Chapter 46: The Beginning of the Tragedy

When passing through the Rujiang Gate from Xiaguan, there were corpses all over the vicinity of the Rujiang Gate, and the guns were thrown on the ground and no one took them. Some of the brothers rushed down the river with a panel on the surface of the river two or three miles wide, and it was not easy to cross the river with a board, but there was not one brother who crossed the river, and most of them were eventually swallowed up by the merciless water.

The crowd headed towards Xiaguan, and the 103rd Division went downstream, looking so abrupt. Fate is greater, and there will be people who will pay attention to them, especially when the gunshots are getting closer and closer to the Rujiang Gate.

"Zhang Ziwen, we have to hurry up, otherwise we won't be able to get the boat when the devil comes up."

After the old pole finished speaking, he began to run forward, Zhang Ziwen also began to run, and the rest of the brothers saw the people in front of them running, and they ran south quickly in a hurry.

After running for more than 20 minutes, Zhang Ziwen had already begun to lose his strength, but the old pole said that it was so fast that Zhang Ziwen endured it and followed.

A few minutes later, the old pole took Zhang Ziwen to the edge of the Qinhuai River before stopping, and began to take off his clothes without speaking.

"What are you doing, old pole."

While Zhang Ziwen was talking, Wan Shijiong had already begun to ask more than a dozen brothers to undress.

The old pole jumped down, followed by more than a dozen people and jumped down the river, and there were some people on the side, who ignored the behavior of the 103rd Division throwing themselves into the river, and went straight to the north.

Zhang Ziwen's head was full of doubts, why he jumped into the water without speaking, and it wasn't until the old pole that they led people to turn out a boat from the water Zhang Ziwen understood.

The old pole knew that Tang Shengzhi ordered the coexistence and death in Nanjing, so he secretly took the two of them out of the city to get a boat, but Zhang Ziwen didn't know that he was hiding it, and the old pole just told me that he did it.

Later, Zhang Ziwen asked the old pole how he got the boat out of the city, but the old pole refused to say.

Two boats were turned out one after another, three boats were two big and one small, it was impossible for the three of them to hide at the bottom of the river by themselves, Zhang Ziwen thought of this and glanced at the old pole, the old pole avoided Zhang Ziwen's eyes, and pretended not to know.

There are more than 200 people in the 103rd Division, and these three boats are estimated to be able to sit on a hundred and ten people or overloaded, what should I do if there are still 100 brothers Zhang Ziwen thought of this and looked at Wan Shijiong.

"The wounded brothers went aboard the boat first, and the rest of the brothers looked for anything to float up, and they held what they found, tied themselves with ropes, and tied them to the stern of the boat."

As soon as Wan Shijiong spoke, the wounded brothers climbed into the boat, and the rest of the brothers went to look for wood, but fortunately, there were often logs washed down from the river by the river, and many brothers came back with logs.

Before Zhang Ziwen could get it right, the gunfire of the devil was already approaching the position of the 103rd Division. It doesn't matter if you find something or not. As soon as the rope was tied, it was tied to the stern of the boat like a string of grasshoppers. Zhang Ziwen directly took a few brothers on the boat, and Lao Shen also got on the boat with Zhang Ziwen.

Wan Shijiong took the acting battalion commander of the second battalion to another big boat, and more than 20 brothers on the small boat were crowded on it, and the three boats were about to be flooded by 20 centimeters.

The brothers in the water pushed the boat into the middle of the river and floated in the water with a log, and the wooden boat was not a steamer, but could only enter the river along the Qinhuai River. As soon as he arrived in the middle of the river, Zhang Ziwen saw the devils chasing the people to the north, completely ignoring the 200 brothers of the 103rd Division in the middle of the river, and shooting the people in front of more than 200 brothers.

Zhang Ziwen raised his gun and fired at the devil, hoping to attract the attention of the devil and let the people escape.

"Fire and attract the devils."

The brothers on the boat set up machine guns and fired at the devils, the devils were caught off guard, but they didn't expect a group of routs to have the courage to want them to fire, and the devils were too few to retreat south.

The devil retreated, the people were gone, and Zhang Ziwen and others went downstream. When they arrived at the mouth of the Three Forks, because the boat was carrying too many people and the river wind was too strong, the water went directly into the boat, and the brothers could only desperately scoop out the water.

to avoid the shipwreck. The water section of Nanjing is relatively gentle, and the brothers of the 103rd Division took advantage of their strength to row in the direction of Pukou, which is the only place in the west where you can take a train, although the 103rd Division can now cross the river, but the Devil's Tuanqi detachment can attack Pukou from the south to the north, and directly cross the river to send the devil's mouth.

Zhang Ziwen took Lao Shen's telescope on the river and looked at the east bank, where the fire in Nanjing was serious and billowing smoke. The direction of Rujiangmen was crowded, and boats of all sizes and rafts made by themselves were rowing towards the west bank.

When the 103rd Division marched between Rujiangmen and Pukou, a group of men and horses rushed out of Rujiangmen, and then the Japanese rushed out. The devil took the gunfire and began to shoot at the people, Zhang Ziwen threw the telescope to Lao Shen to look through the scope, but found that he couldn't aim at all, more than two miles, Zhang Ziwen couldn't hit it even if he aimed.

"Little devil, your eighteenth generation ancestor......"

Zhang Ziwen can only release this breath through scolding, how many people have died in the devil like this, the riverside is full of people mixed with the brothers, and the devil will definitely hurt the villagers if he wants to beat the brothers.

Hearing Zhang Ziwen scolding the little devil, a boatload of brothers didn't know what he was scolding. Still rowing hard, the brothers in the water have soaked their lips purple, and if they don't go ashore, they will die in the river.

"Tama's~"

Lao Shen smashed his fist on the boat, and his hand was bleeding.

Zhang Ziwen saw Wan Shijiong looking at the river with a telescope, but he didn't say anything.

When they reached the shore, the brothers who had been immersed in the river were pulled ashore one by one, only to find that dozens of brothers who had not found wood had been drowned.

Wan Shijiong buried them by the river and ran directly to the Pukou Railway Station, and there was no time to give Zhang Ziwen a feeling, because the devil didn't know when he would come over, and now the Tuanqi detachment didn't know that it was blocked by that unit outside Pukou, if the devil crossed the river from the Xiaguan area, then Pukou would be attacked on three sides.

When we arrived at the Pukou Railway Station, the entrance of the station was crowded with people waiting for the train, including brothers from the national army and people who had fled, but the people had been driven out of the train station, and those waiting to get on the train were all brothers from the national army who had crossed the river from Nanjing.

Wan Shijiong led the brothers through the sentry post, and when he went inside, Zhang Ziwen began to inquire, and asked for a long time before asking.

Yesterday, Yu Jishi, commander of the 74th Army, had a way to find a small steamer that could carry more than 300 people at a time, and after a night of busy work, he pulled away more than 5,000 people from the 74th Army, and the 88th Division had a batch of wooden boats to rush out more than 2,000 people from the 88th Division. They are all members of the Central Committee, so they have boarded the first train this morning and left, and the noon car has just left, and there are military police units and several troops of the 87th Division on it.

Wan Shijiong came back with a dark face and told the brothers that those who could make trains took the train, and those who could not take the train had retreated in the direction of Hefei.

Zhang Ziwen listened to Wan Shijiong's words and came back with a black face, and Zhang Ziwen knew that the 103rd Division could only rely on two legs.

"We first retreated to the direction of Chuzhou along the railway, and if we could take the train along the way, we would take the train, and if we couldn't take the train, we would go to Chuzhou and then find a way."

Wan Shijiong set the tone, took the remnants of the 103rd Division out of Pukou, and headed all the way to the west.

When it got dark, there was no way to go any further, and most of the brothers' clothes were wet, so it was good to be able to carry them here on a cold day, so I finally found a fire, made a pile of firewood, and roasted the clothes.

The place where Zhang Ziwen was was already leeward, but in December, he was still wet in a single coat, and he was shivering with cold. The brothers of the Sichuan Army, who were more than 1,000 miles away from the 103rd Division, were also wearing single clothes to avoid the wind and snow in the north.