While the two were talking, some of the devils had already rushed up to the city tower with bright bayonets.

The soldiers of the 108th Regiment and the devils started a white-edged battle of bayonets against bayonets, and for a time the swords and swords appeared, and the flesh and blood flew everywhere.

The 108th regiment of bayonets in melee combat has no advantage, this regiment has too many recruits, and the stabbing skills are not up to par.

In the blink of an eye, the corpses of more than a dozen soldiers of the 108th Regiment lay in the gap.

Although they were beaten by the devils in the bayonet battle and retreated, the remaining soldiers still resisted desperately and fought to the death!

These people who defend their homes and countries may be inferior in skills, but at the last moment, they do not lack the blood of soldiers.

In the fierce melee, a recruit of the 108th Regiment was almost overwhelmed by a veteran of the devil.

The recruit had been in the army for less than four months, and he was not particularly skilled in stabbing skills.

Seeing that the opponent was a recruit, the devil veteran played a feint, and then kicked the recruit in the chest.

The recruit, who had been badly kicked, fell to the ground and tried to get up and continue the fight.

But the devil veteran didn't give the soldier a chance to fight back, and between the lightning and flint, the devil veteran with a sinister face stabbed the bayonet in his hand straight to the ribs of the 108 soldier.

The recruit's eyes were full of horror, and he couldn't get rid of the thorns of the devil veteran.

At this moment, the devil veteran's waist and eye received a very strong bayonet, and the devil veteran immediately curled up and fell to the ground, and the bayonet that was originally stabbing the recruit also fell to the ground.

Putting a fierce bayonet on the heart of the fallen devil veteran, Liang Shanhao roared: "Little brother, why are you still stunned? Hurry up and get up! Fight devils! ”

Coming to his senses from a moment of stunned, the soldier who passed by the Ghost Gate Pass stood up abruptly and followed Liang Shanhao to continue fighting.

Handing an MP40 submachine gun to the soldier, Liang Shanhao shouted: "Big Niu, this soldier can't play with bayonets, look at it!" You're shooting cold shots right in the back! I'm going to play with the bayonet with the devil! ”

Nodding at Liang Shanhao, Wang Daniu, who had reloaded the magazine, shouted: "Tuanza, be careful!"

As soon as the words fell, Liang Shanhao had already put on a bayonet with a little devil veteran.

This devil seems to be a veteran of the second conscription, and maybe he fought in the Russo-Japanese War and fought with the tall Maozi!

didn't take Liang Shanhao in his eyes at all, and the devil with the scar on his face raised his bayonet and stabbed it straight at Liang Shanhao's chest.

The stabbing action can be described as clean and neat, this guy is really a battle-hardened devil veteran.

Seeing the devil veteran's bayonet stabbing towards him, Liang Shanhao, who did not have a trace of waves on his face, saw the right time, and raised his gun, and the devil's veteran's bayonet was spread out in an instant.

This defensive tactic is not a move of the infantry drill of the German armorer, but comes from Liang Shanhao's own martial arts kung fu.

Liang Shanhao from Greater Guangdong is proficient in Wing Chun boxing, and knows that weapons are an extension of hands and feet.

With a shocked face, the devil veteran found that this opponent was not simple, and the defense could be described as calm and airtight.

Suddenly, the devil veteran re-aimed his bayonet at Liang Shanhao and made a series of stabs.

Liang Shanhao was not in a hurry, grabbing the Mauser rifle in his hand and calmly defending.

A spread, a shoulder, a volt.

Wing Chun's three-plate axe defense was used by Leung Shan Hao to fight bayonets.

The devil veteran's extremely aggressive serial stabbing is cracked by Liang Shanhao's bayonet.

Before the devil veteran had time to readjust his attack method, Liang Shanhao had already seized the gap of the devil veteran and stabbed him in the chest.

This move is the mark from Wing Chun, the attack is fierce, killing the heart.

The devil veteran curled up and fell to the ground struggling, unable to stand up again!

But this devil veteran has a particularly strong will to fight, and he also wants to throw a grenade at Liang Shanhao.

But as soon as the devil veteran raised his hand, a bullet broke the palm of the devil veteran's hand.

With a bang, the devil veteran and a few little devils around him were also killed in the explosion.

Looking back at the commanding heights of the city tower, Liang Shanhao showed a smile on his face.

This cold shot was shot by Yang Yiming, and sure enough, as his name suggests, he is a blockbuster!

Before he could stand firmly, two devils suddenly rushed from behind Liang Shanhao.

I only heard a short burst of gunshots, and the two devils wanted to hit Liang Shanhao, and a surprised devil fell at Liang Shanhao's feet, although the bullet of the MP40 submachine gun hit the stomach, but it did not immediately swallow.

The two devils who stole the chicken and made the rice die and waited for Liang Shanhao to mend the knife.

With a wicked smile on his face, Liang Shanhao scolded in standard Kyoto dialect: "Yaga! Is this what you call the spirit of bushido? Fart! What kind of soldier is sneaky! I'd better send you home! ”

After speaking, Liang Shanhao made up for each of the two devils.

At this time, the devils on the tower of Zhonghua Gate City had been driven to the slope below the gap.

Rao is like this, the devil tank under the city wall fired wildly, and the soldiers of the 108th Regiment who hit the gap only had the ability to parry, and had no power to fight back.

Pushing away the machine gunner who was crooked on the MG42 general-purpose machine gun, Battalion Commander Liu fired hysterically at the devils on the slope.

Tete, Tete, Tete!

Tete, Tete, Tete!

The devils on the slope were beaten so hard that they couldn't lift their heads, and the corpses covered the entire slope leading to the breach.

The two crooked machine guns were intended to suppress the counterfire, but before the bullets in the bucket were full of thirty rounds, the machine gunner of the devil was knocked crooked by the MG42 general-purpose machine gun and fell to the firing position.

The general-purpose machine gun erected in the gap can be described as a one-man affair, and it is impossible to open it.

No matter how many devils there were on the slope, they were swept to the ground by the dense rain of bullets.

Shot a drum at the devil, and the murderous Battalion Commander Liu shouted: "Ammunition box!" Ammunition box ......"

Before he finished speaking, a wave of grenades smashed towards the machine gun position where Battalion Commander Liu was.

It seems that this MG42 general-purpose machine gun has long attracted the attention of the captain of the devil wing.

Without the fire of the MG42 general-purpose machine gun, the offensive of the devils was even more fierce.

The devil on the inclined plane slowly pressed up with a Type 38 rifle.

The defense of the gap landed a good shot.

Liang Shanhao, who picked up Battalion Commander Liu, whose face was splashed with blood on the body of the gun, shouted: "Battalion Commander Liu, Battalion Commander Liu!"

Camp Commander Liu, who was wide-eyed, was silent.

Helping to close Camp Commander Liu's eyes, Liang Shanhao roared loudly: "Camp Commander Xiong, light a fire for Lao Tzu."

At the sound of an order, eighteen barrels of gasoline were pushed down, and the dark liquid flowed down the slope.

With a shocked face, one of the devil's squadron leaders roared sharply: "Baga! It's gasoline! The soldiers of China are on fire! Kill the cock! ”

The squadron leader of the devil knew very well that retreating at this time would only cause chaos in the formation and shake the morale of the army.

Although charging forward could not avoid the fire attack of the Zhina army, it was desperate and sacrificed for his life, and perhaps there was a chance to rush to the wall.

But the fire that ignited on the slope told the squadron leader of the devils that the probability of success of such an opportunity was only 0.099%.

In an instant, three gaps in the city wall ignited raging fires, which was the wrath of the Eastern Dragon, and it was the cry of forty thousand compatriots.

The devils on the slope were burned to the point of crying dad and mother, throwing away their armor.

The devil's original thunderous offensive was blocked by the fire.

One by one, the devils who were on fire threw away their weapons and ran straight down the slope.

It is true that the power of this wave of fire attacks should not be underestimated, and these devils who are on fire have lost the will to fight.

Seeing two or three devils on fire crashing straight towards him, a layer of fine sweat oozed from the head of the commander's combat staff officer.

Protecting the wing commander behind him, a young man who looked like an operational staff officer raised the Wang Ba box in his hand and pulled the trigger.

Syllable!

The first shot missed!

Syllable!

The second shot knocks down a soldier on fire!

The other two devils continued to run over without hesitation.

With a frightened face, the combat staff officer hurriedly fired the third shot, but the damn Southern Fourteenth Type was stuck at the most critical moment!

Seeing that the two soldiers on fire were getting closer and closer, the commander of the wing commander pushed away the combat staff officer who was blocking in front of him.

The Wing Commander is proficient in kendo, and he is the best at hand-to-hand slashing.

Drawing a sharp katana from his waist, the Wing Commander slashed over two deserters who had lost military discipline in quick succession.

Blood stained the blade red, and the Wing Commander tore open his throat and roared, "Yaga! No one is allowed to withdraw! Those who violate the order will be killed! ”

As soon as the words fell, Yang Yiming, who was lurking at the commanding heights of the city gate tower, suddenly pulled the trigger of the Mauser 98K rifle.

Boom!

A bloody hole appeared in the forehead of the wing commander, and the saber in his hand fell to the ground.

At the same time, the cluster grenades of Neon City continued to fly into the devil's battle array under Nanjing, and the offensive of the devil's infantry fell apart immediately.

The 12 tanks saw the heavy losses of the infantry, so they had to cover the remnants of the devil infantry to temporarily withdraw their troops.

That is, after a whole morning on December 12, the siege of the 47th Wing was once again declared a failure.

The Zhonghua Gate of Nanjing City is still immovable and is still in the hands of the 88th Division Supplementary Brigade of the Garrison.