The low-rise residential area was dilapidated and bleak in the cold and gray winter day, and the messy vegetable garden outside the residential area was littered with footprints, with only a few rotten leaves scattered in a mess. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Smoke still rises from the ruins of the bomb explosion, and several gendarmes with machine guns around their necks are squatting on the side of the road smoking cigarettes.

Yang Ling and the others crossed the several gendarmes squatting on the side of the road, and went straight into the residential area, the houses on both sides of the road were more dilapidated than expected, and the eaves were full of decadent soldiers, their uniforms were all different and messy, and it was obvious that the various units were scattered.

"It smells damn bad." Liu Yidao trampled on the dirty muddy water, while covering his nose and cursing dissatisfiedly, the sour and turbid air mixed with the residential area made him really unbearable.

The conditions here are terrible, but the soldiers lying under the eaves with blank and numb faces make Yang Ling even more worried, they used to be brave and good soldiers, and after this series of vicious battles, they have become like this, which makes people's noses sour.

"Officers above the company level register here! The others go over there! "There were officers holding up broken horns and shouting hoarsely at the newly arrived soldiers.

Yang Ling took Liu Yidao and Qin Shou to register at the officer registration office, and the officer in charge of recording heard that Yang Ling had withdrawn from Jiangyin, and couldn't help but look at them more.

The registered officer handed Yang Ling the new identity tag to them, and asked more: "Brother, can I ask you about something?"

Liu Yidao glanced at the registered officer and said, "What's the matter?"

The officer showed gratitude: "Did you see the people of the 122nd Brigade of the 334th Division when you withdrew?"

"What are you asking for?" Liu Yidao's face was full of doubts.

The officer said with a gloomy expression: "My brother is a company commander in the third battalion of the 668th Regiment of the 334th Brigade, and I heard that many people died when you broke through.

"When we broke through, we were responsible for blocking the enemy behind the palace, and the 122nd Division withdrew first, I estimate that it should be fine." Yang Ling said with relief.

"I hope so." The officer in charge of registration shook his head helplessly, although he didn't get any news of his brother, but he finally felt better.

"You go over there first to get supplies and food, and someone will come to organize it later." The officer pointed to the house more than a hundred meters away.

"Thank you very much." Yang Ling thanked him, and took Liu Yidao and Qin Shou straight to the material collection office.

With the identity documents issued by them, each of them successfully received a cotton coat, a broken military blanket and three steamed buns.

"Hehe, brother, this mouth has faded out of the bird, is there any meat?" Liu Yidao was not particular about it, and while stuffing the steamed buns into his mouth, he asked the lieutenant who distributed the steamed buns.

"If you want to eat meat, if you have the money, go and buy it yourself." The lieutenant glanced at Liu Yidao and kindly pointed them out.

After Liu Yidao heard the lieutenant's words, he went straight to a smoked and charred room, and soon came back with half a roast chicken wrapped in oiled paper.

"Damn, it's really black-hearted, half a roast chicken asked Lao Tzu for five oceans, blacker than a bandit!"

Qin Shou hurriedly ripped off the oil paper, pointed to the nearby soldiers and said, "I said you just stop, it's good to have something to eat, you can see them eating salted water and rice."

Although Qin Shou was relieved, Liu Yidao's heart was still uncomfortable, it was money, money spent in vain, and the money he worked so hard to earn back was made away by black-hearted vendors, and he was distressed.

Yang Ling and his officers enjoyed good treatment, but when they saw those brothers in the guerrilla camp eating salt water and rice, they couldn't bear it, so they patted Qin Shou on the shoulder and said, "Get two roast chickens for our brothers too."

Qin Shou responded, and spent some ocean to get roast chicken for the brothers in the guerrilla camp, although the first meal in Nanjing was okay, but it was better than starving, so they ate cleanly, and almost swallowed the chicken bones.

Just after eating, the devil plane with blood-red plaster flags roared again, and the containment station was suddenly a mess, and the soldiers fled to hide.

The devil's plane swooped down at a low altitude, and the on-board machine guns opened fire with a clatter, and the devil's plane under the hazy sky was like a steel monster breathing fire, and the violent bullets shattered the trajectory where it passed, and many soldiers who couldn't dodge were immediately splashed with flesh and blood.

No one dared to save the wounded and wailing soldiers, because the second wave of devil planes dived down again, and some soldiers pulled the bolts of their guns and began to crack with rifle fire, but they were indifferent, and more people died under the bullets of the machine guns, and the muddy and dirty water was also stained red.

The devil's plane only dived twice before it was pulled up, and Liu Yidao poked his head out from behind the water tank and pointed to the sky: "Battalion commander, it seems that the plane is fighting."

Yang Ling raised his eyes to look at the sky and saw that the Chinese plane painted with the blue sky and white sun flag also flew into the sky, and at this moment it was strangled with the plane of the devil soldiers.

Dozens of planes rolled up and down in the sky to catch and fight, like a large flock of crows under the hazy sky, looking at the thrilling scene, so that the soldiers who were now watching the battle on the ground were frightened, shouting to refuel their own planes, and every time they saw a devil plane falling with smoke, they broke out into a huge cheer.

The roar of the plane's engine echoed in the cold wind, and the members of the Fourth Flying Group led by Gao Zhihang, a hero of the Chinese Air Force, fought a bloody battle against the invading devil plane formation at high altitude.

And this time the devil plane that came to attack was the Kisarazu Brigade, they are old rivals, in the early battle in Shanghai, the Kisarazu Brigade was almost wiped out by the Fourth Chinese Flying Brigade, and this time they came with a vengeful rage.

The pilots of the Chinese Air Force were not afraid of a strong enemy, dared to fight, and bravely met the devil's plane, and the planes of both sides flew up and down, and the melee was a mess, so that the soldiers on the ground watching the battle were dazzled, and they could not see who was who at all.

Soon more than a dozen planes flew in from the direction of Nanjing to join the battle group, and they were the volunteer pilots of the Soviet Union's aid to China, and they fought side by side with the Chinese pilots, and the devil Kisarazu brigade was defeated one after another.

"Our plane has fallen, go and save people." The soldiers who were watching the battle on the ground found that the plane painted with the blue sky and white sun flag was falling in smoke and hurriedly ran towards the crash site.

The plane landed in the farmland outside the residential area, and they rescued the pilot from the fire, but they did not have time to parachute from such a high fall, and the Soviet volunteer pilot who came to China's aid had already fallen into a puddle of flesh, and the soldiers stared at the devil plane in the sky and gritted their teeth hatefully, scolding the devil plane for refueling their own side.

The Chinese pilots were also particularly competitive, and the Devil's Kisarazu Brigade gradually became overwhelmed after half an hour of fierce fighting, and soon retreated in defeat and fled to the distance.