Nanjing City, the capital of the Chinese government, is still blocking the attack of the devils is really the elite of the Chinese army, the 87th and 88th divisions of the German weapon model division are one of them, they still stick to the Purple Mountain, Zhonghua Gate, Guanghua Gate and other places to fight desperately with the devils.

Under Feng Yi's gesture, the big man Min picked up a brick on the side of the road.

"When"

The lock on the iron door was smashed open, and it was so simple and rude for a soldier.

"Squeak"

Together, the heavy iron door was pushed open, revealing a slit, just enough for one person to pass through.

The plan of the Military Commission of the Nationalist Government was to hold Nanking for two months, and to stock up on sufficient weapons and ammunition in the natural ammunition depot.

"Fuck, so much"

The ammunition depot is a variety of rooms, in which there are scattered wooden boxes, Czech light machine guns are placed on shelves against the wall, and the strong smell of gun oil makes the remnants who are used to this smell feel a little rushed, and the ventilation conditions of this place are not good.

There is no artillery, not even the most common mortars, let alone war defense artillery and mountain artillery, the Nationalist Government lost a lot of weapons and ammunition in the Songhu battlefield, and some time ago the Nanjing defense was rectified and the heavy weapons in the warehouse were emptied.

"Click"

There were many wooden boxes in the warehouse, and each of the four brothers took a stick and began to pry open the boxes.

"Made in Hanyang"

The big man Min picked up a rifle, and the rifle that exuded gun oil looked like it was made in Hanyang, which he was very familiar with.

"Find what is convenient for you, don't mess around."

Feng Ye didn't rush to open the box, he was checking the signs on the box one by one, he still wanted to find a 1924 sniper rifle imported from Germany, but he didn't know if there was such a thing here.

"I used this"

The big man Min took a Czech style from the gun rack and stroked it lovingly.

"We have very few men, you don't have an ammo man"

Feng Yi reminded.

"It's okay, I'll bring a few more magazines" Min shook his head, his face full of indifference.

"It's all rifles, there are no fast and slow machines, not even pistols, the rest are bullets and grenades, what kind of arsenal is this, why are you so poor?"

Chen Hua howled, he missed the fast and slow machine very much now, what he never expected was that there was no such thing in the arms warehouse.

"That's right, that thing won't be in stock, even if it's made in Jin, it's a rush to pick up a rifle."

Feng Ye turned around, but he didn't find the rifle he was looking for at all, shook his head and gave up.

The ammunition warehouse here is not the main warehouse of the Ministry of Military Affairs, everything has been moved almost, imported guns have always been a key control thing, even if few people are used to using sniper rifles, it doesn't matter, that thing is dismantled as an ordinary rifle with a scope.

"Hi I've found the official"

A brother shouted loudly, attracting everyone's attention, this thing has become a rare commodity in the warehouse, which can be seen the lack of weapons and ammunition in China.

"Click"

Feng Ye picked up a rifle and pulled the bolt, and the unopened rifle was full of oil.

"Well, that's good"

Feng Yi carried the rifle on his back, as for the bullets and bridge clips, it was simple, this thing was not uncommon in the arsenal.

"Don't bring more, a hundred and twenty rounds at most; Min big man, you too. Grenades with eight each, gone"

Feng Ye was not greedy, he felt that these burdens did not affect the maximum weight of the march.

"Stop grinding, let's go"

Looking at the posture of the brothers turning back step by step, Feng Yi urged, he understood very well that these brothers were reluctant to move these things, but they had no way to move away now.

At 17 o'clock on December 12, the garrison headquarters convened a meeting of generals above the division level to arrange the retreat. At this time, Guanghua Gate, Shuixi Gate, and Zhongshan Gate fell one after another, and the devils attacked the city, and the defenders were resisting relying on the facilities in the city.

After the meeting, the senior generals fled on their own, leaving their troops behind, and the various units that fought bloodily on the front line had to break through on their own, so that on the 12th, the defenders outside the city found that Ye Zhao's 66th Army was still in the dark when it left the Chinese gate. The most hateful thing was that some of the senior officers quietly fled across the river alone after the meeting, without informing the soldiers of the unit at all.

And Song Xilian's approach was even more hateful, in the face of the surging crowd, he directly ordered to shoot, shot a large number of citizens and people, and then ordered the closure of Rujiang Gate and controlled all ferries.

At eight o'clock in the evening, when the 36th Division crossed the river, the soldiers and citizens on the beach of Xiaguan looked at the ferry, but they saw a raging fire, and the cargo ordered the ship to be burned, and did not care about the lives of other troops.

"Still a fart, we're abandoned"

With the shouts of a soldier, the restlessness of the crowd became more and more obvious, and gradually the entire defenders of Nanjing knew that they had been abandoned, and the point was that they could not even see the officers above the regimental commander now.

The remaining 100,000 defenders suddenly collapsed, they lost the last of their morale, their fighting courage was completely covered by anger, and most of the troops ran down, and finally the flow of people rushed open the Rujiang Gate.

"What about the ship"

In the face of the rolling river, the crowd wanted to cry without tears, not to mention the boats on the river, not even a plank.

"Puff, puff"

People who think they have good water quality jump off the boiling river and try to swim across the Yangtze River, but it is late autumn, and the icy river water soon makes them regret it.

"Da Da Da"

"Knock Knock"

"Boom, boom, boom"

On the Purple Mountain, the Teaching Corps is still fighting, although their current supreme commander is only a regimental commander.

"Boom, boom"

The devil's mountain artillery, grenadiers, and mortars kept shelling to cover the attack of the devil's infantry.

And Guanghua Gate, the devils are swarming into the city, and the machine gunners of the devils are lying on the dilapidated city wall, and the devils on the ground are attacking, and they are blowing up a section of the city wall from next to the Guanghua Gate to enter the city, because the Guanghua Gate has been blocked.

When night fell, the devils broke through the walls of Nanjing, field warfare is the strength of the Chinese army, and the devils don't know how many Chinese soldiers in the city are waiting to fight with them, so the devils are not in a hurry, their purpose is to occupy all the city gates, and then consolidate their positions, waiting for dawn to enter the city to destroy the remnants of the enemy.

"Brother Feng, I saw it, there is indeed no boat, there is no need to think about crossing the river"

Chen Hua appeared in the darkness while running, and squatted down where Feng Yi was waiting, reporting the situation by the river.

"Then we have to sneak out, the devil can't be the same as the iron bucket around the whole Nanjing, but we have a little few people, and there is not much chance of standing out, we have to find helpers, and find those brothers who still have fighting spirit to join us."

Feng Yi said.

"Where to look, at this time, those who dare to fight are on the city gate and the Purple Mountain, and those who want to run are by the river, or on the way to the river."

Chen Hua frowned and asked.

"Look for it, but there is really none, so you can only lean towards the place where the gunfire is most intense, which is better than sitting and waiting to be killed."

Feng Yi shook his head, he didn't know the Geneva Conventions, but he didn't believe that the devils would abide by them, because the devils had already violated the Geneva Conventions in Shanghai, and they didn't even let go of civilians and wounded soldiers, let alone veterans who had survived a hundred battles.