the devil, and a new grave was erected in the open space to the west of the village.

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In fact, there were great differences of opinion in the Japanese base camp on whether or not to pursue the Chinese army, first, they fought in Shanghai for three months, and all kinds of materials and ammunition were consumed very much, and it was difficult to replenish them in a short period of time, and it was difficult to support a major war in a short time.

But at this moment, the Japanese troops who were red-eyed in the Shanghai area were very crazy, and they chased and beat the Chinese defenders in the ass, all the way to Nanjing.

When the Japanese base camp asked how to solve the problem of ammunition, they replied that they would fight a white-knuckle battle without ammunition, and asked what to do if there was no food and grass? The arrogant generals replied, levied on the spot, and fed the war with war.

In the face of the pursuit of the Japanese troops, since it had become a fact, the base camp had to acquiesce to their pursuit, so the Japanese troops swept towards Nanjing, the national capital at that time, in three directions.

Because the Japanese army had almost exhausted the supplies in Shanghai, officers at all levels acquiesced in the pursuit of food on the spot and implemented the strategy of feeding the war with war.

In the face of the brutal war, even if they are well-equipped, they don't know if they can survive tomorrow or when they will be killed.

Anyway, I don't know how long they will live, so they loot even more ferociously and unscrupulously, whether it is Chinese officers and soldiers or ordinary civilians, in their eyes, it becomes the same, there is no difference, killing has become the only option.

Many people in Jiangsu and Zhejiang still have a trace of luck with the Japanese army at the moment, and many people think that the war is a matter of two countries and has nothing to do with their ordinary people.

In the face of the evacuation and mobilization of national officials, many people ignored them, and the concept of local was very strong, so that the evacuation of the people was greatly hindered.

With the landing of the Japanese Tenth Army in Hangzhou Bay, the battlefield situation took a sharp turn for the worse, and the front line was rapidly defeated, and the people who had not had time to evacuate bore the brunt and became the first victims.

When the ghost soldiers who broke into the village with Xueliang bayonets began to kill, the people were horrified to find that this was not an ordinary war, and the ghost soldiers they were facing were not those soldiers who still had a conscience, but a group of brutal and ferocious invaders.

The village where the devil soldiers went was full of smoke and ruins, all the food, pigs, dogs, cattle and sheep became food for the devil soldiers, and those who did not evacuate were gathered and shot, and in order to destroy the evidence, most of the ghost soldiers would burn down the entire village when they left the village.

From Kunshan to Suzhou, thick smoke billowed everywhere along the Beijing-Shanghai Railway, and everywhere the devil soldiers went, it was a mess, and it became a dead land.

In order to make the newly replenished recruits adapt to the rhythm of the battle as soon as possible, many devil soldiers tied the captured Chinese officers and soldiers and civilians to trees, so that the recruits could practice assassination, so as to quickly improve their combat effectiveness.

The people fleeing along the Beijing-Shanghai railway line and the Chinese officers and soldiers mixed in it rushed in a panic, behind them, a large number of murderous devil soldiers are rapidly pursuing, fighting is happening every moment, this is a blood-stained escape road.

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The fire was burning in the dilapidated and low house, and although the light in the room was dim, it was very warm, and Yang Ling felt that his throat was dry as if he wanted a desert, and he urgently needed to drink water.

Zhang Hongying saw Yang Ling wake up, walked quickly to Yang Ling's bed excitedly, and asked with concern, "Company Commander Yang, are you better?"

Yang Ling nodded, he was indeed much better now, at least his head was no longer so groggy.

Zhang Hongying stretched out his hand and probed Yang Ling's forehead: "Company Commander Yang, your fever has subsided, as long as you take a good rest, it will be fine soon."

"You must be hungry, I'll serve you porridge." Zhang Hongying didn't wait for Yang Ling to speak, and had already rushed out of the house in a hurry, leaving Yang Ling, who was about to smoke in his throat, staring dryly.

The hygienist was too incompetent to ask what the patient needed, Yang Ling shook his head helplessly, lifted the thick broken bedding covering his body, and got out of bed to find saliva to drink.

Occasionally, he slept with the quilt covered by the wind and cold, and sweated all over, Yang Ling felt that he was much better, wearing his broken military hat, and walked out of the house in a leisurely manner.

"Company commander, why are you up? You're not cured yet. Wu Jiang took a few soldiers with guns on their backs to prepare to go outside the village to change the guard, raised his eyes and saw Yang Ling walking out of the house, and hurriedly greeted him.

Yang Ling waved his hand to signal that he was fine, opened his chapped lips and said, "Is there water?"

"Oh, water—" Wu Jiang reacted, urging a soldier behind him with a devil's kettle on his waist, "Give me the kettle."

Yang Ling took the kettle, raised his neck and poured it into his mouth, and drank a large pot of water with a grunt, and then returned the kettle to the soldier with satisfaction, but after drinking a pot of water, he felt much better, although his body was still a little soft, but he could feel that the situation was improving.

"How long have we been here?" Yang Ling asked.

Wu Jiang replied: "It is estimated that it will be three or four hours, Yang Dashu is leading people to make a bamboo raft, we will rest here for a night and leave at dawn."

Hearing that he had stayed here for four or five hours, Yang Ling vaguely felt a trace of unease, and he spoke: "We can't wait until dawn, we have to keep walking, if the little devil catches up, it will be troublesome."

"We've deviated from the main road here, and the devil shouldn't be able to get here for a while." Wu Jiang still held on to a bit of luck.

"Be careful, call the big guys up, let's cross the river overnight."

Seeing Yang Ling's serious face, Wu Jiang didn't dare to be careless, so he hurried away.