Chapter 153: Death (Part 2)

(...Always say that the interlaced water network in the Jiangnan area is not conducive to the movement of the Japanese. But when I really went to those water network areas to fight, I found that the officials were talking nonsense. The enemy had small motorboats, and at most we were wooden rafts; the Japanese basically could swim, and almost all of us soldiers who came down from the north could not water... In short, looking at the weak point of the Japanese, I looked back and realized that they were weaker... Excerpted from "Grandpa's Memories of the War of Resistance")

The Japanese artillery fire was so red that it was very popular. In addition to several mortars on the coal port and the machine guns blocking the river surface, the Japanese artillery deployed in Yijiangmen and Zhongshan Port also joined the artillery. The area along the river was once again shrouded in artillery fire after the war of defense in Nanjing.

The Chinese Democratic Party soldiers under the artillery fire were very calm. They had originally shot a little ghost from the Hall of Hell to confiscate it before returning. No matter how powerful the artillery fire was, they could not panic now. It was obvious that the Japanese did not know where they were, but they just guessed that they would cross the river, so the artillery fire kept changing the coverage belt and bombarding along the riverside.

The shells exploded and the mud on the mudflat soared into the sky, and were swept from the air by the north wind. Although the explosion point was far from the starting point of everyone's crossing the river, almost everyone's head and face were splashed with black mud. Using two steamer wheels to drag the wooden raft and coffin loaded with two thousand officers and soldiers to the other side? It was a joke. Not to mention that they could not drag it, Cao Xiaomin and others did not have so many ropes to tie the wooden raft and coffin to the steamer! There was only one escape method for the Chinese Democratic Party soldiers. A group of people rushed to the wooden raft or coffin and used small wooden boards to cross the other side!

"Quick! Go up and take a row, don't worry about others, hurry up!" Cao Xiaomin and Xing Long shouted desperately. At this moment, the rescued people were all aroused their strongest desire to survive. Countless people rushed to the crossing tools on the mudflat under the artillery fire. Soon the steamer was filled with people and drove away. The large wooden rafts that looked relatively steady were also crowded with people offshore. The remaining people rushed into the individual coffins and took them away by themselves.

In the telescope, you can already see that the car lights lined up in the direction of Yijiangmen, and the Japanese pursuers had already come to kill them; but the fugitives had less than 60 guns in total, and they could not even effectively block the pursuers in the flat river bank. They could only ignore the back and rush to the coffins and push them into the river water and take them away. Cao Xiaomin seemed to see the bloody road outside the Zhonghua Gate again. That time, more than 1,300 people broke out a bloody road, and eighty-six people survived. What about this time?!

The open mudflats extend into the endless darkness. The soldiers are like the little turtles crawling towards the sea that he saw in the animal world in the later generations. Along the way, they are all preparing to devour their various creatures. This is a journey of death!

"Good wind!" Amid the sound of a "good wind" farewell greeting, Sun Yuanliang, who was full of energy, waved goodbye to the passers-by who were still standing in a strict position, turned around and jumped into the car. Qiu Qingquan and Liao Yaoxiang, who were following behind, looked at each other and hurriedly got on the car.

"Sir, why didn't the special operation team arrange to pick up Cao Xiaomin and the others?" Qiu Qingquan asked hurriedly as soon as he got in the car.

"Don't you see it? In order to keep it a secret and to cover up the traces of the British smuggling us back, we have to leave Anqing as soon as possible!" Sun Yuanliang looked at two companions with flushed and angry faces and said, "Don't worry, I had already asked the spy agencies in Nanjing to send a telegram to the rear before I set off. They will arrange it. Now the important thing is to protect the safety of British friends and not let the Japanese get evidence of their helping us escape... By the way, as long as we tell the passage of escape at the press conference, Xiaomin and the others will be safe..."

After receiving the news that Sun Yuanliang and his friends arrived in Anqing safely, the Third War Zone Command immediately sent a telegram to Chuxian for a press conference, and the speeches were written. Their escape process was written as crossing the river with the rescued prisoners of war!... The brave General Sun Yuanliang led a group of guards out of Nanjing City, rescued two thousand prisoners of war, and rushed forward along the way, and finally crossed the Yangtze River and returned! What a shocking battle, and a more exciting battle! For this result, the Third War Zone also fabricated multiple details of crossing the river and details of many bloody battles. It is conceivable that after this press conference, General Sun Yuanliang will immediately become the new idol of the passionate young people in the country!

"General Sun said, did you not respond to Chief Cao's reinforcements?" Qiu Qingquan's voice trembled.

"We have all escaped danger. Do you think the Japanese will set up defenses for a few small soldiers?" Sun Yuanliang couldn't help but feel excited: "Now, as long as we can arrive in Chu County, we can hold a press conference in the shortest time to let the outside world know that we have successfully crossed the river and are back. This is the greatest support for Cao Xiaomin. Don't think about anything else!"

"But!..." Liao Yaoxiang blushed anxiously. Tears were already falling from the cracked glasses: "That's more than two thousand people!"

"Yes, more than two thousand people, even if the Japanese patrol boats are still there, even if they are drifting with the water, there will always be some people who can float to the west coast..." Before Sun Yuanliang finished speaking, with a "bang", the boss hit his face with a fist. Liao Yaoxiang, who was flushed on his face, rushed to stumble on his neck, scaring the guards in the car into chaos, and quickly rushed to separate them. Liao Yaoxiang, who was usually quiet, now scared Qiu Qingquan, who has always been known for his hot temper. It is really amazing that his deputy was so angry that even the commander-in-chief dared to fight!

"Let him go!" Sun Yuanliang tidied up his military uniform and touched his face that was blue. Well, there were finally signs of injury from crossing the river. The guards did not dare to let go of Liao Yaoxiang just like this. Although it was not difficult for him, they also controlled his hands tightly to prevent him from getting angry.

"How many people do you think we will send to support us? One regiment or another division? Now the Japanese are on the Quanjiao front line, which is about 10,000 people. As long as we do not move, the Japanese will not be able to distinguish them. But if we send people to infiltrate, the Japanese will blockade along the line, and they will not be able to come back alone. Do you understand? You are stupid at the French Democratic Party Military Academy? You can't even understand such a simple truth! If we want to save them, we can't use regular troops, we can only rely on the lurking brothers, do you understand?" Sun Yuanliang sighed after speaking: "Cao Xiaomin is my soldier, and he was in Sixingcang; I know him, and I believe he can come back alive..."

"Everyone will come back alive!" What appeared in front of Liao Yaoxiang was him yelling at the top of his lungs. It was the soldiers of the last tank group under his command who were charging... They rushed out of the darkness, bombarded the open-circuit Japanese tanks with one shot, and then grabbed him who had just crawled out of another fired tank, and began to pounce along the long street like wind and clouds at the Japanese who were retreating like a tide...

", Kengkeng..." The dense bullets hit the tank body, and the sparks splashed in the darkness could even illuminate the outline of the tank. If it were a mkii, the Japanese on the street would be wiped out by them, but it was just a fake "Renault" with low carbon steel plates! His loyal and brave tank soldiers were shot and killed in the car by bullets that penetrated the steel plates. The machine guns in the car were silent. The tanks were slower and slower and slower, and a big fire ignited on the tank car... He asked them to come back alive, but none of them came back, and his last tank group...

Maybe Chief Sun is right, but has he really cared about his soldiers? Liao Yaoxiang turned his head and let tears creep up his face unrestrainedly. In the blur of tears, he seemed to see countless soldiers struggling in the river...

The injury is not the place! Cao Xiaomin sighed in his heart. The injuries on his left upper arm and left chest made it difficult for him to move the wooden board. Every force seemed futile. He could not feel the coffin under him moving forward in the huge waves caused by the artillery fire and the Japanese patrol boats. He could hear the desperate requests for help from the officers and soldiers who fell into the water in the north wind mixed with the roar of the roar, but you could not save anyone because you could not even guarantee yourself!

Like him, there were many comrades who were crossing the river with coffins. Everyone tried not to speak without saying a word, but the wooden rafts on the river that had been hit by the Japanese still betrayed them with the ignition of fire. Just near them, Japanese patrol boats often passed by, machine guns swept towards the darkness, and motorboats directly hit the exposed target.

Watching the brothers who fell into the water struggle in vain and watching the Japanese motorboats rushing around, they had no choice. Even those who had guns would not shoot. Once they had a meeting, they would be exposed. Not only would they also implicate the brothers who were close; on the contrary, they would silently bear the chance of letting the Japanese hit the enemy in the dark and their hit rate would be lower.

... It is always said that the interweaving of water networks in the south of the Yangtze River is not conducive to the movement of the Japanese. But when they really go to those water networks to fight, they find that the officials are talking nonsense. The enemy has small motorboats, and at most we are wooden rafts. The Japanese basically know how to swim, and almost all of us soldiers who come down from the north can't water... In short, looking at the weak point of the Japanese, I looked back and found that they were weaker... Many of the prisoners of war rescued by Cao Xiaomin were northern soldiers with poor water quality and even no water at all. As long as they left the life-saving coffin, there would be no crossing the river.

Rely, let alone such injuries! How could Grandpa Zu always let himself experience all the tragedies he had experienced once? Cao Xiaomin felt resentful and in chaos, beside him was the coffin that was knocked away by the Japanese motorboat and washed away by the flowing water; the soldiers who fell into the cold river even stretched out their hands and disappeared. Behind him, the coffin ships that fell behind had to withstand the bombardment of artillery fire. As long as a shell fell into the water and exploded, the powerful shock wave would be transmitted to the thin-plate coffin by the water, and the coffins were thrown away and dispersed...

Just as Cao Xiaomin was about to cry and could only move forward silently, a stream of water surged from behind, pushing the coffin he was riding in to speed up. Before he could have time to be happy, he heard the explosion behind him mixed with the sound of a motor, and then a beam of light hit him...
Chapter completed!