Holding back the pain of the wound, a battalion commander shouted: "Leave a few grenades for me and retreat quickly!"

The old squad leader shouted: "First battalion commander, what are you talking about? No, I will carry you back even if I carry you!"

After saying that, the old squad leader lifted the battalion commander onto his shoulders and helped the battalion commander down the stairs.

At this time, the Japanese soldiers frantically pursued the retreating battalion.

Bang bang bang!

Rub rub rub!

Several soldiers who were covering the first battalion commander were knocked to the ground one after another.

A battalion commander was also hit by several stray bullets in the back.

Pulling out a wooden-handled grenade from the waist of the old squad leader, the battalion commander screamed: "Go away quickly, I won't survive!"

Silently helping the first battalion commander to the wall, the old squad leader shouted: "First battalion commander!"

Holding back the excruciating pain, the battalion commander shouted: "Let's go quickly! Don't worry about it!"

Gritting his teeth, the old squad leader retreated under the city wall despite the hail of Japanese bullets.

The old squad leader had not left for long when a dozen Japanese soldiers surrounded the battalion commander with shining bayonets.

The battalion commander did not show any trace of fear on his face. Instead, he took out a large cigarette and held it in his mouth.

A battalion commander was addicted to cigarettes. Since it was almost the last moment, he might as well smoke a few more puffs.

Among the crowd of Japs, a Japs second lieutenant clutching a Southern Type 14 pistol came out and looked coldly at the seriously injured battalion commander.

A battalion commander lit the large cigarette in his mouth and took a long puff.

The comfort of the cigarette seemed to make the battalion commander forget the pain of the wound.

With a sudden wave of his hand, the Japanese second lieutenant ordered several Japanese soldiers to end the life of a battalion commander.

After receiving the order, several little Japs came towards the first battalion commander with shining bayonets.

While enjoying the last cigarette in his life, a battalion commander silently lit the wooden handle grenade hidden behind his waist.

The wooden-handled grenade emitted streams of green smoke.

Looking at the fierce Japanese soldiers, a strange smile bloomed at the corner of the battalion commander's mouth.

The two Japanese soldiers discovered the wooden-handled grenade and immediately turned around and ran away.

But by this time it was too late, three wooden handle grenades suddenly exploded.

Boom!

Balls of dazzling red flames bloomed at the entrance to the city stairs.

A dozen little Japs were blown up by grenades.

Nine out of ten people died, and almost ten percent of the injured were seriously injured.

The Japanese second lieutenant's thigh was hit by shrapnel from a grenade, and he was bleeding profusely.

The Japanese Major who was nearby got up from the ground, feeling very complicated.

The Japanese Major admired him very much. The Chinese soldiers had a strong spirit in their bones, which revealed the iron and blood of the man.

But the Japanese Major was also very angry. A dozen imperial soldiers were not killed in the battle, but died at the hands of a wounded Chinese soldier. This is really intolerable!

Seeing several seriously injured soldiers being carried off, the Japanese Major ordered his soldiers: "All soldiers obey orders, mountains, rivers, grass and trees are all enemies. From now on, every attack must ensure that nearby targets are horizontal.

!Do you understand?"

All the Japanese soldiers echoed in unison: "Hai! Mountains, rivers, grass and trees are all enemies!"

Looking at the Chinese soldiers fleeing towards the block, the Japanese Major shouted again: "Commander, order the mortars to move their positions to the top of the city, prepare for shelling, and cover the troops to attack the city!"

As soon as he raised his head towards the major, the Japanese messenger replied: "Hai!"

After a while, eight 60-meter caliber mortars appeared on the city wall.

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The 182nd Regiment’s street fighting fortifications.

Holding a telescope, the regiment leader was observing the little Japs on the city wall fortifications.

Grabbing a handful of Dezao 20 rings, the second battalion commander on the side shouted: "Tuanzuo, give me an order. I will lead the second battalion to take back the city wall. I want to avenge the first battalion commander!"

Putting down the telescope in his hand, the regiment leader squinted his eyes and shouted: "What revenge? If you go up at this time, you will die!"

The second battalion commander shouted: "But the first battalion commander cannot die in vain!"

The regiment leader shouted: "The first battalion commander is a good man. I will kill a few more little Japs to honor him, but your second battalion cannot launch a counterattack hastily. Now is not the time!"

The second battalion commander shouted: "Tuanzuo!"

After giving the second battalion commander a sideways look, the regimental commander shouted: "Obey the order! Do you hear that?"

After much hesitation, the second battalion commander shouted: "Yes!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a row of mortar shells mixed with harsh whistles flew towards the street fighting fortifications of the 182nd Regiment.

Whoosh!

Rumble, rumble!

Balls of bright red fire burst out in front of the 182nd Regiment's street fighting position.

Obviously, this is a Japanese mortar preparing for artillery fire.

At that moment, the leader of the 182nd Regiment raised his voice and shouted: "Everyone is here, ready to fight!"

With an order, hundreds of soldiers from the 182nd Regiment pointed their guns at the front of the position.

One shell after another fell on the street fighting fortifications, and some soldiers died gloriously immediately.

However, amid the artillery fire, the soldiers still held onto their weapons tightly and stared brightly at the front of the street fighting fortifications.

The Japanese bombardment lasted for more than ten minutes, and the street fighting fortifications of the 182nd Regiment were filled with flames and smoke screens.

Amid the firelight and smoke, the pitiful screams of the seriously wounded could be heard from time to time.

Hearing the screams of the seriously wounded, the commander of the 182nd Regiment shouted: "Stretcher bearers, carry the injured brother down, quickly, quickly!"

Seventy-eight groups of stretcher-bearers rushed to rescue the wounded.

During the rescue process, a platoon leader with a broken thigh couldn't bear it anymore, so he grabbed the Dezao 20 gun from his waist and shot him in the temple.

Bang!

The violent sound of gunfire reached the ears of the commander of the 182nd Regiment. The commander of the 182nd Regiment was so angry that he cursed his mother: "Whoever shot him, I will kill him!"

With a gloomy face, the second battalion commander shouted: "Commander, this is a platoon commander under me who committed suicide!"

The anger on his face suddenly disappeared, and the 182nd leader's cheek twitched.

At this time, an old squad leader who was on guard shouted at the top of his voice: "Team! The devils, the devils are coming! There are even Iron Bastards!"

The leader of the 182nd Regiment quickly walked to a window and held up a telescope to observe.

Sure enough, the Japanese tanks formed a column and rushed towards the street fighting fortifications.

Behind the tank, hundreds of little Japanese soldiers were following closely with their waists bent.

Putting down the telescope in his hand, the commander of the 182nd regiment shouted loudly: "Second Battalion Commander, Third Battalion Commander!"

The two battalion commanders standing behind them responded in unison: "Yes!"

The commander of the 182nd Regiment groaned and shouted: "Second Battalion Commander, take a few machine gunners to the room, control the commanding heights, and prepare to attack the Japanese soldiers behind the Iron Bastards!"

With a sudden meal, the second battalion commander shouted in response: "Yes!"

The leader of the 182nd Regiment shouted again: "Third Battalion Commander! You lead the death squads to sneak into the houses on both sides of the street, and be ready to launch close range blasts at the Japs' Iron Bastards at any time!"

The Death Squadron is a special formation of the 182nd Regiment, which was formed long before the battle started.

Because the 182nd Regiment is a Category B infantry regiment and does not have anti-tank artillery, it can only use flesh and blood to deal with the Japanese tanks.

With the same raised head, the third battalion commander responded: "Yes! I promise to complete the mission!"

The leader of the 182nd Regiment shouted again: "Others, follow me and hold the barricade. Let's take action now!"
Chapter completed!