The day dawned quickly, the morning light passed through the diffuse river fog and illuminated the river surface red, and the cold waves crashed against the river beach, washing the dead bodies into the river, and the river surface was full of floating corpses, and it was blood-red. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The thick black smoke in the city of Nanjing rose and dissipated in mid-air, it was the aftermath of countless burning buildings, and the burning ashes drifted up with the morning breeze and fell on the houses, people's shoulders, like a mighty black snow.

The river beach was still crowded, the gunfire from inside the city was getting closer and closer, and despair and panic hung over everyone's heart.

Zhao Wenbin, the temporary commander of the river crossing who had been busy all night, had bloodshot eyes, looked at the soldiers and civilians who were scrambling to climb to the boat, and felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

Yang Ling led the gathered rout soldiers still near the city gate to block the rushing Japanese troops, they have been fighting all night, everyone who is still alive is hung with color, the Japanese have never been able to break through their defensive line, but their defense is becoming more and more difficult.

In the first half of the night, three broken gendarmerie regiments and thousands of policemen led by General Xiao Shanling, the mayor of Nanjing, fought for five hours, and all of them were killed and martyred.

Yang Ling initially heard that General Xiao Shanling had such a powerful force under his command and should be able to hold out until dawn, so he maintained the order of the river beach with the limited forces he had gathered, and did not go to support, but he underestimated the madness of the Japanese army, so that General Xiao Shanling and all of them died before realizing the seriousness of the matter.

The nerves of the Japanese troops had been stimulated to a frenzy by the killing and blood, and they had thought that the hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians in the city of Nanjing would be surrounded by them, and even the commander Tang Shengzhi would be captured by them, and they would occupy Nanjing with a complete victory posture and force China to submit.

But they miscalculated, the commanders of the garrison fled, and the soldiers and civilians of Nanjing were also beginning to evacuate from Xiaguan, which made the Japanese troops who attacked the city very angry, so they frantically rushed towards Xiaguan, trying to intercept the fleeing civilians.

Yang Ling was exhausted from fighting in the dark night, and when they saw the Japanese army being killed and retreated by them again, the surviving brothers could no longer support it, and collapsed in the pile of corpses, breathing greedily.

The humid air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the brethren, who were breathing heavily, inhaled the damp smell of blood into their lungs, feeling extremely uncomfortable, and some of them coughed violently.

The two sides fought all night in the streets and alleys where the corpses were piled up, but now that it was dawn, they could finally see the battlefield clearly, even those veterans who had experienced a hundred battles were pale at the moment, and those surviving student soldiers were even more unbearable and vomited, until the yellow water in the stomach was vomited, and only retching remained.

Blood-stained legs and feet were piled up in layers, whether it was ruins or blood-soaked streets, they were filled with dead bodies, as if they were covered with a thick layer of mats, and the blood that flowed out had coagulated and turned dark red, and the whole shoe would be soaked with blood and become wet when you stepped on it.

Yang Ling and his brothers who came up with reinforcements lost two-thirds of them in a fierce battle overnight, but the Japanese army also did not bargain, and the headless body of the Japanese Shaozuo was planted in a pool of blood, and was hacked to death by two brothers who were dying with the last remnants of their strength.

The medic Kiko was leading his dozen or so student soldiers who had left home halfway through the corpses, rescuing the wounded soldiers who were still panting.

Kiko, a medical soldier who has always pursued life-saving and wounded care, didn't care about it at the moment, and when she encountered those wounded Japanese soldiers who were still panting, she also made up for it very ruthlessly.

The mournful whistle echoed in the city of Nanjing, and the Japanese soldiers with blood on their shoulders ran along the streets and roared for help: "There is a branch of the army by the river!" There is still a branch army by the river! ”

When the Japanese troops who were killing people and sweeping through the city heard this, they immediately poured into the direction of Shimonoseki like wolves smelling fish.

The Japanese army of the brigade ran through the ruined streets, the streets were trampled to the sky, countless smoke and dust were raised, and blood-red plaster flags fluttered in the blood-colored city.

The news of the presence of the Chinese army on the riverside spread like the wind through the streets and alleys, reaching the ears of the Japanese soldiers who were venting their ** on the people, and they swooped in the direction of Xiaguan one after another, trying to make another meritorious service.

Before the Japanese infantry who pounced on Shimonoseki had arrived, the roaring Japanese planes had already pierced the morning light and flew to the Shimonoseki river beach, and the roar of the huge motor pierced people's ear drums, making the crowd crowded on the river beach scream in panic.

"The devil plane is coming! Hide! The soldiers who maintained order shouted loudly.

But there was nowhere to hide on the beach except the grass that had been trampled into the mud, and I watched as the steel monster swooped down and flew down, making a loud whistling sound in my ears.

"Dada-da-"

The Japanese planes began to dive and strafe, the machine guns spewed out a series of tongues of fire, and the bullets the thickness of corn stalks swept down the crowd, and the people crowded on the machine gun trajectory were all shattered and blood and flesh were splattered.

As soon as one plane swooped down, another followed, plowing blood bands through the crowd on the beach, and the dead and alive rolled into the icy water, blood-red.

Japanese planes swooped back and forth on the river beach to strafe and bomb, and an aerial bomb fell into the pile, blasting up the sky full of mud and flesh with a bang, and dozens of civilians were left with only stumps and severed bodies.

The whole beach was in shambles, screaming and wailing was everywhere, and the soldiers who maintained order shouted and raised their guns to shoot, but the planes swept by, and all they were left with a pile of rotten meat.

The swarms of Japanese planes flew back and forth like crows, and the Japanese pilots let out a hideous laugh when they saw the people running in all directions running wolf suddenly, and they liked this feeling.

But soon they got tired of playing, and the planes swept towards the boats on the river, and the fishing boats full of people crossing the river were blurred by the flesh and blood they shot.

The ships were shattered, bombs were dropped on huge columns of water, many ships were set in flames, and in the explosion, people and ships were blown into pieces.

Yang Ling was also under heavy attack near the city gate they were guarding, and dozens of Japanese tanks rampage along the streets.

These tanks were bombarding with a bang, while crushing those corpses and rushing forward, the chain blood was still spinning fast, under the crushing of these steel monsters, Yang Ling and they couldn't stop it, the position was broken, and they could only fight and retreat, retreating to the river beach, the Japanese tanks chased Yang Ling and their buttocks unrelentingly, and watched the brothers fall one by one, Yang Ling's eyes were red, and he wanted to go back to fight, but he was dragged and ran by Wang Huzi.

The mud on the river beach was like rotten tofu, and the Japanese tanks rushed up to the river beach and fell into the mud, lying down, and could only turn the turret and bombard.

"Go up and blow them up!" Seeing that the Japanese tanks were stuck in the mud, Yang Ling ordered a counterattack.

The angry brethren grabbed grenades and surrounded them like wolves from all sides, and tank trucks were reduced to scrap metal in the roaring explosions.

A large force of infantry of the Japanese army rushed through the Rujiang Gate and swooped down on the Xiaguan River Beach, and they screamed with red eyes, and when they saw countless people on the river beach, they were like flies seeing blood, and they were as excited as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

The blocking force led by Yang Ling seized several slightly higher sandbag trenches near the river beach, and fired a furious bullet at the Japanese infantry who rushed over, causing them to cry and cry for their mothers, leaving more than 100 corpses and retreating.