However, on the one hand, they had to shoulder heavy responsibilities, and on the other hand, they had to spend their minds on officialdom, politics, and personnel relations in Nanjing, which caused the vast number of officers and men to fight bravely, and many officers and men paid a heavy price in their lives and blood, but they were never able to destroy a small group of stubborn enemies entrenched in the strongholds.

On the contrary, Zhang Fakui of the right-wing army was a martial artist, simple-minded, and had few other thoughts about fighting single-mindedly, so he actually won many battles. However, because he was often against Chiang Kai-shek, he could not be entrusted with important tasks, so he had to play the side drum in Pudong.

"Although Wen Bai is mediocre, he is loyal!" This is the reason why Jiang Gong reused Zhang Zhizhong. Chiang Gong was also accustomed to giving orders and commanding remotely from afar, and regardless of his military ability, the mere fact that he did not understand the battle situation on the ground and failed to grasp the slightest fleeting changes on the battlefield was enough to deprive the Kuomintang of some opportunities for reversal.

In the final stage, Jiang Gong was deeply mired in the hope of foreign powers to intervene to stop Japanese aggression, and repeated contradictions between retreating and sticking to orders, and finally caused hundreds of thousands of national troops to evolve from a major retreat to a major rout, which not only suffered heavy losses, but also laid the bane for the loss of Nanjing.

There is no way, but Shen Chen is doing his best, together with the loyal and brave Chinese soldiers around him, to face the challenge of the historical crisis of the Chinese nation and witness the most tragic resistance in the history of the Chinese nation. Of course, she still has hidden dreams in her heart that have yet to be confirmed.

On the battlefield, the fighting was fierce, and flesh and blood flew everywhere. The scorching August air in Shanghai was filled with the choking smell of gunpowder smoke and the unpleasant smell of blood and rancidity.

Shen Chen is proud because she is experiencing an earth-shattering history. Although the equipment is inferior, she and the soldiers of the national * army around her have the heroic fighting spirit of seeing death as home, and have the national will to defend the country.

More than a dozen cannonballs fired cannonballs, from east to west, on the horizon, about two or three miles long, bursts of red light flashed, and the sound of booming and booming was like continuous thunder. The ballistic trajectory brought out a flash of fire in the dark sky, shooting towards this place in a parabola.

Some were scattered grenades, bursting countless rays of light in the sky, symbolizing the death of war, stretching out their claws a few feet long and grabbing down on the position.

The shells fell on the front and back of the position, left and right. Clusters of fireworks surged, and the thick smell of sulfur not only hit the nostrils, but also enveloped the whole body. Suddenly, a strange cry broke through the air, and with a loud bang, flames, dust, and gravel rose violently, stirring up several feet high.

Even if there was still some distance from the main position, even if he was squatting, Shen Chen felt like he was in a rough sea, up and down, and his chest and abdomen were nauseated.

As soon as the shelling stopped, the sound of machine guns and rifles rang out intensively again. The chariot took cover with a group of demons and monsters and rushed up.

Shen Chen tore off the dusty mask, and even this little obstacle made her feel that she couldn't breathe. Aim, shoot, she shoots first, firing hateful bullets at the enemy.

Boom, boom! The devil's chariot turned its turret, spewed flames, and overturned the machine-gun fortifications of the national * army, and parts, rags, and flesh flew up.

Rumble! An explosive bag was pulled, the devil's chariot fell crookedly, and the tracks collapsed with a clatter. Before the smoke and dust of the explosion cleared, several figures in the fortifications and craters suddenly jumped up and threw Molotov cocktails.

Fires, explosions, smoke rising in front of the position, and the enemy and us fought desperately.

Smack, smack, smack! Shen Chen shot mechanically, and even rarely changed places, which was no longer a requirement of a sniper, it was completely the reaction of an ordinary soldier. In the midst of this frenetic and brutal battle, she was completely infected.

A wave of devil attacks failed, and another wave, this attack of devils was quite violent. Finally, the devil broke through the position of the national * army, and the two sides launched hand-to-hand combat.

In the fighting, the soldiers on both sides lost their minds and became beasts. They screamed frantically, stumbling and leaping in the flames of war, their smoky and gray faces covered only with glowing fierce eyes.

"Stay still." Zhao Youcai picked up his rifle and rushed out.

Shen Chen shot down a conspicuous devil officer wielding a command knife, and then paused for a long time without firing again.

Mixed with friends and enemies, she didn't dare to shoot easily. Because of the strong penetration of the 38 big cover, although she is sure to hit the devil, it is easy to accidentally injure the second target after the bullet penetrates.

Moreover, after the bullet passes through the first target, the speed will be slow, and it will roll and deform, and if it hits the second target again, the lethality will be greatly enhanced. And now shooting at the pile, the second target hit has a high probability of being your own people.

Shen Chen hesitated, put the rifle on his shoulder, took out his pistol, and ran forward.

Hand-to-hand combat was bloody and brutal, and the sound of bayonets and guns, shouts of killing, and screams resounded all over the place.

A big man with a bayonet and a toothless lieutenant was whirling around with the devil. Relying on his height and long arms, although he is not very proficient in assassination skills, he obviously has a foundation in national arts, and his strength is also great, and the gun is picked up by a gust of wind, which scares the devil into taking a few steps back. Unexpectedly, there were too many obstacles on the ground, and the devil stumbled under his feet, and the big man took the opportunity to step forward and stabbed into the devil's ribs.

Zhao Youcai's stabbing skills are also average, but he is proficient in national arts, and his wrist strength, arm strength, and speed are all beyond ordinary people. Swing away the devil's bayonet, and stab a devil down with a thrust. A bayonet next to him stabbed him, he flashed, flicked his elbow, slammed the butt of the gun, and smashed it on the opponent's steel helmet with a "click", the opponent was stunned, and he followed with a bayonet and picked the opponent's stomach.

There are not many fierce men like Zhao Youcai and big men in the national * army, and there are more devils in hand-to-hand combat than the Chinese * army.

The big man smashed and stabbed in a row, killed three devils, and his strength was consumed a lot, and he was no longer so energetic in shooting. A devil soldier Cao Dunshi Kongwu swept his bayonet away at once, and then a backstab stabbed him in the right chest, and the blood immediately stained his clothes. He gritted his teeth in pain, threw his whole body forward, and with the inertia of rushing forward, he pierced the bayonet into the devil's lower abdomen.

Two more bayonets stabbed him in the body, and the gun in the big man's hand fell to the ground, but he still reached out and grabbed the head of the devil's gun, spurting blood from his mouth, glaring angrily, and scolding: "Dog, dog's day-" Stiff and unswerving, the devil didn't pull out the bayonet at once.

Shen Chen, who ran to him, only felt that his throat was hot, his nose was sour, and tears were almost flowing out. She raised her pistol, snapped, snapped, and the two shots resulted in the devil who drew the bayonet, and the big man's body slowly softened, and his eyes widened, staring at the sky of the motherland.

Zhao Youcai was surrounded by three devils in a semicircle, he jumped around, and after a few rounds passed, he gasped for breath. My head was a little dizzy, my steps were a little staggering, and I couldn't hold on.