On December 12, 1937, the Japanese army frantically attacked Nanjing. In the face of the unarmed citizens of Nanjing, groups of Japanese soldiers and wolves carried out inhumane killings in Nanjing with 318-type rifles full of bullets and sharp bayonets. The Japanese army, regardless of men, women, and children, killed Chinese when they saw them. They are a group of man-eating beasts that wash the city of Nanjing in blood. The corpses of citizens were lying everywhere in Nanjing: there were old people, children, wounded and sick soldiers of the Nationalist army who could not walk, young women who were raped and then killed, their lower bodies naked, their bodies stained red with blood, their hair was loose, their faces were pale, and they stared at the sky with a pair of eyes that could not be closed.

Nanjing is crying, and the Chinese nation is crying. A heinous and inhumane massacre in human history was staged on the land of China!

The Nationalist army resisted desperately, and it was not until the afternoon that the Nationalist army finally drove the Japanese troops who entered the city out of the city.

Late at night, the fierce gunfire that had been ringing for a day gradually died out, and a string of red, green, and green signal flares flashed in the dark night sky from time to time, and several fires in Nanjing were burning. At this time, the traitors were indicating the targets of the bombing for the enemy planes.

The defending troops who received the order to retreat all withdrew their positions. Only a small number of covering troops were left on the city walls, and some officers and soldiers who had not received the order to retreat were still stubbornly holding their positions.

In the evening, as the sun set its last rays, Hasegawa's troops, the vanguard of Tanisoo's 6th Division, attacked the Zhonghua Gate, the most fortified of Nanjing's 19 city gates. Immediately afterwards, the headquarters of Okamura in Japan also rushed into the city. At 3 o'clock in the morning, the Japanese heavy artillery bombarded the walls of Zhongshan Gate, and more than half of the defenders who did not retreat were killed or wounded. Under the heavy artillery, the permanent fortifications made of reinforced concrete could not withstand the bombardment of artillery fire. The shattered beams of the fortifications exposed not steel bars, but bamboo that had long since rotted. The surviving officers and soldiers were agitated and scolded Gu Zhenglun, the garrison commander who was in charge of building the fortifications.

After the heavy artillery fire, the soldiers of the Japanese troops Ono and Katagiri rushed through the barbed wire fence and moat with a wild scream. The news that friendly troops had invaded the city, like a silent order, stimulated the frantic nerves of these "Great Japanese Imperial Army", and they rushed to the city gate desperately.

The Japanese troops who rushed to the city first climbed up from the gap in the city wall that had been collapsed by artillery fire, despite the continuous explosions under their feet and the condescending fierce fire of the retreating defenders covering the retreat on the city wall. Some of the Japanese soldiers yelled and ran over to remove the sandbags that sealed the city gates, while the rest of the Japanese troops viciously pounced on the Chinese defenders on the city walls. The Chinese defenders, who had lost their ability to resist, became prisoners of the Japanese army.

High on the city walls, stood a group of Chinese defenders who had laid down their arms, and their eyes were full of anger and trepidation, staring at the bayonets in the hands of the Japanese soldiers. "Yike......!" The screams of the Japanese soldiers echoed like wild beasts on the walls, blood splattered on the walls, and the captives were stabbed off the high walls one by one.

The trenches inside and outside the walls of Guanghuamen were filled with the corpses of the Chinese defenders, and the Japanese tanks rumbled over the corpses, rushed into Guanghuamen, and rushed past the Wuchao Gate......

Some officers and soldiers of the 87th Division of Yuhuatai, Zhonghuamen, because they did not receive the order to retreat, still fought tenaciously against the Japanese army in Yuhuatai and Zhonghuamen. In order to eliminate this stubborn and unyielding force, the Japanese army actually mobilized dozens of planes, more than 30 tanks, combat vehicles, and heavy artillery to continuously launch strong attacks on the position of the 87th Division. Among them were also the corpses of the Nationalist soldiers who had been killed in battle, and because of the Japanese planes and shells in the sky, heavy tank guns and heavy artillery poured down, the corpses on the position were covered with a sea of blood and mist. The Purple Mountain burned half the sky. According to the evil deeds of the human slaughterers, how many innocent lives were slaughtered and humiliated by the evil criminals in the dark night.

A fierce gunfire suddenly caught Xiao Jian's attention. Didn't the national army withdraw?

Xiao Jian took out his binoculars and found that more than 100 national troops were surrounded by Japanese troops......

"Da 。。。。。。" Xiao Jian did not hesitate to pick up the German light machine gun and rushed over......

There was artillery fire everywhere, and fireballs were flying in the sky, and the falling shells set off bursts of blood mist, and the severed limbs flew all over the sky.

The weather was gloomy. The sun has lost its blazing brilliance.

"Da Da ......" Xiao Jian is a sharpshooter, with no bullets missing, and the gun is dead. At once, more than 1,000 officers and soldiers of the 87th Division who were besieged by the Japanese army were rescued.

"Chief Dragon, you're finally here. We are desperate with the devils to kill the devils! "Liu Genlai is covered in blood.

Battalion Commander Liu, it turns out that you were not captured by the devils.

"It was the brothers who saved me."

Xiao Jian counted the number of people, and there were less than a hundred.

Just then, his walkie-talkie rang. Tang Shengzhi's wheezing voice came from the phone: "Instructor Long, the Zhonghua Gate is in crisis, go and save the Zhonghua Gate!" ”

Xiao Jian said loudly: "Brothers, the rise and fall of the country is the responsibility of the husband. If you want to live, there is only one way: fight the devil to the end! Cowardice is a dead end. Defending the home and the country is the duty of a soldier. Now let's go and save Zhonghuamen! ”