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

"The devil's cannon fire is too fierce, Yuhuatai is urgent! Zhonghuamen is urgent! Ask for reinforcements!"

Deputy Commander Luo Zhuoying stood up and said: "We can't sit still, I'll go to the front line of Zhonghua Gate to command."

"You are the deputy commander, how can you put yourself in danger?" Tang Shengzhi hurriedly waved his hand to stop: "Let the 156th Division of Guanghuamen send a regiment to rush to the Zhonghuamen, Yuhuatai, and be sure to block the enemy!"

Deputy Commander Luo Zhuoying stomped her feet anxiously: "I'm afraid it's too late now, I'd better go directly to the Zhonghuamen to take command, and I'll take my guard battalion there, they are all veterans!"

Just as they were arguing with each other, some people rode into the commander's office of the garrison again.

"The enemy broke through the engineering school on the flank of the 87th Division. Guanghuamen is in a hurry!"

Liu Xing, the deputy commander, couldn't sit still any longer. He turned to Tang Shengzhi and said, "Now we can't wait any longer. In this way, I will take people to Guanghua Gate, and Commander Luo will take people to Zhonghua Gate. Commander Tang, you sit here and command."

Seeing this situation, Tang Shengzhi also knew that the war situation was critical, so he had to agree with Liu Xing's suggestion and let the two deputy commanders take command.

"Then you must pay attention to safety."

"Don't worry, Chief Tang, we are protected by guards."

After the two deputy commanders Liu Xing and Luo Zhuoying finished speaking, they immediately grabbed their guns and went out, and went to Guanghuamen and Zhonghuamen respectively to direct the battle.

Body 2 Chapter Eighty Cannon Fodder

Dense artillery shells bombarded the defenders' positions in various places in Nanjing City with the howling sound of tearing the air, and hordes of devil planes also threw aerial bombs without showing any weakness, which made people itch with hatred. And helpless.

Countless streets and alleys were burning, billowing thick smoke covered the sky, and the shock wave of the explosion destroyed everything. The residents had already hid in the city, and the defenders hiding in the bunkers were blown to pieces from time to time, and the sky rained blood.

The devils have gone mad, and the defenders are under tremendous pressure everywhere. There are scorched earth and ruined walls everywhere.

"Regiment seat! Regiment seat!" The ashen-faced soldiers got into the crumbling regiment command post, and found the regiment leader who was also utterly black.

"What's the matter! Is the devil coming up again!" The head of the regiment was about to charge out with his pistol in hand.

"No! Some devils have already made a detour to Zangjia Lane! When we got behind us, the division headquarters ordered us to retreat! If we don't retreat, we will be dumped!"

Upon hearing this, the head of the regiment immediately cursed: "Damn it! Order all companies to evacuate their positions immediately!"

The staff officer hurriedly grabbed the head of the regiment: "The devils should come up after the bombardment is over! You have to leave a company to block it! Otherwise, it will all be over—"

"Let the supplementary eighth company stay, and the others will evacuate immediately!" After finishing speaking, the regiment leader got out of the headquarters without looking back.

The staff officer stopped the signal soldier who was about to leave and ordered: "Go and tell the supplementary eighth company to cover the evacuation of the whole regiment!"

"Yes!"

After the signal soldier responded, he got out of the regiment headquarters and rushed along the traffic trench towards the position to supplement the eighth company.

The eighth company's supplementary position was located in the salient part of the entire regiment's position. As soon as the shelling was over, ragged soldiers emerged from various places, preparing to block the charge of the devil soldiers.

"Company commander, the devils have come!" The soldiers lying in the trench pointed their guns at the ruins, and there were a lot of devils indistinctly rushing towards them.

"Looks like a devil's death squad!"

Some soldiers saw that the devils who came over were all shirtless and their heads were wrapped with cloth strips, and they couldn't help feeling tense. This brat was not only ruthless to the enemy, but also ruthless to their own people.

"I'm afraid, Death Squad, Death Squad, as long as you dare to come here, I guarantee that he will never come back!" The company commander was bareheaded, smoking a cigarette fiercely, and cursing loudly.

"That's right, we Sichuan people have never lied to devils!" Someone echoed loudly.

"Long line!"

"To!"

"Put the devil closer and hit again. We don't have many bullets, so save it!"

The first platoon leader laughed: "Company commander, when have we wasted bullets, just look at it, one bullet will definitely kill a devil!"

The company commander took another puff of cigarette and reminded loudly: "Brothers! The regiment handed over the position to us, and we have to hold it! Don't embarrass the Sichuan people!"

Before the company commander's words fell, the regiment's signal corps had already found a supplementary eighth company commander along the traffic trench.

"Company Commander Zhao, the regiment ordered your eighth company to cover the entire regiment to evacuate!"

"What!" Hearing this, the commander of the eighth company threw away the cigarette in his hand, and hurriedly stood up: "Stop fighting?"

The messenger hurriedly explained: "The devils have taken our rear route, and the regiment has withdrawn, let you cover with the rear!"

"Fuck you, motherfucker!" The platoon leader was furious when he heard this, and kicked the messenger to the ground: "Let us fight this deadly battle again! You won't feel comfortable if we don't kill us all!"

"I have delivered the order, it is up to you whether to carry it out or not." The signal soldier didn't bother to argue with the platoon leader, he didn't care about the scorched earth all over his body, he turned and ran away after saying a word.

Seeing that the communication soldier ran away without looking back, the devils were approaching, and the friendly company had no movement, the company commander's expression darkened.

"Company Commander, let's withdraw before we get into a fight with the devils!" A platoon leader sweated profusely when he saw the devils getting closer.

"We only have these 60 or so brothers left, we can't leave them all here, company commander, give an order quickly, our entire regiment was wiped out by the rear, we can't repeat the same mistakes!"

The brothers of the Sichuan army, whose faces were blackened by gunpowder, also turned their heads to look at their company commander, waiting for his order.

And at this moment, those devils' death squads who were shirtless in the cold winter months had already approached them at a distance of 400 meters, and they could hear strange screams and swishing bullets.

"Brothers! We were still one regiment when we fought Shanghai! Now we are the only one company left! Our Sichuan army is so miserable! We have no guns or cannons, and we are cannon fodder on the battlefield! But we must be cannon fodder! Cannon fodder can allow the hundreds of brothers in the regiment to successfully evacuate! We will not embarrass our millions of fathers and folks in Sichuan! We must die on the battlefield, and we cannot let the grandson of the supervising team shoot black guns!"

"God damn it, fight with the little devil!" A row of elders roared.

"Fight it!" The surviving 60 or so brothers from the Supplementary Eighth Company who retreated from the Songhu Battlefield roared with red eyes.

"Kill and change!"

The shirtless Devil Death Squad rushed ferociously to the position to replenish the Eighth Company. The sparse rifle bullets guarding the position could not stop the charge of the Devil Soldiers at all.

The company commander fired all the bullets on his body, threw away the rifle, picked up his saber and turned out of the trench, raising his arms and shouting: "Brothers! Kill the devil!"

The Sichuan Army who supplemented the eighth company was extremely poorly equipped, and the soldiers didn't have many bayonets, but they rushed out without hesitation, fighting hand-to-hand with the devil's death squad with gun butts and fists.

The saber in the company commander's hand had already made countless gaps in the bloody battle all the way, but it was still undiminished. He roared angrily at the body cut from the devil's neck, and blood splattered him slowly.

A ghost with a fierce face screamed and knocked him to the ground, and then stabbed him fiercely with the bright bayonet, but the devil used too much force and plunged into the scorched earth.

The Eighth Company Commander's saber swung forward, cutting off the devil soldier's calf, and the devil immediately rolled on the ground screaming.

A devil stabbed a Sichuan soldier with a bayonet, but the Sichuan soldier used his last strength to pull the grenade in his hand, and both of them were blown out, and they died together with the devil.

The devil's death squad was fierce, but these red-eyed Sichuan soldiers also fought with the determination to die. They stabbed and killed each other side by side.

"Kill!" Just as the two sides were fighting inextricably, a murderous team rushed out of the gunpowder smoke behind the devils, and ran straight into the group of devils.

The machete in Liu Yidao's hand swung loudly, the blade chopped off, and the ferocious devil's head fell to the ground with a grunt.