Dense artillery shells bombarded the defenders' positions all over Nanjing City with a howling sound that tore through the air, and groups of devil planes also threw aerial bombs without showing weakness, making people feel hated and helpless. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Countless streets and alleys were burning, billowing smoke obscured the sky, the shock wave of the explosion destroyed everything, the residents had already taken refuge in the city, and the defenders hiding in the bunkers were torn apart from time to time, and the sky was raining blood.

The devils have gone mad, the defenders are under tremendous pressure in all positions, scorched earth and ruins are everywhere, and the two sides of the battle have been beaten into a pot of porridge.

"Tuanza! Tuanza! The grizzled soldier burrowed into the crumbling regimental command post and found the regimental commander, who was also blackened.

"What's the matter! Is it that the devil is coming up again! "The regimental commander was about to rush out with a shell gun.

"It's not! There are devils who have gone around to Collector's Alley! Behind us, the division headquarters ordered us to retreat! If you don't withdraw again, you will be made dumplings! ”

When the head of the regiment heard this, he immediately scolded: "Damn it! Order all companies to evacuate their positions immediately! ”

The staff officer hurriedly grabbed the regiment commander: "After the shelling is over, the devil should come up!" Gotta leave one for a break! Otherwise, it's all going to be doomed—"

"Let the supplementary eighth company stay, and the others will evacuate immediately!" After the regiment commander finished speaking, he drilled out of the headquarters without looking back.

The staff officer grabbed the signal soldier who turned around and was about to leave: "You go and tell the Eighth Company to replenish and let them cover the evacuation of the whole regiment!"

"Yes!"

After answering the signal corps, he drilled out of the regimental headquarters and rushed along the communication trench towards the position to replenish the 8th Company.

The position of the 8th Company was located in the salient of the position of the entire regiment, and as soon as the shelling was over, the soldiers in tattered clothes came out from everywhere, ready to block the charge of the devil soldiers.

"Company commander, the devil has come over!" The soldiers lying in the trenches were aiming at the ruins with their guns, and there were many devils looming at them.

"It seems to be a devil's death squad!"

Some soldiers saw that the devils who came over were shirtless, with strips of cloth wrapped around their heads, and they couldn't help but feel a tightness in their hearts.

"I'm afraid, death squad, death squad, as long as you dare to come, Lao Tzu guarantees that he will never come back!" The company commander was bareheaded, smoking a cigarette fiercely, and cursing loudly.

"That is, we Sichuan people have never been false devils!" Someone chimed in.

"A long line!"

"Here!"

"Put the devil closer and then fight, we don't have many bullets, save a little!"

The platoon commander smiled: "Company commander, when have we wasted bullets, you just see, definitely one bullet kills a devil!"

The company commander took another hard puff of his cigarette and reminded loudly: "Brothers! The regiment hands over the position to us, and we have to defend it! Don't embarrass the Sichuan people! ”

Before the company commander's words fell, the regimental headquarters signal corps had already found the commander of the eighth company along the communication trench.

"Company Commander Zhao, the regimental seat orders your eighth company to cover the evacuation of the whole regiment!"

"What!" When the commander of the eighth company heard this, he threw away the cigarette roll in his hand and hurriedly stood up: "Don't fight?"

The signal soldier hurriedly explained: "The devil has copied our rear road, and the regiment has withdrawn, let you cover behind the palace!"

"you. Damn! When the platoon commander heard this, he immediately became angry, and kicked the signal soldier to the ground: "Let us fight this broken battle again!" If you don't spell us out, you're not comfortable, aren't you! ”

"I have delivered the command, and it is your business whether to carry it out or not." The signal corps didn't bother to bother with the platoon leader, he didn't care about the scorched earth all over his body, so he turned around and ran away after saying a word.

Seeing that the signal corps ran away without looking back, the devil was approaching, and the friendly company had no movement, and the company commander's face sank.

"Company commander, before we get into trouble with the devil, let's withdraw too!" The platoon leader saw the devils getting closer and closer, and he was sweating profusely.

"We only have these sixty or so brothers left, we can't all be left here, company commander, give an order quickly, our entire regiment is defeated by the queen of the palace, we can't repeat the mistakes of the past!"

The brethren of the Sichuan Army, whose faces were blackened with gunpowder, also turned their heads to look at their company commander, waiting for his order.

And at this moment, those shirtless devil death squads in the cold winter have approached their distance of 400 meters, and they can hear the strange screams and swishing bullets.

"Brethren! When we fought in Shanghai, it was still a group! Now we're the only one left! Our Sichuan army is cheap! If you don't have guns or cannons, you're cannon fodder on the battlefield! But we must be this cannon fodder, only when we are this cannon fodder, can the hundreds of brothers in the regiment successfully evacuate! Don't embarrass millions of our fathers and villagers in Sichuan! We have to die on the battlefield, and we can't let the grandson of the Warlord team shoot a black gun! ”

"Dogs. God, fight with the little devil! The platoon growled.

"Fight!" The more than 60 remaining Sichuan army brothers of the Eighth Company who had retreated from the Songhu battlefield had red eyes and roared.

"Kill, change, change!"

The shirtless devil death squad rushed to the position of the eighth company, and the sparse rifle bullets guarding the position could not stop the charge of the devil soldiers.

The company commander ran out of bullets on his body, threw away his rifle, picked up his saber and climbed out of the trench, raised his arms and shouted: "Brothers! Kill the devil! ”

The Sichuan troops who supplemented the eighth company were extremely poorly equipped, and the soldiers did not have a few bayonets on their bodies, but they still rushed out without hesitation, and fought hand-to-hand with the devil's death squad with the butts of their guns and fists.

The saber in the company commander's hand had jumped out of countless gaps all the way down the bloody battle, but it was still majestic, roaring angrily and slashing into the body of the devil's neck, and blood splashed his body.

A monster with a fierce face screamed and knocked him to the ground, and the shiny bayonet stabbed down hard, but the devil used too much force and plunged into the scorched earth.

The saber of the eighth company commander slashed over and cut off the lower leg of the devil soldier, and the devil immediately screamed and rolled to the ground.

A devil stabbed the Sichuan soldier with a bayonet, but the Sichuan soldier used his last strength to pull the grenade in his hand, and both of them were blown away, and they died with the devil.

The devil death squad is fierce, but these red-eyed Sichuan soldiers also fought with the determination to die, and the two sides were stabbed to death next to each other.

"Kill!" Just when the two sides were inseparable, a murderous team rushed out of the smoke behind the devils and crashed straight into the group of devils.

The machete in Liu Yidao's hand whirred, the blade chopped down, and the hideous devil's head fell to the ground with a gurgling sound.

More and more soldiers poured out of the smoke of gunpowder, each of them was brave, and they slashed at these devils, and even the student soldier Wang Zikun stabbed an injured devil to the ground with a bayonet.

The devil's blood sprayed on Wang Zikun's face, and the bloody breath that rushed into his lungs made him feel sick and wanted to vomit, but he still held it back, and entered the battlefield with a bloody bayonet.

More than a hundred devil death squads were wiped out in less than a moment by the passing guerrilla battalions.

"Where's your sir?" Yang Ling fought all the devils and asked this ragged army to find the way to Guanghua Gate.

A soldier pointed to the blood-stained corpse and choked up: "Our company commander, they are all dead......