The winter morning in the south of the Yangtze River was gloomy and cold, and several dilapidated fishing boats sailed to the north bank of the Yangtze River with the vigorous rowing of oars, and the fishing boats were full of brothers who were blocking the pursuit of the devils behind the palace. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

They were covered with blood and gunsmoke, looking back at the billowing black smoke and sporadic gunfire in Jiangyin City, their expressions were lonely and depressed, although they took the initiative to evacuate, but they knew that this was no different from losing the battle.

A large group of devil soldiers with bayonets came out of the fog of Huangtian Harbor, and the shiny steel helmets and yellow dog skins stood out in the dilapidated and gray port, and the brothers on the fishing boats had red eyes and gritted their teeth with hatred.

"Hurry up! Splash! The old smoker watched as the devils who chased him to the river began to raise their guns, sweating profusely, and hurriedly beckoned the brothers to row to the north bank.

The devil's 38 big cover crackled, bullets whizzed from the side of the brothers, some people were hit in the arm and grinned in pain, in addition to the rowers, Yang Ling also ordered the brothers on the boat to fight back.

The bullets on both sides came and went, and the devil's small steel cannon was also set up, and a huge column of water rose around the fishing boat.

Although the devil's small steel cannon did not hit the fishing boat full of soldiers, the splashing column of water poured down head-on, causing the brothers on the fishing boat to drench all over their bodies, and the cold and biting water of the river made the brothers shiver and provoke them to scold.

"Little devil, draft grandma!"

"Mom, little devil, Lao Tzu cursed you little devils who gave birth to dolls and didn't ******** turtle sons, Lao Tzu drafted Niangle!"

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The brothers on the fishing boat rushed to scold, venting the anger in their hearts, and if they couldn't beat it, they scolded hard, and the one who scolded was called a hearty one, and they almost didn't greet the eighteenth generation ancestor of the devil.

Although the little devil didn't understand, he didn't expect it to be a good word, and he also cried out, and the two sides ended the battle with a scolding battle in this cold and gray winter morning.

The fishing boats and speedboats in Huangtian Harbor were taken away by the Chinese troops crossing the river, and although the devils were so angry, they could only watch Yang Ling and them get farther and farther away, gradually disappearing into the mist on the river.

"This way, this way." The fishing boat was still some distance from the shore, and from a distance, there was a person standing on the tidal flat on the north shore waving his arms vigorously and shouting to Yang Ling, who hurriedly ordered someone to row the boat that way.

The fishing boat docked, everyone jumped on the shore one after another, a rugged northwest man with a big knife on his back and a barge gun in his waist rushed over, Yang Ling fixed his eyes and saw it, isn't this Liu Yidao, the company commander of the supplementary regiment.

"Battalion commander!" Liu Yidao had a slashed beard, and his face looked full of vicissitudes, and it was a standard military salute to run to Yang Ling and stand on the ground.

"Okay, okay, what are you and I polite," Yang Ling glanced around and asked, "Why are you staying here alone, and the others." ”

Liu Yidao smiled, put down his raised hand, pointed to the distance and said: "The brothers of the supplementary regiment have already followed Commander Xu and they retreated first, and the regiment asked me to stay and wait for you, he said that he was afraid that you would not find the way." ”

Yang Ling nodded, and secretly said in his heart that Liu Ming was still righteous, and he immediately asked, "Have you seen Zhao Wenbin's battalion commander and them?" ”

Yang Ling and their guerrilla battalion and Zhao Wenbin's second battalion fought side by side, when retreating, Zhao Wenbin led the wounded and the main force to retreat first, and Yang Ling took people to cover the palace.

Liu Yidao replied: "It's been several hours since they were chased, and I'm afraid they won't be able to catch up now." ”

Yang Ling heard that Zhao Wenbin and they had withdrawn safely, and the stone hanging in his heart also fell to the ground, last night was too chaotic, the infiltration troops of the devils were interspersed too fast, and he was also worried that Zhao Wenbin and them would be scattered with a large number of wounded.

"Qin Shou, blow up the ship, let's go." After Yang Ling figured out the situation, he immediately beckoned Qin Shou to blow up the ship and prepare to continue evacuating.

Now the devils are on the other side of the river, and the devil's fleet is also swimming in the lower reaches of Jiangyin, with the fall of the Jiangyin fortress, a large number of devils will definitely cross the river to catch up, so without further ado, immediately evacuate along the river to Nanjing according to the predetermined plan.

As the fighting approached their homes, the road to Nanjing was crowded with fleeing people, the noisy mix of mules and horses and the sound of tired wheezing were in a clamor as the people fled westward in fear.

The scrawny woman stumbled in the mud with babbling children on her back, the gray-haired old men supported each other forward, the cotton robes they were wrapped in were already covered with mud, and the hurried flow of people surged westward, winding with no end in sight, and an inexplicable atmosphere of sadness and sorrow filled the air.

Countless dejected soldiers mixed with the fleeing crowd and flowed westward, these rout soldiers were in tatters, and the guns on their shoulders were crooked, and they had lost the spirit of a soldier.

The routs mixed with the refugees were not only groups of three or five, but also platoons and companies, all of them without exception were in a hurry, desperate to escape from the battlefield that was about to be war, but some of the routs that followed the refugees were different from other routs.

Although these routs, who were also dressed in tattered old uniforms, were also mixed with the refugees and hurried westward, they were not as lonely and depressed as the other routs, and their faces hidden under the brim of their hats were full of determination, and although they were well hidden, their eyes revealed a fierce light.

A "rout" carrying a 79 rifle squeezed forward in the crowd, looking around the crowd from time to time with bright eyes, and was accidentally knocked down by a refugee who squeezed forward into the ditch on the side of the road, and was covered in muddy water, which immediately made him furious, stood up and kicked the refugee to the ground, took off the 79 rifle and aimed it at the refugee.

"Boss, I didn't mean it, I didn't mean it." When the refugee saw the muzzle of the black hole pointed at him, he turned pale with fright.

Hurriedly knelt on the ground and asked for forgiveness from the rout, although the rout had lost the battle, the people at the bottom were still full of fear of them with guns.

"Put the gun down, how can you point the gun at the people." A squinted-eyed officer pushed through the crowd, glanced at the rout who pulled the bolt of his gun, and walked over to help the refugee up: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'll teach him a good lesson." ”

"Sir, it's my fault, I accidentally bumped into the boss......"

The squinted-eyed officer in a gray military uniform hurriedly waved his hand and said, "It's my subordinates who are wrong, we are angry when we lost the battle, please don't mind." As he spoke, he yelled at the defeated soldier: "Don't apologize to the fellow yet!" ”

"I'm sorry." Although the defeated soldier was extremely reluctant, he still opened his mouth stiffly.

The officer took out a piece of ocean stuff from his bosom and gave it to the refugee and said, "If you take this piece of ocean, I will apologize for him." ”

"Sir, I can't ask for it, I can't ask for ......it," the refugee said in fear, but was forced into the hands of the squint-eyed officer, and then the squint-eyed officer waved his hand, leading people into the crowd and quickly disappeared.

"Good guy, really good guy." The refugees held the ocean in their hands and looked at the direction in which the squint-eyed officers had left, their eyes full of tears.

"Fujita-kun, if you are reckless and impulsive next time, I will kill you with my own hands-" In the faint escort of dozens of routs, the squint-eyed officer regained his indifference, whispering a lesson to the rout who almost fired.

"Your Excellency Shaozuo, don't worry, I will never be impulsive." The rout also realized his recklessness at this moment, and hurriedly assured.