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

The muffled gunfire outside the city was getting closer and closer, the howling and screaming wounded were being sent down from the front, and the veterans were no longer in the mood to play and laugh, and the atmosphere became solemn.

Yang Ling also knew that although several troops were guarding them outside, they had fought for many days and suffered heavy losses. Under such circumstances, it was hard to say whether they could hold on, and they probably wouldn't be able to rest for long.

"One knife, let the brothers get ready." Yang Ling climbed to the roof, holding the Cao Changjing mirror to observe the direction outside the city.

The brothers began to prepare silently, putting on leggings and loading ammunition, and the atmosphere was filled with tension and anxiety.

Yang Ling and the others were preparing on the Daguang Road. On the front line, Guanghua Gate was already full of gunfire, and thick gunpowder smoke filled the entire space.

The 36th Wing of the Devils, which had attacked near Guanghuamen, called for the support of heavy artillery, and the howitzers deployed at Gaoqiaomen fiercely shelled the Chinese defenders near Guanghuamen for half an hour.

Facing the overwhelming artillery attack, the defenders had to withdraw from the Zhonghe Bridge block, retreat to Guanghuamen, relying on the moat and the machine guns arranged on the city wall to stop the devils from attacking.

But the Devil's Ninth Engineer Battalion rushed under the city wall and blasted a gap in the city wall by blasting. The bricks and rocks flew, and the sand filled in the city wall poured out, forming a gentle slope.

The Devil's infantry death squad took the opportunity to charge up the city along this gentle slope. Xie Chengrui, the head of the second regiment of the teaching corps guarding here, personally led the team to block the gap, but the Devil's mountain artillery was also pushed 600 meters to the right of the moat, facing the gap. The defenders bombarded.

Many soldiers who went to fill the gap were immediately blown to the bottom of the city. Even the regiment leader Xie Chengrui was injured and rescued.

"Ah!" The devils who rushed up the city wall saw dozens of Chinese soldiers standing in front of them, bared their teeth and screamed strangely, rushed up with bayonets, and then stabbed them all down the city. Guanghuamen was broken through for the first time. .

The captain of the 36th regiment, Waki ​​Itatajiro, saw their blood-red rising sun flag flying on the city wall through the binoculars, and his face turned red with excitement.

"Order First Battalion Captain Yoshimitsu Ito to immediately attack the city to expand the results of the battle! I will let the Ninth Mountain Artillery Battalion provide fire support!"

"Call the Division Headquarters, my 36th Regiment has taken the lead in attacking Nanjing at [-]:[-] p.m.!"

"Hi Yi!" The messenger left in a hurry.

Seeing that his troops took the lead in attacking Nanjing, this honor belongs to the 36th Regiment, and they will become the focus of attention. Thinking of these 36th Regiment Captain Jiro Wakita, he pumped his fist excitedly.

Text Chapter 295 Bloody Nanjing ([-])

Sato Yoshimitsu, the first captain of the 36th Wing, personally planted the blood-red rising sun flag on the head of Nanjing City.

The blood-stained devil soldiers all arrogantly held up their bloody bayonets, cheering loudly, long live the empire, long live the emperor!

"Mr. Liu, Mr. Liu, the devil has broken through the city wall!" Some soldiers in a state of distress stumbled into Liu Xing's frontline headquarters.

"What?!" Liu Xing, the deputy commander of the garrison, was shocked when he heard this.

He clearly knew that once the devils breached Guanghua Gate, a gap would be opened in Nanjing's defense line, which would cause a chain reaction, and Nanjing would be over.

He hurriedly grabbed the binoculars and rushed out the door, followed the ladder to the roof, raised the binoculars to look, and saw the blood-red Rising Sun flag fluttering in the wind at the top of the city outside the Guanghua Gate filled with gunpowder smoke, his heart skipped a beat. It sank to the bottom.

"What is Xie Chengrui doing! I'm going to shoot him!" Liu Xing immediately became furious. Now that Xie Chengrui lost Guanghuamen, they fell into a passive position.

"Mr. Liu, Commander Xie was injured and was taken down." The visitor replied.

Although he heard that Xie Chengrui was also injured, Liu Xing was still furious: "Go back and tell Xie Chengrui to stop the forces from taking back the city wall immediately. If you can't take it back, I, Liu Xing, will never let him go!"

"Yes!" The visitor saluted, turned around and went to Guanghua Gate.

"Mr. Liu, Commander Xie's Second Regiment fought for two days and two nights. I heard that there were a lot of casualties. Now there may not be many people left. Even if they want to take back the city wall, they may not be able to do so." Staff Liu Ming Said worriedly.

Liu Xing was also very clear in his heart. After a moment of contemplation, he ordered: "Order Yang Ling's guerrilla battalion to end the rest and immediately go to battle. Be sure to take back the city wall! Squeeze the devils back!"

Yang Ling's guerrilla battalion only withdrew from the front line to Daguang Road yesterday evening, and had to go up again after resting for less than half a day. Liu Xing was also helpless. He had no more soldiers to move after the battle.

"Call the 51st Division in Zangjia Lane and ask them to send a unit to attack Guanghuamen from outside the city. Be sure to intercept the devil's follow-up troops." Liu Xing thought for a while and ordered.

The troops of the 51st Division have just withdrawn from Chunhua Town on the outskirts, and they are currently fighting fiercely with the devils on the Cangjia Lane between Guanghuamen and Zhonghuamen. not coming back.

The devil commander Sato Yoshimitsu personally planted the general flag at the head of Nanjing City. The devil troops attacking nearby saw the flag flying high above the city head, their morale was greatly shaken, and they rushed towards Guanghuamen continuously, trying to follow the opened gap. Entering Nanjing City, the situation became more and more critical.

"Battalion Commander Yang!" The dusty messenger rushed to the Daguang Road, and found the guerrilla battalion commander Yang Ling, but he didn't bother to salute.

"The devils have broken through the walls of Guanghuamen. Commander Liu ordered your battalion to go into battle immediately, take back the walls, and suppress the devils!"

Yang Ling realized the seriousness of the problem when he heard the messenger's words. If Guanghua Gate was breached, the chain reaction would cause the entire defense line to collapse as quickly as a festering dam.

"Target Guanghuamen! Run and move forward!" Yang Ling didn't delay, and led the brothers from the guerrilla battalion to rush out along the street.

The devil's artillery was firing continuously. From time to time, shells fell on the houses on both sides of the street, and the smoke and dust from the explosion filled the air. Some brothers were blown up while running, but the situation was urgent, so we didn't care about it so much.

"Don't worry about the wounded, the stretcher team will come and take care of them!"

The brothers of the guerrilla battalion were running wildly on the ruined streets, everyone was breathing hard with tense faces, and the rifles and kettles made clanking sounds.

Crowds of wounded soldiers rushed over along the street, each of them was covered in blood. Seeing Yang Ling and his troops rushing to Guanghuamen, they hurriedly moved out of the way.

"Brothers, go quickly, the devils have broken into the city!" The wounded soldiers lying on stretchers shouted loudly, providing Yang Ling and the others with the latest information.

The closer to Guanghua Gate, the thicker the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood. The ground was pitted by bombs, the house was burning in the thick smoke, and the dead bodies were everywhere. There was a fierce firefight ahead.

Major Ito Yoshimitsu, the first captain of the devils, followed the gap in the city wall blasted by the mountain artillery brigade, and led the death squads to occupy the city wall.

He didn't stop, and immediately led the troops to rush into the city, and swept to the two wings, trying to expand the results of the battle.

The devils are very familiar with the tactics of breaking through the center and sweeping from the two wings. Although they entered the streets, the devils' attacks are still fierce.

Major Sato Yoshimitsu ordered the machine guns to seize the commanding heights everywhere, covering the infantry death squads to charge forward. Although the Chinese defenders resisted desperately, they were still pushed back continuously, and the devils were about to gain a firm foothold in the city.

"Hold it! Hold it!"

Xie Chengrui, the head of the Second Regiment of the Teaching Corps, whose leg was injured, lay on a stretcher and did not leave the line of fire, screaming for the troops to resist the devil's attack.

Most of those who broke into the city were devils death squads, they were all fanatical militarists, and they rushed forward shirtless in the cold winter months, not afraid of death at all.

Xie Chengrui's death order was to take back the city wall, but now that he couldn't even defend this block, he was about to collapse.

At this critical moment, the guerrilla battalion led by Yang Ling rushed to the battlefield in time.

"Blacksmith! Charge me the machine gun company!"

Yang Ling moved more than 20 Czech-style light machine guns from the ammunition depot. At this moment, all the handles were tied with ropes. The brothers of the machine gun company hung the machine guns around their necks, and they rushed and fired with their arms around the machine guns. Like bullets shrouded in the past towards the devil.

Although the Devils are not afraid of death, they are also mortal bodies. Facing the rain of bullets splashing like water, their bodies trembled wildly, and large clouds of blood mist appeared. The blood mist has not dissipated, and another A blood mist formed, like a rain of blood.

"You little devil! Come on! Come on!"

The tower-like blacksmith hangs a machine gun around his neck and fires continuously, making the ammunition hand behind him almost unable to keep up.

Under the violent blow of bullets, the Devils' Death Squad fell in pieces like harvested wheat, and the whole street was filled with heavy gunpowder smoke and bloody smell.

Xie Chengrui, the head of the regiment lying on the stretcher, was stunned by the sudden appearance of the new force. There were more than 20 machine guns. The overwhelming and unstoppable firepower made him amazed and envious.

Yang Ling wasn't envious, but felt sorry for the bullets. These losers really don't know how to save money. They only care about firing to make them feel comfortable. Does it take so much ammunition to kill more than 100 devils?