The bombardment of the Japanese heavy artillery really shook the earth, the earth seemed to be turned over, and the mud and flesh mixed together with the explosion were slowly thrown into the sky, and then fell heavily, and the entire river beach became the hell of Shura. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Yang Ling's ears buzzed with a roar, and the battalion commander Zhao Wenbin dragged him to the river, the shells fell, and the two of them were like kites with broken strings, and they were thrown high by the air waves, and fell into the cold and biting river water, filled with blood.

"Battalion commander! Battalion commander! The old smoker hurriedly jumped off the boat and dragged Yang Ling and Zhao Wenbin, who had fallen in the shallow water, to the boat.

The brothers who had escaped death under the heavy artillery bombardment also did not care about anything, threw everything away, threw themselves into the water, and dragged the old smoking guns one by one onto the boat.

Yang Ling opened his eyes and saw Yang Dashu with a machine gun in his hand, limping towards the river.

"Stop! Wait for him! Yang Ling's head was dizzy and not very clear, and when he saw Yang Dashu running towards the river, he hurriedly shouted at the old smoking gun who was struggling to paddle.

Before his words fell, the cannonball had already blown the running poplar tree into the sky, and the smoke dissipated, turning into a huge crater with green smoke in place.

Seeing that his brother's bones were gone, Yang Ling wanted to cry but couldn't, his chest was like being crushed by a stone, his chest was tight and short of breath, and his originally drowsy head was sleepy again, and he passed out.

The heavy artillery of the Japanese army blew up the river beach and threw mud into the air, and the corpses were strewn all over the field, and those soldiers and civilians who were still alive ran to both ends.

However, from the Xiaguan Wharf to the upstream and downstream along the river, there are cliffs and reed barren beaches, and these soldiers and civilians who run for wolves have no way out.

The heavy artillery stopped roaring, the gunfire rang out from the east, and thousands of Japanese soldiers armed to the teeth crushed towards the river beach, and light and heavy machine guns, grenadiers, and Type 92 infantry guns and various weapons opened fire on the river beach.

Those soldiers and civilians who were crushed on the river beach and had no way out fell in batches like wheat harvesting in pools of blood, and many people rushed into the icy Yangtze River in order to flee for their lives, like a dam bursting.

The Japanese gunboats and patrol boats that broke through the blockade of Wulong Mountain continued to pour in from downstream, and those fishing boats tried to rescue the soldiers and civilians who fell into the water, but they were hit head-on by the Japanese gunboats.

These Japanese gunboats were rampage on the river, constantly firing at the fishing boats that rescued people, and one after another the fishing boats were smashed and blown into fragments.

The remnants of the fishing boats did not dare to stay any longer, and fled upstream one after another, and the morning glow reflected on the blood-red Yangtze River, and groups of Japanese planes flew back again, shooting mercilessly at the fishing boats on the river, and for a time there were constant wails, explosions and fires.

The old smokers couldn't care about the brothers who stayed on the river beach, and rowed desperately to the north bank, and behind them, the Japanese army was mercilessly slaughtering on the river beach, and more than 50,000 people and soldiers stranded on the river beach stained the Yangtze River with blood.

The medical soldier Xizi pinched the unconscious Yang Ling, Yang Ling woke up slowly, and found that he had been desperately rescued back to the north shore by the old smoking gun, and he was shaken by the air wave several times, and he had a terrible headache.

He was helped to sit up, looking back at the city of Nanjing, which was already in flames, the sound of explosions was still ringing one after another, and the Purple Mountain in the distance was like a giant burning in the flames, and the flames were like songs.

The Japanese gunboats were already mercilessly firing at the fleeing fishing boats and ferries on the river, watching them all sink to the bottom.

Many brothers knelt on the wet river beach and wept bitterly, glad that they had crossed the river alive, while others scolded the devils, their eyes turned red as they cursed, and most of them collapsed on the ground without saying a word, panting for breath.

Yang Ling shook his drowsy head and asked the old smoking gun, "How many brothers have we come over?"

The old smoker looked at the brothers who had lost their strength and were lying on the river beach, and said bitterly, "All those who are still alive are here."

Yang Ling looked around, he saw Wang Huzi with a blood groove on his face, Liu Yidao with a gray face, and also saw familiar faces such as Jiao Chaoming, but Yang Dashu and a large number of brothers stayed in Xiaguan Jiangtan forever and never came over again.

"The brothers on the other side of the river can't come, and it is not advisable to stay here for a long time, so let's leave quickly."

Zhao Wenbin, the battalion commander who was covered in wounds, saw the affectionate and sad people and persuaded them to leave this dangerous river beach.

Yang Ling thought that he could turn the tide and save the soldiers and civilians on the river beach, but he found that his strength was too weak, so weak that nothing could be changed, and his deep sense of powerlessness filled his heart with pain.

After repeated fierce battles, and then seeing the fallen city, his whole body was as weak as smoking bones, and he had to command the old smoking gun in a low voice: "Take our brothers who are still alive and go."

The old cigarette gun answered, turned around and gathered the more than 100 brothers who had successfully rushed over, and everyone walked towards Pukou Town on the north bank.

They fought a bloody battle with the Japanese army in the city of Nanking for so many days, and when they saw the capital fall to the enemy and countless brothers killed, everyone looked depressed, and the procession entered the town of Pukou on the north bank in a dreary state.

Pukou Town, which is only a river away from the city of Nanjing, was also bombed by Japanese planes, and when Yang Ling and his men arrived, many wooden houses were still crackling and burning with black smoke.

The town was in a depression, the common people had already fled, and the defeated soldiers who had successfully broken through from Nanjing wandered the streets in groups, smashing shops and houses in search of food, and there were no commanders who came out to restrain them, and most of the officers who did not have time to evacuate did not break through and died in the city.

Yang Ling's more than 100 brothers escaped death, the soles of their feet were weak, hungry, they fled in embarrassment, all the weapons and equipment were thrown on the other side, many people were empty-handed at the moment, fortunately, there were officers under command, so they would not disperse in a hurry.

These brothers fought fiercely repeatedly, and at this moment they were hungry and couldn't walk, and while the Japanese army had not yet chased after them, Yang Ling ordered a temporary rest on the spot.

They stopped for a while in Pukou Town, and the captain company commander Qin Shou took more than a dozen brothers to go door to door to collect food.

However, the rout army that broke through in advance had already swept Pukou Town once, and Qin Shou did not gain much, but found a large basket of potatoes in a cellar, and cut them all for the brothers to fill their stomachs.

"The railroad was bombed, there were no trains, it seemed that there was only walking." The old smoking gun took people to Pukou Station to investigate and brought back a bad news.

However, for the people who are now demoralized, there is no difference between good news and bad news, and it is a great luck to be alive.

Yang Ling and the others did not leave Pukou immediately, but gathered the broken troops that broke through while resting, and by noon, they had gathered about 300 soldiers from each unit.

Most of these successful breakouts were lucky, and almost all of their troops were wiped out, and eleven battalion commanders were killed among the thirteen infantry battalions guarding the Zhonghua Gate.

Among them, the 87th and 88th divisions of the German armament division in addition to the more than 2,000 wounded and sick who were evacuated in advance, the rest of the army was wiped out in Nanjing, and more than 6,000 people were killed in Yuhuatai alone, of which only the 88th division had two brigade commanders, Major General Gao Zhisong and Major General Zhu Chi, died.

Yang Ling learned from a soldier who had successfully broken through that Regiment Commander Xie Chengrui, who was fighting side by side with him in Guanghuamen, had also failed to break through, which made his heart even heavier.

"Battalion commander, there are devils rushing along the railway!"

Yang Ling and the others gathered the rout and waited until one o'clock in the afternoon, and Liu Yidao, who was in charge of the perimeter guard, hurriedly came to report.

The Japanese army Kunizaki detachment crossed the river from the upper reaches and rushed to Pukou along the Jiangjin line, the Japanese army was menacing, Yang Ling had only a few hundred soldiers in his hands, and had to stop collecting the rout, and all the staff evacuated to the rear along the railway line.