The river beach under the cover of night was chaotic, Yang Ling's words did not make them feel the slightest sense of security, they were still squeezing forward, although the brothers of the guerrilla camp were not at all, but to no avail. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Although their guns were racked, they were full of their compatriots in front of them, and many of their comrades-in-arms who fought side by side with them during the day could not bear to shoot.

Yang Ling was still screaming as hard as he could, but the crowd of people rushed over like a wave, and he was about to break through their defensive circle, once he broke through, so many people went to crowd the boat, and there were more casualties, just as he hesitated whether to really shoot, the gun went off.

"Dada-Da-"

Hurricane-like bullets puffed into the bodies of the people, blood rushed wildly, blood mist rose, and those who were crowded fell like wheat harvested, staining the ground red.

A sturdy team used machine gun bullets to open the way, and forced a bloody path to plow, while they stepped on the corpse to reach Yang Ling's side.

Seeing these routs who were a little more fierce than the Japanese army, Wang Huzi and the others were very vigilant, and hurriedly pulled the bolt, and the muzzles of the black holes were all aimed at this group.

"Brother Yang, Ci is not in charge of the army!" The leader of this group of routs was a fierce major officer, who had no fear of Wang Huzi's guns, and walked straight over to look at Yang Ling and said.

Yang Ling recognized this blood-stained person, it was Zhao Wenbin, the commander of the Northeast Army Battalion of the 122nd Division that they separated during the Jiangyin breakout.

Yang Ling also knew that Ci was not in charge of the army, but in the face of these compatriots and comrades-in-arms, he really couldn't do it, how could he be like Zhao Wenbin without the slightest mercy, and he couldn't do it to his own people.

"Brother Yang, don't blame me for being ruthless, if I don't shoot some people, I can't control the field, and more people will die!" Zhao Wenbin walked up to Yang Ling and said in a low voice.

How could Yang Ling not understand these truths, but after all, he was not as ruthless as him, he opened his mouth and asked, "Is it okay to be injured?"

Zhao Wenbin saw Yang Ling speak, his face returned to smile, he was still worried that Yang Ling blamed him for this, he pointed to the arm wrapped in gauze and said, he was stabbed by the devil, the wound is not deep, and it is not in the way.

"Hehe, the devil who hurt me was chopped off by me."

Zhao Wenbin grinned, but he was shocked when he heard Wang Huzi and the others next to him, this guy was not only ruthless to himself, but also to the enemy, this is a madman.

"You can rest assured to organize the evacuation, and I will help you town." Zhao Wenbin jumped off the sandbag with a smile, no one would have thought that such a Sven person would kill more than 100 of his own people without blinking.

"Listen to Lao Tzu, the women and children and the wounded soldiers will go first, and the scattered brothers will gather over there!"

Zhao Wenbin's roar was much more useful than Yang Ling's, and those people were afraid that he was full of blood and didn't dare to make trouble again.

The old smoking gun and they brought the boat to the shore, and these hundreds of large and small ships made Yang Ling also breathe a sigh of relief, and they were able to save many people.

"Battalion commander!" The old smoking gun and Yang Dashu jumped off the boat and saluted Yang Ling, and the guerrilla captain Zhang Tie also shook hands with Yang Ling.

Yang Ling also thanked them for arriving in time: "You have worked hard."

"How many boats did you bring?" Yang Ling asked.

"There are five hundred and thirty-five boats in total, and those small steamers can carry a lot of people."

When the ship docked, Yang Ling immediately organized the women and children and wounded soldiers to board the ship and evacuate first.

These women and children were crying helplessly, but now Yang Ling gave them hope and saved their lives, making them grateful to Yang Ling, and some even knelt on the bow of the boat and kowtowed to this side.

A line of boats full of soldiers and civilians shuttled back and forth on both sides of the strait, saving desperate people under Japanese artillery fire.

"Junko, protect them." Yang Ling also sent Zhang Hongying and some wounded soldiers to the boat, and asked the reconnaissance platoon commander Shunzi to cross the river to investigate the situation together.

"Don't worry, battalion commander, it'll be fine." Junko hurriedly agreed.

Zhang Hongying saw Yang Ling standing in the cold wind, ran over and gave him a hug: "I'm waiting for you on the other side, you must live."

Yang Ling patted her on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, the bullet that wants to kill me hasn't been made yet."

Although Yang Ling joked again, Zhang Hongying couldn't laugh, punched Yang Ling's chest, turned around and got on the boat, standing at the bow of the boat and watching Yang Ling silently, already full of tears.

Everyone knows that staying on the river beach for one more minute is more dangerous, but Yang Ling can't go, he is the chief, he has to stay to maintain order, otherwise no one can leave.

Seeing that the fishing boat carrying Zhang Hongying and them was getting farther and farther away, and finally disappeared into the darkness, Yang Ling took a deep breath, full of the smell of blood, and strode towards the gathered rout.

These routs were ordered to retreat, but there were no boats on the riverside, and even if there were ships, they were controlled by some troops, such as the 36th Division, who were busy transporting their own men.

There were two or three thousand of the defeated brothers, each of whom was blackened by the smoke of gunpowder, and hunger and exhaustion were eating away at them.

They had also fought with guns to defend the city, and they had also shed blood and sacrificed, but they were abandoned by the commanders and became outcasts, looking at their blood-stained military uniforms, Yang Ling's heart was heavy.

The soldiers once shed the last drop of blood for the nation of this country, but after many years, no one remembers their names, they sacrificed, and they couldn't even get a straw mat, I have to say that this is the sorrow of the soldiers of this era.

"Brethren! I am Yang Ling, lieutenant colonel and battalion commander of the guerrilla battalion! Yang Ling stood on a high place with a big loudspeaker and opened his mouth.

"You are soldiers in this uniform! You fought bloody battles against devils and deserve the title of heroes! But today, here! I hope you can still hold your chest up and use your lives to protect the unarmed people behind you! As before, use our flesh and blood to stop the devils! Cover the evacuation of the people! I will be with you! ”

Yang Ling's words were impassioned, and many people were ashamed that they had just fled in disarray and shot at the people.

"Chief Yang, will you join us?" Someone in the crowd asked loudly, they were abandoned and scared.

"If I, Yang Ling, run away first, you can shoot me! But if any of you don't obey the order to escape! Then I won't be able to spare you! ”

"Chief Yang! We listen to you! ”

"That's right! We're at your command! ”

These brothers are all hot-blooded men, not all of them are greedy for life and afraid of death, it's just that the chief ran away and had no leader, and at this moment Yang Ling stood up, Yang Ling was their chief.

Seeing that Yang Ling, a lieutenant colonel and battalion commander, could command more than 2,000 people, even Zhao Wenbin, who had been a staff officer, had to admire Yang Ling, who was too capable of fooling.

More than 2,000 defeated troops were temporarily organized by Yang Ling, and a defensive position was established relying on the river beach to prevent the surprise attack of the vanguard devils and cover the people crossing the river.

A few hundred boats may seem like a lot, but facing thousands of people is a drop in the bucket, but everyone did their best.

While Yang Ling was busy organizing the evacuation of the people on the river beach, near the city gate of Rujiang Gate, Xiao Shanling, the mayor of Nanjing, was leading the police force and the gendarmerie to maintain order.

When he heard that someone had organized a ferry evacuation on the river beach, Xiao Shanling was overjoyed and hurriedly asked, "Which commander is directing the evacuation?"

The guard replied, "It seems to be a battalion commander surnamed Yang, and he found hundreds of boats to get from someone."

"Okay, good wow...... I, the people of Nanjing, have been saved. Xiao Shanling was a little incoherent with excitement.

"Chief Xiao, there is a large force of enemies coming this way!" At this moment, someone hurriedly came to report.

Xiao Shanling pulled out the Browning on his waist and shouted: "The enemy has passed, follow me to stop the enemy!"

The surrounding military police units and police forces pulled their bolts one after another, and with the order of Xiao Shan, the mayor of Nanjing, they were ready to stop the Japanese army on the spot and cover the evacuation of the people.