The rumbling cannon sound from the other side of the river can still be heard in the north of Pukou Town, and the entire city of Nanjing is shrouded in gloomy gray smoke. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Miss Zhang, let's hurry up, if this little devil catches up, it will be troublesome."

In the broken village next to the railway line north of Pukou, Shunzi carried a dusty 79 rifle in his hand and persuaded Zhang Hongying, who was looking south.

Shunzi, the commander of the reconnaissance platoon, accepted Yang Ling's order to escort Zhang Hongying and the wounded soldiers to cross the river.

Zhang Hongying was reluctant to leave, and insisted on waiting for Yang Ling and them, who had not yet crossed the river, which made the reconnaissance platoon leader Shunzi very helpless, and he was ordered to protect Zhang Hongying's safety, but it was too close to Nanjing and very dangerous.

The gunpowder smoke blackened Zhang Hongying's fair face, she looked haggard, and in the face of Junzi's persuasion, she stubbornly shook her head: "Junzi platoon leader, you protect the wounded soldiers first, I'll wait here alone."

Shunzi sighed helplessly when he heard Zhang Hongying's words, although it was easy to say, but how could he rest assured that he would leave an unarmed woman here, if anything she missed, how could he explain it to the battalion commander Yang Ling.

Besides, Shunzi also knows in his heart that the relationship between this Zhang Hongying and Yang Battalion Commander is not ordinary, he admires Yang Ling and is willing to follow Yang Ling desperately, so he also implements the things that Yang Ling explains, and he must protect Zhang Hongying no matter what.

It was not a way to wait forever, so while arranging for the wounded soldiers who had crossed the river to be transferred to the rear along the railway, Junzi sent people to Pukou Town to inquire about Yang Ling's news.

Zhang Hongying stood on the broken steps, looking at the direction of Nanjing, empty in her heart without a sense of security, worried about Yang Ling's safety.

Yang Ling rescued her from the hands of the murderous Japanese army, her heart can no longer contain other people, no matter how sinister the environment, Yang Ling can always shelter her from the wind and rain like a mountain, Yang Ling has become a hero in her heart, and now Yang Ling's life and death are unknown, her heart is also hanging.

The rout soldiers who fled from the direction of Pukou Town, these routs were in a state of mind and embarrassed, they seemed to have lost their souls, and many of them fled to the rear with empty hands and hurried footsteps.

"Have you seen Camp Commander Yang Ling?" Whenever Zhang Hongying saw a rout coming, she hurriedly rushed forward to stop them and ask about Yang Ling's news.

"Battalion Commander Yang hasn't crossed the river yet, and he's leading people to stop the devils."

Yang Ling made countless boats to save people, although he was only a low-level officer at the level of a battalion commander, but everyone who crossed the river alive was grateful to Yang Ling, and knew everything in the face of Zhang Hongying's inquiry.

"The devils fired at the river beach, and most of the people who stayed on the river beach were killed."

"The devil's gunboat blew up and sank many boats crossing the river, I'm afraid that Battalion Commander Yang has been martyred......"

The news brought back by these fleeing routs was messy, but without exception it was bad news, and Zhang Hongying's heart gradually sank to the bottom, but he still didn't believe that Yang Ling died like this, and he was still stubbornly waiting.

"Chief Yang is so good, I can't cross the river without him, alas, it's a pity that such a good chief."

After the defeated soldiers finished speaking, they shook their heads regretfully and continued to walk, leaving Zhang Hongying, who had lost her soul, still standing in the cold wind.

Zhang Hongying waited from night to dawn, and waited until noon, there were fewer and fewer routs who escaped from Nanjing, and finally the road became empty, and there were no routs coming, Zhang Hongying wanted to go to the river to find Yang Ling, but was stopped by Shunzi.

"Miss Zhang, the riverside is dangerous, you can't go." Junzi and several veterans of the guerrilla battalion stopped Zhang Hongying and prevented her from going back to find her.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way ......"

Zhang Hongying tore and pushed to stop her Shunzi and them, but she was a weak and tired woman who rushed over, and let her cry and shout Shunzi They just wouldn't let her go back to the adventure.

Zhang Hongying squatted down in pain and hugged her head and cried, which made Shunzi and the others also feel heavy, they didn't believe that such a good chief would sacrifice like this, but now they haven't escaped, and the hope of survival is already very slim, although they don't want to admit it, but facts speak louder than words.

"Take Miss Zhang away." Junzi waved helplessly to several veterans around him, ready to take Zhang Hongying to continue the transfer.

At this moment, a sentry on guard suddenly pointed to the other side of the railway line and shouted in surprise: "Battalion commander, they are back, they are back!"

A few of the Shunzi turned around and looked towards the south, a large group of soldiers in tattered military uniforms were trotting towards this side, and a large group of familiar figures were among them, and Yang Ling was in the ranks.

"Miss Zhang, battalion commander, they didn't die, they didn't die!" Junko also shouted excitedly.

Zhang Hongying's eyes were full of tears, she looked up at Yang Ling, who was walking with firm steps, the haze and worry in her heart were swept away, and she stood in place and cried with joy, and her tears couldn't help but fall.

"Junko, what's the fuck going on with you, who made Miss Zhang cry?" Wang Huzi saw Zhang Hongying wiping his tears from a distance, and loudly questioned the Shunzi who was standing aside.

Junzi suddenly complained in her heart, and hurriedly explained: "Company commander, don't wronged me, this is really none of our business."

Yang Ling also stepped in front of Zhang Hongying, and when he saw Zhang Hongying crying with a big flower face, he suddenly felt pity, stretched out his hand to wipe the tears on her face, and said: "If you cry again, you will become a big cat, everyone will laugh at it."

"You still say." Zhang Hongying was teased by Yang Ling like this, and suddenly her face was full of embarrassment, and she beat Yang Ling's broad chest.

When the brothers around saw this, some of them burst into laughter.

Zhang Hongying couldn't care about so many people around her at the moment, and buried her head in Yang Ling's arms, after life and death, the two finally broke the ambiguous relationship, Yang Ling also reached out to hug the tired Zhang Hongying, willing to give her a broad shoulder, shelter her from the wind and rain, and protect her.

The brothers around them escaped death, and when they saw this scene, they were all envious, and when they thought of those family members who were looking forward to it in the distance, a strong sense of homesickness arose.

"My battalion commander Yang, if you hold it like this again, the little devil will catch up." Battalion commander Zhao Wenbin looked at the two hugging people enviously, and walked over and kindly reminded.

Yang Ling and Zhang Hongying let go and glanced at each other, although they did not have the arrogant words of the sea and rocks, but they tacitly understood each other's affection.

Yang Ling and Zhang Hongying's stabbing of that ambiguous relationship after escaping death was just a small episode, in view of the fact that a large number of Japanese troops from the Japanese Kunizaki detachment had already rushed towards Pukou, they did not stay too long and immediately evacuated along the railway line.

After breaking through the siege, Yang Ling was embarrassed, most of the equipment was lost on the other side of the river, and the more than 300 defeated soldiers were left with only more than 100 guns, and the bullets were even less pitiful, plus the morale was low, so they did not dare to contact the Japanese army.

In this era, the means of communication were backward, and after breaking out, their eyes were black, and they did not know where the troops who rushed out had withdrawn, nor did they know where the Japanese pursuing troops had gone, so they could only bury their heads and keep walking, striving to stay away from Nanjing, a city that had fallen into hell.