Under the hazy night, the crowds of people on the Xiaguan River Beach were surging and wailing, and the sound of guns and cannons from the city became tighter and tighter, and the soldiers and civilians under the dark night were panicked, and the desire to survive forced them to take risks. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Many of the routs and civilians demolished the houses near the city walls, and jumped into the water with wooden planks and everything that could float, and it felt like dumplings.

The river water of the cold winter wax moon is cold and biting, the wind and waves are big, many people are like falling into hell, a wave passes, people are gone, the river surface is already full of floating corpses, under the reflection of the firelight, the river water is stained red by blood.

As soon as the only ferry docked, thousands of people rushed by, and the routs went mad, shooting and strafing, staining the ground with blood, and they rushed onto the boat with corpses.

Many people clung to the edge of the boat and refused to let go, and the boat, which could only carry three or four hundred people, squeezed five or six hundred people, and the boat staggered away from the shore, leaving behind a scene of wailing and abuse.

An overloaded ferry could not bear the weight, and just drove to the center of the river and overturned, and thousands of people on the river beach watched the river of those compatriots fluttering and shouting, and soon there was no sound, only the unjust souls of the river.

The tragic scenes were staged in this dark night, and there were still people who kept jumping into the water and trying to swim to the other side, but none of them succeeded, and most of them sank to the bottom of the river to feed the fish.

Many desperate people knelt on the ground looking at the surging river and cried that God would not give them a way out, and some people began to turn back to the city and run to the refugee area to take refuge, and this night, everyone was running for survival.

The brothers of the guerrilla battalion led by Yang Ling blew up the yard and the wall all the way, and took the path to the crowded river beach.

"Brothers, follow me, a boat will come to pick us up!" As a prefect, Yang Ling could clearly feel the uneasiness and despair in the hearts of the brothers, and stood up in time to appease them.

In such a chaotic situation, the brothers in the guerrilla battalion chose to believe in Yang Ling instead of disbanding them on the spot and fleeing for their lives.

With the trust of so many brothers, Yang Ling's heart was moved, and he vowed to take them out of the Shura Hell alive.

They finally found a place with few people in the upper reaches of the river beach and stopped, they still held hands and did not dare to let go, in this chaotic situation, once they left the team, it meant that they could no longer find the team, which was very dangerous.

More than a dozen of the wounded they rescued from the battlefield failed to survive due to lack of medicine, and those who were still alive were dying, but Yang Ling never wanted to give up on them.

"Sir, don't worry about us burdens, run for your lives." Seeing Yang Ling inspecting over, a wounded soldier with a broken arm said so.

Yang Ling squatted down and comforted him: "Recuperate with peace of mind, don't think about anything, they are all brothers in my guerrilla camp, and I, Yang Ling, will not abandon any brother even if I die."

Yang Ling's words reached the ears of those uninjured brothers, and they were also moved, they were not afraid of fighting to the death with the Japanese army on the battlefield, and they were often worried about being injured and abandoned, they had been abandoned too many times.

Now Yang Ling's promises and deeds are so real that these brothers are willing to follow such a chief with all their hearts, because they share life and death together, and can unite to overcome any difficult difficulties.

The mood of the brothers in the guerrilla camp was still optimistic under the influence of Yang Ling's personal charm, but the thousands of civilians and routs in their vicinity were already in despair, many of the mentally broken soldiers shot themselves, and some of them shot wildly at the crowd, and the tragedy continued to happen.

Looking at this scene, Yang Ling felt powerless, although he had the intention to stop and save countless innocent people, but his personal strength was too weak.

Zhang Hongying has been busy in fear these days, although the governors swore a few days ago that they would live and die with the city, but she felt a strong uneasiness in her heart.

Now that the chiefs had run away, she felt so helpless and wanted to cry when she saw the blocked street, when she and the people from the field hospital were crowded.

When she was most helpless, Yang Ling appeared in front of her again like an armored general, shielding her from the wind and rain with his not very wide chest, although she was still in danger, but her heart felt more solid and full of security than she had ever been.

"Hongying, I see that you are very tired, do you want to sleep for a while." Yang Ling walked up to Zhang Hongying and sat down, looked at her haggard and tired appearance, and said and draped a broken military blanket over her.

Zhang Hongying shook her head: "How can I sleep now."

Yang Ling sighed, now in this situation of life and death, maybe only after crossing the river can he sleep, seeing Zhang Hongying's tired appearance, his heart was full of pity.

"Brother Yang, will there really be a boat to pick us up?" Zhang Hongying leaned on Yang Ling's shoulder and asked worriedly.

Yang Ling replied firmly: "Believe me, someone will definitely come to pick us up, and we will cross the river safely."

While Yang Ling and the others were waiting for ships on the cold river beach, several small steamers came from the upper reaches of the Yangtze River, and behind these steamers, there was a long line of merchant fishing boats.

"Hurry up! Hurry up! Yang Dashu kept urging, they came to pick up people at this pass according to the agreement with Yang Ling, and as soon as it was dark, they increased their horsepower to pull all the collected ships over.

The old smoking gun leaned against the edge of the boat, gulping out a dry cigarette, and his eyes kept looking ahead, fearing that the gunboats blocking the river would rush and fire at them.

But it is clear that their worries are too much, and the gunboats blocking the river have long since fled for their lives, and now only a small number of boats controlled by each unit are constantly transporting the soldiers of their respective units to and fro on the entire river.

The old smokers arrived at the Xiaguan River without danger along the way, and did not encounter the blows of the gunboats blocking the river.

"Company commander, company commander, look!" The sentry standing at the bow of the ship exclaimed.

The old smoking gun hurriedly put down the dry smoking gun, and ran to the bow of the boat with Yang Dashu and the others, and they looked around, under the light of the fire, the entire river beach was already crowded with thousands of people, and the swarthy piece made them gasp.

"Fuck, what's going on?" Seeing so many people crowded on the river beach, Yang Dashu was full of questions.

The old smoker muttered to himself: "I'm afraid the city is broken......"

A large number of boats arrived on the Shimonoseki River and were soon spotted by the people on the riverbank.

"Boat! There's a boat over there! Someone exclaimed and jumped for joy.

"We are saved! We are saved...... Bodhisattva bless, Bodhisattva bless...... "Someone wept with joy, and even cried loudly.

This feeling of surviving in a desperate situation made them constantly wave their arms at the old smoking gun, praying for a way to live.

"Don't lean in!" The old smoker looked at the people who were waving and shouting frantically on the river beach, and hurriedly ordered not to approach, for once he approached, he was afraid that the boat would be overturned.

"What about the battalion commanders, it's too dark to see them." The old smoker searched for Yang Ling and them in the crowd, but as far as the eye could see, the river beach for more than ten miles was full of crowded people, and they could see it clearly.

"Battalion commander, there is a ship! A ship is coming from upstream! Wang Huzi shouted excitedly.

Yang Ling also hurriedly pulled Zhang Hongying to stand up, he saw the long line of boats on the river, and he couldn't suppress the joy in his heart.

"Liu Yidao!" Yang Ling immediately shouted, "Establish a defensive position!"

"King's beard! Set up the machine gun for me! ”

"Yes!"

Under Yang Ling's orders, hundreds of brothers from the guerrilla battalion forcibly built a simple defensive ring on the river beach to prevent people from robbing the boats.

Seeing that everything was ready, Yang Ling ordered: "Brothers, shout our guerrilla battalion and my name loudly!" Let them bring the boat over! ”

"Guerrilla battalion! Yang Ling! ”

"Guerrilla battalion! Yang Ling! ”

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The chorus of hundreds of people quickly suppressed the chaotic sounds, and the old smokers also heard the sound, and hurriedly leaned the boat this way.

When the refugees and the rout saw the ship coming, they all rushed over in frenzy! Yang Ling immediately ordered to shoot and warn.

"Da Da Da!"

"Bang! Bang! ”

The sound of gunfire frightened those who tried to come over, Yang Ling jumped on the sandbag and shouted loudly at the top of his voice: "Women, children and wounded soldiers are all coming forward!" Those with guns in their hands gather over there! ”