It was dawn very quickly, and the dawn passed through the fog of the river, and the river surface was red. The cold waves slapped the river beach, washing the dead bodies into the river. The corpses floated on the river surface were covered with blood red.

The thick black smoke column in Nanjing City rose and dissipated in the air. The smoke from countless burning buildings was the remaining smoke. The burning ashes drifted with the morning breeze and fell on the houses. On the shoulders of people, there was a huge black snow.

The river was still crowded, and the sound of gunfire from the city was getting closer and closer, and despair and panic were looming in everyone's heart.

Zhao Wenbin, the temporary commander of the river crossing for a busy night, had his eyes covered with blood. Looking at the soldiers and civilians who were rushing to climb towards the ships, he felt a deep sense of powerlessness. There were too many people, so how could a night be enough?

Yang Ling led the confiscated defeated soldiers still blocking the Japanese troops rushing towards them near the city gate. They had fought bloody battles all night, and everyone who was still alive had their marks on them. The Japanese army never broke through their defense, but their defense was getting more and more difficult.

In the first half of the night, three broken gendarmeries led by Nanjing Mayor Xiao Shanling fought for five hours with thousands of policemen, and all died in battle.

Yang Ling first heard that General Xiaoshanling had such a powerful force under his command that he should be able to hold on until dawn, so he used the limited troops he had gathered to maintain the order of the river and beach without supporting him. However, he underestimated the madness of the Japanese army, so that General Xiaoshanling and others were all killed to realize the seriousness of the matter.

The nerves of the Japanese troops were already crazy by the killing and blood. They originally thought that hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians in Nanjing would be surrounded by them, and even the commander-in-chief Tang Shengzhi would be captured by them. They would occupy Nanjing with a complete victory and force China to surrender.

But they miscalculated, the garrison commanders fled, and the soldiers and civilians in Nanjing were also evacuating from Xiaguan, which made the Japanese troops entering the city very angry, so they rushed towards Xiaguan frantically, trying to intercept the fleeing people.

Yang Ling and the others were exhausted in the darkness. Seeing that the Japanese army was killed by them again, the surviving brother could no longer hold on and collapsed in the pile of corpses, breathing greedily.

The humid air was filled with a strong smell of blood. The brothers who were breathing in big mouths sucked the damp blood into their lungs and felt extremely uncomfortable, and some people coughed violently.

The two sides fought in the streets and alleys with mountains of dead bodies all night but felt nothing. Now it was dawn and they could finally see the battlefield clearly. Even the veterans who had been through many battles turned pale at this moment, and the surviving student soldiers started to vomit unbearably until the yellow water in their stomachs spit out, leaving only dry retching.

The legs and feet stained with blood were piled up layer by layer. Whether it was the ruins or the blood-burning streets, they were filled with dead bodies, as if they were covered with a thick mat. The blood flowed out had solidified and turned dark red. When you stepped on it, the entire shoe would be soaked in blood and become wet.

Yang Ling and his brothers who came to reinforce each other fought fiercely and lost two-thirds of them overnight, but the Japanese army also did not get any advantage. The headless body of the Japanese chief was falling into a blood pot, and was killed by two brothers who were dying with the last remaining power.

The medical soldier Xizi was leading his more than a dozen of his student soldiers who had become monks halfway through the road to rescue the wounded soldiers who were still breathing.

The medical soldier Xizi, who has always been committed to saving lives and healing the wounded, no longer cared about it at this moment. When he met those wounded Japanese soldiers who were still breathing, he also made up for it.

A shrill whistle echoed in Nanjing city, and Japanese soldiers with blood on their arms were running along the streets and roaring for help: "There are Chinese troops by the river! There are Chinese troops by the river!"

When the Japanese troops who were killing and sweeping in the city heard this, they immediately rushed from all over the place to the direction of Xiaguan like a tide.

The brigade of Japanese troops ran past the ruined streets. The streets were trampled to the sky, and countless smoke and dust were ripped off. Blood-red plaster flags were flying in the bloody city.

News about the Chinese army on the riverside spreading rapidly across the streets and alleys like the wind blowing, and reached the ears of the Japanese soldiers who were venting their brilliance on the people. They rushed towards Xiaguan, trying to make another contribution.

Before the Japanese infantry pounced towards Xiaguan had arrived, the roaring Japanese planes had already penetrated the morning light and flew to Xiaguan river beach. The huge motor roar pierced the ear drums, causing the crowds crowded on the beach to panic and scream.

"The Japanese plane is here! Hiddenly!" The soldiers who maintained order shouted loudly.

But there was nowhere to hide on the beach except for the weeds that were trampled into the mud. I watched the steel monster swooping down and making a huge roar in my ears.

"Dadadada—"

The Japanese plane began to dive and strafuse, the machine gun sprayed out a series of flames, and bullets as thick as corn poles swept down the crowd, and all the people crowded on the machine gun trajectory were smashed and flesh and blood splattered.

As soon as one plane dived and shot over, another followed. They plowed out blood bands from the crowd on the beach. The dead people were hugging each other and rolled into the cold river water, blood red.

Japanese planes dived back and forth on the beach and bombed. An aviation bomb fell into the crowd, and a rumbling sounded and exploded the sky with mud and flesh. Dozens of people were left with broken limbs and broken bodies.

The entire beach was in a mess, screaming and howling. The soldiers who maintained order roared and raised their guns to shoot, but the planes passed by and fired, leaving only a pile of rotten meat.

Groups of Japanese planes flew back and forth like crows. Seeing the people running wolves running around below, the Japanese pilots laughed fiercely, and they liked this feeling.

But soon they got tired of playing, and the plane rushed towards the ships on the river, and fishing boats loaded with people across the river were scattered with blood and blood.

The ship was riddled with holes, bombs were thrown into huge water columns, and many ships were ripped with flames. During the explosion, people and ships were blown into pieces all over the sky.

The city gates guarded by Yang Ling and the others were also subjected to fierce attacks, and dozens of Japanese tanks rushed towards the streets.

These tanks were bombarding and crushing the corpses and rushing forward. The chains were still bleeding. Under the crushing of these steel monsters, Yang Ling and the others could not stop them. The position was broken through and they could only fight and retreat to the beach. The Japanese tanks chased Yang Ling and the others and beat them on the butt. They watched the brothers fall down and Yang Ling's eyes turned red. He wanted to go back to fight, but was pulled away by Wang Huzi and the others.

The mud on the river beach was like rotten tofu. The Japanese tanks rushed onto the river beach and fell into the mud and lay down. They could only turn the turret and blast.

"Go up and explode them!" Seeing the Japanese tanks sinking into the mud, Yang Ling ordered a counterattack.

The angry brothers grabbed grenades and surrounded them from all directions like wolves, and tanks turned into scrap iron in the rumbling explosion.

The Japanese army's large number of infantry rushed past Yijiangmen and rushed towards the Xiaguan River Beach. They screamed with red eyes. Seeing the countless people on the beach, they were as if they saw blood flies, excited as if they were injected with chicken blood.

The blocking troops led by Yang Ling seized several slightly higher trenches near the river beach, and shot violently at the Japanese infantry that rushed over, which made them cry and shouted to their parents, and left more than a hundred bodies and retreated.
Chapter completed!