Chapter 36 Defending Nanjing III

"Grenade"

The grenade was thrown directly into the devil's pile, and it exploded, and the brothers also threw away their guns and threw grenades at the city.

This is the fourth time that the devils have attacked, and it is only two o'clock in the afternoon, and the Purple Mountain is also inextricably matched. This time, the devils attacked in an all-out way, and the artillery regiment of Purple Mountain was no longer able to provide artillery support to Zhongshan Gate, but fortunately the devils did not get the tanks again.

"Xiaowen, how is the situation? Do you want me to bring the guard platoon up? ”

Lao Shen touched the city wall and asked Zhang Ziwen if he needed support.

"Get down ......"

Lao Shen subconsciously prepared to stand up and look at the situation, the devil's machine gun hit the wall battlement, crackling, Zhang Ziwen didn't pull Lao Shen down, he would also have to become a hero.

"Wait until the devils repel this wave of attacks, and then bring the seventh company and the guard platoon up."

The current situation in Zhongshan is that the devils are mainly attacking the direction of the city gate, and our pressure is still passable, once we put all the people on the wall, it is estimated that the fall of our defensive wall section is not far away, mainly because the company and the spy company on our side have helped us share a lot of pressure. In order to maintain combat effectiveness, half of the 618 regiment went to the wall to defend, and half of the people rested under the wall.

"Vigorously, fire with all your might."

The number of casualties of the devil's attack this time is almost the same, and they will retreat if they push it.

Zhang Ziwen asked Lao Shen to go down, took a gun and began to look for the devil officer, even if he killed a Cao Chang, it was more useful than killing a small soldier, a soldier would be afraid when the commander died, even if there was only a little reaction, the refracted situation would be different.

Seeing someone wearing a knife Zhang Ziwen hurriedly locked the scope on him, the devil drew his knife and seemed to be ready to charge, Zhang Ziwen was just about to shoot, the devil fell directly, it seems that the brother on the right hit him, it should be Zhang Qing. Zhang Ziwen directly tilted the muzzle of the gun and pulled the trigger on the soldier who was about to pick him up, but unfortunately only hit the shoulder. Put down the gun and look to the right to see that it was not Zhang Qing, it was the old pole, I don't know when he came back, the big stone in Zhang Ziwen's heart was finally put down.

With Lao Pole, Zhang Qing and Zhang Ziwen to carry out fixed-point elimination of the devil's firepower points and officers, the devil quickly retreated, and these three guns were lethal to the devil in their hearts, shooting at the devil officer and the devil who bravely charged, and the devil naturally retreated.

"Xiaobao went down to inform Lao Shen and changed his guard."

Zhang Ziwen carried Gao Zhitong's body down the city wall, this time there were only about 20 people left in the Ninth Company except for Lao Wang, and there were only about 30 people left in the Sixth Company, Zhang Ziwen didn't know how long the Ninth Company and the guard platoon could carry.

"Old pole. Why did you go this morning? ”

Zhang Ziwen was very angry about what happened this morning, if the old pole was here, Jiulian would be able to kill a few fewer brothers.

"I'll tell you ......"

Saying that, the old pole came over and leaned in Zhang Ziwen's ear and said, Zhang Ziwen's frightened face turned white, he didn't expect the old pole to be so bold.

"You shit, don't die. Dare ~ Hmm"

The old pole covered Zhang Ziwen's mouth and motioned to Zhang Ziwen not to say it, but Zhang Ziwen nodded when he thought of the consequences.

After looking at it with more than 20 pairs of big eyes, the old pole took out a cigarette and handed it over, and everyone forgot about it when they saw the cigarette.

The Ninth Company and Zhang Ziwen's twenty-three people who could fight sat under the city wall together, listening to the artillery fire all over the city and smoking quietly. No, there is another one that doesn't count, the machine gunner was injured because the machine gun was too hot, and he directly changed the barrel with his hand, and as a result, he was burned. Zhang Ziwen really thinks it's very strange, whoever takes the other machine gun will die, there are only four people left in the third row holding the machine gun now, and the vigorous machine gun is not shot from the beginning to the end, and the vigorous machine gun is still the most lethal, and the point firing is very accurate, which is really strange.

"Bang~"

After dropping the bomb, the plane flew to the west and circled back, frightening the brothers of the Ninth Company to find cover, but flew directly over their heads, and then there was an explosion from the Purple Mountain, and it seemed that the Purple Mountain had suffered just now.

"Brother Wen, Cao Deyi and Huang Ling, who Zhang Qing came back just now, have been martyred."

Counting Xiaobao and twenty-four people, Zhang Ziwen has already counted this matter, and it is basically impossible for the seriously wounded sent to survive in this case, because there are too many wounded, and there are too many injured officers, and it is already the limit for a small hospital to treat hundreds of people a day, and the lightly wounded are all bandaged by the company health officer, as long as it does not affect the gun, what if the bullet remains in the flesh, the devil's bullet penetration is extremely strong, and few are left in the wound, so the injured brother is either slightly injured or died.

"Got it, make a note of it, and give them two heads between me and the old pole."

Although military merit is calculated according to the epaulette of the devil's rank, Ma Xiaobao did not forget to carry the devil's epaulette all the way, which was exchanged for the lives of the brothers, and the more military merit there is, the more the pension, as long as someone can live, he will still admit it, even if he is greedy.

"Brother Wen, the old pole is okay, your re-division will only have two heads."

Xiaobao flipped through the notebook, counted it and said to Zhang Ziwen.

"If only the devils killed today and the devils killed in Zhenjiang could be counted."

So far, Zhang Ziwen has killed eight devils with the gun in his hand, and more than ten have been killed in Jiangyin, but unfortunately there are less than ten who can be counted.

"Hey, as long as you can get out of Nanjing alive, you say that you killed fifty He Zhizhong will report it to you."

The old pole looked at the wall and said, Zhang Ziwen still believed in the old pole's words.

"What's the reason?"

Lying about military achievements can cost people's lives, but it must be reasonable for the old pole to dare to say so.

"The 103rd Division is now estimated to have more than 1,000 people alive, and I don't know how many people can survive the battle of Nanjing, and who will give you military merits. Only if you live, you will be a hero and a model, and you can remember as many military exploits as you want when the time comes. The old pole closed his eyes and continued to look at the sky with his head.

Also, if you can go back alive and survive from tens of thousands of people, you will become a hero even if you are not a hero.

"Brother Wen, look, Brother Shen's correspondent."

Zhang Ziwen looked at the correspondent who ran down from the city wall, and did not run over to inform Zhang Ziwen, but ran towards Chengxian Street.

"Hurry up, the copy guy is waiting for me, I'll go up and have a look."

Zhang Ziwen ran up with Xiaobao, Zhang Ziwen was worried that something had happened to the city wall.

The bullet hit the battlement and the wall battlement, crackling, Zhang Ziwen touched the battlement and looked out, the bullet hit the edge of the battlement and hurriedly sat down against the wall, seven tanks, if Zhang Ziwen is not wrong, this is the number. No wonder Lao Shen didn't call the Ninth Company to go to the city wall to support, the Ninth Company plus the Sixth Company had sixty people, and it was nothing against the seven tanks.

"Xiaobao, go down and tell the brothers, stay away from the city wall, prepare for support, and go quickly" drove Xiaobao down, Zhang Ziwen saw Lao Shen touching it.

"What are you going to do?"

Bang bang and then bang bang seven times in a row, and there are eight tanks with the devil, which is enough to attack the main gate, and come to hit this small wall section.

"I asked people to go to the division headquarters for help, I plan to ......"

Before he could finish speaking, he heard the deafening sound of cannons, and as soon as the cannonade stopped, the brothers shouted that the wall had collapsed.

The devil's seven cannons all hit the same point, directly collapsing the wall.

"I'll go down and bring someone to cushion him, and you resist first."

Without waiting for Lao Shen to speak, Zhang Ziwen knew what Lao Shen was going to do, without the city wall, whether the four battalions could fight a tank and a squad was uncertain.