The gray procession lined up in two columns to face the cold wind and turned in the direction of Nanjing City, and from time to time encountered a large group of refugees driving mules and horses with packages between them, and there was a lot of noise. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The refugees, dressed in patchy and messy clothes, stood on the side of the road and watched the neat army march by, their eyes blank and their faces numb.

The war made them displaced and homeless, and as soldiers, Yang Ling saw those ragged and skinny refugees, and their hearts were as uncomfortable as being stabbed by a knife.

Although he was in pain and helpless in his heart, but now that the devil is at his peak, the gap between the national strength of the two sides is very large, and they can't fight desperately, Yang Ling knows that this war will not be finished for a while and a half, and these people will suffer more.

Every time he thought of this, Yang Ling couldn't wait to grow three heads and six arms, kill all those vicious devils, and return these people to peace.

The retreating party marched forward in silence, ashamed that they could not take on the duty of defending their home and country as soldiers, and although these refugees did not blame them and made way for them, they made their hearts even more uncomfortable, and hurried forward, unable to bear to see the disappointed eyes of the people.

Yang Ling and the others in Jiangyin County covered the retreating people for a night, and after leaving the war, they hurried all the way, and nearly 200 brothers were sleepy and tired.

"Battalion commander, the devil won't be able to catch up for a while, let's rest, we can't walk."

Although he walked in the cold wind, the bloodstained tattered uniform of the old smoking gun was already soaked with sweat, and he hunched his body, his hands on his knees and panting.

Yang Ling also stopped, stretched out his sleeve to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and ordered the brothers to stop and rest for half an hour before continuing the march.

The procession stopped at a small pool, and the weary brothers immediately fell to the ground like mud, and they lay on the ground screaming.

"I said battalion commander, you said that the surname Zhao is not a rabbit, we have been chasing for so long and we haven't even caught up with a shadow." The old cigarette whined as he poured cold water down his throat.

Zhao Wenbin withdrew across the river with the wounded soldiers and the main force first, and Yang Ling and the others chased after them all the way, but they didn't catch up, and they didn't know where they ran to.

Yang Ling also found a clean place to sit down, and instructed the old smoking gun: "Brother Zhou, you go over there to inquire and ask for directions."

"Holo." The old cigarette gun re-screwed the lid of the kettle and patted his ass to get up.

"Everyone, take a break and eat! We'll have to hurry later. Yang Ling yelled at the brothers, then took out his own dry food and nibbled on it.

The fat man Tian San sat down with his back against half of the stump, and took out a piece of multigrain cake from the canvas bag he was carrying on his body, although it was cold and hard, but he was really hungry and panicked, so he grabbed it directly and stuffed it into his mouth.

The cold multigrain cake was as hard as a stone, and the fat man Tian San's teeth hurt when he bit down, and it was even more difficult to chew, and the wild vegetables and sieve chaff in it were like sand in his mouth, and he simply didn't bother to chew and swallow it directly into his stomach.

When he ate one of the multigrain cakes and grabbed the second one, suddenly his eyes skimmed to two thin figures looking at him not far away.

These are two skinny children, unkempt and unkempt for I don't know how long they haven't washed their faces, and they are swallowing saliva and staring at the multigrain cake in the fat man's hand.

Seeing the pitiful appearance of the two fleeing children, the fat man's heart softened, and then he looked at the only piece of multigrain cake he had left, gritted his teeth and pulled half of it down.

"Hungry, it's for you." The fat man walked up to the child, handed out the multigrain cake divided into two pieces, and said to the two stared children in as gentle a tone as possible.

The two thin children were also very hungry, and immediately devoured the multigrain cake, the hungry appearance made the fat man a little at a loss, and hurriedly reminded: "Slow down, slow down, don't choke."

The two children were obedient, perhaps because the multigrain cake was too rough, and they slowed down their eating, and the fat man smiled, and sat down again in front of the stump, holding the remaining half of the multigrain cake in his hand, and shook his head with a smile, and took a bite.

But after taking a bite, the fat man did not bite any more, because more than a dozen skinny children surrounded him, staring at the only half of the multigrain cake in his hand.

When he saw these children, the fat man was soft-hearted, but he himself was hungry, and he waved his hand to them and said, "Go and ask for it somewhere else, I have only half a piece left."

But these children didn't leave, stared at by so many pairs of pitiful eyes, and the fat man Tian San really couldn't eat.

In the end, he gritted his teeth and handed out the remaining half of the piece, so be hungry if you are hungry, don't give these children food, look at their appearance, I'm afraid they won't survive tomorrow, and they can still stand up, the fat man comforted himself like this.

Half a piece of multigrain cake was really not enough, and the hungry children turned their eyes to the canvas bag that the fat man was carrying, and the green eyes made the fat man a little frightened.

He hurriedly covered his canvas bag, grabbed his gun and stood up, and the children followed suit, and under the children's gaze, the fat man fled back to the group in embarrassment.

Nearly 200 brothers suffered similar to the fat man, and when they saw them eating and drinking, the refugees around them slowly gathered around.

The kind-hearted brethren could not bear to watch the refugees starve, so they took out the dry rations they had brought with them, and soon they squandered what they had eaten.

"Thank you, boss, thank you, the old man knelt down for you." A skinny old man trembled with two biscuits in his hands, and was about to kneel down and kowtow to Qin Shou.

Qin Shou hurriedly turned sideways and helped the old man up, "I only have these few cookies, if there are more, I will definitely give you more......"

"Boss, you are a good person, a good person, Peach Blossom, thank you Boss." The old man hurriedly pulled the little girl beside him to thank Qin Shou.

The old man's thousand thanks made Qin Shou blush, he only gave two biscuits, but he was so thanked, seeing the miserable appearance of the old man and the little girl, Qin Shou felt compassion, turned around and asked Liu Yidao for some food and stuffed it to the old man.

"You're eating turnips and worrying, you can take care of so many people." Liu Yidao saw Qin Shou raise his neck and pour cold water on himself, sneering while eating.

"It's a little bit if you can help."

"Then you are hungry, I see how you are hungry and rush to Nanjing."

Qin Shou looked at the refugees who dragged their families with their families, and felt a faint pain in his heart, if there was no war, I am afraid that they would be able to farm and support their families, and they would be displaced, this damn war, damn devils.

Yang Ling inquired about these refugees to flee to Nanjing, and thought of the mountains of corpses and blood in Nanjing in history, and hurriedly sent people to dissuade them.

"Don't go to Nanjing, Nanjing is about to fight, if you go, you will be sent to death, go to other places to escape!"