When Lao Liu Tou came up with the cooking class to deliver food, the enemy had already been repulsed.

The casualties of the 2nd Battalion over the past two days were very few.

Sun Yumin, Zhou Hainan and the four company commanders also lost the languishing appearance of yesterday, but the old Liu Tou, who delivered the food, was not very interested.

Li Tie Dan is a guy who can't keep his mouth shut. He joked: "Old Liu, what's wrong with you?" Did you run away with someone, or did you let the devil's plane cannon blow it up? ”

Lao Liu Tou ignored him, threw over two steamed buns, stuffed a bowl of fat slices into his arms, and walked out of the bunker without saying a word. Zhou Hong hurriedly followed out and shouted loudly behind: "I haven't eaten yet!" "Caused a bunch of people to laugh.

Sun Yumin asked the cooks who were packing up their things: "What's wrong with Old Liu?" ”

The cook glanced at everyone, and said with red eyes: "The camp headquarters was also bombed in the morning, and Da Niu and Xiao Zhang were killed by the bomb for the pot of meat on the stove. ”

Li Tie Dan was originally picking up a piece of fat and stuffing it into his mouth, but when he heard this, he couldn't put this piece of meat in his mouth.

"The squad leader said that if he hadn't remembered the pot of meat, Da Niu and Xiao Zhang would not have died." The cook continued. "Since the two of them died, the squad leader has not said a word until now."

Li Tie swallowed the steamed buns in his mouth hard, stopped for a moment, and suddenly slapped himself hard, and then ran out again, heading towards Lao Liu, who was carrying two baskets of steamed buns to the city tower. He snatched the burden from Lao Liu's shoulders and strode towards the city tower.

Zhou Zhenqiang learned the news of the martyrdom of the second regiment commander and the head of the military police regiment, and he did not speak for a long time.

The Guanghuamen position was already in danger, but except for a platoon of guards in his hands, there were no soldiers to adjust.

He wanted to get his regiment back, but as the deputy commander, how could he not know that the regiment had already filled the Purple Mountain position.

Zhou Zhenqiang was determined to personally guard the Guanghuamen position, a bare-pole brigade commander who had no soldiers to send, was it still necessary to guard this headquarters?

Leaving the chief of staff and a group of staff officers to watch the house, Zhou Zhenqiang came to the Guanghuamen position with the only guard platoon in his hand.

From the defense line of the inner city to the defense line of the outer city, in a short distance, Zhou Zhenqiang felt two worlds.

He had this feeling only when he climbed the walls of Waicho Castle. Including a regiment and a battalion, almost all the officers and soldiers on the outer city wall were depressed, and their eyes were full of despair. They were scared and wanted to escape from this purgatory-like battlefield.

And the second battalion on the defensive line behind them, everyone's eyes revealed perseverance and composure, and everyone's face revealed confidence and pride.

From the distribution of the corpses of the Japanese soldiers on the battlefield and the route of the charge, Zhou Zhenqiang, who has a career of more than ten years as a horseman, immediately understood the course of the battle.

His judgment was also confirmed in the report of the commander of the regiment and battalion. If it weren't for the second battalion to resist, Guanghua Gate would have actually been lost. The greatest contribution of the officers and soldiers on the outer city wall in the Japanese attack was a rain of grenades, which caused the Japanese to drop hundreds of corpses. And they knew that this wave of bullets and rain still happened under the reminder of the second battalion.

Looking at these soldiers on the city wall, Zhou Zhenqiang didn't know how to boost their morale.

There is still a vicious battle to be fought, how can this group of mourning soldiers defend it? And how can you fight?

Sun Yumin stood beside Zhou Zhenqiang, looking at his frowning brows, and had the urge to go up and express his thoughts. But when you think about it, if you add new wounds to the second battalion in pain because of your own impulsiveness, will you be worthy of those dead brothers?

People are selfish, and Sun Yumin is no exception. He knew that these soldiers on the tower of the city wanted to change guards with the second battalion very much, because behind the second battalion was the way to live. Sooner or later, they have to retreat, and let these powerful soldiers of the second battalion fight the devils in the front, and retreat at any time in the back, what a good thing it is. Many of the officers and soldiers on the outer city wall had this idea, but no one dared to say it. are looking forward to others applying to the chief in front of them, but they themselves are profiting.

So the soldiers on the outer wall began to look at me, I looked at him, he looked at you in a loop, and then a bunch of people looked at the company commander, and the company commander looked at the battalion commander with a blank look.

Zhou Zhenqiang also wanted to transfer the second battalion to guard the first line of defense, but he couldn't open this mouth. The people had been on the battlefield for two whole days and one night, and on the first day, the second battalion of the people had been defending for a whole day, and the entire battalion had lost most of its strength before retreating to the second line of defense. And now the defenders on the city walls held a whole regiment and two battalions for less than a day, and the positions were breached. People wiped your butts for you, and now you still want people to help you directly on top, is this possible?

Sun Yumin couldn't stand the atmosphere on the city wall, and he couldn't stand the pleading eyes of those soldiers. In fact, what he was more afraid of was that if he suddenly softened his heart and said the words to let the second battalion come up, he would regret his death.

So he turned and walked down the stairs without hesitation.

A soldier wearing a gendarme suddenly knelt on his way, holding the rank of lieutenant colonel in his hand, lowered his head and said in a choked voice: "Chief Sun, you can come up with your troops!" Only you can hold this position. On behalf of the remaining five or six hundred brothers of the 3rd Regiment of the Gendarmerie, I beg you! With that, he kowtowed to the ground.

Sun Yumin was stunned for a moment, glanced at Zhou Zhenqiang, and then walked past the lieutenant colonel. He didn't even help the lieutenant colonel, let his head bang behind him.

Sun Yumin can't be soft-hearted. Are they human beings, aren't the brethren of the second battalion human beings?

You have no right to trade the lives of your brothers for the peace of others! No, absolutely nothing!

More soldiers of the gendarmerie regiment knelt on Sun Yumin's way. It is said that the man has gold under his knees, but for the sake of their own lives, they all chose to kneel, begging the man in front of him with a hideous scar on his face to be kind and replace himself with his people!

Sun Yumin's path forward was completely blocked, he closed his eyes, and the expression on his face was extremely painful.

Some of the soldiers of the first battalion also joined the kneeling ranks. A few days ago, the officers and men of the 2nd Battalion could not get into their eyes. At that time, the first battalion was always on top. It is always a picture of the elite of the Second Regiment, even if the Second Battalion fights so well on the Octagonal Bridge, it is just a topic of conversation at their dinner table: if we change our battalion, maybe we can completely annihilate the Japanese brigade! Well, maybe.

There were also people from the regiment and battalion who knelt down, bowing their heads under the angry gaze of the commander. Under the desire to survive, people can often make many unexpected decisions.

This meeting was something Zhou Zhenqiang didn't expect, and Sun Yumin didn't expect it. There was a great struggle in his heart, and reason finally triumphed over mercy.

Sun Yumin opened his eyes, took off the gauze around his neck, shook it hard, and shouted loudly: "If the people of the second battalion can defeat little Japan, then we will never let any of you go to this battlefield!" After saying that, he dragged his left hand, which had not yet healed, and jumped from the four or five meters high city wall, and then limped towards the position of the second battalion without turning his head back.

Zhou Zhenqiang was furious, smashed out a small pistol, and fired three or four shots into the sky. He scolded in his mouth: "Get up for me!" ”

Jiro Wakisaka slapped Masao Kawashima more than a dozen times in a row, not listening to his explanation at all.

He didn't think that the Chinese defenders still had a bee-like force on the second line of defense, and a force that could not fight back against the elite Kawashima brigade.

If such a force had existed, the senior officers of the Chinese army would have put them at the forefront long ago.

But he didn't worry about it, what if there really was such a unit.

Lieutenant General Yoshizumi Ryosuke waited for most of the day and did not see the 36th tribune, so he asked the chief of staff beside him, "Didn't Wakisaka-kun's troops enter the castle at noon?" ”

"Yes, Your Excellency the Division Commander!"

"Where's Kaibao?"

"Your Excellency, Division Commander, in fact, Wakisaka-kun has already come to report, but it is not good news, and his troops have been driven out by the soldiers of China again." The chief of staff of the major general replied.

"Nani? Attacking and letting it out? ”

"Yes, Your Excellency, Division Commander."

Yoshizumi Ryosuke was silent for a moment, and then said to the chief of staff: "Let the 6th Brigade of the 1st Heavy Artillery prepare and use mustard gas to attack in half an hour." ”

"Hi already! Your Excellency Division Commander. The chief of staff said to Yoshizumi Ryosuke: "The use of special ammunition will cause the Ninth Division to be infamous for a long time, have you really decided?" ”

Yoshizumi Ryosuke waved his hand and said, "Inform Wakisaka-kun, if he can't capture the Shina position this time, he should reflect on it." ”

"Hey!"

After Sun Yumin returned from the front line of defense, he had been sullen, lying on the straw in the bunker, closing his eyes and recuperating.

Everyone didn't know what was going on, no one asked him, no one dared to ask him.

Seeing his appearance, Li Tiedan felt that something was not quite right, so he whistled and ran to the front tower with his hands behind his back to wander around, and all he saw was angry eyes and indifferent attitudes.

Later an officer known to the 1st battalion told him about everything that was happening on the position.

He hurriedly returned to the second camp and told Zhou Hainan and others about this matter, especially when Sun Yumin was forced to jump from the city tower in the end, everyone was touched.

Just as the soldiers of the 2nd Battalion were talking about their camp and holding grievances about their camps, the Japanese heavy artillery began shelling again.

Sun Yumin also heard the bombardment of heavy artillery, but he felt a little strange, the sound of the explosion and the sound of the cannonball breaking through the air were completely inconsistent, as long as people who used a little snack would find that this dud bomb may not be a little excessive!

Sun Yumin's heart suddenly moved, he bounced up from the ground suddenly, ran outside to take a look, and sure enough, many unexploded shells that fell on the ground were emitting thick white smoke.

Sun Yumin shouted: "Gas bomb, everyone quickly wet the towel with water and protect your mouth and nose!" ”

In Sun Yumin's shouting, the officers and soldiers of the second battalion were busy in an orderly manner, and soon all of them covered their mouths and noses with wet towels. A few days ago, during the rest and recuperation training, Sun Yumin specially did such training.

The officers and men of the 2nd Battalion were fortunate because they had a battalion commander who knew everything. However, the other defenders on the tower of the city wall were not so lucky, and the entire position was shrouded in this thick white fog, and the sound of violent coughing accompanied by vomiting rose and fell on the position.

Some of the soldiers' eyes were so red and swollen that they rolled on the ground clutching their throats, and their noses and mouths were no longer breathless. Some fighters desperately clasped their hands around their throats, or stuffed long sticks or chopsticks into their mouths in order to smash their throats that were blocked by something; More often than not, the officers and soldiers of the Nationalist Army, who could not bear the pain, directly cut their throats with bayonets.

Zhou Zhenqiang was also coughing violently, although he had not seen poisonous gas, but he knew that this strong white smoke was definitely not a good thing, looking at the soldiers rolling around their throats or vomiting everywhere on the battlefield, Zhou Zhenqiang felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness and despair. A young soldier beside him slit his throat with a bayonet, and a pleasant smile appeared on his flushed face, and he collapsed contentedly in the splattered blood.

The small handkerchief could not stop the smoke from pouring into the nose with a smell of mustard, and it seemed to drill into the nose with a smell of garlic.

Zhou Zhenqiang knew that this place could not be held no matter what, and shouted loudly: "Withdraw!" Remove! Remove! ”

Hundreds of soldiers supported each other and retreated from the city wall after Zhou Zhenqiang.

Many of the retreating soldiers threw their guns on the positions.

When Sun Yumin saw the group of soldiers who had been severely injured by the poison gas who had retreated, it was most appropriate to describe them as miserable.

Zhou Zhenqiang coughed violently, and then leaned against the inner city wall and began to vomit, and his eyes became blood-red. He retched a few times and didn't vomit anything, looking at Sun Yumin, who covered his mouth and nose with a wet white towel, and wanted to say something to him, but he didn't say it and started vomiting again.

Sun Yumin knew that he had breathed a lot of poisonous gas, and he couldn't alleviate any symptoms with water, so he had to be sent to the hospital immediately, otherwise his life might not be saved. Sun Yumin knew what he was worried about, so he said to him: "Luzao, you can withdraw first!" With me and the second battalion here, the position can't be lost! ”

Zhou Zhenqiang nodded when he heard this, patted Sun Yumin's shoulder a few times, pointed at him again, and then pointed at himself.

Seeing Sun Yumin being supported away by two first-battalion native soldiers, his heart suddenly felt extremely relaxed.

Perhaps God also began to pity these poor Chinese soldiers, a strong wind held the thick white smoke on the position and drifted around, and the inner and outer cities of Guanghuamen, shrouded in white mist, showed its outline again.

Behind the smoke that had dispersed, groups of devil soldiers wearing gas masks rushed into the inner city with 38 big covers and crooked handles, and there were countless Japanese troops rushing inside on both sides of the gap and the city gate.

The heavy machine gun on Zhou Hong's side went off first, and the other two Czech guns in his fortifications also spewed out scorching fire.

The heavy fire of the second battalion on the city tower and the city gate hole began to fire. In particular, a machine gun controlled by Li Tiedan on the castle tower made a dizzying sound like beating a heavy drum.

The attacking Japanese troops were not afraid of their falling comrades in front of them, and with the support of grenadiers and mortars, they rushed forward desperately. They rushed past their fallen companions, stepped through a newly dug ditch not deep but wide enough, and even the splashes of water did not stop them from charging.

A fiery dragon suddenly ignited from the ditch and spread in all directions, and the ditch was not full of water but gasoline. Many of the devil soldiers who stepped through the ditch were immediately surrounded by flames.

The mortars of the second battalion finally rang out again a day later, and one after another vengeful shells exploded among the devil soldiers.

The soldiers who withdrew from the outer city wall were stunned, and the ferocious and invincible Japanese army in their eyes looked vulnerable under the attack of the second battalion.

The raging fire, the never-ending sound of machine guns, the carefully calculated mortar impact points, and the accurate rifle fire of the soldiers of the second battalion intertwined into a huge net, crushing the rushing Japanese troops into the scarred and dilapidated city.