Just as Zhang Wei and the Japanese army were firing at each other in garbage time, the Tiger Cave position was a sea of fire, and 75 mm mountain artillery and 150 mm cannons smashed into this small area.

The first and second peaks of the Purple Mountain are the key to holding Nanjing, and the Tiger Cave is the key point of the first and second peaks, stationed here is the third battalion of the first regiment of the first infantry brigade of the teaching corps, and this battalion has been under greater pressure than other troops for two consecutive days of fierce attack. The position was in a sea of fire, full of stumps and broken arms, damaged rifles mixed with minced meat, corpses could not tell who was who, and if there was a chance to clean up the battlefield, most of the battalion would be classified as missing.

The fortifications on the position have long been blown up, the cement pillbox has been blown up by aerial bombs and artillery shells after playing all its value, the Japanese infantry has approached the first fortification, there is no one here, a two- or four-heavy machine gun damaged by the 37 rapid-fire gun is still sitting there unwillingly, on the side, are the corpses of 10 officers and soldiers, the previous attack, hand-to-hand combat, the Japanese entered three times, but in the end they were beaten back, and now, the blood of the third battalion has been drained.

In front of the position, the corpses of the Japanese soldiers were also all over the place, and there was a chariot that was still burning, and his crew fell next to the chariot, and the explosive shells of the 37 anti-aircraft guns made him still burn.

Poof-the sound of bullets penetrating flesh, the remnants of the third battalion in the second trench continued to resist, and the Japanese paid some casualties for every step forward, although these casualties were meaningless to stop them.

"The seventh, it's a pity it's a creep." The battalion commander Luo Yufeng endured the severe pain in his legs, operated the rifle in his hand, and took the life of a Japanese man, with the corpse attached to the battalion and the damaged telephone behind him. The Japanese had already crossed the first line of defense and began to prepare to clear the remnants of the second trench, and several rifles were still resisting stubbornly.

Kazu Tanaka is also the new squadron leader, his predecessor died in hand-to-hand combat on this position yesterday, and in less than two days, in order to take this position, other troops did not know that the squadron of 100 men lost almost half of its men. The dead bodies and abandoned weapons that were crossed were the second trench, and the gunfire of resistance gradually stopped, and the remnants of the soldiers had been solved by 38 guns and bayonets.

"Tell the soldiers, stay on guard, clear your position, and then send someone to report to the captain, this is the damn place."

Kazuya Tanaka glanced at his feet, a mortar seat that had been blown up, and below it was a telephone line that had been blown up, and Kazuya Tanaka followed this telephone line, which seemed to be the shelter of the command post of the Chinese army, and took a few steps forward, and finally found a telephone, next to which were two dead bodies, he squatted down, trying to find something, looking at the mark on the corpse, this is a Chinese major.

Just as he reached out to grab his satchel, a sharp pain came, his thigh was hugged by this "corpse", a puff of green smoke rose, and a bloody grenade came into his eyes.

Rumble! Two lives disappeared in the land of death. On the afternoon of December 9, the Tiger Cave was lost, and more than 300 defenders were annihilated.

Poof-slap - A soldier of the second squad was shot in the head by a 38 rifle, and the 65-caliber bullet burrowed head-on into the M35 steel helmet, splashing a cloud of blood. At the same time as the Tiger Cave was lost, the Japanese army under the heights of the Zhongshan Mausoleum began a new round of fierce attack, eliminating the long-distance impact, and the Japanese army occupying the foot of the mountain became more vigorous. The artillery of the wing also began to risk hitting their own people, constantly firing at the Chinese troops.

Zhang Wei was holding a Czech-style point shot, this gun was reinforced by three platoons and three squads, his original owner had been blown into a sieve by a grenadier, and the deputy shooter still faithfully performed his duty and loaded the empty magazine. Da - a short point, two Japanese soldiers who were jumping over the deer fence fell weakly, although the deer barricade and barbed wire fence laid before the war have been blown up, but plus the corpses left by the Japanese army, it formed an obstacle one by one, hindering the advancing Japanese army.

Several long-handled grenades exploded on the hillside, and the dense attack formation of the Japanese army doomed people to death. Zhang Wei also took advantage of the smoke from the grenade explosion to shoot a burst of fire below.

"Magazine, by the way, give me the spare barrel as well." , the Czech twenty-round magazine was quickly emptied, and the copper-colored shells were spread all over the floor. The barrel, which was covered with heat sinks, also burned from the long continuous firing. Zhang Wei grabbed the handle, turned it to the right, and then pulled it out hard, and the smoking barrel was removed.

He Kun held the twenty rings and shouted at the top of his voice: "Platoon commander, no, I can't stop it, the devil is rushing up!" "The long period of attrition caused the first platoon and the fourth company to lose blood, and there was simply not enough strength to fill the defensive line, and the headquarters could not send reinforcements, and the fighting in other positions was even more fierce.

"Lao Tzu knows, He Kun, shut up on your dog days, be careful to be stabbed to death with a bayonet later!" Just as they were loading their ammunition, the Japanese had already rushed up, and they were less than ten meters away from the trenches, and Zhang Wei could even hear the howls in their mouths.

"Your mother!" Zhang Wei picked up the Czech style and fired at the bottom, not a point shot. A whole platoon of Japanese troops was swept up, but alas, in the rest of the defensive line, Japanese troops were already constantly pouring in, scuffling with a platoon of soldiers. Zhang Wei threw away the machine gun and picked up the Mauser rifle beside him, the bright bayonet on the gun was so dazzling in the winter sun, and at the same time opened the insurance for the twenty rings on his waist, on the battlefield, no one pays attention to faith, killing the enemy is the right way.

'Brothers, fight with bayonets!' A Japanese soldier stabbed Zhang Wei with a three-eight gun that was extremely incompatible with his height, small but extraordinarily powerful, Zhang Wei dodged, and did not have time to adjust the position of holding the gun in his right hand, so he directly held the butt of the gun with his right hand and threw a big circle, and the Japanese soldier saw that the situation was not good, and he also went straight back, but unfortunately the butt of the rifle swept over was still scraped on the back of his head.

The Japanese soldier suddenly felt a burst of dizziness, and the next plate began to be unstable, Zhang Wei saw this opportunity to hold up the rifle and hit it, and the 38 guns in the Japanese army's hand were not adjusted to the horizontal posture against the enemy before Zhang Wei's body was resisted, and then, the bayonet of the Mauser rifle pierced into the lower abdomen of the Japanese soldier.

Zhang Wei turned the body of the gun, and the short Mauser gun, as if like a demon in hell, strangled his intestines with a bayonet,

He could only fall to the ground weakly, watching his vision become more and more blurry.

Zhang Wei pulled out his bayonet, looked at the corpse on the ground, and forcibly resisted the pain caused by the churning stomach acid.

"This is the real killing blood since I came."