In the cold and damp evening, the north bank of Suzhou Creek was in a bustle and chaos, with the wounded and the troops who had been evacuated from the front line mixed together, and the shouts and curses were endless. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The situation on the front line has taken a sharp turn for the worse, the Gui army troops who counterattacked have almost lost everything, and the devils have broken through several positions of the defenders in a row, approaching the periphery of Dachang Town, and reinforcements from all walks of life are hurrying to the battlefield at this moment.

In a dilapidated house, there were bloodied wounded, all of whom had been withdrawn from the front line, missing arms and legs from the bombs, groaning and wailing in pain.

Zhang Hongying of the health team was so busy that her feet did not touch the ground, her fair face was full of tiredness, she had not closed her eyes for two days and two nights, but there were too many wounded, and they were sent down in a steady stream, and even the open space outside the house was full of stretchers for the wounded.

"Captain Zhang, our gauze is gone." The hygienist with a hurried look rushed to Zhang Hongying's front to report.

Zhang Hongying lifted the bloodless face, looked around, and finally pointed to the quilts covering the wounded and said, "The quilt is dismantled, torn into strips of cloth and disinfected with boiling water, and used as gauze for the time being."

At this moment, Yang Dashu, the platoon commander who served as the escort company of the health team, hurriedly ran to Zhang Hongying, his face full of worry: "Captain Zhang, I have inquired clearly, the Gui army troops on the front line have been defeated, and now the first army is holding it, and the devils have approached the Zoumatang area, and it will not be long before they come."

"Is there any news from Company Commander Yang?" Zhang Hongying looked up and asked.

Platoon Commander Yang Dashu shook his head, since they separated from Yang Ling and them that day, this desperate attempt to find someone is similar to looking for a needle in a haystack, and it will be found there.

Zhang Hongying's expression dimmed, and she never forgot the figure who was facing the artillery fire without hesitation, she stroked her short hair with her sideburns, and reluctantly squeezed out a smile: "Platoon Commander Yang, the safety of our health team depends on you."

Yang Dashu patted Peng Pengxiang on his chest: "Captain Zhang, don't worry, as long as I, Yang Dashu, am here, I guarantee that the devil can't hurt you a single hair."

Zhang Hongying nodded at Yang Dashu, then turned around and ran into the dilapidated house, and began to rescue the wailing wounded, but somehow he was a little absent-minded.

The bad news on the front line kept coming, Dingjiaqiao, Taoyuanbang, and Yunzaobang fell one after another, the devils had forced over, and the withdrawn troops were all embarrassed and scarred, Zhang Hongying would think of the cold and smiling company commander from time to time in addition to the nervous rescue, and I don't know what happened to him......

Yang Ling and the others were ordered to withdraw to the area south of the Beijing-Shanghai Railway and north of the Suzhou Creek, but all the roads were chaotic, the troops going to the front line and the troops withdrawn were mixed together, there were people everywhere, and there were roads that were trampled out everywhere, and they were very confused at the moment, because they were lost.

"Brother, do you know where the assembly point of the 174th Division is?" The old king ran to a gendarme who was maintaining order on the side of the road and asked loudly.

The gendarmes turned their heads and shouted: "What did you say?"

"I said, do you know where the 174th Division is staging? They were given orders north of the Suzhou Creek and south of the Beijing-Shanghai Railway. The old king repeated loudly.

The gendarmes pointed to the way they came from and said, "You are going wrong, this is the road to Nanxiang Station, you should turn left at the previous intersection!"

The old king drooped his head and returned to the dozens of defeated soldiers standing on the side of the road and said, "We are on the wrong path, and we have to go back."

The exhausted remnants had to turn around and follow the troops who had rushed to the front line to walk back, and when they came to a fork in the road, they continued to the left, and the remnants of the soldiers who tossed back and forth were even more tired.

Along the way, there were marching troops everywhere, carrying all kinds of weapons and speaking with different accents, Yang Ling and they marched for about two hours, and it was already dark, and only then did they find the temporary dispatch point of the 21st Group Army in a tent on the side of the road.

"You wait here, I'll take a look." Yang Ling explained to the remnants, crossed the muddy road with his rifle and went straight to the dispatch point set up on the side of the road.

There was only one staff officer of the 21st Group Army and a few guards with guns at the temporary dispatch point, and when Yang Ling explained his intentions, the staff officer of the group army directly threw a sentence to Yang Ling: "Our 21st Group Army has been ordered to withdraw to the west, and you should now go to the Hejiang Pavilion in front to assemble and wait for the arrangement."

Yang Ling had no choice but to return and continue to move forward with the sleepy and tired remnants, and at about ten o'clock in the evening, they struggled to find the assembly point of Hejiang Pavilion.

The assembly point in Hejiang Pavilion was also crowded, the neighing of mules and horses, and countless bloodstained stragglers continued to converge here, and the **** road made this place noisy, and nearly 700,000 troops gathered on this battlefield, and all the order became collapsed and became chaotic.

At this moment, Yang Ling and they have been tossing on the road for a whole day, and everyone is tired and exhausted, but fortunately, here they finally have a chance to rest their feet, and after registering, they received a few shabby marching blankets and a bag of dried steamed buns, and finally rested.

The campsite is extremely simple, there are no houses to live in, all the houses have been blown up and collapsed, and even a tent can not be found.

Fortunately, they received a few worn-out marching blankets and a bag of dried steamed buns, and dozens of people divided the dry food, rested early, and tossed all day, and no one had the strength to care about other things at the moment.

Yang Ling didn't even arrange sentries, after all, there were still more than ten miles away from the battlefield, and the devils wouldn't be able to beat them for a while.

They slept very restlessly that night, for there were soldiers passing on the road not far away, and the noise and noise did not stop.

Yang Ling finally squinted for a while when it was almost dawn, but the subsequent explosion woke him up again, and the devil's plane blew up several houses at the Hejiang Pavilion assembly point, rumbling and stirring up smoke and dust in the sky.

"Help!" When the devil plane circled away, Yang Ling and the others, who were lying on the ground and hidden, rushed to the temporary command room of the assembly point, but it had already collapsed.

They pulled out more than a dozen corpses from the rubble, including the platoon leader of the guard who they had distributed to them last night, but at this moment his intestines were blown out, and he couldn't die anymore.

"What the fuck is this!" Seeing more than a dozen dusty corpses, some people cursed quietly, venting their inner dissatisfaction.