The blood of the Anti-Japanese War stained the mountains and rivers

Facing the critical situation, the command of China's Third War Zone had to formulate a new battle plan. In order to consolidate the defense of the capital Nanjing, it ordered the Shanghai defenders to withdraw from the battle, retreat to the rear of Wufu's first-line defense fortifications, and retreat to Nanjing alternately under cover. .

When China's Shanghai defenders withdrew alternately, only one day later, the wise Chairman Chiang was about to hold a meeting in Belgium due to the Nine-Power Pact. In order to gain international support, he asked the Shanghai defenders who had begun to gradually withdraw to return to their original positions After sticking to it for at least a week, the order was changed day and night, and the troops who were withdrawing in an orderly manner suddenly fell into chaos.

Communication was not smooth at that time, some troops obeyed the order and returned to attack the abandoned positions and continued to hold on, while some troops did not receive the order and continued to retreat. Hundreds of thousands of troops were in chaos. The aircraft bombarded the chaotic Chinese defenders indiscriminately, so that the hundreds of thousands of Chinese defenders who had retreated in an orderly manner fell into a state of chaos, which eventually turned into a major rout.

The Chinese defenders have been fighting fiercely on the bloody battlefield of Songhu for nearly three months. They are exhausted both mentally and physically. They were all student soldiers and untrained young adults, and faced with such a chaotic situation, they were even more panic-stricken all day long.

The retreating road was full of noise. Soldiers belonging to different units were mixed together. At this moment, it was completely chaotic. The soldiers could not find the commander, and the commander could not find his own soldiers. Everyone was running away with their heads buried in their heads. The chasing troops have already chased after them, and they have to run if they want to live.

Resistance has no meaning anymore, the troops are scattered, people are confused, and the team is not easy to lead. Even if there are passionate young officers who want to lead the team to stop the Japanese army, they are alone and will be defeated soon. And mixed into the defeated team.

The so-called defeat is like a mountain. Many people are not willing to lose one position after another like this. They are not willing to give up the soil that has paid countless blood and lives to guard. But the army is defeated, so what if they are not reconciled , leaving nothing but grief and indignation.

On the barren hills, Liu Ming, deputy deputy of the [-]th Division Supplementary Regiment wrapped in dirty and sloppy military uniform, stared blankly at the crowded and noisy road, muttering to himself in disbelief, why did he lose?

Soldiers are not without bravery. They stick to the trenches full of mud corpses and never retreat. They suffer hunger and starvation, lack clothing and medicine, and use their flesh and blood to fight the devils hand-to-hand without ammunition. The blood stained the ground and the corpses piled up. Chengshan, but in the end he was still defeated, confusedly and thoroughly.

Some young officers wearing general epaulettes followed the team with no eyesight, and cried loudly as they walked. They rushed to the battlefield for thousands of miles, and all their brothers died, but they were finally defeated. It is difficult to accept this fact.

"How face is it to go back and face the elders in my hometown!" The officer was crying and screaming at the sky, and the demoralized and embarrassed soldiers were still walking expressionlessly, thinking that he was crazy.

Bang—blood spattered, and a blood hole appeared in the temple of the sad and angry young officer. The haggard officer chose to commit suicide to end his life. His body, like the soldiers who died in battle on this land, would sleep forever. Here it is.

"Deputy Liu Tuan, let's go, the devil is about to catch up." Li Tiezhu, the company commander with blood on his face, saw the regiment deputy Liu Ming staring at the officer who committed suicide, worried that he couldn't think about it, and hurriedly surrounded him and retreated with the team. .

"Alas..." Liu Ming looked at the young officer lying in the ditch beside the road, sighed heavily, shook his head helplessly, and continued to retreat for his life with a stick.

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Countless people gathered at the bridgehead of the Qingyang Port Highway, the distressed soldiers looked panic-stricken, the high-ranking officials sitting in the cars were full of irritability, the driver was pressing the horn vigorously, and the harsh horn sounded continuously.

Due to the chaos and haste of the retreat, most of the bridges were blown up by the devil's planes because they were not protected. The retreating troops could only retreat to Kunshan from the only remaining road bridge, and then retreat along the Beijing-Shanghai Railway To Suzhou, Wuxi, so it becomes crowded and noisy.

The water network in the Jiangnan area is criss-crossed, and those horizontal water network ditches have become a terrible obstacle for the retreating troops. They can only retreat along a few main roads and railways. These roads are crowded with retreating soldiers and fleeing civilians. , Bullock carts, horse-drawn carts and parcels make the roads full of water.

The devil's plane circled back and forth over these roads, machine guns fired at low altitude, and dropped bombs, turning this retreat road into a road of death. The burning houses and fragmented corpses beside the road added to the desolation. Tragic scene.

"Hurry up! Hurry up!" A regimental deputy of the 87th Division was urging loudly. Dozens of nationalist soldiers were busy planting explosives up and down Qingyang Port, preparing to blow up the highway bridge, delaying the pursuit of the Japanese army. force.

"Everyone get back - cross the bridge from another place, the bridge here is blown!" A line of soldiers with live ammunition blocked the retreating team, and the team suddenly caused a commotion.

"Wait for us to blow up the bridge!"

Someone was praying loudly: "The devil has caught up, let us go over!"

"Get out of the way for me, or I will shoot!" Some people raised their guns and aimed at the soldiers of the 87th Division who were blocking the way.

"Brothers! I'm sorry! We also have a military order to blow up the bridge. If this bridge is taken by devils, no one will survive. You should find another place to cross the river!" The regimental deputy of the 87th Division He shouted at the top of his voice, but he still couldn't suppress the commotion.

"Damn, those grandsons of the 87th Division are going to blow up the bridge. We can't cross it. I'm afraid we have to find another place to cross the river." Yang Dashu, who was wrapped in a thick bandage on his head, returned to the side of the road panting, and ran to the crowd. Zhang Hongying, the health captain with a haggard face, said next to him.

Zhang Hongying's fair face was covered with mud and dust, and she looked even more haggard. After hearing Yang Dashu's words, she was a little anxious: "What should I do?"

Yang Dashu sighed: "Let's walk along the river and see if we can find a fishing boat across the river. Let's try our luck."

While talking, suddenly there was loud gunshots at the bridgehead, and a group of people dressed as the National Army suddenly opened fire. The soldiers guarding the bridgehead from the 87th Division who bombed the bridge were swept away by surprise, and the scene lost control for a while.

Yang Dashu thought that someone was going to take the risk and try to forcefully cross the bridge, but suddenly he heard those who fired the guns not speaking Chinese, and realized that they might be ghost soldiers who had mixed into the rout.

Yang Dashu tugged at Zhang Hongying who didn't understand what was going on, and said: "The devil soldiers have captured the bridge, we can't stay here for long, let's get out of here quickly!"

Text Chapter 125 Broken Village

A solitary village stands in the cold mist, which looks bleak and desolate in the autumn wind. The flames of war spread wantonly in this land, the country was destroyed and the family was destroyed, and the people were forced to become displaced refugees. ??

Yang Dashu and his group did not cross the Qingyanggang Highway Bridge, because the Japanese soldiers who had infiltrated the retreating team there had seized the bridgehead. They left the road and walked along the river, and found this dilapidated village, with black smoke rising from the village. , it was probably blown up by a Devil plane, Yang Dashu judged.

"Captain Zhang, I'll take my brothers to the front and wait here in hiding. If you meet the enemy and exchange fire, you should run in the opposite direction. Run as far as you can." Platoon leader Yang Dashu Holding a Hanyang made one in his hand, he instructed Zhang Hongying, the weary health captain.

Most of the health workers in these health teams are composed of patriotic young students. They devoted themselves to protecting the country and came to this war-torn battlefield to rescue the wounded and sick.

Now that the army was defeated, they became the most helpless group of people, because they were unarmed and did not know how to fight, so they could only follow the crowd and run with the team. Once they were chased by the devils, they would only be slaughtered.

Fortunately, Zhang Hongying's team was lucky, and there were at least 20 armed soldiers protecting them. The other health teams might not be so lucky.

Yang Dashu and the others were originally soldiers of the 61st Division, and they were temporarily transferred to the health protection team here. The original guard company commander was Yang Ling, but he stayed on the battlefield when he was in Yunzaobang, so Yang Dashu, the platoon leader, also served as the commander. officer's duties.

They suffered great losses in Dachang Town. At that time, the rescue of the wounded was too advanced, and a small team of devils rushed in. If Yang Dashu and his men hadn't tried their best to cover them, Zhang Hongying and the others would have been reimbursed.

After that battle, their guard company was crippled, and there were only about 20 combat soldiers left, and there were only more than 50 health workers and stretcher teams who were still alive.

"Platoon Leader Yang, please pay attention to your safety. We will wait for you to come back." At this moment, the more than 20 soldiers are the pillars of the health team. Zhang Hongying can't imagine what will happen to herself and others without their protection, but they must go to the village Check the situation, look for food and fishing boats to cross the river.

Yang Dashu wanted to say something, but opened his mouth, and finally swallowed it into his stomach. He straightened up and whispered to the guarding brothers around him: "Everyone spread out, let's go into the village."

More than 20 soldiers originally belonged to the 61st Division. After fighting on the battlefield for so long, they are considered veterans. They don't need to be greeted by Yang Dashu, and they all have their own skills to save their lives.

They scattered and searched for the unknown village, while Zhang Hongying and others were nervously lying on the grass outside the village, waiting for news.

Although Yang Dashu was as strong as a bear, he was very flexible in his movements. He walked without making a sound, with the bullets already loaded, and he walked cautiously in front with his gun in hand.

The rest of the soldiers were also very vigilant and walked behind the wall sticking to the base of the wall. This is a small village, standing on the riverside. As soon as he touched the entrance of the village, Yang Dashu smelled a faint smell of blood. He shot at the back. Gestures, more than 20 soldiers are all in high spirits, and their nerves are tense.

The first house was a thatched house made of earth, with the door open, Yang Dashu stuck to the door and glanced inside, and continued to move forward without seeing the situation.

The more you walk in, the more houses gradually increase, but they are located unevenly, some are connected to each other, and some are more than ten meters away from each other. The mud path has become muddy due to the rain.

The people in the village must have fled in a hurry. There were some parcels and wheelbarrows scattered on the ground. Many gates were locked, but some gates were also smashed open. I don't know if it was a thief who took advantage of the fire or an enemy.

A soldier wanted to swing the butt of his gun to break open the lock of a gate, but Yang Dashu waved his hand to stop him because he heard movement ahead.

Yang Dashu held the gun and tiptoed against the wall and turned around the street corner, finally found the source of the movement.

Under the wall of the house in front, a big black dog with bared teeth is looking up at him. There are still bloody pieces of meat hanging on the big black dog's teeth. It was gnawing on a pile of dead bodies just now. .

Seeing the big black dog with a blood-red corner of his mouth, Yang Dashu's heart was full of emotions, and he almost vomited out.

Wang Wang!

The big black dog froze for a few seconds, then opened its bloody mouth and barked at Yang Dashu. A soldier behind Yang Dashu picked up a stone and threw it at him. He ran away in a panic along the dirt road, leaving behind a corpse in a pool of blood.

"Damn it! The kid must have done it!" Looking at the piled corpses under the wall, the soldiers' eyes were red.

There were more than a dozen corpses, no children or young adults, all of them were old people. Yang Dashu guessed that they were those old people who were unwilling to leave the village. At this moment, they were all killed. Six bullet holes, it's a carnage.

"Platoon leader, there's a situation over there!" A soldier pointed to the smoky house over there and said in a low voice.

Yang Dashu was smoldering with anger at the moment, and walked over there with a gun in his hand. He just took a few steps, and saw several "friendly soldiers" in gray military uniforms coming out of the front house with guns in hand.