The third battalion had just seen a battalion in the bunker on the tower of the Zhonghua Gate, sacrificing one by one, and dying one by one, and they couldn't bear the hatred of the devils.

Now, as soon as the hand-to-hand combat was met, the two sides immediately entered into a fierce hand-to-hand fight, with people falling and others falling into the river, and the dull sound of the butts of guns on the bridge deck hitting the flesh, and the slight clatter of bayonets stabbing into the flesh.

There were almost no human voices, or injured shouts, only heavy panting, and everyone held their breath and engaged in life-and-death hand-to-hand combat with the devil.

There is no way to defend and dodge in front of him, and he can't take care of it, no matter how many knives he is stabbed by the devil, he is desperately stabbing the devil.

In the end, it really didn't work, so he pulled the grenade on his body, and it didn't matter if he blew up his own people, anyway, he wanted to kill a few more devils, and at the moment of sounding, he desperately drilled himself into the crowd of devils.

The soldiers on both sides of China and Japan, looking like crazy, did not seem to take life and death into their eyes, and a group of people died in the front, or a group was killed by the explosion, and the ones behind were immediately filled in.

It seemed that he couldn't get over tonight, so Lao Hu called out the deputy battalion commander Niu Gu and asked him to go to Sangou's side, and take the Seventh Company to catch up with the regiment headquarters, and be sure to protect the regiment headquarters to Xiaguan.

Niu Hu didn't leave, saying that he wanted to die with Lao Hu, Lao Hu took out a pistol, put it on Niu Hu's head, and shouted loudly:

"You shit, let me go, and then rebuild the third battalion later."

Niu Gu had red eyes that were about to drop blood, staring at Lao Hu, wanting to cry, but Yiran didn't have tears coming out, knowing this farewell, he could only see each other in the next life.

Under Lao Hu's urging, Niu Gu had no choice, gritted his steel teeth, was ruthless, turned his head and left.

Looking at the fading back of the cow, the third battalion commander Hu Hao, also called Lao Hu and Hu Zi, pulled out the dagger, held the shell gun in one hand and the dagger in the other, turned his head and rushed into the bridge deck.

As he rushed, he shouted:

"Brothers, when the time has come to sacrifice your life for the country, come with me, if you want to die, you will die in the capital."

Lao Hu led the remaining soldiers of less than a few dozen people, as strong and tragic as moths to a fire, and pounced on the swarming Japanese army.

Under the feet, it was already covered with the remains of comrades-in-arms and the corpses of the enemy, blood was flowing all over the ground, and everyone stepped on several layers of corpses and bravely rushed towards the enemy.

Lao Hu's shell gun suddenly fired, and after draining the 20 bullets in the magazine, he threw the gun into the face of the devil who was not dead in front of him, and the devil flashed subconsciously.

Lao Hu's dagger, like a bolt of lightning, was immediately inserted under the devil's ear, and then pulled down, and half of the devil's neck was broken.

A stream of blood from the devil's neck spurted out like a spring, splashing Lao Hu's face, and Lao Hu, whose face was covered with blood, had no time to wipe it, and then continued to move forward, waving a dagger, and stabbing the enemy.

Several bayonets stabbed Lao Hu in the abdomen and chest, and Lao Hu threw the dagger with difficulty, but unfortunately he didn't have much strength anymore, and he didn't hit the devil if he threw it not far.

The old beard with a bloody face and mouth, spitting bloody foam, still laughing, slowly pulled up the strings of the grenade, as if he was usually looking for someone to smoke dry tobacco, come, brother, light a fire.

This time, it was also a fire, this fire was too big, and he set himself on fire, and Lao Hu's eyes closed weakly in a blood-red attack.

The old mother and father of the family, the lovely wife and son, as well as the tiled house at home, the mountains behind them, and the friends in the village, the brothers in the army for more than ten years, flashed through Lao Hu's mind as quickly as the fast shots of the movie.

Lao Hu, Hu Hao, commander of the 3rd Battalion of the 306th Regiment of the 153rd Brigade of the 51st Division of the 74th Army, a native of Xingguo, Jiangxi, died in Nanjing on December 12, 26th year of the Republic of China, at the age of 33.

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When he came to the position of the Seventh Company, Niu Gu brought Lao Hu's order, and quickly retreated into the city, seeing that Niu Gu was the only one who came over, everyone didn't ask themselves, and knew Lao Hu's consequences.

Sangou looked back at the ruined Zhonghua Gate city wall, I don't know if it was the fiery red of the position over there, or the fiery red of his own eyes, anyway, the position behind him and his brothers who forgot to die were all blood red.

With unspeakable unwillingness and deep hatred, Sangou left this blood-stained place and left the place where nearly a hundred brothers of the Seventh Company were buried.

One day, we will kill all the Japanese devils and avenge you.

One day, we will come back, holding the blood-stained military flag of the devil, stepping on the bones of the devil, returning to the China Gate, and retaking the capital of the country.

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During the study period of the Huangpu Military Academy in Nanjing, Sangou participated in the drawing of the military map of Nanjing, and was very familiar with the city of Nanjing.

Go down from Zhonghua Gate to Xiaguan Wharf, in fact, it is very easy to walk, you don't have to take the Zhenhuai Bridge into the center of the city, but walk along the Qinhuai River all the way to the northwest.

But now you can't go this way, because you have to pass through the area of Shuixi Gate, Mochou Lake, and Hanzhong Gate, which are now fighting fiercely with the Japanese army, and it is estimated that many enemies have broken through the Qinhuai River and the city wall.

Now we can only go through the city of Nanjing, but on the road ahead, the defenders in the city have arranged five sandbags to form a barricade, and the officers and soldiers who have retreated from the front line are not allowed to cross and approach, probably because they are afraid that the Japanese army will pretend to be the Chinese army.

Sangou had no choice but to take everyone, and did not go to the main road, and bent into some unknown alleys next to it, in fact, there were retreat signs on the main road.

Many houses were blown down by Japanese planes, and some alleys were blocked.

Sangou took everyone around Zhonghua Road, received Zhongshan Road, and then went to Rujiang Gate, except for Rujiang Gate, which is Xiaguan Wharf; And the road is marked with sheets, strips of cloth, ammunition boxes, etc.

It was already late at night on December 12, and the streets of Nanjing were in shambles, with a large number of soldiers and civilians fleeing in the direction of Jiangbei, and many government departments were exploding and burning houses, which were instructed by the above.

The road was full of all kinds of war materials, and many people even lost their guns and ammunition in order to escape for their lives, which was really unusual, but Sangou let the people of the Seventh Company replenish a lot of ammunition, mainly bullets and grenades, as well as dry food and drinking water.

Sangou was very anxious, and kept asking passers-by if the 51st Division had gone to Xiaguan or Jiangbei, because Yang Muhua was in the field hospital of the division headquarters, and the field hospital would generally follow the division headquarters first.

After hearing a gendarmerie headquarters say that the 51st Division had arrived at Xiaguan, Sangou's heart relaxed a little.

When the team arrived near Zhongshan Road, it began to be a little congested, and Sangou sent a few barbarians to open the way in front, all of them connected with bayonets, and when they encountered the obstructors, they forced their way through, and no one was left behind.

Despite this, there are still many intersections that cannot be walked, and some troops are actually fighting, just to take the first step, but fortunately, Sangou is familiar with various paths and alleys, so he takes everyone through the streets and alleys to avoid those places that are seriously congested.

Everyone followed Sangou all the way around the corner, and when they arrived at Rujiangmen, they arrived at the regiment headquarters of 306, and they carried the regiment commander Qiu, who was already unconscious because of excessive blood loss.