The early morning of December 13 arrived.

At this time, Xu Yuanquan, commander of the 2nd Army Corps of the Garrison Headquarters, led the 41st Division and the 48th Division from Zhoujiasha and Huangnidang Wharf on the afternoon of the 12th to take the civilian ships controlled there in advance to Jiangbei at the earliest, and went to Jiangxi for rectification via Anhui.

Originally, they were responsible for holding the Wulong Mountain Fortress to cover the retreat and breakthrough of other troops, and they should retreat last.

Therefore, as soon as the troops who held the Wulong Mountain fortress saw Xu Yuan's troops withdraw, they also destroyed their artillery and withdrew to Jiangbei that night.

Therefore, the Yamada detachment of the devils occupied Oolong Mountain without a fight.

At the same time, the naval ships of the devils reached the Xiaguan River through the blockade line, and the 16th Division also entered the river near Bagua Island by boat.

A large number of officers and men of the Chinese army who were crossing the river were killed or injured by the firepower of the Devil's Navy and the 16th Division and the collision of ships.

At the same time, the various divisions of the devils entered the city of Nanjing from Zhongshan Gate, Guanghua Gate, Zhonghua Gate, Shuixi Gate and other places.

The troops and civilians of Nanjing City fled from Nanjing City one after another.

The situation at Xiaguan was even more chaotic, and the troops that did not obey the retreat order had lost their grip and were scrambling to cross first. Due to the small number of ships and the large number of people, some ships sank due to overloading.

Most of the officers and men had no boats to ride, so they dismantled the door panels and other things to make rafts to cross the river, and some of them died because of the raging water and poor control.

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"Hurry, hurry, hurry."

On a remote path leading to the Xiaguan Wharf, Wang Zhong, who led the team to cover at the rear, kept urging everyone.

Listening to the louder the gunshots, everyone's hearts tightened, and although their bodies had not fully recovered, they were still moving quickly. Zhao Zilong has always been at the forefront, serving as an outpost and observing the enemy's situation.

Suddenly, he sensed the sound of cannons in a small forest in the distance.

With a frown, he immediately raised his right hand and motioned for everyone to stop.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Long, who was following behind, immediately ran over and asked.

"There's a devil in front, hide it." Zhao Zilong pointed to the small forest in the distance, about seven or eight hundred meters away. When Chen Jiangang and Lang Tie, who ran up, heard this, they immediately led everyone to hide in the incomplete and collapsed walls and houses on both sides.

"Brother Wang! Here you are, I'll find out first. Zhao Zilong saw Wang Zhong running up and immediately said.

"Be careful." Wang Zhong nodded, and then ordered everyone to prepare for battle.

Zhao Zilong tightened the gun belt on the Zhongzheng rifle he was carrying, then took out the box cannon from his body, looked around, and quietly lurked along the wasteland to the distant woods.

After running for two or three hundred meters with small steps, Zhao Zilong suddenly saw a faint red light flickering in a bush pile outside the grove.

He paused, and immediately leaned down and took out the eightfold telescope from his backpack.

Through the lenses, he saw that in the tall grass there were two devils smoking.

His brows tightened, and Zhao Zilong looked around carefully again, and found that there were only devil sentinels there. And in the grove, the sound of artillery came out from time to time, and listening to the sound, it was fired in the direction of Rujiangmen in the distance.

Zhao Zilong knew that if he wanted to go to Xiaguan Wharf, he had to pass through Rujiang Gate first, and he immediately guessed that there should be a national army guarding that side.

Putting away the binoculars, he immediately bent down and gently touched the grass.

Because the sky had just dawned, the sky was gray and hazy, and it was impossible to see all around, so the devil sentries in the distance also noticed that someone was approaching them.

When Zhao Zilong was thirty or forty meters away from the grass, he stuck the box cannon in his waist, leaned on the mud ground, stared at the movement of the devils inside, and crawled forward.

The two devil sentries sat on the ground, smoking cigarettes and chattering without warning.

"Haruyama-kun! Attacking Nanjing from Shanghai, how many soldiers did you kill? The devil sitting on the right asked.

"Tayama-kun! I've only killed seven or eight, so I shouldn't have as many as you, right? The devil sitting on the left replied.

"I don't have much, only five."

"So little? Oh, that's okay, as long as our artillery blows through that wall, then we can shoot as much as we want at the lower pass. ”

"You're right. The above ordered us not to leave prisoners, as long as we saw the soldiers, we would kill them. ”

When Zhao Zilong heard this, his face couldn't help but change, and then he became angry.

Although he knew the history of the Nanjing Massacre, saying that the devils slaughtered the captured national soldiers and captured civilians because they did not want to waste food, but now when he heard the words of the devil soldiers, he knew that the devils had already given the order to kill the Chinese when they saw them.

Gritting his teeth, Zhao Zilong pulled out the dagger and the three-edged thorn, and approached little by little.

When he came two or three meters behind the two devils, he sensed that there was nothing abnormal around him, so he slowly stood up and bent his body like a predatory tiger, staring at his prey.

When a devil felt some rustling sound behind him, and turned around, he saw a black shadow pounce on him.

He tried to scream, but he couldn't make a sound, because he had been pierced through his throat by a sharp three-edged thorn from the left side of his neck.

As soon as the other devil woke up, a dagger had been thrust into his right neck, slashing his throat.

Ignoring the blood on his hands, Zhao Zilong slowly lowered the corpses of the two devils down on the grass, and then carefully approached the grove.

Through the leaves, he saw that in a clearing in the forest, there were five devils surrounding two Type 92 infantry guns.

Seeing that the devils were only concerned about firing cannons, Zhao Zilong thought about it, and immediately retreated and ran back to Wang Zhong and the others.

"Brother Wang! There are five devils in the grove who are firing cannons. We take them out, capture the infantry artillery, and support the brothers. Zhao Zilong briefly explained the situation, and finally put forward ideas.

"Okay, let's give the devils a taste of cannonballs." Wang Zhong nodded immediately.

This time, Zhao Zilong selected seven or eight skilled national soldiers, armed with rifles, and ran to the grove.

When they came to the bushes, Zhao Zilong and another national soldier changed into the military uniforms and steel helmets of the two dead devils, and walked in with a swagger, while a few others waited outside.

Although those devil artillerymen saw that there were people, they didn't pay attention because they saw that Zhao Zilong and the two were also wearing the same military uniforms, and they knew that there were sentries outside.

The devil artillery captain thought there was some new order and immediately ran over.

"Private of the Private! What is Takahashi's command? The artillery team leader saw the rank mark on Zhao Zilong's military uniform and immediately asked.

"You ask him." Zhao Zilong replied casually, glanced at the sturdy national army, and then walked towards the four artillerymen.

Although the leader of the artillery team was a little surprised, he didn't ask Zhao Zilong anymore, just stared at the national army.

"Yaga!" The national army cursed in a low voice.

"What?" The head of the artillery team was stunned because he couldn't hear the sound of the cannonball, so he couldn't hear what the other party said.

However, before he could react, the national soldier had already drawn the bayonet from his waist.

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