Takagi led the shadow troops to quickly surround Tang Shengzhi's command post, and after a fierce burst of gunfire, there was a deathly silence in the command post. Takagi found the body of "Tang Shengzhi" under the military map.

Takagi raised his arms and shouted, "Long live the Emperor!" Long live the Emperor! ”

"Long live the Emperor!"

……

Takagi cut off Zhang Wenming's head, wrapped it in cloth, and quietly left the temporary command post of Guanghuamen.

It was another terrible night, and the moon hung in the sky, pouring cold brilliance. The national army was guarding the covered bunker, shivering with cold. I don't know how many times the Japanese army bombed the entire Guanghuamen position. The loess was burned to ashes by the scorching heat. The corpses of the national army were piled up like a city wall, and there was no one to collect them. The bodies of the Japanese soldiers were dragged away. Corpses can be seen almost everywhere on the entire position, and some have been burned beyond recognition, like a charcoal. Despite this, the living national army held its ground. Everyone knows that as soon as Yuhuatai is lost, devils will pour into Nanjing City like a tide. There are hundreds of thousands of ordinary people in Nanjing, and as soon as this group of wolves enters, they don't know what to do. Tang Shengzhi repeatedly stressed that it is not allowed to take a step back, otherwise military law will be involved. In fact, even if Tang Shengzhi doesn't say so, everyone will not retreat. This bloody war has made them not know what it means to be afraid, dying on the battlefield is the highest honor of soldiers, they have seen most of the death, a bullet goes in, their eyes are closed, their feet are stretched, and they don't know anything.

The overwhelming artillery fire once again looted Yuhuatai. The earth-shattering cannon exploded, and an unrecognizable corpse flew into the air, and the soul of the dead was wailing. The last struggle against the world was issued. They are fighting for the nation, the backbone of the nation. The devil's cannon is like a devil, showing its cannibalistic white teeth, picking up places where there are people and bombing, whether you are a soldier or a common man, as long as you are Chinese, you will mercilessly ask for your life.

On Chinese soil, the ancient capital of Nanjing, in Yuhuatai, almost every inch of land was invaded by shells and bombarded endlessly.

The Chinese defenders still stood in their positions, preventing the invaders from stepping into Yuhuatai.

"Boom, boom, boom......" The mountain shook, and the cannonballs tore through the darkness, illuminating the Yuhuatai red.

At this moment, the Yuhuatai was constantly tumbling with bursts of smoke and flames, and the sky above the Yuhuatai was dyed a fiery red. It's like the fireworks of the Spring Festival, fiery and red. However, the fireworks here are a sad prelude, and countless lives will be lost under this fireworks. The fireworks slowly lowered in the night, looking bright red, as red as human blood. After a while, the rumbling sound sounded again, and the light of the exploding fire pierced the darkness of the night like lightning in summer. The sound of thunder-like explosions echoed mutterly across the Guanghua Gate beneath the night sky, with only occasional subsidence.

The devil is still not worried that there is no sign of life in Guanghuamen under the heavy artillery bombardment, and dozens of planes flew over Yuhuatai again, and countless aviation ** and *** illuminated Guanghuamen as if it were day.

Tang Shengzhi paced back and forth uneasily at the underground command post, his face was ugly. He knew that his stand-in had no hope of surviving in this round of bombardment. He sighed sadly. In the night, he watched the devil's artillery fire hit the national army like a frightened bird, scattering and fleeing, and one after another the corpses of the national army flew into the sky in the dark night, and then fell heavily.

Long Yu: Can they hold Yuhuatai? In order to defend Yuhuatai, Tang Shengzhi transferred a military police regiment from Yixiaoshan Order to Yuhuatai, with Long Yu as the commander.

Tang Shengzhi looked at the "lightning" that cut through the dark night in the night, and was silent. Here, after the Japanese artillery fire, the splattered flesh and dripping corpses were in front of you. Now the city of Nanjing has become an isolated city, and the future of the entire Nanjing garrison is worrying.

Rows and rows of shells fell from the sky with a scream, and everything that the Japanese heavy artillery brought to the city was simply devastating, and a shell fell, broken bricks and debris flew everywhere, and the collapsed houses were buried in the rubble together with the Chinese soldiers hiding in the bunkers, as well as the civilians who had taken refuge. The terrified civilians looked at the soldiers who were silently tidying up with cramped and frightened eyes. And for the soldiers, fear is no longer important, and all the soldiers are waiting for the orders of the officers, ready to start a bloody fight with the attacking devils.

Nanjing Yuhuatai has completely become a battlefield of fierce killing, and the combat soldiers on both sides are fighting hard. One side is defending the city gate, while the other side is attacking like a tide, shouting and killing to the sky. It's just that this kind of offensive and defensive exchange is not the situation under the city of Nanjing, because in the face of the Japanese army's crazy attack, the Chinese army is almost all passive defense, and no one can change the situation. The frenzied Japanese bombing planes flew from the distant sky one after another, bombarding the Guanghuamen Gate in turn with thick smoke and flames, and tons of ** poured down. In the flames of the explosion and the billowing clouds of red and black smoke, fragments flew and the smoke clouds were dense.

Not far from Yuhuatai, among the ruins, the corpses of Chinese soldiers buried under the rubble can be seen continuously, and there is no one to collect the corpses. There are also the remains of refugees who have fled the fighting. Those ordinary people who lived around Guanghuamen also suffered in the air raid of the devils tonight. Civilians, who were powerless in the face of the war, were killed like mustard in the bombing. In the midst of the indiscriminate bombardment, the Japanese troops seemed to be about to establish a no-man's land at Guanghuamen. On more than one occasion, there has been a frenzied bombardment and shelling of houses, burying civilians in the rubble of smoke and dust.

Looking at the tragic battle situation in Yuhuatai, Tang Shengzhi was silent. I don't know how much time passed, after the shells, the soldiers of the 87th Division guarding the position, I don't know if there are still any alive.

Tang Shengzhi was very worried that tonight, the officers and men of the 87th Division had already suffered heavy losses and were no longer able to organize an effective defense. If Takagi's shadow troops were to enter the battle, the defenders of the 87th Division would not be their opponents.

Tang Shengzhi couldn't sit still anymore. No one could persuade him, so he immediately drove to the command post set up in Yuhuatai......