The thick smoke of gunpowder filled the entire block, the bombed corpses smelled of decay, and among the broken ruins, the soldiers covered in gunpowder smoke and blood were striding eastward to chase the retreating devils. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The commander of the 1st Brigade of the 36th Wing of the Devil, Ito Yoshimitsu Shaozo, was killed by a grenade, and the 1st Brigade was also driven out of Nanjing by the guerrilla battalion led by Yang Ling.

The troops of the 305th Regiment led by Zhang Lingfu launched a fierce attack on the devils from the flank outside the city, and the enemy was attacked on the flank, forcing the remnants of the first brigade of the devils to temporarily retreat.

Of course, Yang Ling would not let go of this opportunity to beat the water dogs, and led the main force of the guerrilla battalion to chase and fight the defeated devil soldiers, and once again attacked the Zhongheqiao block, trying to restore the position here.

"Don't let the little devils run away! Kill! ”

Company Commander Liu Yidao raised his arms with a bloody bayonet and shouted, chasing the most ferociously.

Da Da Da -

The devil's cover machine gun team panted and put the machine gun on the sack, and they pulled the trigger without hesitation in the face of Liu Yidao.

Bullets whizzed through the ruined streets, shattering wood and rubble, and several brothers who had rushed too hard were shot and knocked to the ground, sending up clouds of smoke and dust.

"Fuck! Machine gun! Give Lao Tzu a call! ”

Liu Yidao flew behind the sandbag to dodge the bullet that swept at him, and looked at the brother lying on the ground in the distance, whirring and bleeding, his eyes were red, and he roared backwards.

The brothers of the machine gun led by the blacksmith were tired and panting, threw themselves to the ground, set up the machine gun and began to return fire, and the sound of da-da-da sounded.

The furious bullets swept through the ruins, smashing the sack of the Devil's machine gun with a pop, and the bouncing bullets shattered the Devil's machine gunner's arm, and he immediately fell on his back.

The devil's sub-shooter immediately threw away the 38 big cover rifle in his hand, and re-straightened the machine gun hideously, and the devil's machine gun began to sound again.

The ballistic trajectory spread along the street, chasing Liu Yidao, who had just rushed out, and Liu Yidao, who was angry, scolded loudly, and a few rolled to dodge behind the broken wall before he escaped with his life.

Yang Ling bowed his body and continued to rush forward under the cover of the ruins, the devil's machine gun beckoned, he hurriedly squatted down and hid behind the barricade, the bullet grazed his head and flew by, embedded in the wooden window behind him.

"Huzi! Attract the devil's firepower, I'll kill him! Yang Ling shouted at Huzi, the guard who rushed to his side and lay on the ground.

Although the tiger was young, the newborn calf was not afraid of the tiger, and there was no fear at all in this rain of bullets, he took a deep breath and ran sideways to another barricade.

As soon as Huzi ran out, the devil's machine-gun bullets beckoned, causing rubble and smoke to splash behind Huzi.

Yang Ling suddenly straightened up from behind the barricade at the moment when the devil machine gun was aimed at Huzi, and the muzzle of the gun was aimed at the devil machine gunner behind the sack and pulled the trigger.

Burst!

The whistling bullet smashed the devil's neck, and a stream of dirty blood spurted out, splashing ammunition all over the face, and the devil's machine gun was dumb.

As soon as the devil's machine gunner was dumbfounded, Liu Yidao rushed forward murderously, and the devil's ammunition man wanted to stand up and continue to fight, but as soon as he stood up, he was beaten into a sieve by Yang Ling's machine gun on their side.

When Liu Yidao rushed to the devil machine gun team, he saw the main shooter of the devil machine gun still lying on the ground with his bloody arm and groaning.

Without the slightest mercy and sympathy, he pulled out his shell gun and aimed it at the head of the devil soldier, and the dull gunfire rang out, and the head of the main shooter of the devil machine gun was stirred into a pulp by the bullet, and he died no longer dead.

The combat companies of the guerrilla battalion continued to advance along the ruins, and the retreating troops of the devils wanted to build a defensive line with the help of the ruins barricades, but in the face of Yang Ling's murderous counterattack troops, their fragile defensive line was like paper paste, and it was broken with a single stab.

The brothers of the guerrilla battalion had not fought such a bitter battle for a long time, and they could not hold their feet at all, and chased the devils out for three streets.

An old devil hid by the window of a two-story attic on the side of the street, taking advantage of the chaos on the street, and constantly opened fire and sneak attacks.

When the student soldier Wang Zikun saw that the brother next to him had been hit by a stray bullet that had burst out of nowhere, he hurriedly dragged the brother behind the wall.

"Someone is hurt here! Come on! Wang Zikun shouted while holding a gun to cover.

A student soldier who had been briefly trained as a health soldier heard Wang Zikun's shout, and hurriedly grabbed the bandage and rushed over, but when he rushed halfway, he fell to the ground and convulsed, and he couldn't survive.

"Damn it!" Wang Zikun noticed the ghost soldiers hidden on the second floor of the street this time, and cursed loudly.

"Platoon commander! There's a devil hidden on the second floor! Wang Zikun shouted to the reconnaissance platoon commander Shunzi.

Several combat companies of Yang Ling's guerrilla battalion were pursuing along several streets, and they were blocked by the devil's heavy machine gun squadron, and they were being beaten so that they couldn't raise their heads, and there were devil marksmen sniping at the heights, which made them suffer from the enemy on their backs and fell into a dilemma.

Junko shouted at the brothers in the platoon: "Wang Zikun, let's cover, you kill him with a grenade!"

"Yes!"

Crackling gunshots rang out, and a dense stream of bullets poured down on the windows of the second floor, and the small wooden building was immediately smashed into sawdust.

The devil marksman realized that something was wrong and hurriedly bent down and shrank his head to hide, and Wang Zikun took the opportunity to rush out, helping to throw the smoke-emitting grenade into the window.

Boom - The shock wave of the explosion swept through everything, and all kinds of objects in the small building were immediately shattered by the explosion, spraying out along the windows, accompanied by the thick smoke of gunpowder, and the bloody devil soldiers were also blown away and rolled down the street.

When the brothers of the guerrilla battalion followed the defeated devil soldiers to counterattack, the troops of the 305th Regiment led by Zhang Lingfu also rushed over from the direction of Zangjia Lane and took the devils by surprise.

"Battalion commander! The devil has retreated! ”

The remnants of the gendarmerie battalion were entrenched in several fortified buildings on Zhongheqiao Street, and they were divided and surrounded by devils during the battle, and they did not break out, thinking that they would not escape death, but they did not expect the devils to retreat.

The commander of the gendarmerie battalion, whose face was covered with blood, hurriedly waved his hand to ask the gendarmes to stop shooting, and when he looked around, he saw that the devil was indeed running down the street, and he heard the fierce gunfire coming from all around, and shouted in surprise: "Brothers! Our reinforcements have arrived, rush out with me to kill the devils! ”

"Kill the devil!" There were only a hundred remaining gendarmes left, and when they heard that reinforcements had arrived, they also rushed out of the building and rushed towards the devils.

The first brigade of devils had already broken through Guanghua Gate, but now they were not only driven out of the city again, but also had to retreat in the face of the fierce pursuit of various counterattacking troops.

Yang Ling and the others took advantage of the situation to restore the block position of Zhonghe Bridge, and did not stop the attack until the vicinity of the Engineer School, because there was a fire blockade line composed of the Devil's Mountain Artillery Brigade and heavy machine guns, and they were unable to break through without heavy weapons.

"Repair the position!" Yang Ling ordered to stop the offensive and repair the position on the spot.

The brothers of the guerrilla battalion, led by Yang Ling, fought a bitter battle, and at this moment their morale was high, and they hurriedly built positions in the streets with sacks and sandbags.