All over Chuzhou City were plastered with notices of the containment of various troops, and those defeated soldiers who were collected by Yang Ling and them were half gone, and they all returned to the place instructed. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Yang Ling did not forcibly keep these brothers who were about to be separated soon, but sent them away with a smile, which made them greatly moved, and thanked Yang Ling for taking care of them all the way.

In a short period of four months, there were two bloody battles in Shanghai and Nanjing, and many of the elite units of the National Revolutionary Army were exhausted.

But Yang Ling knew that the twisted melon was not sweet, and sent away those who were going to leave to beat the brothers, which made the battalion commander Zhao Wenbin very puzzled.

"Brother Yang, these are all veterans rolling over in the rain of bullets, so you can't bear to let them go?"

Yang Ling smiled: "The twisted melon is not sweet, instead of staying, it is better to have multiple friends and multiple roads, we can be regarded as having a good relationship with them, and we may be able to help us when we are in trouble in the future."

Zhao Wenbin sighed: "That's all about the Year of the Monkey."

Liu Yidao walked around the streets of Chuzhou City in a big circle, and finally came back dejectedly: "Battalion commander, I didn't find the containment notice of our troops."

Yang Ling's guerrilla battalion originally belonged directly to Liu Xing's Jiangfang group, and later it was under the jurisdiction of the Nanjing Garrison Commander's Department.

"Let's find a place to stay, so that the brethren can rest."

Bloody battle all the way from Shanghai to Nanjing, Yang Ling and they barely took a breath, and now it is a great luck to be able to arrive in Chuzhou alive, since they can't find a home for a while, Yang Ling is not worried, and orders Qin Shou to find a place to live.

The entire city of Chuzhou was crowded with refugees and rout troops, and Yang Ling and the others came late, and in the end, they only spent ten oceans in the south of the city to let the local residents vacate two large courtyards, which allowed the remaining two hundred brothers to find a place to stay.

The wounded soldiers who came back from the rescue were sent to the First Military Hospital by them, and it was none of their business how to treat them in the future.

The brothers have been fighting the Japanese army with a tense spirit, and no one dares to be careless with their heads pinned to the waistbands of their trousers, and now they have arrived at Chuzhou City, the string in their heads has finally been loosened.

The brothers who loosened the strings were like rotten meat after being cramped and pulled out of their bones, and they casually found a place to sleep, and Yang Ling didn't bother to arrange a guard post, and it was still safe here.

Yang Ling also fell asleep tiredly, this sleep was really dark, countless nightmares followed, those bloody brothers, those hideous devils reversed back and forth, just like showing a black and white movie, making Yang Ling sweat profusely.

When Yang Ling woke up, it was already noon the next day, and the winter sun didn't know when it slowly climbed to the sky, although it was bright, but the air was still cold.

"Have you had a nightmare?"

Zhang Hongying sat in front of Yang Ling's bed, and after cleaning, her white face was restored, and her voice was still crisp and gentle, making Yang Ling feel that she was alive again.

Yang Ling sat up and nodded, looked at Zhang Hongying, who was full of tenderness in his eyes, and asked with concern, "Didn't you sleep?"

Zhang Hongying stood up and said with a smile: "I'll wake up a little earlier than you, hurry up, I've already boiled hot water for you, take a bath first."

After Zhang Hongying's reminder, Yang Ling found that the tattered military uniform on his body already exuded a sour smell, and he didn't feel it when he was crawling on the battlefield, but at this moment it was incompatible with this environment.

Yang Ling comfortably took a hot bath, washed off the blood and soil all over his body, changed into the clean clothes of the common people, and became refreshed again.

"You said Miss Zhang wouldn't like our battalion commander, right?"

Qin Shou was lazily lying on the Taishi chair basking in the sun, watching Zhang Hongying busy boiling water for Yang Ling and looking for clothes, he was very busy and asked curiously.

"Then you don't need to ask, our battalion commander looks like a talent, doesn't that little girl like it?" Liu Yidao also coaxed.

The old smoking gun was still wearing the tattered military uniform, leaning on the pillar and smashing and smashing the dry cigarette, looking at the busy Zhang Hongying, and secretly sighing in his heart Yang Ling's blessing.

Qin Shou said enviously: "When the battle is over, I will also ask Miss Zhang to introduce me to a good-looking female medical nurse, and then marry and give birth to a large group of fat boys."

Liu Yidao snorted and laughed: "Lao Qin, you are a piglet, there are still a large group, can those delicate female doctors and nurses take a fancy to you like a big guy like you?" Stop daydreaming. ”

Wang Huzi also moved coconut on the side: "Old Qin, let's leave the money to those Yao sisters, maybe one day it will be glorious, and it will be a day to be happy."

"Go, a bunch of mouse-eyed guys, can't I keep a thought?"

"Hahaha, you're a toad who wants to eat swan meat." The brethren laughed.

After a good night's sleep, these brothers refreshed their spirits, as if they had never experienced the bloody battle.

These veterans of a hundred battles recovered quickly, they forgot all about the things on the battlefield, and after all these years of fighting, they didn't care about those for a long time, and it was better to survive than anything else.

Wang Zikun, a student soldier who had only joined the battlefield for the first time in the Nanjing Campaign, sat alone against the wall, listening to the veterans' chatter and laughter, never saying a word, and still grieving in his heart.

The entire class of classmates who joined the army with him only survived the battle, and the cruelty of the war is tormenting this young student who is dedicated to serving the country.

Yang Ling packed everything up and asked Qin Shou to use the money they had saved to buy rice and some pork on the street to cook a good meal for the brothers.

Although the guerrilla battalion has not been established for a long time, it has fought a lot of battles and captured a lot, and all the money exchanged for it was thrown to Qin Shou, a fan of wealth, for safekeeping, and became a small treasury in the battalion.

Yang Ling sent people to the streets to inquire about the news of the garrison commander's headquarters, although he knew that this Nanjing was defeated, this garrison headquarters would definitely have to be revoked and merged into the third theater.

Yang Ling's guerrilla battalion directly belonged to the garrison commander's department, and now it has been crippled, and nine times out of ten it will be annexed to the third theater and will be swallowed up by other troops, and once it is pulled into the battlefield again, it is very likely to be cannon fodder on the battlefield.

Being cannon fodder is not what Yang Ling wants to see, so he has to find a way out in advance for the future of the guerrilla battalion, and strive to be able to rely on a larger backer.

The commanders who had withdrawn to Chuzhou had already left, and Yang Ling and the others had only found the person in charge of the temporary containment of the rout in Chuzhou City.

The person in charge of the containment of the rout is none other than Liu Ming, an old acquaintance of Yang Ling, and it is embarrassing for the two to see each other in such a scene.

"It's good to come back alive." Liu Ming was also very happy to see that Yang Ling was safe and sound.

Yang Ling also expressed his gratitude to Liu Ming for his help: "I have to thank Brother Liu for letting Jiao Chaoming deliberately convey the order, otherwise we wouldn't be able to cross the river alive."

Liu Ming sighed constantly when he heard Yang Ling mention this: "The retreat was too hasty, many troops and organs were blocked in Nanjing, and I don't know what happened, alas, this is the dereliction of duty of our headquarters......"

"With the ferocity of the devils, I'm afraid they will be more than lucky." Yang Ling didn't tell the truth in a vague way.

"Alas, this must have become a sinner of the nation."

"The responsibility for this matter is not on Brother Liu, you have done your best."

The two sighed relative to each other, sighing at the final defeat in the first battle of Nanjing, but things had already happened, and no amount of sighing was useless.

"How many of you troops?"

"There are more than 100 old brothers left, and some brothers from other troops have been gathered along the way, and now there are more than 200 people, but there is nowhere to go at present."