In the face of the Japanese bombardment, the defenders, who had abandoned all the outer blocking positions, retreated to the presidential palace, which had been bombed earlier. It seems that the presidential palace is not a small area, but it is so insignificant compared to the entire Jinling City.

But at this moment, the presidential palace has attracted the attention of the whole city, even if many people are far away from Jinling, they are paying attention to the war in the presidential palace at this moment. Many people are worried about the Jinling Dead Soldiers' Battalion, which is known all over the world in World War I.

As the battalion commander of the Dead Soldiers Battalion, Hu Biao, who returned to the presidential palace, had already wiped away the tears that had slipped from the corners of his eyes. The other defenders who were at the presidential palace had red eyes as they watched the retreating soldiers of the company of guards, and soon knew what was happening in the blocking position.

Many of the wounded who retreated into the presidential palace without exception said to their respective commanders: "Sir, give me a few more grenades!" ”

The atmosphere of fighting to the death and not retreating suddenly permeated all corners of the presidential palace. The soldier who was collecting the corpses of his comrades-in-arms was no longer sad, but said calmly: "Squad (platoon) leader, wait for me!" Soon we will be with you! ”

Listening to the words of these soldiers, the living officers knew that a man who dared to fight was not terrible, but if it was a group of soldiers who were not even afraid of death, it would burst out with unimaginable energy. In this battle, the Japanese army was only afraid that they would suffer.

Hu Biao, who had returned to the presidential palace, steadily and orderly arranged the blocking troops from all directions. As for those wounded, they served as a reserve for the defense of the presidential palace. If the defenders in front of them are killed, they will be constantly replenished.

The ammunition that had been moved into the presidential palace earlier was successively moved to various blocking positions and machine gun forts, and while the little devils had not yet arrived, all the soldiers were silent, stuffing a particle bullet into the magazine, quietly waiting for the moment of battle.

The vigilant troops responsible for guarding the rear saw that the Sixth Division had begun to send additional troops to assault their defensive line, and the soldiers who stayed behind smiled calmly: "Brothers, after this battle, let's also go back to the presidential palace and reunite with other brothers!" ”

The last few explosion traps were detonated, and while the smoke of gunfire was filled, the surviving alert troops successfully returned to the presidential palace before the 18th Division surrounded the presidential palace, and were soon dispatched to the blocking force of the presidential palace.

After inspecting the blocking fortifications around the presidential palace, Hu Biao, who returned to the presidential palace, came to a somewhat special room, looked at the microphone placed on the table, and said with a smile: "Lao Chen, do you want to say a few words to the brothers?" ”

"Forget it! You're the commander, or you're here! Have you figured out what to say? Wait a minute, what you say, I'm afraid that the people in the international security zone can hear it. As for the people outside Jinling City, I'm afraid they won't be able to receive it. ”

"It's okay! I just want my brothers to know that I, the commander, will be with them. What we do now will be remembered by countless Chinese people in the future. It's also a blessing to leave a name after death, isn't it? ”

For some reason, looking at Hu Biao's obviously more smile, Chen Gongshu's heart became more nervous. He knew very well that perhaps Hu Biao, like those soldiers in the presidential palace, had already made up his mind to die. How easy is it to persuade him to leave?

Thinking of the telegram sent by Dai Li earlier, Chen Gongshu suddenly felt that the seemingly simple task had become very tricky. Chen Gongshu, who was anxious but had a very calm face, could only choose to take one step at a time.

Standing in front of the microphone that the presidential palace usually uses to send broadcasts, Hu Biao patted the microphone and said: "Brothers of the Jinling Dead Soldiers Battalion, compatriots of the Anti-Japanese War, and the people of Jinling City, I am Hu Biao, the battalion commander of the Jinling Dead Soldiers Battalion. ”

The simple and bright sound, accompanied by the open radio station system, quickly diffused Hu Biao's voice in the form of radio waves. The officers and men of the dead soldiers' battalion, who were blocking the fortifications, also looked at the several loudspeakers hanging in the presidential palace.

Many people staying in the international security zone, some who happened to be listening to the war radio, suddenly heard the voice coming from the radio, and immediately said, "Don't make noise, there is a radio!" It's Chief Hu of the Jinling Dead Soldiers' Battalion! ”

The matter of the Jinling Dead Soldiers' Battalion's insistence on the presidential palace has been known to many people with the propaganda of the military commander's spy personnel hidden in the international security zone. If they didn't dare to go out, I was afraid that these people would have run outside the presidential palace to cheer and support.

"Chief Hu spoke, big guy, hurry up and listen! Don't be noisy, don't crowd! It's all quiet! ”

Foreigners who were maintaining order in the security zone were somewhat surprised to see that the people in the security zone had become agitated. It wasn't until the Chinese people who helped to maintain order explained to the interpreters that these foreigners knew why the people were so excited.

Hearing that it was Hu Biao from the Jinling Dead Soldiers Battalion sending a war broadcast, these foreigners who were full of curiosity about Hu Biao also immediately said: "Quick, find out my radio, I also want to listen to what your hero Hu is talking about!" ”

In the eyes of these foreigners, what Hu Biao and his troops did to hold on to Jinling was indeed a bit of a lonely hero. Now that they have the opportunity to listen to Hu Biao's voice, they are naturally very interested.

Hu Biao, who didn't know this, stood in front of the microphone and continued: "Before entering Jinling, a soldier asked me a question, why did you come to Jinling? Originally, I could have led them and continued to fight behind enemy lines, but in the end I came.

Knowing that the final outcome is sacrifice, why do we still come? Even other troops have broken through, so why are we holding out until now? Are we not afraid of death, or are we too stupid?

Now I can tell you that it's not that we're not afraid of death, it's not that we're too stupid, it's because of responsibility, because of the military uniform we wear. If everyone wants to live, and everyone doesn't want to carry a gun to fight, who will defend the country?

If the capital of the country dies, we will be humiliated in life, and we will become the object of exploitation and slaves of the invaders. If we don't stand up and resist, our children and grandchildren will complain that we are afraid of death and dare not fight.

Think about your relatives in your family, think about your fathers and fellow villagers, if it weren't for the hard work of those of us who were soldiers, who would protect them? Who doesn't have loved ones? Who doesn't have a father and an old folk? Do you want to see your relatives and fellow villagers being humiliated by little devils?

The Northeast has fallen, Beiping has fallen, Taiyuan has fallen, Shanghai has fallen, and now Jinling is about to fall, how many places can we still fall? If the motherland is great, will there be no place for us? Where else can we hide?

By sticking to Jinling this time, we have fulfilled our responsibilities as soldiers, and we have also shown the bloody nature that Chinese soldiers should have, so that the invaders know that China cannot be humiliated. The little devils who fell under our guns are enough to make us die without regrets.

Brothers, Hu is deeply honored to be able to fight side by side with you. Please remember that perhaps what we are doing now will not be known to many people. However, I believe that when the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression is won in the future, future generations will remember our contributions to the country.

I recommend Xuanyuan with my blood, and the descendants of Yan and Huang have never succumbed to anyone. Please also remember that the current defeat is only temporary, as long as we unite and resist, the victory will eventually belong to us, and China will not be destroyed! The Republic of China will not die! ”

"Huaxia will not die! The Republic of China will not die! ”

As Hu Biao shouted these words on the radio, the soldiers who stayed on the battlefield and listened became enthusiastic. Even the people in the international safety zone quickly shouted these words, which made the nearby Japanese troops very vigilant.

Listening to the response from outside, Hu Biao continued: "Brothers, please remember that today we may all fall and die on the battlefield. But I believe that in the future, there will be more Chinese soldiers on the battlefield.

We have 40,000,000 compatriots, and if we can awaken the soul of the nation with our blood and awaken those who have illusions about the invaders, then we can really die without regrets. What we do today will be remembered by future generations in the future! Fight to the death! ”

"Fight to the death! Fight to the death! Fight to the death! ”

The little devils who had already forced into the periphery of the presidential palace listened to the death cry from the presidential palace, and also realized that the next battle would be extremely difficult. But when it comes to this part, the little devil has no choice and must completely take down the presidential palace.

The longer the Jinling Dead Soldiers Battalion existed, the greater the adverse impact on the Japanese army. In the face of the roar from the presidential palace, the Japanese commander who supervised the operation also shouted: "Attack! Break through the presidential palace and wipe out all the Chinese army! ”

After the gunshots rang out, Hu Biao also ended the broadcast in due time. He knew very well that if nothing else, this should be his last message on this plane. But after saying this, Hu Biao already felt that he had no regrets.

When he came out of the radio room, seeing that many wounded soldiers were strongly asking to go to the battlefield, Hu Biao said with a smile: "Brothers, don't worry, there will be a time when you will go to the battlefield." The little devils can't attack for a while, so you can rest for a while. ”

"Sir, we've rested enough, we don't want to stay in the rear, we all want to go to the battlefield, please allow it, sir!"

Faced with the pleading of these wounded, Hu Biao finally said: "Okay! Then let's go to the battlefield, let's fight with the little devils! ”

"Fight! Thank you, sir! Brothers, come on! ”

Looking at these soldiers dragging their wounded legs or carrying guns with one hand, Hu Biao also knew that there was a fierce battle in front, and they would definitely feel that they couldn't do it if they let the wounded stay behind. Since sooner or later it is better to die, it is more glorious to die on the battlefield.

As the commander, Hu Biao transferred a platoon from the guard company to serve as a reserve and sent out all the sniper teams under his command. Find a commanding height in the presidential palace, carry a sniper rifle yourself, and observe the battlefield situation while shooting.

Seeing the Japanese infantry attacking the attack, Hu Biao immediately said: "Order the shooters in the attic to shoot freely!" Focus on taking care of the grenadiers of the little devils, and don't let the little devils easily set up machine guns and grenadiers.

The mountain artillery platoon merged with the mortar platoon, and there were many devils attacking in that direction, so they fired shells there. Let them remember to change places after a few shots, and don't let the little devil's artillery keep an eye on them. At this point, we have no way back! ”

Everything that should be done has been done, and how long it can last, Hu Biao doesn't know. The only thing that can be done is to let the troops kill as many enemies as possible, and with the help of the fortifications built earlier in the presidential palace, fight to the last soldier!