The dense artillery shells with the roar of tearing the air were bombarding the garrison positions all over the city of Nanjing. The swarms of Japanese planes also dropped aerial bombs without showing any signs of weakness, which made people itch with hatred.
There is nothing you can do.
Countless streets and alleys were burning, billowing smoke obscured the sky, and the shock wave of the explosion destroyed everything. The residents had already hid in the city, and the defenders hiding in the bunkers were blown to pieces from time to time, and blood rained from the sky.
The Japanese have gone crazy, and all positions of the defenders are under tremendous pressure. There are scorched earth and ruins everywhere, and the two warring parties have turned into a pot of porridge.
"Regiment seat! Regiment seat!" The gray-faced soldier got into the crumbling regiment command post and found the regiment leader who also had a dark face.
"What's going on? Are the Japs here again?" The regiment leader raised his shell gun and was about to rush out.
"No! Some Japanese have already gone around to Zangjia Alley! When they get behind us, the division headquarters orders us to retreat! If we don't retreat, we'll get dumped!"
When the regiment commander heard this, he immediately cursed: "Damn it! Order all companies to evacuate their positions immediately!"
The staff officer hurriedly grabbed the regiment leader: "After the bombardment, the Japanese will come up! You have to leave one person behind to block it! Otherwise, everything will be over -"
"Let the supplementary eighth company stay, and the others will evacuate immediately!" After saying this, the regiment leader walked out of the headquarters without looking back.
The staff officer grabbed the signal soldier who was about to leave and ordered: "Go and tell the supplementary eighth company to cover the evacuation of the entire regiment!"
"yes!"
After the signal soldier responded, he got out of the regiment headquarters and rushed along the communication trench towards the position to replenish the eighth company.
The position of the supplementary eighth company was located at the protruding part of the entire regiment's position. As soon as the shelling ended, soldiers in tattered clothes emerged from everywhere, preparing to block the Japanese soldiers' charge.
"Company Commander, the Japanese are already here!" The soldier lying in the trench pointed his gun at the ruins, and there were many Japanese faintly approaching.
"It seems like the devil's death squad!"
Some soldiers saw that the Japs who came over were all shirtless, with cloth strips wrapped around their heads, and they couldn't help but feel nervous. In this cold winter, shirtless, these little Japs were not only ruthless to the enemy, but also ruthless to their own people.
"Afraid of death, death squads, death squads, if you dare to come here, I guarantee that he will never come back!" The company commander, with his head bare and smoking a cigarette fiercely, cursed loudly.
"That's right, we Sichuan people have never pretended to be Japanese!" Someone echoed loudly.
"A long line!"
"arrive!"
"Put the Japs closer before hitting them. We don't have many bullets, so save them!"
The platoon commander chuckled: "Company commander, when have we ever wasted bullets, just look at it, one bullet will definitely kill a Japanese!"
The company commander took another long puff of cigarette and reminded loudly: "Brothers! The regiment has handed over the position to us, so we have to hold on! Don't embarrass the Sichuan people!"
Before the company commander finished speaking, the regimental communications troops had already followed the communication trench to find the additional commander of the eighth company.
"Captain Zhao, the regimental commander orders your eighth company to cover the evacuation of the entire regiment!"
"What!" When the commander of the eighth company heard this, he threw away the cigarette in his hand and stood up quickly: "No fight?"
The signal corpsman hurriedly explained: "The Japanese have taken our retreat, and the regiment has withdrawn. Let your company cover the rear!"
"Fuck you!" When the platoon leader heard this, he suddenly became angry and kicked the signal soldier to the ground: "Let us fight this desperate battle again! You won't feel comfortable if you don't kill us all!"
"I have received the order. It is up to you whether you carry it out or not." The signal soldier was too lazy to argue with the platoon leader. He turned around and ran away without caring about the scorched earth all over his body.
Seeing that the signal soldier ran away without looking back, the Japanese were approaching and the friendly company was no longer moving, the company commander's face darkened.
"Company commander, let's withdraw before we get into trouble with the Japs!" A platoon commander sweated profusely when he saw the Japs getting closer and closer.
"We only have these sixty-odd brothers left. We can't leave them all here. Company commander, give the order quickly. Our entire regiment was wiped out by the rear. We can't make the same mistake again!"
The Sichuan Army brothers, whose faces were darkened by gunpowder smoke, also turned to look at their company commander, waiting for his orders.
But at this moment, those shirtless Japanese death squads in the cold winter moon were already approaching a distance of 400 meters from them. They could hear strange cries and whizzing bullets.
"Brothers! We were still a regiment when we fought in Shanghai! Now we are the only company left! Our Sichuan army is worthless! We have no guns or artillery, and we are just cannon fodder on the battlefield! But we must be this cannon fodder, and we are the only ones who have to be this cannon fodder!
Cannon fodder is the only way to allow the hundreds of brothers in the regiment to successfully evacuate! So as not to embarrass millions of fellow villagers in Sichuan! We must die on the battlefield even if we want to die, and we cannot let the grandson who supervises the battle team take a dirty shot!"
"What a bastard! Fight with the little devil!" a platoon leader roared.
"Fight!" The more than sixty remaining Sichuan Army brothers of the 8th Company who had retreated from the Songhu battlefield yelled with their eyes red.
"Kill Gaigai!"
The shirtless Japanese death squads ferociously rushed towards the position to replenish the 8th Company. The sparse rifle bullets guarding the position could not stop the Japanese soldiers' charge.
The company commander consumed all the bullets on his body, threw away his rifle, picked up his saber and climbed out of the trench, raised his arms and shouted: "Brothers! Kill the Japanese!"
The equipment of the Sichuan troops who supplemented the Eighth Company was very poor. The soldiers did not have many bayonets on their bodies, but they still rushed out without hesitation, using their rifle butts and fists to fight hand-to-hand with the Japanese death squads.
The saber in the company commander's hand had made countless holes after the bloody battle, but it still maintained its majesty. It roared and slashed into the Japanese's neck, and blood splattered on his slow body.
A Japs with a fierce look on his face screamed and knocked him to the ground, and then stabbed him hard with a shiny bayonet. However, the Japs used too much force and plunged into the scorched earth.
The eighth company commander swung his saber and cut off the Japanese soldier's calf. The Japanese soldier immediately screamed and rolled to the ground.
A Japanese soldier stabbed a Sichuan soldier with a bayonet, but the Sichuan soldier used his last strength to pull the grenade in his hand. Both of them were blown away, and they died together with the Japanese soldiers.
The Japanese death squads were fierce, but these red-eyed Sichuan soldiers also fought with the determination to die. People on both sides stood next to each other, stabbing and killing each other.
"Kill!" Just as the two sides were fighting inextricably, a murderous team rushed out from the smoke behind the Japanese and ran straight into the group of Japanese.
The machete in Liu Yidao's hand whirred, and when the blade slashed, the ferocious devil's head fell to the ground with a grunt.
More and more soldiers emerged from the smoke. Each of them was brave and attacked these Japanese soldiers. Even the student soldier Wang Zikun stabbed an injured Japanese soldier to the ground with a bayonet.
The Japs' blood spurted onto Wang Zikun's face, and the bloody smell that rushed into his lungs made him feel sick and want to vomit, but he still resisted and rushed into the battlefield with a bloody bayonet.
In less than a moment, more than a hundred Japanese death squads were wiped out by a passing guerrilla camp.
"Where is your commander?" Yang Ling asked the ragged troops after fighting off all the Japanese, trying to find the way to Guanghua Gate.
Some soldiers pointed at the blood-stained corpse and choked up: "Our company commander and the others are all dead..."