The Japanese coroner confirmed Xu Shizhen's body as Tang Shengzhi.

"See clearly?"

"See clearly, he is definitely Tang Shengzhi!"

"Good !!" Yuichi Onita raised his arms and shouted, "Long live the Emperor!" Long live the Emperor! ”

"Long live the Emperor! ……”

Yuichi Onita cut off Xu Shizhen's head, wrapped it in cloth, and quietly left the temporary command post of Guanghua Gate.

It was another terrible night, and the moon hung in the sky, pouring cold brilliance. The national army was guarding the covered bunker, shivering with cold. I don't know how many times the Japanese army bombed the entire Guanghuamen position. The loess was burned to ashes by the scorching incendiary bombs. The corpses of the national army were piled up like a city wall, and there was no one to collect them. The bodies of the Japanese soldiers were dragged away. Corpses could be seen almost everywhere on the entire position, some of which had been burned beyond recognition by incendiary bombs, like charcoals. Despite this, the living national army held its ground. Everyone knows that as soon as the Guanghua Gate is lost, the devils will pour into Nanjing City like a tide. There are hundreds of thousands of ordinary people in Nanjing, and as soon as this group of wolves enters, they don't know what to do. Tang Shengzhi repeatedly stressed that it is not allowed to take a step back, otherwise military law will be involved. In fact, even if Tang Shengzhi doesn't say so, everyone will not retreat. This bloody war has made them not know what it means to be afraid, dying on the battlefield is the highest honor of soldiers, they have seen most of the death, a bullet goes in, their eyes are closed, their feet are stretched, and they don't know anything.

The overwhelming artillery fire once again ransacked Guanghua Gate. The earth-shattering cannon exploded, and an unrecognizable corpse flew into the air, and the soul of the dead was wailing. The last struggle against the world was issued. They are fighting for the nation, the backbone of the nation. The devil's cannon is like a devil, showing its cannibalistic white teeth, picking up places where there are people and bombing, whether you are a soldier or a common man, as long as you are Chinese, you will mercilessly ask for your life.

On Chinese soil, the ancient capital of Nanjing, in Guanghuamen, almost every inch of land was invaded by shells and bombarded endlessly.

The Chinese defenders still stood in their positions, smiling and drinking the blood of the evil criminals, preventing the invaders from stepping into Guanghua Gate.

"Boom, boom, boom......" The mountain shook, and the cannonballs tore through the darkness and illuminated the Guanghua Gate red.

At this moment, the Guanghua Gate was constantly tumbling with bursts of smoke and flames, and the sky above the Guanghua Gate was dyed a fiery red. The sky above the Gate was dyed a fiery red. It's like the fireworks of the Spring Festival, fiery and red. However, the fireworks here are a sad prelude, and countless lives will be lost under this fireworks. The fireworks slowly lowered in the night, looking bright red, as red as human blood. After a while, the rumbling sound sounded again, and the light of the exploding fire pierced the darkness of the night like lightning in summer. The sound of thunder-like explosions echoed mutterly across the Guanghua Gate beneath the night sky, with only occasional subsidence.

The devils were still not worried that there was no sign of life in Guanghuamen under the heavy artillery bombardment, and dozens of planes flew over Guanghuamen again, and countless aerial bombs and incendiary bombs illuminated Guanghuamen as if it were day.

Tang Shengzhi paced back and forth uneasily at the underground command post, his face was ugly. He knew that his stand-in had no hope of surviving in this round of bombardment. He sighed sadly. In the night, he watched the devil's artillery fire hit the national army like a frightened bird, scattering and fleeing, and one after another the corpses of the national army flew into the sky in the dark night, and then fell heavily.

Lin Feng, can they hold the Guanghua Gate! Will you be able to withstand the attack of the shadow troops brought in by Ito? This bit of belongings is Chairman Chiang's heart, if it is lost in his hands, who will protect the prime minister's tomb? Who will take care of Nanjing after the disaster? Nanjing is Chinese, how can it be allowed to be invaded by the evil bandits for a long time?

Tang Shengzhi looked at the "lightning" that cut through the dark night in the night, and was silent. Here, after the Japanese artillery fire, the splattered flesh and dripping corpses were in front of you. Now the city of Nanjing has become an isolated city, and the future of the entire Nanjing garrison is worrying.

Rows and rows of shells fell from the sky with a scream, and everything that the Japanese heavy artillery brought to the city was simply devastating, and a shell fell, broken bricks and debris flew everywhere, and the collapsed houses were buried in the rubble together with the Chinese soldiers hiding in the bunkers, as well as the civilians who had taken refuge. The terrified civilians looked at the soldiers who were silently tidying up with cramped and frightened eyes. And for the soldiers, fear is no longer important, and all the soldiers are waiting for the orders of the officers, ready to start a bloody fight with the attacking devils.

The front of the Guanghua Gate of Nanjing City has completely become a battlefield of fierce killing, and the soldiers on both sides are fighting hard. One side is defending the city gate, while the other side is attacking like a tide, shouting and killing to the sky. It's just that this kind of offensive and defensive exchange is not the situation under the city of Nanjing, because in the face of the Japanese army's crazy attack, the Chinese army is almost all passive defense, and no one can change the situation. Wave after wave of furious Japanese bombing planes flew in from the distant horizon, taking turns bombarding the Guanghua Gate, which was full of smoke and flames, and tons of bombs were pouring down. In the flames of the explosion and the billowing clouds of red and black smoke, fragments flew and the smoke clouds were dense.

The corpses of Chinese soldiers buried under the rubble can be seen among the ruins not far from Guanghua Gate, and there is no one to collect them. There are also the remains of refugees who have fled the fighting. Those ordinary people who lived around Guanghuamen also suffered in the air raid of the devils tonight. Civilians, who were powerless in the face of the war, were killed like mustard in the bombing. In the midst of the indiscriminate bombardment, the Japanese troops seemed to be about to establish a no-man's land at Guanghuamen. On more than one occasion, there has been a frenzied bombardment and shelling of houses, burying civilians in the rubble of smoke and dust.

Looking at the extremely tragic battle situation in Guanghuamen, Tang Shengzhi was silent. I don't know how much time passed, after the shells, the soldiers of the 87th Division guarding the position, I don't know if there are still any alive. Suddenly, he saw that Lin Feng and the Falcon Special Combat Team seemed to fall from the sky and appeared on the position of Guanghua Gate.

Tang Shengzhi was very worried that tonight, the officers and men of the 87th Division had already suffered heavy losses and were no longer able to organize an effective defense. If Ito's shadow troops were to enter the war, the defenders of the 87th Division would not be their opponents.

The cannon stopped, and the night covered the land again, and for a while, a series of ghostly shapes flew around the Guanghua Gate