Dark and heavy clouds enveloped the city of Nanjing like a black veil. The atmosphere was depressing and tense. Panic spread like a plague. Thousands of people rushed to flee, and they were in panic all day long.
The Japanese army that broke into the city was divided into countless small groups and continued to advance deep into the city, chasing the defeated Chinese army and the fleeing people. The sound of gunfire resounded through the streets, and this ancient city was shrouded in a rich blood.
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The victory in the Battle of Songhu made the Japanese soldiers arrogant and arrogant, and the continuous battles and killings had made them red-eyed. Their humanity was being wiped out, and the ferocity in their bones was growing wantonly. They were anxious and crazy.
"Kill Gaigai!" The Japanese lieutenant raised his shining saber high, and the shriek sounded like it was coming from a ferocious demon, sending chills down people's backs.
The choking gun smoke filled the ruined neighborhoods wantonly. Under the indiscriminate bombardment of Japanese aviation bombers, Nanjing was riddled with holes like a leaky sieve.
Liu Yidao, the captain of the guerrilla battalion, squatted half-crouched behind the mottled broken wall and inserted the gleaming bayonet into the slot of the 79 rifle with a click.
"Listen to me! We meet on a narrow road! The bayonet is red!" Liu Yidao gave the order in a low voice.
Behind Liu Yidao, in the hidden area of the jagged ruins, countless sharp bayonets were being raised, and more than two hundred veterans were ready with murderous intent.
For Liu Yidao, good steel requires repeated tempering, and tough soldiers need the baptism of blood and fire, and melee stabbing is the best way to train. What he needs is a group of howling wolf cubs, not just those who can only fight from a distance.
A coward who shoots from afar!
With a company commander like Liu Yidao who dared to use his sword when encountering the enemy, his brothers were also influenced by him. They were all brave and fearless of death, and they were the sharpest swords in the guerrilla camp.
In an era when guns and artillery dominate the battlefield, hand-to-hand combat has become a backward way of combat, because hand-to-hand combat is cruel, often killing a thousand enemies and causing eight hundred losses to oneself. Yang Ling does not advocate hand-to-hand combat in his heart.
However, compared with the Japanese soldiers, there was a huge gap between them in terms of soldier quality and equipment and firepower. In many cases, they could only rely on their flesh and blood to fight the Japanese soldiers in close combat to have the possibility of victory.
This left Yang Ling helpless. Due to various reasons, this cruel hand-to-hand combat has become the most common way for the Chinese army to win, because only by strangulating together can the Japanese army's firepower advantage be offset.
The machine gun company of the guerrilla battalion was sent to the hospital after the company commander Blacksmith was seriously injured, so the machine gun company was temporarily dismantled into three platoons and organized into several other companies.
The current combat method of the Chinese army is far less detailed than the division of labor of later generations. Instead, it is a big-pot model. The whole company of the main battalion fights and retreats together. Therefore, the split of the machine gun company has little impact on the guerrilla battalion.
According to Yang Ling's instructions, the machine gun platoons of each company occupied the commanding heights on both sides of the street to hide, and were roughly distributed in a zigzag shape. Once they opened fire, they could achieve a cross fire advantage and kill as many Japanese soldiers as possible.
The machine gunners all had Czech-style light machine guns in their hands, and they were currently lying in their respective hiding places, conducting final inspections on the machine guns.
More than a hundred brothers led by Captain Wang Huzi were lying in ambush among the collapsed ruins. The street a hundred meters away from their hiding place had been cleared of debris except for rubble and bomb craters, and the shooting range was good.
Under the gloomy sky, gunpowder smoke filled the neighborhood. Although it was broad daylight, it felt like evening. The crisp gunshots of the 38-gauge rifles were getting closer and closer. The brothers who were preparing to ambush all held their guns, like
He is waiting quietly like a hunter.
Wang Huzi was hiding behind a broken window and sitting against the wall. At this moment, the 79 rifle was leaning on the mottled gun. He was seizing the time to smoke the cigarette he took from the dead Japanese soldier.
For Wang Huzi, war also means death, and it may be reimbursed at some point. If you can enjoy one more minute, you will never waste it.
Yang Ling was lying on the roof of a three-story building with a wide view. He could overlook the low residential area in the distance. There was thick smoke and fierce gunfire. It should be Xie Chengrui's second regiment and the Japanese.
Fired up.
Yang Ling retracted his gaze and turned his attention to the street below him again. The gunfire was getting closer and closer. In addition to the crisp gunfire of the Japanese soldiers, there was also the dull sound of the Chinese rifles.
He judged from the sound of gunfire that there should be only one person on the side being pursued, while the number of Japanese soldiers was at least one squad.
He gently pulled the bolt, the bullet was loaded into the chamber, put the butt of the gun on his shoulder, and aimed towards the smoke-filled street. The enemy was getting closer and closer.
Wow——
There was a crisp sound when the rubble was stepped on. Wang Huzi looked stern, put out the cigarette in his hand, grabbed the 79 rifle, turned around and leaned out of the window.
The continuous bombing of Nanjing by Japanese bombers filled the whole city with gunpowder and thick smoke, and the block of Daguang Road was no exception. In the gray field of vision, a Chinese soldier wearing a dirty cotton uniform stumbled over.
, he looked injured.
"Whizzing--"
"Clang!"
"puff!"
There was a dazzling flash of light flashing from the gray smoke, and the bullets tearing through the air flew out at a speed that was beyond the reach of the naked eye, hitting the rubble window lint, making a shattering sound.
The brothers in the guerrilla camp were all veterans who had experienced many battles. They held their breath at this moment and calmly aimed their guns at the area behind the running Chinese soldier.
A bright bayonet pierced the gray smoke, and a burly figure wearing a mesh helmet rushed out of the gray smoke. This was a Japanese soldier with a fierce look on his face.
"There he is!" The Japanese soldier saw the Chinese soldiers stumbling away and let out a piercing scream. Then he stood at attention, held his gun, and fired in one go.
The bullets flew towards the injured Chinese soldier with a roar. The Chinese soldier seemed to feel something and suddenly rushed towards the wooden cart on the left. The bullet missed and embedded in a broken door, and the light was immediately revealed.
The Chinese soldier moved very quickly, relying on the cover of the wooden cart on the street, and quickly raised his gun and fired. A dull gunshot sounded, and a stream of blood suddenly spurted out from the neck of the Japanese soldier who was standing and shooting, and sprinkled into the air.
"ah!"
The Japanese soldier screamed and fell backward, sending up a puff of smoke.
Whizzing--
Bullets flew out of the smoke, and more than a dozen agile figures jumped out. They ran and shot, and bullets fell around the wooden cart, forcing the Chinese soldier to turn around and run with his gun again.
Yang Ling was lying on the roof of the three-story building and saw this scene clearly. He couldn't help but secretly praise the injured Chinese soldier in his heart. Being able to fight back and kill the pursuers under the enemy's pursuit not only tested his marksmanship, but also
Being calm, he started to recruit.
More and more Japanese soldiers jumped out of the smoke. The rubble-strewn streets did not hinder them at all, allowing them to quickly close the distance between them and the fleeing Chinese soldiers as if they were walking on flat ground.
However, this escaped Chinese soldier was very experienced, constantly fighting left and right, and was always able to narrowly dodge bullets, which made the brothers in the guerrilla camp hidden in the ruins secretly sweat for him.
The brothers in the guerrilla camp were well hidden. Under the guidance of the commander Yang Ling, they were able to make good use of the broken debris to disguise themselves. At this moment, bullets were flying in the streets, but without Yang Ling's order, the brothers in the guerrilla camp were calm.