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

More and more soldiers came out of the gunpowder smoke. They were brave and slashed at these devils. Even the student soldier Wang Zikun stabbed a wounded devil to the ground with a bayonet.

The devil's blood sprayed on Wang Zikun's face, and the bloody smell that rushed into his lungs made him feel sick, but he still held back forcefully, and went into the battlefield with a bloody bayonet in his hand.

The more than 100 Devil Death Squad was wiped out by the passing guerrilla battalion in less than a moment.

"Where's your officer?" Yang Ling fought all the devils and asked the ragged army, trying to find the way to Guanghuamen.

A soldier pointed to the blood-stained corpse and choked up, saying, "Our company commander and the others are all dead..."

Text Chapter 281 Strengthening Strength

On December 12, most of the outer positions of Nanjing City fell, and the devils tightened their siege on all sides. The nine army divisions and regiments with more than 10 elite troops, plus the support of navy, air force, fighter planes and warships, surrounded Nanjing like an iron barrel.

Devil commander Matsui Iwane issued an order to attack the city at 12:10 on December 13.

The Ninth Division launched a fierce attack on Guanghua Gate, the 114th Division, the 6th Division towards Zhonghua Gate, and the 16th Division launched a fierce attack on Zijin Mountain at the same time.

The Chinese defenders guarding the defense lines everywhere have already suffered heavy losses. Facing the tide of devil soldiers, they used their flesh and blood to fight against the devils, and swore to defend the city behind them.

Gui Yongqing's teaching team defended Zijin Mountain. Relying on the pre-set position of reinforced concrete, they stubbornly blocked the devil's attack. Both sides killed corpses everywhere.

After the outbreak of the Battle of Songhu, the teaching corps quickly expanded to 9 regiments with a total of more than 4 soldiers. Although they suffered heavy losses in Shanghai, they still had more than 3 soldiers after retreating to Nanjing, and their combat effectiveness was still strong.

But this time the devils went crazy, and the teaching corps of the "Iron Guard" known as the chairman couldn't hold it anymore.

In order to stabilize the morale of the Nanjing defenders, the chairman asked the teaching corps to stay in Nanjing, and Gui Yongqing agreed without hesitation.

At that time, his idea was that Nanjing was the capital, and people all over the country watched it. They taught the corps to participate in the battle of defending Nanjing. retreat.

But in the face of the devil's crazy attack, Gui Yongqing's intestines were remorseful. Commander Tang Shengzhi wanted to live and die in Nanjing, so he had to be buried with the teaching team.

Gui Yongqing was squatting in the underground bunker of Zijin Mountain, listening to the rumble of guns outside, he lowered his head and smoked alone, he knew that this time he had miscalculated, but now that he was on the battlefield, no matter what, he had to be tough Scalp down.

"Officer Gui, let's withdraw, if the fight continues, all the brothers will be wiped out."

The shells kept falling outside the bunker, and the smoke and dust from the explosion splashed everywhere. The headquarters of the teaching corps also trembled. The staff persuaded the teaching team leader Gui Yongqing to order evacuation.

Hearing the persuasion from the staff, Gui Yongqing threw away the cigarette in his hand and stood up: "Withdraw! Now retreat there! Behind us is the city of Nanjing, and we have no way out!"

A staff officer reminded: "Mr. Gui, our gendarmerie still controls some ferries, we can cross the river..."

When Gui Yongqing heard this, he immediately scolded the staff: "You have crossed the river, what will our tens of thousands of brothers do? The hundreds of thousands of residents in the city will do this?! Have you ever thought about it, you little devil? Animals are not as good, you have the heart to throw them to the devils?!"

The staff officers were scolded by Gui Yongqing, and they didn't dare to vent their anger. They knew that Gui Yongqing was in a bad mood, and he was as quiet as a shabby, so they didn't dare to speak out again.

After Gui Yongqing got angry for no reason, he lit the cigarette again for himself. He ordered the combat staff: "Call each regiment and tell them to resist resolutely and not to retreat. If there is a mistake, raise your head." Come and see!"

Faced with Gui Yongqing's death order, the various regiments in the precarious Zijin Mountain position had to rely on the favorable terrain fortifications, and repeatedly competed with the devils for the position, and the two sides fought in darkness.

When the Zijin Mountain position was under the pressure of collapse, the Zhonghuamen and Yuhuatai were also bloody.

The 114th Division of the Sixth Division led by Gu Hisao will attack Yuhuatai and Zhonghuamen, and Luo Zhuoying, the deputy commander of the Nanjing Garrison, will go to the front line to command the troops to fight to the death.

The Yuhuatai position with a defense line less than 2000 meters wide was the most fiercely contested battlefield. The devils' planes and cannons bombarded them one after another, turning Yuhuatai into a piece of scorched earth.

The 88th Division of Sun Yuanliang's Department guarding here was originally a German weapon division. After the Battle of Songhu, it was exhausted and repaired. After five rounds of repairs, the combat effectiveness was not as good as before.

In the three-day bloody battle with the devils at Yuhuatai, Zhu Chi, the commander of the 88nd Brigade under the 262th Division, and Gao Zhisong, the commander of the 164th Brigade, all 6000 officers and soldiers died heroically.

Although the Chinese garrison guarded Yuhuatai, there were too many devils, tons of shells poured into Yuhuatai, and finally Yuhuatai fell.

The devil soldiers occupying the commanding heights of Yuhuatai immediately condescended and fired violently at the defenders' positions near the Zhonghua Gate, forcing the defenders to abandon their positions and turn to street fighting.

The fierce battle has become fierce, and many army leaders have been killed. The troops still resisted spontaneously and bravely without any command until they all died heroically.

The ancient city of Nanjing is trembling with the sound of guns and guns, and the thick smoke is devouring its former glory.

The roaring Devil planes continued to fly over Nanjing, and the aerial bombs dropped caused countless exquisite houses to burst into flames and eventually razed to the ground.

The guerrilla battalion led by Yang Ling was rushing through the dilapidated streets. As seen by the smoke, there were ruins and walls everywhere after the bombing, and thick smoke billowed everywhere.

The battlefield started in every part of Nanjing City, with gunshots and explosions everywhere. The troops guarding Nanjing were constantly fighting with the advancing devil soldiers, and the battlefield was expanding and spreading to the urban area.

The command system on the battlefield has completely failed. The commanders of the frontline troops are either injured and evacuated, or have died heroically. Most of the troops are in a state of no command.

Yang Ling is very anxious now, he doesn't know to what extent the battle situation has deteriorated, and he doesn't know whether the other city gates have fallen

He originally hoped to lead the guerrilla battalion withdrawn from the outer positions to the troops of the 51st Division. After all, he had a relationship with Zhang Lingfu, the commander of the 305th regiment. Staying with them, the brothers of the guerrilla battalion can be preserved to the greatest extent. He wanted to take these brothers out alive.

But the battlefield has become a mess, and there is no place for the 51st Division to be found on the chaotic battlefield. Later, he heard from the rout that the deputy commander, Liu Xing, had arrived at Guanghuamen to take command, so he immediately led the troops to go there. .

Yang Ling's guerrilla battalion can also be regarded as the deputy commander Liu Xing's troops. If you find Liu Xing, you can find out the current battlefield situation. More importantly, Liu Xing is the deputy commander.

Yang Ling didn't want the tragedy in Nanjing City to happen. If he succeeded in persuading the deputy commander, Liu Xing, he could issue orders in Liu Xing's name to avoid the tragedy.

The guerrilla battalion withdrew all the way, constantly gathering the scattered soldiers, and the strength of the troops increased instead of decreasing, and the rapid expansion reached more than a thousand people.

Yang Ling never refused these stragglers. Anyone he encountered was taken into the team. He urgently needs to strengthen his strength now. Only with strong strength can he fight the little devils and cover more residents to evacuate.

Text Chapter 282 Save the Chief

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The howling bullets passed through the dilapidated street, sank into the head of a security sentry lying on the roof, and then went unabated and embedded in the wooden pile behind.

The guard sentry rolled down the sloping roof and fell into the courtyard, followed by a large piece of rubble.

Wu Jiang, the deputy battalion commander of the security who was resting in the yard, saw the guard sentry covered in brains and blood, and hurriedly grabbed a twenty-shot rifle.

"The devil has touched it! Prepare to fight!"

Before the deputy battalion commander Wu Jiang could finish his words, several melon grenades had been thrown along the wall into the courtyard, bouncing and whirling.

"Damn it!"

When Wu Jiang saw the melon grenade rolling towards him, he cursed in his heart, and he jumped into the room behind him, knocking the tables and chairs toppled over.

Boom boom boom!

The violent explosion radiated to the surroundings, and the fiery red explosion fragments mixed with the blasted gravel slammed into the window edges, wooden doors and walls, and immediately became riddled with holes.

In the courtyard, more than a dozen brothers from the guard battalion who had no time to react were blown up more than half a meter by the violent air waves, and then fell heavily. Most of them were blown to pieces.

A brother was knocked over by the explosion, fell into a coma, and his helmet was thrown off. Bright red blood flowed down his cheeks, sticky and mixed with the dust on his face, making him look ashamed.

He shook his head and sat up, and saw a devil in a steel helmet rushing into the yard amidst the gunpowder smoke.

The sharp bayonet exuding cold air made him startled, and he hurriedly turned around to grab the rifle that flew out.