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After the handover between the two sides was completed, Yang Ling did not stop, and led the brothers of the guerrilla battalion to retreat along the streets to Daguang Road in the city.

It was almost dusk, the offensive of the devils was also suspended, the enemy planes in the sky had disappeared, and for the first time, the brothers of the guerrilla battalion were able to retreat in line on the streets, and they were able to rest almost completely, which made everyone feel good.

"Hehe, Brother Qin, take out your chapter and take a look."

Wang Huzi was envious of Qin Shou and Liu Yidao, and he leaned over to Qin Shou to see what the Baoding Medal looked like.

Qin Shou's heart was arrogant at the moment, and his head shook like a rattle: "No, no, what if you break it for me."

"I'll just take a look and promise not to move." Wang Huzi has fought for so many years and has never won a medal, so he also wants to see it.

"Do you really want to see it?" Qin Shou smiled, stared at Wang Huzi and said, "It's not impossible to see it, give me the pocket watch you seized for a few days."

Wang Huzi hurriedly covered his pocket, if he really played for Qin Shou for a few days, with Qin Shou's character, I am afraid that the meat bun will beat the dog and there will be no return.

"If you don't get it, I don't want to show it to you." Qin Shou saw Wang's beard covering his pockets and said that he wanted to leave.

Wang Huzi hurriedly grabbed Qin Shou again, and took out his pocket watch painfully: "Just play for a day, and you must return it to me when the time comes."

"Five days—" Qin Shou stretched out his finger.

Wang Huzi gritted his teeth and said, "Three days at most."

"Okay, three days is three days."

Wang Huzi gave Qin Shou the pocket watch he had captured with a heartache, and Qin Shou took out the Baoding Medal he had obtained and showed it to Wang Huzi.

Looking at the quaint Baoding in the center of the Baoding Medal, Wang Huzi stroked it carefully, and liked it, this is the honor of a soldier, he is extremely red at Qin Shou, and he has fought a lot of battles, why hasn't he won it.

"Next time, I'll get a piece to wear, and I'm going back to our village, how majestic." Wang Huzi muttered to himself.

Qin Shou said ostentatiously: "It's just you, come on, I worked hard to earn it back."

"Say it as if I'm not trying hard, you can just see, I'll get a piece next time." Wang Huzi said unadmittedly.

For soldiers, it is their duty to fight devils and serve the country, but they also want to be recognized and honored.

But for junior officers, it is too difficult to get honors, not because their merits are too small, but because they don't live to receive medals, most of them die after one or two battles, and there is still a chance to get medals.

The brothers of the guerrilla battalion were in a good mood, and some of them crossed the Zhonghe Bridge and crossed the moat and arrived at Guanghua Gate.

Yang Ling handed Liu Xing's signed note to the gendarmerie guarding Guanghua Gate, and the troops were able to continue their journey.

The main gate hole of Guanghua Gate has been blocked by sandbags and barbed wire, leaving only a small gate hole for people to pass through, and the surrounding of the gate hole is also heavily guarded, and the weapons such as battle defense artillery, Miner II and four heavy machine guns, and two anti-aircraft guns are arranged like a steel forest, which is daunting.

"If we had these guys, we wouldn't let the little devils run rampant."

Seeing the sophisticated equipment of the troops near Guanghua Gate, the brothers of the guerrilla battalion passing by were envious and eager to replace the tattered weapons in their hands.

When the guerrilla battalion was in Jiangyin, it was improvised by several broken units, with all kinds of weapons and equipment, and it was never repaired.

Now that they have retreated to the periphery of Nanjing, they have been fighting, and the replenished weapons and ammunition have been exhausted on the battlefield, so they have always been poor.

"Don't be red-eyed, let's go, I'll go to the Logistics Department of the Ministry of Military Affairs to get new weapons when I enter the city." Yang Ling urged everyone to move on.

The troops passed through the dark city gate and entered the city of Nanjing through the Guanghua Gate.

This is the first time Yang Ling has entered the city of Nanjing in this era, and the wide streets can vaguely see its former prosperity, but now it is full of rubble and ruins as far as the eye can see.

Although the devils have not yet invaded the city, the bombardment of tons and tons of bombs these days has left this ancient city full of devastation, and it has been reduced to ruins under the flames of war.

The gendarmerie unit under the Capital Guard Army was holding guns to maintain order on the street, and when they saw Yang Ling's tattered team, they were very vigilant, and they were able to let them go after seeing Liu Xing's note.

The city has become a fortress with countless soldiers of the gendarmerie guarding the vicinity of Guanghua Gate, and from time to time military vehicles from the transport office carrying ammunition and wounded soldiers passing by.

Seeing that the order in the city was still good, Yang Ling's mood was finally much better, and it seemed that the situation was not as bad as he expected.

Yang Ling inquired about the direction of Daguang Road from the soldiers of the military police stationed there, and learned that Yang Ling had fought in Shanghai, and these military police soldiers were also in awe of them.

When they arrived at Daguang Road, Yang Ling and the others unexpectedly met many people who had already greeted them at the street entrance.

These people are not only stretcher teams, but also medical teams and logistics teams, and even more Yang Ling saw the young students under the banner of the Guangdong Field Service Corps, these are all patriotic people, volunteering to help transport the wounded, cook and change dressings for the soldiers, and also do their best to protect their families and defend the country.

The brethren in the guerrilla camp were well entertained, with hot meals, and scrambled eggs, which flattered them.

Many of the hungry brothers saw the food delivered to them and thanked them and pulled them into their mouths with their dirty hands, and the people did not laugh at them, but rushed to give them water.

Thinking that they were still alive and walking off the battlefield, many brothers began to cry with red circles in their eyes as they ate.

Yang Ling was also hungry, holding the rice bowl handed over to him and chewing the food in a big gulp, his heart was not a special taste, many brothers were gone, and they could no longer eat this mouthful of food.

When the young female students were eating in Yangling, someone began to sing to them, and it was "The Song of the Eight Hundred Heroes".

China will not die,

China will not die,

Look at that national hero, Captain Xie.

China will not die,

China will not die,

You see the eight hundred brave men fighting alone to defend the four lines;

Artillery fire on all sides,

Jackals on all sides.

I'd rather die than back down,

I'd rather die than surrender!

……

Rise up, fellow citizens,

Hurry up to the battlefield,

Take the 800 mighty men as an example,

……

The majestic and passionate melody echoed in Daguang Road, echoing in the gunsmoke-filled Nanjing, and those veterans who participated in the Battle of Songhu also involuntarily sang the Whampoa Military Song in response to the young students' heroic songs, expressing their determination to resolutely resist.

Many people were moved by the sentiment expressed by these tragic songs, took off their hats and wept, waved their hands and shouted loudly.

"Long live the Chinese nation! Banzai! Hooray! ”

This huge cheer resounded over Nanjing, overshadowing the rain of bullets and bullets, showing the unyielding backbone of a nation!