On December 12, starting from dawn, Japanese aircraft and artillery bombarded the city gates intensively. The ancient and solid city walls collapsed during the tremors, leaving numerous gaps.
Many positions around the Zhonghua Gate, Zhongshan Gate, and Guanghua Gate were breached. Under the cover of tanks and armored vehicles, the Japanese poured into the city like a tide from the gaps in the city wall, and filled the streets like spider webs. Nanjing has become a
Dangerous city.
Faced with the Japanese soldiers who were rushing towards Nanjing like a wave, thousands of Chinese soldiers spontaneously rushed forward without commanding their commanders. They used their own flesh and blood to stop the enemy and died generously. It was tragic and tragic.
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"Battal Commander! It was blown up over there again!"
The battle at Gwanghwamun has been extremely fierce since early morning. As the city wall was continuously blasted with artillery holes, the pressure on the defenders increased, and the sandbags could no longer block it.
"Blacksmith, bring someone to help me suppress the Japs!"
Yang Ling's eyes were also red from the killing. The intensity of the battle was beyond his expectation. The Japanese had gone crazy.
The Japanese soldiers were indeed crazy, and their commander Matsui Iwane issued the order for a general attack.
Each division, each regiment, and each brigade were holding back their fierceness and launched a fierce attack regardless of casualties, hoping to be the first to attack Nanjing City and gain the supreme glory.
The blacksmith's iron tower-like body was already scarred with wounds. After receiving Yang Ling's order, he immediately led a machine gun platoon and rushed to the newly opened gap.
As soon as they arrived at the gap in the city wall, they could already clearly see the swaying Japanese helmet, and the cold and sharp bayonets were quickly approaching the gap.
Without the need for orders from the machine gun company commander Blacksmith, each machine gun team immediately set up their machine guns at the gap and opened fire on the Japanese soldiers who were just around the corner.
The machine gunners pressed their shoulders against the trembling machine guns, and the angry bullets poured towards the Japanese's heads like water.
The Japanese soldiers were scrambling to climb up the gentle slope of the overturned city wall to the gap. Faced with the sudden attack of this round of bullets, they were immediately enveloped.
"ah!"
"ah!"
"Woo!"
The helmets of the Japanese soldiers holding bayonets were smashed, bullets penetrated their chests and blew out their heads.
The blood-stained corpse continued to roll down the gentle slope, knocking down the people behind it. For a moment, the gap was in chaos, with blood splashing everywhere.
The machine gunners behind the Japanese wanted to support, but their machine guns were under the city and their shooting height was not high enough. They all hit the city wall. The bullets from the Type 92 heavy machine gun hit the city wall and scattered rocks, but they did not pose a threat to the defenders.
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"Brothers! Beat the devils hard!"
The blacksmith's face was covered with blood and dust. He held the machine gun and fired continuously. Blood and flesh were spattered along the trajectory. The Japanese were beaten so hard that they screamed and fled.
A Japanese captain who was responsible for attacking the newly opened gap saw the attacking troops being forced back by machine guns, with a look of madness on his ferocious face. He quickly pulled out the saber from his waist and swung forward violently.
: "Kill and change!"
Following the roar of the Japanese captain, the Japanese infantrymen suppressed by the Chinese defenders' machine guns seemed to be infused with mysterious power. They suddenly jumped up from the ground and charged forward crazily.
"Fight!"
"Kill the little devil!"
The defenders looked at the Japanese soldiers who were charging forward ferociously. They ignored the red barrel of the gun and kept pulling the trigger while yelling.
The Japanese soldiers also went crazy, shooting and stepping on the corpses of their companions as they rushed forward. Their momentum made people shudder.
puff!
The blacksmith's shoulder was shattered by stray bullets flying from the city, and blood spattered. His body swayed, and he continued to shoot with the machine gun, beating several Japanese soldiers who rushed more than 20 meters away into a sieve.
Puff!
Two more bullets hit the blacksmith's burly body. He finally couldn't stand and fell to his knees, with blood pouring from his wounds.
He still wanted to struggle to get up, pick up the machine gun and continue shooting, but he felt that the strength in his body was passing away and the machine gun became heavy.
"You want to die!" Medical soldier Kiko rushed to the blacksmith despite the hail of bullets, cursed in a low voice and pushed him down.
The blacksmith was still struggling: "I can still fight -"
"Hold him down!" Xizi shouted to the stretcher bearer who was following behind him, and immediately tore open the cotton-padded clothes covering the blacksmith's wound, revealing the bloody wound.
Xizi had seen a lot of dead people, and he was used to this kind of blood dripping. He quickly opened the medicine box, took out the tools, and said to the blacksmith: "Be patient, I will get the bullet, otherwise your leg will be useless!"
"Hurry up! The devil is coming!"
The blacksmith urged Xizi. Although he grinned in pain, he was still thinking about the Japanese.
Xizi was already familiar with this kind of battlefield rescue. She asked the two stretcher-bearing soldiers to hold the blacksmith down, quickly used a clamp to remove the bullet from his wound, and then quickly bandaged it to stop the bleeding.
The battlefield rescue equipment was rudimentary and there were no analgesics or anesthetics. When Xizi took out the two bullets, the blacksmith had already fainted from the pain.
Xizi waved to the two stretcher bearers: "Carry it down -"
There was already a hail of gunfire and bullets near the city wall, and rumbling explosions were heard continuously. The Japanese repeatedly charged and tried to break through the defenders' positions.
There were more and more wounded. Xizi and a group of temporarily trained medical soldiers were already so busy that they were soon covered in blood. Several brothers who had just learned to bandage were shot and carried away as soon as they finished bandaging the wounded.
Go down.
The guerrilla battalion fought steadily under the command of Yang Ling. No matter how fierce the Japs charged, Guanghua Gate was always in their hands, and there were already numerous corpses of Japs in several gaps.
The Zhonghua Gate, the strongest among the 19 gates in Nanjing, was breached by the heavy artillery bombardment of the Japanese 6th Division. The so-called reinforced concrete permanent fortifications that were blown to pieces revealed not steel bars, but rotten bamboo. The surviving defenders
The officers and soldiers got excited and cursed Gu Zhenglun, the security commander in charge of building city defenses.
Of course, these garrison officers and soldiers who generously sacrificed their lives did not know that Gu Zhenglun, whom they scolded, had already evacuated to Hunan with his headquarters early in the name of recovering from illness. The mayor of Nanjing also served as the deputy commander of the gendarmerie under his command.
Xiaoshan ordered to take over.
The Chinese and Japanese armies fought around the city wall, with rivers of blood flowing. As the Zhonghua Gate and other city gates were lost one after another, the Guanghua Gate defenders who had fought fiercely for several hours had to retreat into the city's Daguang Road, Babaoqian Street, Yudao Street, etc.
Fierce street fighting began everywhere, relying on buildings.
The city of Nanjing was riddled with holes, but the thousands of Chinese soldiers who retreated into the city were not defeated. They fought bloody battles with the Japanese in every street.
The Japanese soldiers who rushed into the city of Nanjing rushed towards the streets excitedly, but were quickly wiped out by the fierce firepower of the defenders. The streets were stained with blood, forcing the Japanese to mobilize artillery to bombard the city.
The resistance in the city was still tenacious. On the streets and in the ruins, there were gunfire and fighting everywhere. The Japanese did not enjoy the fruits of victory as they wished.
Many angry guards and soldiers, led by their commanders, launched a desperate charge in an attempt to recapture the city wall, but they all tragically fell on the road of charge. Although the Japanese entered the city, they could not advance even an inch.
There was fierce fighting inside the city, and there was also fierce fighting outside the city. Although most of the Zijin Mountain positions held by the teaching corps had been lost, the main peak was still firmly in their hands. Although the Japanese were strafed by planes and bombarded by heavy artillery, the defenders' positions remained firm.