The brethren of the guerrilla battalion quickly built a new line of defense in the dilapidated streets, which were covered with sandbags and barbed wire, and the narrow and dilapidated streets were almost blocked. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Yang Ling and the others knew the devil's attack routine, so they left a few observation posts, and the rest of the brothers all withdrew to a strong house a few hundred meters behind to brag nonsense.

A truckload full of ammunition was also sent to the Zhonghe Bridge position from the rear, and along with it came a verbal commendation from Liu Xing, deputy commander of the garrison, saying that their guerrilla battalion was the pillar of the country and an example for the whole army, and hoped that they would continue to fight bravely against the enemy and not disappoint the leader's expectations.

Deputy Commander Liu Xing's praise made many recruits become more energetic, as if they were really pillars of talent.

The veterans who rolled over from the mountains of corpses and blood didn't care, they were calloused when they heard these words, this was just a sugar-coated cannonball that encouraged them to be cannon fodder, and whoever believed it was finished.

It was rare for the commander's department to be generous, and sent sufficient weapons, ammunition and food, but Yang Ling's mood was not happy at all, this was to keep their lives in Nanjing.

Yang Ling carried a gun and patrolled the positions of each company, and his figure was like a shot in the arm, reassuring the brothers that he, the commander, was with them.

"Little brother, aren't you afraid of war?" Yang Ling no longer had the seriousness he had when he fought, and he became extraordinarily cordial.

The student replied: "Don't be afraid of ......"

Yang Ling smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "I'm not afraid it's fake, I was also afraid when I went to the battlefield, and I was so scared that I almost peed my pants."

Hearing Yang Ling's self-deprecation, the student soldier chuckled, and suddenly felt that he was not ashamed to be afraid, and opened his mouth to admit: "Sir, in fact, I am also afraid."

Yang Ling said inspiringly: "Don't be afraid of a man, there are still 40,000 people waving flags and shouting behind us, we are fighting a national war, and we can't embarrass our hometown fathers and elders."

"Yes!"

Yang Ling's words seemed to have infinite power, dispelling the tension and uneasiness in the student soldier's heart and making him firm.

The Guanghuamen counterattack made the guerrilla battalion earn enough face and stood up in front of the brother troops, Yang Ling, the battalion commander, made great contributions, but he also knew that without the brothers' hard work, even if he Yang Ling had three heads and six arms, he would be in vain.

The veterans are crawling and rolling in the rain of bullets, and naturally they will not be fooled into selling their lives like the recruits, what they care about is the real thing.

"Qin Shou, take some silver dollars out."

Almost all the silver dollars seized by the guerrilla battalion were handed over to Qin Shou for safekeeping, which could be regarded as the guerrilla battalion's own small mobile treasury, which was used to buy scarce medicines and food, because the salary issued above was not enough.

Qin Shou, the big housekeeper, pulled the canvas bag and asked distressedly, "Battalion commander, how much do you want?"

Yang Ling thought for a moment and said, "Take two hundred silver dollars."

The two hundred silver dollars in Ming Huanghuang were heavy in his hand, and Yang Ling summoned some brave veterans over and praised them in public.

"Shunzi, your reconnaissance platoon did a good job, this time the reward is fifty silver dollars, do a good job."

Junzi grinned, his heels slammed on the ground, and he raised his hand to salute Yang Ling, but Yang Ling stopped him with a smile: "You want the devil to hit me with a black gun, right?"

Shunzi smiled, hurriedly took the silver dollar from Yang Ling's hand, and his heart blossomed, and when the battle was over, he could go to live happily again.

All the brave veterans and the company Yang Ling were praised one by one, and the real silver dollars made these veterans feel greatly satisfied.

"Brothers, I, Yang Ling, still say the same thing, with my Yang Ling to eat, you will definitely be indispensable, as long as you follow me to fight devils well, I will definitely not be able to treat everyone badly."

Yang Ling's voice was not loud but sonorous, and every veteran heard it in his heart, and he was glad to have met such a good commander.

In the National Revolutionary Army, there was a serious shortage of salaries, and most of the military salaries were greedy by the officers, and there was very little left that could be distributed to the soldiers.

Instead of being greedy for the military salaries of the Mo brothers, Yang Ling often used the captured materials to praise the meritorious brothers, which not only strengthened the cohesion of the troops, but also enabled the brothers to die for him.

Although Yang Ling was particularly strict in battle, in the eyes of the guerrilla battalion soldiers, he was a good commander worthy of his life, and he was respected by them whether it was clear rewards and punishments or charging into battle.

The guerrilla battalion Guanghuamen counterattack not only recaptured the gap in the city wall, but also regained the position of Zhonghe Bridge, although it earned enough limelight, but it made the devil angry.

The commander of the 36th Wing of the devil, Jiro Wakiita, called for the support of the artillery of the air force, so the retaliation came quickly.

The roar of the motor reverberated in the air, and four devil planes appeared in the sky and swooped straight down towards the Zhonghe Bridge position.

"The machine gun is ready to be beaten by Lao Tzu!"

The blacksmith, the commander of the machine gun company, was hot-tempered and yelled and prepared to strafe the air.

"What to fight, hurry up and hide."

The firepower of the machine gun is no different from tickling for the devil plane, but it will expose the position, and the gain outweighs the loss, so Yang Ling opened his mouth in time to stop it, it is better to leave the bullet to the devil infantry.

The devil's plane was arrogant and arrogant, and it swooped down as it roared, and the bullets as thick as corn stalks swept down the head and face, and the crash made a chaotic sound.

The brothers of the guerrilla battalion had already gotten into the sturdy houses, and although the devil's dive-strafing looked ferocious, they did not hurt anyone, and they dived back and forth a few times, circled a few times, threw bombs, and flew away.

"Why didn't our plane fly?" Seeing the appearance of the devil's plane showing off its might, someone asked loudly with dust in his mouth.

"I heard that there are not a few left, and they are all withdrawn to Wuhan......

Although the Chinese Air Force fought stubbornly, its strength was inferior, and after suffering heavy losses in the face of crow-like swarms of devil planes, it had to withdraw from the battlefield, so that Nanjing's air supremacy was completely lost.

As soon as the devil plane left, a sharp whistling sound was heard in the air, and the devil heavy artillery unit arranged at the Gaoqiao Gate immediately began to shell, and the 150 caliber heavy artillery began to roar violently.

Shells poured down on the positions of the defenders of the Zhonghe Bridge with unstoppable arrogance.

The first shell smashed through the rubble and landed in a newspaper office, which was lifted into the sky in the flames of the explosion, raising a mushroom cloud tens of meters high.

All the window panes in the entire Zhonghe Bridge block were shattered in this violent tremor, and they fell to the ground with a bang, and the ground shook suddenly, so that many crumbling walls could no longer withstand the shock wave and collapsed.

The revenge of the devil soldiers came violently, the second and third shells came one after another, the earth trembled, the sky was full of smoke and dust, the ears of the defenders were roaring, nothing could be heard, nothing could be seen, the roof was rubble falling down, and the house was full of light.

Although Zhang Lingfu's troops, which were arranged in the front-line positions, hid in a solid house, under the bombardment of such heavy artillery, no cover worked, and from time to time some people were blown up into the sky, and when they fell, they could no longer distinguish their arms and legs.