On the morning of December 8, the 3rd Battalion of the 262nd Regiment of the 88th Division of the Nationalist Army held the outer position of Nanjing near Fangshan in Yuhuatai and blocked the first attack launched by the 116th Wing of the 26th Brigade of the 114th Division of the Devil.

This time, a total of four enemy armored vehicles were destroyed, six crooked handles, three grenadiers, more than 100 38 large covers, a batch of grenades, and a batch of bullets were captured, killing and wounding more than 200 devil soldiers, including a squadron leader and two squad leaders.

However, for this victory, the national army sacrificed more than a hundred young soldiers.

The yellow-green figures who crawled out of the trenches, the brothers who carried the bombs in their arms, and the heroes who marched forward bravely and were not bullied for the country and the nation were quietly and forever buried in the wilderness outside Nanjing.

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"Bastard! You're all rice buckets! Kukugi was furious at the soldiers who had fled.

He forgot about the pain in his foot again and tried to get up.

But as soon as he stood up, Jiujiumu suddenly felt unbearable pain and fell to the ground all of a sudden.

"Yaga! I will demote you. ”

The physical pain and heart ache made him immediately vent his anger on the adjutant who didn't have time to help.

The lean devil adjutant immediately picked up Kukugi, rolled his eyes, and said, "Captain Jiujiumu, the previous failure was caused by the armored convoy not listening to your orders and Captain Cao Tian underestimating the enemy.

We also have two squadrons, and artillery shells. As far as the military knows, the enemy is only one battalion, and they also suffered casualties in the battle just now, and their strength has been greatly reduced.

As long as we concentrate our forces, have superior numbers and superior equipment, we will definitely be able to defeat the Chinese army and take the position. You see, it's time to get ready for heavy rain, and it's a good time to raid. ”

"Huh? That's right! Jiujiumu was stunned, then turned his worries into joy, and said happily: "Okay, if you can succeed this time, you will have a share of credit." ”

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At noon, the sky was full of dark clouds, and finally it began to rain heavily.

The heavy rain that poured down the city washed away the blood stains and gunpowder smoke left on the battlefield, but it could not wash away the pain left in everyone's hearts after the war.

When everyone eats, they can only nibble on flatbread.

Because it is impossible to light a fire during the day, as long as there is a little smoke rising from the defense line of the Chinese army, it will soon attract the devil's plane or artillery, and bombard and bomb it repeatedly.

Therefore, the soldiers of the cooking squad did not dare to make a fire to cook during the day.

As a result, the brothers ate breakfast only before dawn, and the next hot meal waited until after dark.

Sitting in the trench, Zhao Zilong was chewing compressed biscuits while listening to Wang Zhong and Zhang Long.

"Fuck! This time, thanks to the little devils, they despised us, and if four armored vehicles attacked a position at the same time, it would be enough for us to eat a pot. Wang Zhong took a bite of the flatbread fiercely and scolded.

"Camp! There are no ifs. Zhang Long smiled and said, "Aren't we winning now?" ”

"Won?" Wang Zhong's right eyebrow raised, and then his face sank: "You know a fart." The devil doesn't know what tricks he has behind him? We don't know how long we can stop it? ”

Zhang Long was scolded so much that he didn't dare to fight back, so he smiled wryly, and then complained: "I said the camp, why haven't the brother troops who support it come yet?" Our three battalions have suffered casualties and a platoon of brothers. If we don't come, we won't be able to hold on. ”

"What's wrong? Do you want to be a deserter? Wang Zhong glared at the other party: "If you can't keep it, you have to keep it!" Do you want the city of Nanjing to be captured? Don't you want to keep your home there? ”

Speaking of this, Wang Zhong suddenly thought of something, turned his head and asked Zhao Zilong: "Brother, aren't you going to Nanjing to find someone?" Why don't you leave quickly?"

Zhao Zilong was stunned and replied, "Brother Wang, you see that everyone is staying here now, and the support troops don't know when they will arrive." If I leave at this time, it is not moral. ”

"You're not an official fighter, you can leave first." Wang Zhong waved his hand.

"No, although it is the duty of a soldier to defend the territory and defend the territory, as long as he is a Chinese, he has this responsibility."

Zhao Zilong looked at Wang Zhong and said, "Didn't you tell those two military commanders before that I was a temporary member of the 262nd Regiment?" Then I should have stayed. ”

"Good!" Zhang Long immediately gave a thumbs up and asked, "Brother Zhao, where are you going to find someone in Nanjing?" Who are you looking for? I'm a local, and I'm familiar with it, so why don't I take you to find it? ”

"Okay." Zhao Zilong nodded.

Suddenly, his brows furrowed, his ears pricked up, and he hurriedly picked up the eight-fold monoculars and looked into the distance.

When he saw a team of devils pulling cannons and loading cannonballs about two or three kilometers away in the wilderness, Zhao Zilong immediately shouted: "The devils are going to shoot cannons again." ”

"Everyone, get in the bomb shelter!" Wang Zhong immediately stood up and shouted loudly.

The nationalist soldiers immediately picked up guns and ammunition and hid in the anti-artillery holes of the trenches.

Boom Boom Boom......

Everyone hid, and a series of shells fell. Explosions and smoke filled the two-kilometer position.

This time the shells were more severe and more numerous than the morning round, as if the devils were trying to vent all their anger at the previous defeat.

"Brothers, wake up your spirits, this time the devil's cannonballs hit hard, and the attack of the Waiting Society is the most violent."

After emerging from the air-raid shelter, Wang Zhong immediately ordered each battalion and platoon.

Zhao Zilong saw that the position at this time was covered with craters of different sizes, and the strong smell of gunpowder smoke wafting in the air made his nose and throat hurt hotly.

From time to time, some fighters in the vicinity wiped tears and coughed.

Half an hour later, about two squadrons of infantry devils appeared in the wilderness.

Zhao Zilong was half-standing on the edge of the trench, holding a Zhongzheng rifle, staring into the distance.

In the field of vision, rows of sparse earthy yellow figures faintly appeared in the wilderness, and the formation was very scattered.

At first, the devils walked almost with their chests held out, and the speed was a little slow, but when they got close to the position about two kilometers, they immediately bent down and quickened their pace.

"The devils are going to attack, everyone is ready to fight!" Wang Zhong shouted orders in the trenches.

The fighters of each company and platoon immediately lay down or crouched in their bunkers, all holding weapons against the enemy from afar.

"Brother!" At this time, Wang Zhong walked to Zhao Zilong's side.

"Brother Wang, you say."

"You're going to have to fight the Devil Commander and the Heavy this time."

"I know."

Before Wang Zhong turned around to leave, he turned around and admonished: "Remember not to rush out casually." ”

"Hmm!" Zhao Zilong was slightly stunned, then nodded.

"Camp!" At this time, Zhang Hu stretched out his hand to stop Wang Zhong.

"What's the matter?"

"Where did you put my rifle?"