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

The ghost soldiers faced the tenacious resistance of the Chinese defenders on the Songhu battlefield, and a large number of veterans died in battle. In order to let the newly recruited recruits adapt to the rhythm of the battle as soon as possible, many ghost soldiers tied the captured Chinese officers and soldiers and civilians to trees. Let the recruits practice assassination, so as to quickly improve their combat effectiveness, what they do can be said to be inferior to animals.

The civilians fleeing along the Beijing-Shanghai railway line and the Chinese officers and soldiers mixed with them fled in a panic. Behind them, a large number of ferocious Japanese soldiers were chasing them quickly. Fighting happened every moment. This is a line of blood. The red escape route.

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The fire was burning in the dilapidated low house. Although the light in the room was dim, it was very warm. Yang Ling felt his throat was as dry as a desert, and he urgently needed water.

Seeing Yang Ling wake up, Zhang Hongying walked excitedly to Yang Ling's bed, and asked with concern, "Commander Yang, are you feeling better?"

Yang Ling nodded. He is indeed much better now, at least his head is no longer so groggy.

Zhang Hongying stretched out her hand to touch Yang Ling's forehead: "Commander Yang, your fever has subsided, as long as you rest and recuperate, you will recover soon."

"You must be hungry. I'll get you some porridge." Before Yang Ling could speak, Zhang Hongying rushed out of the room in a hurry, leaving Yang Ling, whose throat was about to smoke, staring blankly.

This hygienist was so incompetent that he didn't even ask the patient what he needed. Yang Ling shook his head helplessly, lifted the thick torn quilt covering his body, and got out of bed to find some water to drink.

Occasionally feeling the cold and sleeping with the quilt covered, Yang Ling was sweating all over. Feeling much better, Yang Ling staggered out of the room wearing his broken military cap.

"Company commander, why are you up? You haven't recovered from your illness." Wu Jiang took a few soldiers with guns on their backs to go outside the village to change the guard. He raised his eyes and saw Yang Ling walking out of the house, and rushed to meet him.

Yang Ling waved his hand to indicate that he was fine, opened his chapped lips and said, "Is there any water?"

"Oh, water—" Wu Jiang reacted, and urged a soldier behind him with a devil's kettle on his waist: "Give me the kettle."

Yang Ling took the kettle, raised his neck, and poured it into his mouth. He gulped down a big pot of water, and then returned the pot to the soldier with satisfaction. However, after drinking a pot of water, he felt much better. Now, although his body is still a little soft, he can feel that the situation is improving.

"How long have we been here?" Yang Ling asked.

Wu Jiang replied: "I guess it's been three or four hours. Yang Dashu is leading people to make bamboo rafts. Let's rest here and leave at dawn."

Hearing that he had stayed here for four or five hours, Yang Ling felt a little uneasy. He said, "We can't wait until dawn. We have to keep going. It will be troublesome if the little devil catches up."

"Our place has deviated from the main road, and the devils probably won't be able to get here for a while." Wu Jiang still had a little luck.

"Be careful, there is no big mistake, wake up everyone, let's cross the river overnight."

Seeing Yang Ling's serious face, Wu Jiang didn't dare to be careless, so he hurriedly left.

Text Chapter 129 Crossing the River at Dark Night

Lu Zitao's family background is good, and he has been a pampered young master since he was a child. Someone hugs him at home, and hugs him when he travels outside. Although the concept of nation and nation is not very clear, it is always there. ??

The Battle of Songhu broke out, the news of the bloody battles of the frontline soldiers was published in the newspapers every day, and the young students took to the streets to give speeches every day, and the patriotic blood in the bones of the Chinese people also boiled. Those kiln sisters took to the streets to shout to cheer for the frontline soldiers, how could Lu Zitao, a big man, turn a deaf ear to them.

So his head got hot, and under the call of national righteousness, he left home without permission and signed up for the front line with a group of classmates. They were all young students with knowledge and culture. Besides being full of enthusiasm, they knew a lot.

Lu Zitao and the others became volunteer car drivers who knew how to drive. They braved the rumbling artillery fire to and from the rear of the front line every day to deliver supplies and wounded. Most of the female students were assigned to hospitals and health teams. Lu Zitao could drive, but he lied for Zhang Hongying. Then came the health team.

Although he was provoked by the newspapers with slogans at the beginning, his blood boiled with enthusiasm, even if he went to the front line to die, but facing the cruel battlefield, the original enthusiasm gradually cooled down. Seeing countless people shattered in front of him, he Only then did I truly understand that this was a battlefield of life and death, and I couldn't help but regret my recklessness at the beginning, and miss my parents whom I hadn't seen for a long time.

Countless times he wanted to leave, but he was a gentleman, Zhang Hongying didn't leave, and he was too embarrassed to say leave, he couldn't let the woman he liked look down on him, so he gritted his teeth and held on.

The front line was routed, hundreds of thousands of troops were in chaos and scattered, and Lu Zitao's heart was also suspended. They were fleeing all the way, being chased by devil soldiers, exhausted physically and mentally. Many times he thought he was going to die. On the verge of life and death, I miss that warm home even more, and I miss my parents even more.

They ran all the way, and when they arrived at this village, Lu Zitao was so tired that his legs were as heavy as if they had been filled with lead. Fortunately, the team stopped and planned to stay here for the night.

After eating the hot porridge, the young master who was pampered before didn't care about anything. He just found a hard board and lay down and fell asleep. Then he began to dream, a warm home, a battlefield full of bullets...

"Wake up, wake up." Lu Zitao was pushed awake in his sleep, opened his sleepy eyes, and saw Zhang Hongying's dirty face under the dim light.

He sat up in a jerk, and reached out to grab his medicine box: "Did the devil catch up! Let's run!"

Zhang Hongying shook her head: "No, but Company Commander Yang ordered us to cross the river overnight, so it's not safe to stay here."

When Lu Zitao heard Zhang Hongying talking about Company Commander Yang, he felt inexplicably jealous. Zhang Hongying was always surrounded by that vulgar man who knew how to fight, and he felt uncomfortable.

"Didn't you agree to cross the river at dawn? Why did the surname Yang suddenly change his mind? I just fell asleep, so I was tossing around." Lu Zitao put down the medicine box he was holding in his hand again, and leaned against his back. The cold walls grumbled.

"Zitao, don't play with your temper. Hurry up and pack up and cross the river. Company Commander Yang has fought in battle. He let us cross the river overnight for our own good. If the ghost soldiers catch up, we will be troubled."

What's the meaning?How long has it been since he started to say good things for the surnamed Yang, and Lu Zitao was full of anger for no reason: "I said Hongying, what kind of soup did that surnamed Yang give you? Don't be fooled by that big man!" The old man was deceived, and many of these soldiers are soldier ruffians, who only deceive you little girls."

Hearing what Lu Zitao said, Zhang Hongying immediately became annoyed, and stood up boldly: "Lu Zitao, you really don't know what to do." After she finished speaking, she turned her head and walked away.

Oh, I can't let me tell the truth, Lu Zitao seemed like Zhang Hongying turned against him for this, and immediately hated Yang Ling even more, thinking that when he had to warn that Yang, not to call Hongying's attention .

The village became lively. Many people were not awake when they were called out like this in the middle of the night. In addition, it rained and shivered from the cold at night. Few people were in a better mood, but since Yang Ling's words would last overnight Although they were extremely reluctant to run across the river, they felt unsafe staying here, so they packed up their things and followed to the river.

Lu Zitao also got up cursing, wrapped up his dirty clothes, kept the cold wind out, and went out with the medicine box on his shoulders, intending to explain to Zhang Hongying, but she was too lazy to answer him and touched his nose Gray, feeling very uncomfortable.

When he wandered to the river next to the village, most of the people had already arrived, and the torches were lit, reflecting tired and numb faces, like ghosts who had lost their souls, with decadent expressions.

"Yang Dashu, are you ready?" Yang Ling ate hot porridge and fell asleep sweating. Although he felt weak under his feet, he was much better after all.

Yang Dashu slapped his chest loudly: "Company commander, don't worry about what I do. The raft will never sink. We can cross the river after a few rounds."

However, Yang Ling was worried. After all, the black lights were blind. If someone fell into the water, it would be difficult to fish them out, so he asked people to find a rope and tie them to the person. Just in case, they arranged for people to get on the raft and row to the opposite bank. .

The bamboo pole was propped deep into the bottom of the river, and then brought out a large expanse of icy cold river water. Those who crossed the river earlier waved torches on the opposite bank to signal safety, and other people then crossed the river.

The raft didn't carry many people at one time, so Yang Ling arranged for the female health workers from the health team to pass first, followed by the stretcher team and their soldiers with guns.

Although the arrangement was proper, there was still a small episode, that is, Lu Zitao, the deputy captain of the health team, insisted on being inseparable from the same raft with Zhang Hongying, and had a dispute with the soldiers maintaining order.

But these are all minor issues, crossing the river is the most important thing, Yang Ling waved his hand to let the order-maintaining soldiers go, watching Lu Zitao raise his neck and look at him in a swaggering way, Yang Ling made something unclear.

The bamboo raft went back and forth in the icy river, and more than 70 people all crossed the river, and then continued to walk northwest under Yang Ling's instructions.

Less than half an hour after they left, a cluster of dazzling lights appeared on the outskirts of Wuming Village, and a group of devil soldiers armed with live ammunition appeared by the river with flashlights.

"Sir, they should have crossed the river. They haven't left for a long time, and the fire in the village is still hot." After walking around the village, the devil's vanguard returned to Lieutenant Yoshino.

Lieutenant Yoshino showed no expression on his cold face, he looked at the dark opposite bank and ordered: "Swim across the river."

The devil soldiers are elite and well-trained, and armed swimming is a daily training subject, so this river is a natural barrier to Yang Ling and most of them are landlubbers, but it has no effect on the devil soldiers.

The ghost soldiers started to take off their clothes and shoes in unison, and then plunged into the water like dumplings with their rifles hanging on them, but the icy river water still made them shiver with cold.

Body 1 Chapter Thirty: Alive is a Hero

In the cold morning, a gray team on the wilderness is rushing towards the northwest. The single line of the team meanders like a river full of reefs, with large intervals and long lines.

It was already daylight, and the outline of Junhei Village and the undulating hills could be vaguely seen in the distance.

Yang Ling was walking at the front of the team with his [-] rifle on his back. He was the leader, but he hadn't recovered from the cold yet. The continuous rush made his forehead covered with thin beads of sweat, and his back was already drenched. The cold wind came over, and it was icy cold.

There were more than 30 female health workers in the team. Compared with Yang Ling, who had just recovered from a serious illness, their physical condition was worse, and they were already out of breath after rushing.