Nanjing was in dire straits. The Japanese soldiers who poured into the city like a tide broke into the houses with grinning faces. The residents hiding in the houses screamed in terror in the face of the shining bayonets.
"Da da da--"
"Snapped--"
Gunshots and screams were everywhere in the city. The Japanese soldiers were like jackals, chasing the people who were running away in fear, and then shot them one by one. The streets were dyed red with blood.
The defeated defenders fought and retreated along the ruins of the streets, but there were too many Japanese soldiers. The tanks ran over the dead bodies and rushed forward. The defenders who were still resisting were constantly blown away, causing heavy losses.
Yang Ling's guerrilla camp withdrew to the Daguang Road area. The enemy's gunfire was getting closer and closer, and the brothers were actively preparing for street fighting.
Company commander Qin Shou was ordered to go to the ammunition depot to collect ammunition, but when he walked to the entrance of the ammunition depot, he saw that all the guards here had long since fled, and even the person in charge, Section Chief Lu, was nowhere to be seen.
"Brothers, you are rich! Just move!"
Qin Shou smiled from ear to ear when he saw the mountains of ammunition. All of them now belonged to them.
Boxes of various grenades, landmines, and mortar machine gun bullets were moved out of the ammunition depot. Qin Shou felt that he had never been so rich.
The guerrilla battalion suffered heavy losses in the battle at Guanghuamen. After some statistics, only more than 500 people were able to fight, which meant that they lost more than half of their brothers in a short period of time. They felt very heavy.
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Yang Ling reorganized the more than 500 remaining brothers into three companies, with Liu Yidao, Wang Huzi and Qin Shou as company commanders respectively, and prepared to continue fighting against the Japanese relying on the complex streets and alleys of Daguang Road.
The city was ablaze with flames and smoke billowing into the sky. The Japanese soldiers with bayonets were chasing the retreating Chinese defenders along the streets like wolves smelling fishy smell.
A unit of the 156th Division of the Guangdong Army fought and retreated along the street. Bullets flew randomly on the street, sending smoke and dust flying everywhere.
The Japanese soldiers biting their backs refused to let them go and insisted on wiping them out. Seeing the Japanese soldiers rushing towards them, many brothers turned around and raised their guns to stop them, but they were soon pierced by bullets.
He fell to the ground unwillingly.
These Japanese soldiers were all from the field troops and were ruthless. They showed no sympathy or pity for the Chinese soldiers who were twitching and moaning on the ground. They stabbed them with their gleaming bayonets, and screams could be heard one after another in the streets.
The company commander, whose head was wrapped in a blood-stained bandage, watched as the brothers around him kept falling. His heart ached like a knife, but the Japanese were so powerful that they couldn't defeat them except running away.
"Company commander! Let us go, we'll stop the Japanese!"
The wounded soldiers who were carried on stretchers prayed loudly, and their hearts were bleeding as they watched their brothers dying to protect them.
The company commander hid behind a broken wall, shooting and cursing: "You are all my brothers, I will not leave you alone!"
"Company Commander, none of us can escape unless we let go!" The wounded soldiers also knew that they were a liability at this moment.
"Don't talk so much nonsense, I promised you that I would take you home!" The company commander didn't want to leave these wounded brothers behind.
A wounded soldier held a gun to his head: "Company commander, if you don't agree to us, I will shoot myself!"
"Company Commander, please let us stay so we can cover your evacuation." The wounded soldiers were determined to die and loudly persuaded them to stay.
"Brothers, why are you doing this!" The company commander looked at these brothers who were missing arms and legs, with tears in his eyes.
"Puff!"
Bullets hit behind the broken wall, and smoke filled the air. The wounded soldiers prayed: "Company commander, retreat quickly, remember to avenge us!"
Seeing the Japs getting closer and closer, and seeing the wounded soldiers with their guns lowered and unwilling to drag them down, the company commander raised his hand and saluted the wounded soldiers: "Brothers, I'm sorry for you."
"Company commander, stop talking like this, and leave quickly." The wounded soldiers urged.
The company commander's face was full of pain, and he had to grit his teeth and order those brothers who could still move to retreat. Before leaving, he left a grenade for each of the wounded soldiers.
Seeing the company commander and his companions evacuate, the wounded soldiers struggled to raise their guns, aim and shoot. Several Japanese who rushed forward were shot dead on the spot.
"Puff!"
"Woo!"
"ah!"
The Japanese soldiers' marksmanship was good, and bullets continued to penetrate the bodies of the wounded soldiers, but the survivors were still pulling the bolts to cover the retreat of their comrades.
When the Japanese soldiers rushed forward, a wounded soldier with blood coming from his mouth fired a grenade and was blown to pieces along with several Japanese soldiers.
"Baga!" The Japanese captain stood up from his hiding place in disgrace. Seeing that several of his soldiers had been reduced to severed limbs, he roared angrily.
The Japanese captain quickly pulled out the saber from his waist and roared in the direction where the company commander and the others were escaping: "Pursue them! Kill them all!"
The Japanese captain raised his saber and roared, and the rest of the Japanese soldiers, like angry ghosts, jumped over the rubble on the street, trampling on the corpses and rubble, and pursued forward.
On the roof of a dilapidated small building, a Chinese soldier wearing a steel helmet put the sight of his rifle on the Japanese captain holding a saber, squinted his eyes and pulled the trigger.
"Clang!"
"puff!"
At a close range of more than 20 meters, the Japanese soldier's steel helmet could not block the powerful force of the bullet.
A hole appeared in the Japanese captain's helmet, and the bullet shattered his head under the helmet. He opened his mouth and ran forward a few steps with inertia, and then staggered to the ground.
"Hidden! There are enemies!" The Japanese captain was suddenly shot and fell to the ground. The Japanese soldiers, who were so frightened and howling, hurriedly lay down to hide, and hurriedly searched and looked around.
The sharpshooter of the Chinese army who killed the Japanese captain did not hesitate after firing a shot. He immediately grabbed the gun and climbed up, turned around and slid down the stairs along the rope, and ran along the alley.
The reaction speed of the Japanese soldiers was very fast. They judged the direction of the bullet within a few seconds after the gunshot. Just in time to see the Chinese soldier stand up and run, the bullet flew towards the roof of the building, but Mao
Not even scratched.
The Japanese captain was killed, and the Japanese lieutenant immediately took over the command of the troops, roared with orders and chased the Chinese soldier.
This Chinese soldier was very skilled. Although bullets were flying behind him, he was dashing left and right, constantly making tactical evasive maneuvers. The Japanese were screaming angrily, but they couldn't hit him.
"Ah!" The Chinese soldier jumped into the ruins, and a Japanese soldier with a bayonet in his mouth also chased after him. But as soon as he rushed out of the hiding place, the bullet penetrated his chest, and the shock wave made him fall backward.
The Japanese Lieutenant gritted his teeth with hatred. If the Captain was included, this was the sixth Imperial soldier shot and killed by the disgusting Chinese soldier.
After the Chinese soldier fired a shot, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he was about to turn around and continue running, when suddenly several Japanese soldiers came around from the left and fired at him.
Although he reacted quickly and dodged most of the bullets in a hurry, one bullet still hit his thigh. The heartbreaking pain almost made him faint. When he heard the strange screams of the Japanese, he threw a grenade and endured it.
In severe pain, he limped and fled in a hurry.
He shot and killed so many Japanese soldiers, but they let him go and pursued him relentlessly. The bullets kept flying past him, but he became weaker and weaker.
"The devils are coming, prepare to fight!"
The companies of the guerrilla battalion led by Yang Ling were lying in ambush among the ruins. When they heard the gunshots getting closer and closer, they all pulled the bolts of their guns, ready to attack the little devil.