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

Liu Yidao chopped off the army flag that the devil had planted on the top of the city, and threw it towards the city wall. The captain of the 36th devil's regiment in the binoculars could see clearly, his face was livid with anger.

"Baga! Road!" Captain Waki ​​Itatajiro roared and ordered: "Artillery bombardment! Artillery bombardment!"

The Ninth Mountain Artillery Battalion, which was close to the moat, immediately launched a fierce bombardment on the guerrilla battalion in the gap.

"Retreat to the city!" Seeing the overwhelming shells coming, Yang Ling would fight hard, and hurriedly withdrew his troops to the artillery hole under the city to hide from the artillery.

The devil's artillery is powerful, and it hit the city wall with a heavy bombardment. The city wall trembled violently as if it had been smashed by a sledgehammer, and the dust in the artillery hole fell down. They got kicked out.

As soon as the devil's cannons stopped, Yang Ling asked the blacksmith to connect to the city wall with a machine gun. More than 20 Czech-style light machine guns formed an airtight firepower network, and the devil who rushed over again dropped a hundred more corpse.

At this moment, the 51th Regiment led by Zhang Lingfu of the 305st Division rushed over from the direction of Cangjia Lane and flanked the 36th Wing of Devils outside Guanghua Gate, forcing them to send troops back for help.

"Blacksmith, leave one platoon to defend the gap, and the rest follow me to fight back!"

Yang Ling also seized the opportunity to launch a counterattack to the Zhongheqiao neighborhood outside the city.

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Thick gunpowder smoke filled the entire block, and the rotting corpses smelled of rotting. Among the dilapidated ruins, soldiers covered in gunpowder smoke and blood were striding eastward to chase and defeat the retreating devils.

Major Ito Yoshimitsu, commander of the 36st Battalion of the Devil's [-]th Wing, was killed by a grenade, and the [-]st Battalion was also driven out of Nanjing City by the guerrilla battalion led by Yang Ling.

The 305th Regiment led by Zhang Lingfu launched a fierce attack on the Devils from the outer flanks of the city.

Of course, Yang Ling would not let go of this opportunity to beat the dog in the water. He led the main force of the guerrilla battalion in pursuit of the retreating devil soldiers, and once again attacked the Zhonghe Bridge block, trying to restore their position here.

"Don't let the little devil run away! Kill him!"

The company commander Liu Yidao raised his arms and shouted with a bloody bayonet in his hand, and he was the most ferocious chaser.

Da da da--

The devil's covering machine gun team panted and put the machine gun on the sack, and they pulled the trigger without hesitation at Liu Yidao.

The whizzing bullets scurry across the ruined streets, smashing wood and debris and flying around. Several brothers who rushed too hard were shot and fell to the ground, raising a large cloud of smoke and dust.

"Damn it! Machine gun! Hit me!"

Liu Yidao flew to the back of the sandbag to avoid the bullets that swept towards him, and looked at his brother lying on the ground bleeding in the distance, his eyes were red, and he roared towards the back.

The brothers of the machine gun company led by the blacksmith were also exhausted and out of breath, fell to the ground, set up the machine gun and began to fight back, with a rattling sound.

The bullets frenziedly flew across the ruins, hitting the sack of the Devil's machine gun with a popping noise, and the bouncing bullet broke the Devil's machine gunner's arm, and he fell on his back immediately.

The devil's deputy shooter immediately threw away the [-]-cap rifle in his hand, and re-adjusted the machine gun ferociously, and the devil's machine gun started to ring again.

The ballistic trajectory spread along the street, chasing and beating Liu Yidao who had just rushed out. The angry Liu Yidao cursed, rolled and dodged behind the wall a few times, and escaped with his life.

Yang Ling bowed his body and kept rushing forward under the cover of the ruins. The devil's machine gun greeted him. He squatted down and hid behind the barricade. The bullets flew past his head and embedded themselves in the wooden window behind him.

"Huzi! Attract the devil's firepower, I'll kill him!" Yang Ling shouted at Huzi, the guard who rushed to lie beside him.

Although Huzi is young, a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, and he has no fear at all in the hail of bullets. He took a deep breath and ran sideways to another barricade.

As soon as Huzi ran out, the devil's machine gun bullets greeted him, hitting him with gravel and smoke flying behind him.

Yang Ling straightened up from behind the barricade the moment the Devil's machine gun was aimed at Huzi, pointed the gun at the Devil's machine gunner behind the sack, and pulled the trigger.

puff!

The devil's neck was smashed by the howling bullets, a stream of dirty blood spurted out, the ammunition splashed all over his face, and the devil's machine gun misfired.

As soon as the devil's machine gunner misfired, Liu Yidao rushed up with a murderous look. The devil's gunner wanted to stand up and continue shooting, but as soon as he stood up, he was smashed into a sieve by Yang Ling's machine gun.

When Liu Yidao rushed to the Devil's machine gun team, he saw the lead shooter of the Devil's machine gun lying on the ground moaning while clutching his bleeding arm.

Without the slightest sympathy, he pulled out his shell gun and aimed a shot at the devil soldier's head. The dull gunshot sounded, and the head of the devil machine gun's main shooter was smashed into a paste by the bullet, and he couldn't die any more.

The fighting company of the guerrilla battalion continued to rush forward along the ruins. The troops retreating from the devil wanted to use the ruined barricades to build a defense line, but facing Yang Ling's murderous counterattack troops, their fragile defense line was like paper. Just break.

The brothers in the guerrilla battalion hadn't fought such a hearty battle for a long time, and they couldn't hold their ground at all, chasing the devils out of Sanjie.

An old devil was hiding by the window of a two-story attic on the side of the street, taking advantage of the scuffle on the street, and kept shooting and attacking.

Student soldier Wang Zikun saw that the brother beside him was hit by a stray bullet that shot out from nowhere, and he hurriedly dragged the brother behind the wall.

"Someone is injured here! Come on!" Wang Zikun yelled while holding a gun for cover.

A student soldier who had been briefly trained by the health guards heard Wang Zikun's cry and rushed over grabbing the bandages, but halfway through the rush, he fell to the ground and twitched, seeing that he was dying.

"Damn it!" Wang Zikun noticed the ghost soldiers hidden on the second floor of the street this time, and cursed loudly.

"Platoon leader! There's a devil hiding on the second floor!" Wang Zikun reported loudly to the investigative platoon leader Shunzi.

Several combat companies of Yang Ling's guerrilla battalion were chasing along several streets. Shunzi and the others were blocked by the Devil's heavy machine gun squadron, and they were being beaten so hard that they couldn't hold their heads up. This put them in a dilemma.

Shunzi yelled at the brothers in the platoon: "Wang Zikun, let's cover, you kill him with a grenade!"

"Yes!"

Crackling gunshots sounded, and dense bullets poured towards the windows on the second floor, and the small wooden building was immediately beaten to pieces.

The devil sharpshooter realized something was wrong, and hurriedly bent down and shrank his head to hide. Wang Zikun took the opportunity to rush out, and threw the smoking hair bundle grenade into the window as he ran up.

Boom——The shock wave of the explosion swept everything, and all kinds of objects in the small building were immediately smashed by the explosion, and sprayed out along the windows. on the street.

When the brothers of the guerrilla battalion followed the retreating devil soldiers to fight back, the troops of the 305th regiment led by Zhang Lingfu also rushed from the direction of Zangjia Lane, catching the devils by surprise.

"Battalion Commander! The devils are back!"

The remnants of the Gendarmerie Battalion were firmly guarding several solid buildings in Zhongheqiao Street. They were divided and surrounded by the devils during the battle, and they did not break out.

The battalion commander of the gendarmerie, whose face was covered in blood, hurriedly waved his hands to stop the gendarmes from shooting. He looked up and saw that the devil was indeed running along the street. He heard the fierce gunfire from all around him, and shouted in surprise: "Brothers! We Our reinforcements are here, follow me and rush out to kill the devils!"

"Kill the devil!" There were only more than 100 gendarmes left, and when they heard that the reinforcements had arrived, they also rushed out of the building and rushed towards the devil.

The first brigade of devils had already broken through Guanghuamen, but now they were not only driven out of the city again, but also had to retreat steadily in the face of the fierce pursuit of counterattack troops from all walks of life.

Yang Ling and the others took advantage of the situation to restore the block position of Zhonghe Bridge, and did not stop attacking until near the engineering school, because there was a fire blockade formed by the Devil's Mountain Artillery Brigade and heavy machine guns, and they were unable to break through without heavy weapons.

"Repair the position!" Yang Ling ordered to stop the attack and repair the position on the spot.

The brothers in the guerrilla battalion fought a happy battle under the leadership of Yang Ling. Their morale was high at this moment, and they hurriedly used sacks and sandbags to build a position on the street.

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The mottled bricks and tiles were full of bullet marks, blood was everywhere, and dead bodies covered the street with blood red. The strong and pungent smell of blood rushed into the lungs, making the student soldiers who joined the war for the first time turn pale and almost vomit.