As it got dark, the battle around Guanghuamen was already heating up, with bullets and shells weaving through the air, and flares illuminating the sky as bright as day. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The two sides fought repeatedly in the ruin-like neighborhoods, and although the devils rushed fiercely and attacked fiercely, the defenders everywhere still stubbornly held their positions.

Yang Ling's guerrilla battalion was ordered to withdraw to the area of Daguang Road to rest and wait, and the brothers were also tired and paralyzed after several days of bloody work on the battlefield under heavy artillery fire.

Most of the brothers in the guerrilla battalion were veterans, and although it was already dark outside, they still slept soundly, knowing that when they woke up, more fierce battles awaited them.

The night of the cold winter Layue was as cold as an ice cellar, although Yang Ling was wrapped in a broken military blanket, he was still frozen awake in the middle of the night, but after waking up, he couldn't sleep anymore, and he hadn't slept soundly these days.

He wrapped himself in a military blanket and gathered around the fire, looking out at the sky through the hole in the broken window, the flashes of artillery fire flickering from time to time, revealing the black oppressive clouds, which looked extremely hideous.

Yang Ling's mood was heavy, not only for the more than 1,000 brothers who followed him, but also worried about the safety of the hundreds of thousands of people, which were like a stone, weighing him down.

He took out the exquisite little box from his pocket, took out the Blue Sky and White Sun Medal awarded to him, and looked at it with the help of the faint light of fire, I don't know if it was worth sacrificing so many brothers for this medal?

"Battalion commander, why don't you sleep yet?"

Qin Shou pushed the door in from outside, and a cold wind poured into the room, making Yang Ling's brain sober up a lot.

"What's the matter?" Seeing Qin Shou coming back from the sentry, Yang Ling asked.

The weather outside was cold, Qin Shou hurriedly came to the fire and complained: "It's nothing, even if it's so cold, the little devil doesn't stop, this cold gun and cold cannon haven't stopped, it's really not a good life."

Yang Ling smiled, it would be strange if the devils stopped, they had already hit the city of Nanjing, and they couldn't wait to plant their military flag at the head of Nanjing.

"Battalion commander, what medal did you get?" Qin Shou rubbed his frozen hands and leaned towards the fire, his eyes met the Blue Sky and White Sun Medal in Yang Ling's hand and asked curiously.

Yang Ling didn't hide it, and showed the Blue Sky and White Sun Medal, and Qin Shou's eyes were straight when he saw it.

"My mother, the Order of the Blue Sky and the White Sun—"

Seeing that Yang Ling won the Blue Sky and White Sun Medal, Qin Shou exclaimed, he didn't expect Yang Ling to get this medal, he was both envious and jealous, this is better than his fourth-class Baoding Medal, I don't know how many times.

"I'll give it to you if you like it." Seeing Qin Shou's eyes shining, Yang Ling didn't care about this medal, the battle was fought by the brothers, and it didn't matter if it was given to Qin Shou.

"Hehe, I already have the Baoding Medal, it's useless to have more, battalion commander, you can keep it."

Qin Shou hurriedly waved his hand and rejected Yang Ling's proposal, although the Blue Sky and White Sun Medal made him red, but he also knew in his heart that this belonged to Yang Ling, and no one could take it, if it wasn't for Yang Ling, let alone the credit, they had already thrown their lives on the battlefield, how could they survive until now.

"Okay, after fighting for so long, you've worked hard, hurry up and go to sleep, it's time for dawn." Yang Ling put away the Blue Sky and White Sun Medal, and opened his mouth to urge Qin Shou to hurry up and rest.

Qin Shou was still thinking about when he would get a Blue Sky and White Sun Medal, when he heard Yang Ling's urging, he suddenly felt sleepy, stood up from the fire, greeted Yang Ling, walked to the corner of the wall and lay down with hay and clothes, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Qin Shou had a long dream, dreaming of the battlefield of bullets and bullets, and also dreaming of the blood-drenched faces of the brothers, and finally he dreamed that he was riding a high-headed horse, wearing the Blue Sky and White Sun Medal Walking on the dirt road in the village, and on both sides stood the old and young masters of the village, they looked at him enviously, he grinned, Lao Tzu was also the one who won the Blue Sky and White Sun Medal.

Qin Shou's sweet dream was woken up by the terrible air defense siren, and as soon as he opened his eyes, several aerial bombs had already fallen into the yard, rumbling to make the yard smoky.

"Damn, I really don't want people to live in peace." Qin Shou cursed as he got up from the ground and hid in a strong corner.

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Outside, there was a heavy sound of machine guns, which were four anti-aircraft machine guns firing at the incoming enemy planes, but they only fired a few rows of bullets, and one bomb was blown to pieces with a man and a gun.

There were more than 30 bombers of the devils, and the smoke of gunpowder filled the area, and countless crumbling buildings were blown and collapsed, and many brothers were killed in their sleep.

The devil bomber flew towards the east of Nanjing, and before the smoke cleared, Yang Ling's voice had already sounded in the courtyard: "Rescue the wounded!"

Qin Shou hurriedly ran out with the brothers hiding in the sturdy house, the courtyard and the street were already in shambles, the corpses of the bombed ground could be seen everywhere, and the seriously injured who were not dead let out a painful wail.

"Damn it!" Qin Shou cursed fiercely, and he saw the student recruit Wang Zikun lying on the corpse of a female student and crying.

Qin Shou remembered that Wang Zikun and this female student were from the same school, and yesterday evening their group of veterans saw Wang Zikun with her, and they also teased it, but they didn't expect that in just one night, they were separated by yin and yang.

The group of devils' bombers came too fast, and the patriots of the AFS who got up early to cook for the soldiers on the streets suffered heavy casualties, and Yang Ling commanded the brothers to help rescue them.

"Look at the posture of the devil, I want to break the city today."

Looking at the bomber group in the distance, the company commander Wang Huzi's face was solemn.

Yang Ling could also feel the anxiety of the little devil, sending planes to bomb so early in the morning, today's battle will be even more cruel and tragic, I'm afraid they won't be able to rest for long, and they will have to pull it up again.

"Wang Huzi, you take someone to get ammunition now, remember to get more bullets and grenades, and get as many as you can." Without further ado, Yang Ling immediately ordered Wang Huzi to replenish ammunition.

Most of the positions on the outskirts of Nanjing have fallen, and the next is the brutal street fighting in the city, where heavy firepower is limited in the narrow alleys, and small grenades are more effective.

Wang Huzi answered, and immediately beckoned the brothers to go to the warehouse where the ammunition was stored.

Yang Ling commanded the brothers to rush the people injured by the bombing to the field hospital a few streets away.

The field hospital was set up in a spacious school, and all the classrooms were temporarily converted into wards, and tens of thousands of wounded soldiers crowded here, and even the corridors were full of people, and the smell of potions was mixed with gunpowder smoke and blood, making this temporary hospital stinking and wailing.

But now no one cares, the wounded soldiers are constantly sent here from the front line, the field hospital is poorly equipped, they can only rescue those who can be saved, and many seriously wounded who cannot be saved are lying there in pain waiting for death.

"Is there a medic, we have wounded here—"

Yang Ling led more than a dozen brothers with guns and hurriedly carried those who were injured to the field hospital.