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On the evening of February 29, 1932, Jin Zhao led his troops to quietly return to the periphery of Tiantongan Station under the cover of night. At this time, the area around the station was quiet, and only the laughter of the army could be heard from time to time in the station.

Jin Zhao held the binoculars and observed for a while, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. The little devils in the station are not heavily guarded, and it seems that the victory during the day, the little devils think that the victory is in hand, and it is inevitable that they will be a little careless.

Jin Zhao raised his right hand and waved it forward, and several black shadows broke away from the team and quietly touched in the direction of the station. At this time, Wu Fu, Wu Quan, Wang An, Wang Ning and Song Dehong had already found a suitable position and aimed at the sentry and machine gunner of the little devils in the station, once the whereabouts of our army were exposed, they would not hesitate to kill these targets that posed a major threat to our army, so as to ensure the smooth attack of our army.

Song Dehong was originally a soldier of the Sixth Regiment, and his marksmanship was very accurate, and he killed more than a dozen enemies in a row on Qiujiang Road. After the enemy retreated, he rushed to seize his gun, but was attacked by a wounded soldier. He endured the pain, killed the enemy, and brought back several rifles, which became popular among the army. After Jin Zhao found out, he used two captured crooked machine guns to change Song Dehong to his command and incorporated him into the sniper team.

Jin Zhao watched the dark shadows in the darkness quietly approaching the sentry of the Yue Army, and couldn't help but clench his fists quietly. Although it was very dark and he couldn't see the faces of those people clearly, Jin Zhao could still easily distinguish one of the burly figures, this person was Ding Li. Ding Li held a dagger in his hand, tiptoed to the back of a little devil, and then covered the little devil's mouth and pulled him into the darkness, and solved the little devil with a single sword. Blood splashed Ding Li's face, but Ding Li felt unprecedentedly happy.

Soon several of the little devil's peripheral sentry posts were touched, and Jin Zhao waved his hand and quietly approached the station with his subordinates. Soon Jin Zhao and the others quietly touched the vicinity of the station, and Jin Zhao slowly raised his hand and made a gesture to prepare for an attack.

"Bang" several crisp gunshots rang out almost at the same time, shattering the silence of the night. The five little devils were killed by the sniper team in an instant. At the same time, several soldiers stood up suddenly, and quickly threw the grenade in their hands into the fortifications built by the little devils with sandbags, and with a few loud "booms", several little devils were directly blown out.

Jin Zhao raised the box cannon in his hand and shouted, "Brothers, rush with me and kill devils!" "Roar!" The soldiers, who had already held back their strength, roared, jumped up one after another, and rushed towards the little devils in the station, gunshots, explosions, and shouts of killing suddenly resounded, and the fierce battle was staged at Tiantongan Station in an instant. In the darkness in all directions, the heroic figures of the 19th Route Army continued to emerge, roaring and killing the little devils in the station.

In the face of the surprise attack of the 19th Route Army, the little devil was blinded, and there was no time to organize an effective blockade, the soldiers of the 19th Route Army rushed into the station frantically, and as far as the eye could see, there were heroic figures of the 19th Route Army in all directions.

Jin Zhao held a box cannon while charging and shooting at the little devil, but Jin Zhao's marksmanship really didn't dare to be flattering, five out of ten bullets missed, and the other five bullets finally knocked down three little devils, but as for how many were killed, only the ghost knows. Such a miserable record made Jin Zhao speechless for a while, saying that the pig's foot didn't have immortal divine light, invincible divine light, and so on, how could it be his turn to be so unlucky, the first time he went to the battlefield, he hung the color, although it was just a little bit of skin, but after all, it was blood. Jin Zhao couldn't help but complain, he really didn't want to be embarrassed, so he put away the box cannon, pulled out the big knife behind his back, and pounced on a little devil not far in front. Jin Zhao ran in a few steps, then jumped up suddenly, and stabbed the little devil's head. The little devil saw Jin Zhao rushing over, and his momentum was first weakened, and he couldn't help but take two steps back, but he still instinctively raised the rifle in his hand in the hope of blocking Jin Zhao's fatal blow, but the hope was good, but the result was miserable. Listening to a click, the little devil's rifle and his head were split in half, and his brain was mixed with blood and splashed Jin Zhao's body, although he thought of it very disgusting, but at this time Jin Zhao had already killed his red eyes, where could he manage so much, and turned his head and pounced on another little devil.

As soon as the gunshot rang out, Ding Li rushed into the crowd of little devils with a powerful axe, slamming left and right, like a tiger entering a wolf pack, killing five or six little devils under the axe in an instant. The more than 100 members of the Axe Gang who came with Ding Li also rushed into Tiantongan Station with axes and big knives one by one, and killed the little devils.

"Kill!" Jin Zhao shouted, and cut off the head of a little devil in front of him directly with a knife, and the head of the bucket flew directly out several meters away, and a cavity of hot blood spurted out more than half a meter high, splashing Jin Zhao's head all over his face. At this time, Jin Zhao's eyes were red and covered in blood, like a demon who had escaped from hell, and he pounced fiercely at the little devil. The two little devils who were rushing over with bayonets, seeing Jin Zhao's appearance, finally couldn't help but be timid, and involuntarily turned around and ran. How could Jin Zhao let them go, and rushed forward with a ghost-headed broadsword.

The fierce battle lasted only twenty minutes, and in the face of the surging Chinese warriors from all directions, the little devil was finally defeated. Jin Zhao led his troops to successfully regain Tiantongan Station, and at the same time, Shanghai North Railway Station was also successfully recovered by our army under the sudden attack of the 19th Route Army.

Jin Zhao stuck the blood-stained ghost head knife on the ground, and said to the several company commanders who surrounded him, "Immediately notify the regiment, just say that our first battalion has successfully recovered the Tiantongan station, and the little devils have been defeated on all fronts. ”

"Yes!" Zheng Fugui saluted Jin Zhao with a military salute, and then turned around and left.

Jin Zhao immediately looked at Li Long and Zhang Jinshan and said, "The first company and the machine gun company stayed behind to guard the Tiantongan station, and the second company and the third company also had a special platoon to follow me to pursue Yue Kou. ”

"Yes!" The crowd roared into orders.

"Brother Jin, what about us?" Ding Li raised his sleeve and wiped the blood on his face and asked.

Jin Zhao glanced at Ding Li, who was covered in blood, and laughed, "Good brother! Our brothers will fight side by side today to drive the little devil out of Shanghai in one go! Brethren! Kill the devil! Kill! ”

"Kill! Kill the devil! The warriors brandished all kinds of weapons in their hands, shouted and chased in the direction of the little devil's rout.