Shintaro Umei struggled to get Motegi to understand, apparently how helpless he was at this point. Chinese ≈He was too eager to hear Motegi say words of sympathy for him and allow him to avoid the immediate disaster for any reason. He wanted to return to Kumamoto immediately and escape the catastrophe. It was poor, but there was no war, no slaughter. The elderly grandfather and grandmother must also miss him as a grandson. and his wife Mieko, the smoke of war made her face disappear from the bottom of her heart...... Motegi constantly answered the phone, called again, gathered the forces in the rear, and ordered the attack forward. He had forgotten about Qingyang knocking himself to death in a dream. How good is this, after all, he is the chief of staff of the ministry, and it is also an ominous premonition.

Motegi Mae Nozuki was already desperate, he pushed the remaining forces of the three main wings under the northern wall, and left half of all the troops directly under him as reserves, and half lined up in a skirmish line, following the main force. He also ordered the 7th Wing to let go of the defense on the west side and allocate half of its troops to assist along the Wenzhugou River in Wenzhugou Gate and the east flank of the 13th Wing. He believed that this arrangement was almost seamless, because the defenders could no longer go up the walls, and all the doors and woods that were used as shelters were shattered by the four heavy machine guns and drifted down the wall with the wind. Although the walls of the city were full of bullet holes, as most of the Japanese forces pushed in front of them, the sight of the shooters inside the city had become very narrow. This also reduced the casualties of the Japanese army a lot, and undoubtedly boosted morale a little.

Oyamaguchi, the heavy machine gunner of the 13th Wing, held his machine gun, and the more he fought, the more daring he became; After the defenders on the city wall were swept off the wall by several machine guns, he let the three devils who carried the gun mounts carry the machine guns out of the trench, dodging the bullets fired from the guns on the wall, and swept wildly along the city wall. Although the walls were made of loess mixed with white ash and made of rice broth, they were still covered with heavy machine guns, and several other machine gunners followed their example. Oyamaguchi and the bomber-bearer Assa, and the seat-carrying soldiers Akira Kobayashi, Izumigan and Jingshan and other devils were happy and laughing. Kuroda Wanichi Naka Sake in the back was angry, and he ordered the leader of the trance squad to split a few of them. Before he could rush to him, he was shot, and he lay on the ground and looked at the tongues of fire that rang out from the guns on the wall, and knew that it was the flame of hatred. Between sobriety and despair, he whimpered for his life.

A few of their devils in Dashankou were already guilty, and they made a noise that they wanted to take a ladder up the wall and get the machine guns up, which would be possible to suppress the fire in the city. At this time, a piece of dung water was poured down from the city wall, and the stench was stinking. Even the holes of the machine guns placed on the side were filled with dung, and several of them became chickens in the soup. The devils who jumped out of the trench and attacked forward from behind avoided it, and they all covered their noses and laughed from afar.

Brigade Commander Ding received a report that the brothers on the city wall had been swept down by the heavy machine guns of the devils outside, and at least 118 people were killed or wounded...... He briefly explained to Deputy Brigade Commander Ji and Chief of Staff Zhang, and brought his own staff officers and guards to check. The wounded soldiers have been transported to the field hospital for treatment, and the sacrificed have been transported to the willow garden south of Shaoguo Street for temporary storage. After listening to the report, he led people towards the north wall. They happened to meet the owner of the National University and a group of people who came in a hurry. The owner of the National University saw that Brigade Commander Ding's uniform was even more difficult to hide his haggardness, and the devil was not timid outside the wall, which added infinite courage. Then he stepped forward, clasped his fists and saluted, and said: "Master Ding will not withdraw from the battle, and the old man admires it until he is grateful." Thank you and your army again, you are not afraid of death, you are not afraid of the enemy, and you are really ......a god of war."

Brigade Commander Ding was slightly stunned, saluted and said, "The owner of the National Congress, don't say that, what we are doing is exactly what a soldier should do." At this moment, at Xifengkou in the south and Gubeikou in the west, the squadron is fighting with the little devils. The robbers invaded my China, trampled on my land, and lewd my people, if we don't beat him, what kind of soldiers are they called? Besides, the people of Rehe are not thin on our behalf, and every one of us will shed their blood on this land, and there will not be a single person who is ambiguous......"

During their greetings, a circle of commanders had gathered around them, all of whom had come to report on the situation of the position and ask for orders. When the owner of the National University saw it, he hurriedly said: "The military master's words are better than ten years of study." Don't let us delay the military situation, we are also here to take a look, you guys are busy......" Brigade Commander Ding nodded to them, and several commanders and staff officers of the 233rd Regiment around him had begun to ask for instructions and report, and he continued to give orders and adjust the deployment of troops. The owner of the National University was just about to walk away, when the deputy head of the 233rd regiment, Xie Zhanfang, turned around and said: "The owner of the National University, you have contributed a lot to the Japanese invaders outside. Now the little devil relies on a few heavy machine guns, and he is already about to attack the root of the wall, and it is estimated that he will go to the wall. Do you have any ideas like chili noodles and roasted horse manure? ”

At this time, Lian panted and pouted, and said, "The big boss, military master, has an idea...... I just saw the devil on the turret...... It's called a heavy machine gun, it's all lifted to the base of the wall, and it's sweeping. In this way, let's dip the hay in mutton fat and butter, light it and throw it out, and burn him a Wang Bacao ......" The Guoda proprietor looked at Deputy Commander Xie and Brigadier Ding for a while, and seeing that they had no objection, he turned around and said: "Go to a few people, hurry up and prepare to ......" Brigadier Ding appreciated these people in the small town even more, especially the Guoda proprietor, Lian and others. He was very happy to see the people running towards the position with hay in their arms, and his heart was a little calm. To be honest, there are not many bullets, there are almost no grenades, and there are too many faulty guns. originally expected Jia Congliang to solve the point from the paddock, but who knew that the 93rd Army really didn't help.

Brigade Commander Ding also came to Commander Miao's hidden lookout hole and looked out. He saw that the corpses of devils were everywhere outside, but their morale was not reduced. In the eastern, central, and western positions, the remaining forces of the devils are gathering towards the city wall. The devil's heavy machine guns are changing positions, some are adjusting the gun carriage, some are loading bullets. Looking into the distance, a few devils went to the north to carry the ladder on the ground. The situation is critical, and the devil is strong, and this is worth it. He asked the head of the Miao regiment beside him and said, "How many grenades do you still have in your regiment?" Captain Miao didn't bother to answer him at this time, and was busy motioning for Wang Dajin to throw a bundle of lit licorice out of the wall with a wooden branch.

A heavy machine gun was hit by the falling hay, and the whirring and burning butter splashed on the gun and on the face of the devil who repaired the machine gun. The devil who carried the ladder was walking forward, and the big lifting pole in the turret at the east corner of the city wall was like a cannon. The ladder fell to the ground, several devils became black, three fell to the ground, and the rest covered their faces and eyes, and they might be scolding their mothers. Brigade Commander Ding said in his heart that this cannon was well fired, mainly because the devils didn't care. It turned out that the big lifting poles of the two turrets on the north side had almost put the gunpowder yesterday, and the sand in the gunpowder had long been gone, and it was all smashed pots.

The devil was also angry, concentrated three heavy machine guns, and fired at the turret together. The grass on the roof of the turret was beaten, and several of the courtyards inside, Wang Daniu died, Meng Xiaochun died, and Bo Wushang fell under the city wall, which was enough to choke. Immediately, there were people in the city crying. Another machine gun was hit by the burning falling hay, that machine gun was another one from the 17th Wing of Yamaoka Jie, and the shooter Yi Long splashed butter on his left neck, so hot that he quickly used his hand to protect it, and he couldn't get it off, and his hand couldn't stand it. He had to grab the dirt and put it in his neck, and said to the bomb carrier Medan: "It's burning me, help me quickly...... "Meydan" and a few other gunmen didn't care about him, they were all covered in fire and rolling around.

Motegi moved the headquarters to Yamaoka, and he hysterically gave the death order to move the reserves forward, ready to go up. Yamaoka had no choice but to lead the people of his headquarters to the nearest trench to command, and the staff officers and heralds were busy putting down what they were doing to hide for them. Yi Long shouted in front of him, and several people set up cranes to turn off their guns and pointed their guns at a gun hole on the city wall, and fired fiercely. At the end of the hole was a rifle shot by Wang Ping, a defender soldier, and it was blown up at once. Yi Longzuo was willing to give up, and he didn't care what was going on inside, shaking the muzzle of the gun and sweeping wildly. The wall was hot, and it was scraped out of the wall with bullets. The bullet hole was swept by the bullet and kept getting bigger, from a large bowl to a rice bowl. Yi Long shot inside while picking up the left side, and screamed strangely.

A soldier of the 233rd Regiment was in a hurry, picked up a piece of thick wood and rushed in. The perforation in front of the heavy machine gun was smashed, and Yi Longzuo was still holding the trigger to shoot, and it exploded with a bang. Several other heavy machine guns that could still be placed also learned to Yi Longzuo, find a gun hole of moderate height, wait for the inside to shoot out, and immediately push the muzzle of the heavy machine gun into it. Inside, both rifles and light machine guns were blown up. The shooters were all injured without exception, and they had to let the guns be fired backwards, and then they were enlarged. Then someone immediately learned to find something like a tank leg or a log, and didn't want to die to get in. Two more heavy machine guns were blown up one after another, and the devils outside the wall were a little blindsided for a while.

Motegi was in the camouflaged tent, and when he heard the muffled noises, he felt bad. He gritted his teeth and said, "Yamaoka Jie, Ono, Shi Ya Huang Nan...... You are all sinners of the Empire, and you all have to court-martial......" Although Umei's fear in his heart had not eased a little, he saw that Motegi was clearly blown by the wind coming in at the door. He stepped forward to help him, trying to comfort him, but he couldn't find the right words...... It seemed that there was another loud noise, and for a while, everyone was listening. This sound came, as if it had been connected with the first two, or the first two had not disappeared. Don't think about it, it's a bell, like a temple bell.

Is it the death knell? Is the Fourth Brigade finished? Motegi's heart was not yet cold, and he only heard the southern position, and the gunfire was as dense as raindrops, pouring and shooting. A herald has come in to report that the situation is terrible.

It turned out that as the explosion sounded outside the wall, without waiting for the order, the defending soldiers who climbed the wall from the ladder to the wall, machine guns and rifles opened fire in unison, and the devils who jumped out of the trench fell to the ground one after another. The quality of the devils is too high, and those who are alive will turn around to find favorable terrain, or use corpses as cover to fight back at the wall. On the way to Motegi's headquarters, there were those who went to report and those who came to give orders. All of them were brave soldiers on the wall, standing up and shooting down with machine guns. Finally, a herald Fujino climbed into the tent and said, "General, no, we can't stand it......"

Motegi smiled, pulled out his pistol, and said gloomily, "No more? Do you also think that is the death knell of the earth? Another herald, Captain Nakamura, crawled into the tent with blood, crying and saying, "General, Chief of Staff Umei has taken up the position, and he was killed by the Shina Army, and there are ...... places."