The early winter morning was cold and damp, and the river near Jiangyin was shrouded in a hazy mist, through which the hideous Japanese ships downstream were suppressed by the artillery fire of the fortress. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

These Japanese ships, under the command of the commander of the Third Fleet, Hasei Aokawa, tried to open the Yangtze River passage and approached Nanjing, and from August they launched a fierce attack on the Jiangyin fortress.

The Chinese naval fleet, under the leadership of the naval commander, fought hard with weak forces on the river near Jiangyin, and the two sides fought fiercely for several months, and although the naval fleet was finally wiped out, the Japanese ships were never able to move forward.

The self-sinking Chinese naval ships and fishing boats successfully blocked the shipping lane, making the Japanese ships angry but helpless, and the last few warships of the Chinese fleet completed their mission in a tragic and heroic way.

Although the naval fleet was completely annihilated, the fortress battery still insisted on resisting, and the Asan Battery, Xishan Battery, Huangshan Battery, etc. always suppressed the Japanese ships and could not move forward.

The Japanese commander, who had no choice but to hope that the army would break through the Jiangyin fortress by land, commanded the air force to drive directly to Nanjing to carry out indiscriminate bombing, in an attempt to weaken the confidence of the Chinese defenders in resisting.

In the garrison camp in Jiangyin County, Yang Ling, who had rested all night, habitually got up early, and after arriving in Jiangyin County last night, they were warmly greeted by generals at all levels, but they were too tired, and they returned to the camp after eating and drinking, and fell asleep, and it was rare to have a good night's sleep.

Yang Ling took off the dirty and sour military uniforms, and changed into the khaki cotton clothes sent by Liu Xing.

Tied a wind buckle in front of the mirror, the brown cowhide shoulder strap was fixed on the belt from the shoulder diagonally to the waist, wearing a military hat inlaid with the blue sky and white sun badge, and inserting the shell gun into the holster on his waist, Yang Ling quickly dressed neatly and neatly.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Yang Ling touched the green stubble on his chin, and the whole person felt a lot more energetic.

"Not to mention, these clothes are so warm." Qin Shou was talking to Yang Dashu while fastening his buttons, his complexion had improved a lot, and he gradually walked out of the grief of Qianjia Village.

When these troops were ordered to go to Shanghai to fight, they still wore autumn clothes, and this battle lasted for several months, not to mention warm clothes, and even food could not be guaranteed.

Now that they have taken off their tattered autumn clothes and put on new warm cotton military uniforms, they are all very happy to have escaped death.

Yang Dashu was burly, and finally put his clothes on his body, but found that his navel was exposed, and his pants couldn't be worn, so he came to the fat man Tian San and discussed: "Fatty, let's change, my clothes are a little small."

The fat man was also trying his best to put his military uniform on his body, but he was not burly and tall, but too fat, and he tore his pants open with a click, which made Yang Dashu directly dispel the idea of changing.

The old smoking gun also had a good look, although it failed to bomb the devil's artillery position in Dingshan, but following Yang Ling to kill a general of the devil, it could be regarded as a return with honor, so this time without saying a word, he directly applied to join the guerrilla battalion directly under the jurisdiction of the Jiangfang Group Army Headquarters, and willingly became Yang Ling's subordinate.

The old cigarette gun's thin body and wide military uniform made him even more thin, and he was sitting on the threshold at the moment, happily smoking the cigarettes stuffed by the friendly brothers, enjoying the quiet morning.

He understood in his heart that with his own ability, no matter where he went, he could only mix with a grassroots officer, and he belonged to the cannon fodder who worked hard, and he might have to be reimbursed one day.

Every time he fights, he is terrified and worried about being killed, worried that he will be sold by the chief, and he often loses the battle, but since he met Yang Ling, his luck seems to have improved, although he still fights against the rain of bullets every time, but his heart is extremely down-to-earth and has a sense of security, so he made up his mind to follow Yang Ling, the chief.

Although Yang Ling used to be a subordinate of the old smoking gun, and now he is climbing on his head, the old smoking gun is not red-eyed or jealous, he knows that Yang Ling is a hidden dragon, and he himself is a loach.

He has self-knowledge, his loach wants to live better, only by following people like Yang Ling, otherwise he is like the rootless duckweed, maybe he will be overturned by the waves one day, he has the shrewdness of a little person.

"Brother, can you find some more oversized clothes for my brothers?" Seeing Yang Dashu and a few other living treasures competing with clothes there, Yang Ling shook his head helplessly.

"Chief Yang, wait a minute, I'll go and find it." The logistics captain happily agreed, and hurriedly turned around.

The most admired in the army are brave and courageous people, and the most hated are those who are greedy for life and afraid of death, Yang Ling They returned from a bloody battle all the way, and countless things about killing the enemy have already spread in Jiangyin, and even those soldiers standing guard have to give them a thumbs up when they see them, and praise a good word.

Yang Ling and the others were recognized and respected by the friendly brothers, and Liu Xing had orders, so their demands were met almost without any hesitation.

Yang Ling took advantage of the time to have breakfast to find out where there were many stragglers, so after breakfast, he took his only eight brothers and went straight to the shelter set up opposite the county government.

In order to win over Yang Ling, Liu Xing not only gave him the treatment of a lieutenant colonel, but also made an exception to give him the establishment of a battalion, so that he could collect the defeated troops and assist in the battle.

Yang Ling was very happy with Liu Xing's arrangement, although his battalion was under the jurisdiction of the Jiangfang Group Army Headquarters, but in fact everything was his own decision, and his autonomy was particularly strong, and he did not like to be restrained, which was the best result.

What satisfies him the most is that being able to directly control a battalion is much better than being a bare-bones, at least he can do a lot of things with the force in his hands.

Most of the camps were scattered stragglers and routs, and Liu Xing had been busy with the battle on the front line and had no time to take care of them.

These rout stragglers were not defeated by the fierce devils, and they lost contact with their own troops and became languishing.

When Yang Ling walked into the camp with the old smoking gun and others, a foul smell hit him, and Yang Ling frowned when he looked at the camp-like shelter.

They had all eaten breakfast and cleaned up, and these demoralized routs were lazily not getting up yet, and even when they did, they were all sitting there in twos and threes, staring blankly, and they didn't even look at him, the commander who walked in.

"Yang Dashu, let them gather!" Yang Ling instructed Yang Dashu.