Men on both sides continued to fall amid screams, and the Japanese had the upper hand in all respects, relying on their numbers and preparations.

"General, be careful"

Some of the daredevils suddenly screamed miserably, and many of the daredevils turned around and saw Zhu Chi being swallowed up by the flames of a grenade explosion, and then flew out.

"Protect Chief Zhu"

"Little devil, I'm fighting with you"

"What a bitch!"

Seeing Zhu Chi being blown down, the daredevils were almost crazy, desperately throwing grenades forward, shooting, and someone rushed to Zhu Chi to see his situation, wanting to let him go first.

Being able to be born and die with a major-level commander, they feel that even if they die, their lives are worth it!

When you are a soldier, it is even more difficult to meet a good commander than to be reincarnated with a golden key.

"Leave me alone, don't mess up, retreat in an orderly manner, the little devil has an ambush"

Zhu Chi roared in a low voice, several soldiers who helped him up were covered with blood, looking at him with sad eyes, and said in a trembling voice: "Sir, you"

They clearly saw that Zhu Chi's abdomen was blown out of a big hole, and even the bloody intestines flowed out.

"I'm fine, leave me alone, pass my orders, or the brothers will all die here!"

Zhu Chi roared wildly, struggling with a few slaps to drive away the few team members who refused to leave by his side, gritted his teeth and stuffed the outcoming internal organs back into his stomach, tied them tightly with a belt, stood up with a gun again, and yelled while shooting at the Japanese soldiers: "Keep in formation, don't mess up, retreat in an orderly manner, don't bite the tail of the little devil"

Many of the daredevils were crying, and some of the wounded daredevils tied up the grenades in a string and pulled them apart, crawling in the direction where the devils were pursuing, blocking the footsteps of the Japanese army's pursuit.

Many people do this, but there are too many Japanese soldiers, and in just a few hundred meters, the Japanese army has turned into a web of death, constantly harvesting their lives, and almost every step, there are soldiers falling.

By the time they evacuated the open field, there were less than 100 of the hundreds of brave death squad members left, and the rest were all wounded.

"Chief Zhu, are you okay?"

Several team members covered in blood came over to help Zhu Chi, and they could see that wherever Zhu Chi walked, there were long traces of blood on the ground, and viscous blood flowed down the trouser tube

"Help me pass the letter to my wife"

After saying this, this iron-clad man, like a stake cut by a sharp axe, fell down with a bang, and never opened his eyes again.

On the position of Yuhuatai, every soldier was whining and crying, Zhu Chi's body was placed in the center of the position, and the soldiers saluted solemnly and bid farewell to his commander.

"Brother Zhu, you go first, junior brother and brothers, and then come!"

Gao Zhisong said, and then handed over the body to a stretcher team composed of a group of people who were not afraid of death to transport it back to the city, and then he raised his head and shouted at the few remaining soldiers: "Brothers, Brigade Commander Zhu is gone, he fought his last drop of blood on the battlefield, now, it's our turn, as long as there is one person on this position, we can't let any little devil go over!" ”

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The soldiers roared loudly, at this moment, they were not afraid of death, Zhu Chi's death gave them the strongest faith and strong will, soldiers can die, but never live!

In the headquarters, Tang Shengzhi smashed the phone fiercely.

After another failed attempt to win reinforcements and air support was denied, Chairman Chiang once again ordered him to retreat, and high-ranking officials at all levels of the military department also called him one after another to persuade him to evacuate.

"This is our capital, this is the face of our nation"

Tang Shengzhi roared like a trapped beast: "The little devil is slapping us in the face, doesn't anyone want to hit us back, even if it's spitting on their faces, why?"

He couldn't figure out why.

He was born as a warlord, and he was also a soldier all his life, and it was not until this moment that he realized his powerlessness and weakness, and it was not until this moment that he realized that he had fought for so many years was a confused war, and he was out of touch with this era, and the war was no longer the era before, as long as he relied on more people, he could win.

"Commander"

A guard came in and saw the broken phone, but he had to report hard: "General Zhu Chi is dead, General Gao asked me to tell the commander that he and all the generals will defend Yuhuatai, people are there, and the position is there!" ”

"Good job, they're good job"

Tang Shengzhi looked at Zhu Chi's corpse and burst into tears, he deeply admired such a strong man, but now in Nanjing, there are too few such bloody soldiers

At dawn, Gao Zhisong was killed in a white-knuckle battle with the Japanese troops who rushed into the position, and all the officers and soldiers fought to the end, and none of them withdrew from the battlefield.

The last few hundred grenades were pulled when the last soldier was killed, and the Japanese soldiers who rushed into the Yuhuatai position cried wolf howl, and their flesh and blood flew everywhere

In the morning, Yuhuatai fell.

At the same time, the battle on the Purple Mountain was also carried out to an extremely tragic level.

At this moment, the position garrisoned by the Central Army Teaching Corps was full of holes, and the Japanese army used 67 shells per second, aerial bombs, and solidification bombardment, and the high ground was cut down by Japanese artillery fire by one meter, creating the famous "Matsui Ishine ammunition volume".

At this moment, there was a sea of fire on the mountain, and the defenders wailed in the flames and screamed, but refused to withdraw from their positions, they rushed out of the position with sparks all over their bodies, and launched a counterattack against the attacking Japanese troops, who could even smell the burnt smell of their flesh.

The bunkers built by the Japanese roared, constantly sweeping down hordes of soldiers on the way to counterattack.

A man named Liao Jun ran out of bullets, looked at the countless fallen comrades-in-arms around him and countless comrades-in-arms who were pressed by the machine gun and couldn't raise their heads, howled and pounced on the pillbox, pinching the hot barrel with both hands, and the whistling bullets churned in his body, bursting out a large area of blood mist.

He used his flesh and blood to block the machine-gun firing range of the Japanese pillbox, and the red-eyed soldiers howled and pounced on the pillbox, completely annihilating the Japanese soldiers in the pillbox, looking at the corpses that were almost sieve, and burst into tears.

It was snowing heavily, and the mournful soldiers knew that the sky was moved by them and wept, and they couldn't bear to watch them suffer anymore.

At noon on December 12, the Japanese army, under the cover of tanks, finally attacked the Purple Mountain position.

The gendarmerie on this position, at this time, only the twelve remnants led by Captain Li Ya remained, looking at the rumbling tank trucks, looking at the hundreds of croaking monsters following behind the tank body, and the triumphant hundreds of Japanese soldiers, everyone's eyes were bloody red with grief and indignation.

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