On the plain between Zhenjiang Danyang and Nanjing, the battle between the squadron and the wolf-like Japanese army continued.

Jurong was lost, and although the guerrillas who entered the position resisted desperately, everyone had unparalleled determination and courage, but in front of the Japanese army, they were still defeated.

Due to artillery fire and the quality of the personnel, the results of the guerrillas were extremely unsatisfactory, and often ten fighters could not defeat a single Japanese soldier.

Because their equipment was so poor, the guns were seriously aged, and there were a lot of old guns whose rifling was smoothed, they could often only put the Japanese troops dozens of meters away from the position, and then after firing four or five rounds of volleys, they launched a lifeless charge and tried to engage in a white-knuckle battle with the Japanese army.

With the help of Miyamoto Tsuyoshi, the nine commanders of the Asaka Palace were determined, and the distance was opened in an orderly manner, and these deadly guerrillas were shot one by one, not giving them a chance to get close at all, and when they withdrew from the position, there were only three or four hundred people left in the end, and everyone ran out of ammunition and food, and it was pointless to fight again.

"These people are getting more and more tenacious"

Even the Japanese soldiers began to admire these beggar-like Chinese troops, and the iron will of the other party was worthy of the heartfelt respect of any soldier.

"Catch up and kill them all!"

Miyamoto just lay on the stretcher and coldly gave an order, and there was only hatred left in his heart.

Several subordinates looked at Chaoxiang Gong Jiu slightly, they could hardly bear to attack the hundreds of strongest enemies, because the other party was no longer any threat.

"Kill!"

Chao Xianggong Jiu roared, his face was full of cruel sneers, saying that if he wanted to make this land bleed, then he had to do what he said

"Kill"

The Japanese cavalry that had converged drove their horses, howled and brandished their sabers, and pressed down on the hundreds of guerrillas who had run out of ammunition and food and exhausted their strength, and the blades slashed out like a tide, bringing out a large amount of blood and flying limbs on the plain, and the guerrillas were chopped to the ground like bundles of straw.

"Let's go, attack Nanjing!"

With an order, the Chaoxiang Department crossed the Jurong position and rushed straight to Nanjing, in a short distance of dozens of miles, there was no large army stationed, and between the Japanese army and Nanjing, it was almost a flat river!

In the afternoon, the position in the area of Tangshan.

Luo Cequn had already withdrawn from his position with the exhausted remnants of the army, and the guerrillas' positions were attacked by Nakajima Imano's army, and the guerrillas were condescending and engaged in an unusually brutal battle with the brutal Japanese troops of the 16th Division.

The weapons and equipment of these guerrillas were still rudimentary, but fortunately, Luo Cequn's Cantonese troops were tenacious enough to win them enough opportunities to arrange their defensive lines.

At the beginning of the battle, the Japanese army with the cooperation of artillery and planes, bombed the position on this side indiscriminately, and then relied on the advantage of the number of soldiers and generals to launch a group charge, who knew that these guerrillas did not play cards according to the rules and regulations at all, almost until the Japanese army rushed to the front of the formation before they began to counterattack, countless stones fell like a torrential rain, only the charging Japanese soldiers smashed the ghost crying wolf, many Japanese soldiers were smashed into meat cakes on the spot.

These guerrillas also had to do it as a last resort, and if they had guns and cannons, they would not want to put the little devils so close, but not only were their weapons broken, but they didn't even have many bullets, and each person only had a few bullets, and when they ran out, they were gone.

But it was with such a deadly style of play that they nailed to the position like nails, repelled the Japanese army's attacks again and again, and stubbornly blocked the 16th Division in Tangshan for five hours.

Nakajima Konno Wubu has committed a lot of blood debts in Jiangsu, and now they have finally paid the price.

Boom, boom

The bombardment of the heavy artillery made the entire guerrilla position almost overturned, the whole earth trembled violently in the sound of artillery, the bombed soil flew into the air fiercely, and then splashed like water, and the small hill was cut off a thick layer like a knife under the bombardment of the heavy artillery.

"Sortie"

After nearly an hour of intensive bombardment, as soon as the artillery stopped, Nakajima Konno Wu fiercely pulled out his long knife and pointed forward, roaring with a hideous face.

was blocked by a group of beggar-like guys for a long time and couldn't move forward, and even killed and injured five or six hundred subordinates, which only made him tremble with anger, and regarded it as a great shame.

On the position, in the smoke of gunpowder.

"Anyone? Is anyone still alive? ”

Li Laoshi crawled out from under the thick floating soil, with a long wound on his body, dried on his clothes, stuck to his shriveled body, and roared hoarsely.

He saw the corpses of Zhang Bao, and saw many corpses that he knew but did not remember, and this scene reminded him of the villagers who were buried alive, men, women and children.

Dense footsteps rang out in all directions, and groups of devils rushed towards him through the smoke with bayonets.

"The devils are coming, get up!"

Li Laoshi yelled, groped for the guns and fired, but after changing a few guns one after another, the guns were empty, the bullets that could be fired had long been exhausted, and the bayonets were all bent and could not be used at all.

Then he saw the kitchen knife, which had been sharpened countless times, had fallen in the previous battle, and he had searched for nine but had not found it, but now it was at his feet, and it seemed to have been there all along.

Hundreds of Japanese soldiers giggled around with bayonets, looking at this old man covered in wounds and dead trees, laughing like looking at a homeless wolfdog.

"Brothers, the little devils are coming up again, let's kill them together, kill them back"

Li Laoshi picked up the kitchen knife, held it high and waved it fiercely, as if he had launched a charge with countless brothers.

A muffled sound sounded, and groups of Japanese soldiers laughed wildly, Li Laoshi fell to the ground, almost no blood flowed out of the knife on his body, and he still stared at his eyes angrily, holding the kitchen knife as if he was going to slash at someone.

On Yuhuatai, the devils also launched a charge one after another, just as those high-ranking officials feared, Lu Yuan's assassination completely angered the Japanese army, from dawn to the present, the Japanese army has been charging non-stop, almost not giving the defenders on Yuhuatai the slightest respite.

Lu Yuan didn't think of this situation, he thought of it, but he still assassinated Gu Shoufu, but unfortunately it didn't succeed.

Because he knows that the current Japanese army, whether you provoke them or not, they will attack and kill without hesitation, just like a mad dog, even if you don't provoke it, the mad dog will bite people, because they are mad dogs, so they don't need any reason to bite.

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