"Report to the Wing Commander, the soldiers of the Security Corps have rushed to the north wall!"

"Report to the Wing Commander, the armored soldiers of the Security Corps have broken through the front door!"

"Report to the Wing Commander, the 22nd Division has launched a fierce attack on our back!"

When Saburo Matsui heard his subordinates report on the battle situation, he suddenly withered, and sat on the stool with a dead face, unable to speak in despair.

Several telegrams for help had been sent, but the 21st Brigade of the 43rd Brigade had met with stubborn resistance from the Security Regiment, and it seemed that reinforcements could not arrive.

Listening to the gunfire outside getting closer and closer, Saburo Matsui knew that the 113th Wing was finished, and it seemed that the entire Wing was going to be wiped out......

The officers of the Devil Command were silent for a moment, and one of them spoke with a nervous expression.

"Captain, the Chinese soldiers have already attacked......"

Saburo Matsui slowly came to his senses, took a deep breath, lit a cigarette and smoked it.

"The 21st Brigade was blocked by the security regiment, we have no reinforcements, the matter has come to this point, as imperial soldiers, we must not surrender, we can only fight to the death with Chinese soldiers to be loyal to the emperor......"

"Ha Yi !!"

"Fight to the death and be loyal to the emperor!"

The devil officers at the command headquarters nodded, ready for the collective jade shattering.

Some devil officers will choose to cut their own stomach when they are defeated, however, there are also some devil officers who will choose to resist to the end, and Matsui Saburo is the latter.

After Saburo Matsui finished his cigarette, he asked the signal corps to send a telegram to the headquarters of the Itagaki Division.

This telegram was the 113th Wing's farewell telegram, and it was also the last telegram.

After the telegram was sent, Saburo Matsui took up his arms and left the headquarters with the officers to resist the soldiers of the security regiment who stormed the town......

"Da Da Da-"

"Boom, boom—"

"Boom, boom—"

Two battalions of the Security Regiment and troops of the 22nd Division successively broke through the defense of the wall of Nanji Town, and the two sides engaged in street fighting in the town.

In addition to the dead and wounded guarding the city wall, the number of people who can fight is less than 400.

"Security Corps, rush !!"

"Brother of the 22nd Division, rush ah !!"

"Kill all the little devils—"

The shouts of killing in Nanji Town shook the sky, and the soldiers of the Security Regiment and the 22nd Division rushed into the town like a swarm.

The tanks of the armored battalion advanced along the central street of the town, and the infantry dispersed, carefully searching every street and alley in the town.

The chariots entered the town, did not have any advantages, and their mobility was not as flexible as that of the cavalry, and they were easily hit by anti-tank weapons.

Therefore, when the chariot enters the streets, it needs infantry to provide cover and clear the enemy from the streets.

The two sides only recognized clothes but not people, and fierce exchanges of fire were fought in the town, fighting over every house and alley, and shells and bullets flew everywhere.

The town had experienced war before, and all the residents had fled to Luliang City for refuge, and a third of the houses and buildings in the town had collapsed, and the ground was full of rubble and ruins.

In this battle, the fire of Nanji Town was ignited again, and there were many more damaged houses.

Collapsed buildings around the streets, clusters of explosive flames burned, and a thick black smoke screen filled the sky over Nanji Town.

On every street and alley, the corpses of both sides can be seen everywhere, but most of the corpses are little devils.

The chariots rampaged along the area occupied by the devils, occasionally using artillery fire to suppress the enemy's fortifications, and the machine gunners on the chariots fired fiercely at the little devils on the side of the streets.

The two sides engaged in street fighting for less than half an hour, and the little devils suffered 200 casualties, and then the enemy began to retreat one after another, relying on the streets to fight, or hiding in civilian houses.

The little devils didn't have any heavy firepower weapons, at best a few heavy machine guns and a few grenadiers.

Wherever there is a point of machine-gun fire from the little devils, the artillery in the chariot will unceremoniously fire at it.

The squadrons and brigades of the 113th Wing suffered heavy casualties, and the combat commander suffered many casualties.

The enemy has lost the will to fight, the resistance is not very stubborn, and the little devil does not care about his injured companions at all, but only cares about fleeing for his life.

Li Hong swaggered on the Tiger tank, wearing a bulletproof helmet on his head and holding an M2 heavy machine gun in both hands, clearing out the little devils around him.

This Tiger tank has been modified, and the heavy machine gun on the tank has a high-strength steel plate in front of it, and the bullets of the general heavy machine gun may not be able to penetrate.

Near the street 300 meters ahead, there are dozens of little devils moving back and forth with their waists on their backs.

Some of these little devils stood behind the broken wall, some lay on the stacked sandbags, and some of them cowered in the corners of the houses.

"Attack, attack! Kill the tanks in front! ”

The devils opened fire one after another at the Tiger tanks that were driving over, and the grenadiers behind them also beckoned to go up.

Dense bullets flew head-on, and the bullets bounced off the hard armor of the tank and the heavy machine gun shutters.

Then, several grenades from grenadiers exploded around the Tiger tank, sending up a cloud of masonry and rubble.

Bullets and grenades could not do much damage to the Tiger tank, and the tank continued to advance unscathed towards the fortifications of the devils in front.

"Rush up and kill those little devils for Lao Tzu!"

A group of soldiers, under Li Hong's orders, separated from several streets and alleys.

"Da Da Da-"

Li Hong's head shrank behind the machine gun baffle, his fingers pulled the trigger, and the M2 heavy machine gun roared, and bullets poured out of the muzzle.

Large-caliber machine gun shells were very destructive, easily penetrating the broken wall in front, breaking the bunker sandbags of the devils, and penetrating the walls of private houses.

"Ahh......h

A dozen of the devils in front were shot, and some of them broke their limbs and fell behind the fortifications and bunkers screaming in pain.

"Fire, fire!"

"Tom, tom, tom!"

The tank gun fired several shells in succession and smashed them into the bunker fortifications of the devils.

The sandbags and the corpses of the devils in front of them exploded, and the firepower of the devils was destroyed.

The soldiers of the security regiment who outflanked them fired from several directions, quickly eliminating these little devils who resisted.

In just a while, dozens of little devils were all reimbursed, and the corpses of devils were crooked nearby.

The Tiger tank headed in the direction of the street where the gunfire was dense, and after a while, Li Hong found a group of stubbornly resisting devil officers and soldiers and soldiers of the 22nd Division exchanging fire.

After a few minutes of fighting, these devil officers and soldiers ran out of bullets.

The devil soldiers pulled out their bayonets and put them on the head of their guns, and the devil officers held their sabers tightly in their hands, and they showed a barbaric appearance, and none of the devil officers and soldiers were willing to lay down their arms and surrender.

A devil officer with a wounded leg shouted at Li Hong, who was sitting in the chariot.

"Listen to you, you soldiers, if you have the guts, come up and fight us!"

"What kind of thing is guts? Lao Tzu can torture and kill you in minutes, hehe. ”

Li Hong smiled coldly, scolded and shouted: "What a group of stupid little devils, Lao Tzu has a chariot, sufficient weapons and ammunition, stab your uncle!?" ”