The next day, December 10, 1937, before dawn, Zhao Zilong was awakened by the faint sound of gunfire in the distance outside the city wall.

Last night, he completely relaxed his body and rested with a special pranayama.

After just a few hours, he has swept away all the fatigue of the past few days, and now he feels more energetic than ever.

At this time, it should be about five o'clock in the morning, and the sky is gray.

It was not dawn, but it was much brighter than last night.

Zhao Zilong stood on the head of the tall city, and his vision suddenly widened.

Looking into the distance, he could clearly see a small hill that was not very tall about two or three kilometers away from Zhonghua Gate.

Zhao Zilong knew that this was Yuhuatai.

At this time, Yuhuatai was still surrounded by the devil's artillery fire.

When he looked at Yuhuatai under the city before, Zhao Zilong didn't feel anything, thinking that Yuhuatai was just a little higher than this section of the city wall.

But now he is standing on the city wall and looking at Yuhuatai, but he finds that Yuhuatai is not only a cut and a half above the city wall, but its location is really important.

Although Zhao Zilong was an assassin, he also had some eye for military strategy.

He immediately saw that if Yuhuatai was occupied by devils, then the devils would be condescending, and they could completely suppress this side of Zhonghuamen with artillery fire.

If the situation is like that, the entire section of the city wall where Zhao Zilong is located will be completely exposed to artillery fire, and everyone will not have to defend it at all.

For no reason, Zhao Zilong suddenly remembered what Zhu Chi, the commander of the 88th Division, said: "Even if there is only one soldier left, one bullet and one gun, I will defend this position." I, Zhu Chi, swear to live and die with Yuhuatai!"

It turned out that Zhu Chi knew the importance of this place for a long time, so he said that. If the 88th Division retreats, it will definitely be difficult to hold the Zhonghua Gate.

"I don't know, how long can the brothers of the 88th Division, who are surrounded by devils on all sides, be able to hold on?" Zhao Zilong couldn't help but exhale secretly.

After so many days of fighting side by side with those national soldiers, as a ruthless assassin, his psychology is now starting to change a little.

Turning his head, Zhao Zilong looked to the northeast.

Looking at the past, there is a tall and straight mountain on that side.

At this time, there were also muffled gunfire around the mountain.

The dark green mountains were shrouded in those black smoke.

"Brother! That's the commanding heights of Nanjing, the Purple Mountain! ”

At this time, Wang Zhong's voice came from behind him: "Over there is the teaching corps guarding." ”

Zhao Zilong listened, his brows furrowed slightly.

He knew that the Purple Mountain was the highest mountain in Nanjing, and in history, it had always been a battleground for soldiers. If you occupy the Purple Mountain, it is equivalent to almost controlling the entire city of Nanjing.

"I hope they can hold it, otherwise, Nanjing City will be in trouble."

Wang Zhong patted Zhao Zilong on the shoulder, said a word, and walked away.

With Wang Zhong's figure walking down the city wall, Zhao Zilong looked at it at a glance, and the entire huge Nanjing City was suddenly visible.

Unlike what he imagined, the city of Nanjing was much bigger than he imagined.

In front of Zhao Zilong's eyes, the rows of densely packed houses were almost connected.

Between the high and low houses, there are several wide avenues.

Zhongshan Road, Hanzhong Road, and that Xinkou Street.

As soon as he saw the hospital building on Xinkou Street, which was one floor higher than ordinary houses, Zhao Zilong couldn't help but have that pretty face flushed in front of his eyes.

He thought of Li Xiaoling and thought of that promise.

"Remember, on the 12th, I'll pick you up."

And with a faint rumbling sound in the distance, Zhao Zilong was stunned.

He shook his head and quickly calmed down.

He knew very well that the historic city was surrounded by the thick and disturbing sound of gunfire around it.

"The plane, the devil's plane is coming."

At this time, the shouts of several national army brothers suddenly came from behind him.

Zhao Zilong hurriedly turned his head to take a look, only to see two devil planes in the sky, flying in the direction of Zhonghua Gate.

It may be that since entering China, the devil's plane has not encountered resistance from the Chinese Air Force, and they have no disdain for the Chinese army's air defense on the ground.

Therefore, these two grass-green planes flew a little slowly and a little low over Nanjing, declaring to the people on the ground the arrogance and arrogance of the Great Empire.

After a while, the two devil planes flew over the Zhonghua Gate.

"Hide." The brothers shouted and hurriedly found cover to hide.

Zhao Zilong's eyes narrowed, and he judged that the two planes were about three or four hundred meters away from the ground.

If he shoots, will he be able to hit?

However, he judged the direction and speed of the wind and gave up on the idea.

At the dangerous moment when the devil's plane was about to drop bombs.

Rumble! Rumble! ……

At this time, somewhere in the city of Nanjing, several cannons rang out.

Immediately after, in mid-air of the Zhonghua Gate, several gray fireworks were waved, and then there were bursts of rumbling explosions.

"Don't be afraid, we have anti-aircraft guns."

At this time, Zhang Long shouted happily: "It must be Xiaohu, they hit the anti-aircraft guns." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Zilong saw a devil's plane, which suddenly emitted a cloud of black smoke, and then dragged a long column of smoke, fell headlong, and fell into a row of houses on the other side of the moat.

There was a boom, and a cloud of smoke rose from it.

"Good little tiger brother, continue to beat him as a turtle son."

Wen Bin, who was beside Zhao Zilong, saw it and immediately jumped up with joy.

But as soon as he jumped, he pulled the wound on his foot again, and he couldn't help but groan in pain, and then sat down.

"Xiaobin, be careful." As he spoke, Zhao Zilong touched the other party's head.

As the sound of cannons sounded again in Nanjing City, the last remaining devil plane was frightened, and the nose of the plane suddenly rose. After hurriedly dropping a few shells, it flew back to the east.

However, the devil plane had just turned around, but it was hit by a shell and exploded in the air.

The fireworks that spread out are beautiful.

The bombs dropped by the planes only fell into the moat and the houses that had long since collapsed nearby, and did not fall into the city walls.

Seeing that the devil's plane was shot down, everyone immediately rushed out of the wall happily, jumping and shouting and cheering.

Da-da-da, da-da.

Suddenly, from the tower of the Zhonghua Gate, there was the sound of two long and short bursts of Czech light machine guns.

As soon as Zhao Zilong heard the warning gunshot, his face suddenly changed.

He hurriedly dodged behind the city wall and stuck his head out to look into the distance.

I saw two long yellow figures on the flat ground in the distance across the moat.

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