The gloomy and heavy clouds shrouded the city like a black veil, the atmosphere was oppressive and tense, panic spread like a plague, and thousands of people rushed to flee in fear. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The Japanese army broke through the city and divided into countless small units to continuously advance into the depth of the city, chasing the defeated Chinese army and the fleeing civilians, the sound of guns and cannons resounded through the streets, and the ancient city was shrouded in a thick color of blood.

The victory in the Battle of Songhu made the Japanese soldiers arrogant and arrogant, and the continuous battles and massacres had made them red-eyed, their humanity was dying, the ferocity in their bones was growing wantonly, and they were restless and crazy.

"Kill, change, change!" The Japanese lieutenant's saber was raised high, and the screams of the cautious man were like those of a murderous demon, sending chills down the spine of the people.

The choking smoke of gunpowder filled the ruin-like neighborhoods wantonly, and under the indiscriminate bombardment of the bombers of the Japanese air force, Nanjing was already riddled with holes like a leaky sieve.

Liu Yidao, the captain of the guerrilla battalion, squatted behind the mottled broken wall, and with a click, loaded the cold-glowing bayonet into the card slot of the 79 rifle.

"Listen to Lao Tzu! Face the music! The bayonet is red! Liu Yidao gave the order in a low voice.

In the uneven ruins behind Liu Yidao, countless sharp bayonets were being erected, and more than two hundred veterans were already murderous and ready.

For Liu Yidao, good steel has to be tempered, the fierce needs the baptism of blood and fire, and the melee stab is the best way to hone it, what he needs is a group of howling wolf cubs, not cowards who can only shoot from afar!

There is Liu Yidao, a company commander who dares to show his sword when he meets the enemy, and his brothers are also influenced by him, and they are all brave and not afraid of death, which is the sharpest knife in the guerrilla battalion.

In the era when guns dominate the battlefield victory, white-knuckle stabbing has become a backward way of fighting, because white-knuckle warfare is cruel, often killing a thousand enemies and losing eight hundred, Yang Ling does not advocate white-knuckle warfare in his bones.

However, compared with the Japanese soldiers, the gap between them and the Japanese soldiers in terms of soldier quality and equipment and firepower is too great, and in many cases, they can only rely on flesh and blood to fight with the Japanese soldiers in close combat to have the possibility of victory.

This made Yang Ling helpless, because of various reasons, this kind of cruel white-knuckle battle has become the most common way for the Chinese army to win, because only the two sides can be strangled together to offset the Japanese army's firepower advantage.

The machine gun company of the guerrilla battalion was taken to the hospital with the company commander blacksmith seriously wounded, so the machine gun company was temporarily dismantled into three platoons and integrated into several other companies.

At present, the combat mode of the Chinese army is far from being as detailed as the division of labor in later generations, but belongs to the mode of eating a big pot of rice, and the whole company of the main battalion fights together and retreats together, so the split of the machine gun company has little impact on the guerrilla battalion.

According to Yang Ling's orders, the machine gun platoons of each company occupied the commanding heights on both sides of the street and concealed them, roughly distributed in a zigzag shape, and once they fired, they could form a crossfire advantage and kill and injure the living forces of the Japanese soldiers as much as possible.

The machine gunners were all Czech light machine guns in their hands, and at the moment they were lying in their respective hiding places, making a final inspection of the machine guns.

More than 100 brothers led by Captain Company Commander Wang Huzi lay in ambush in the collapsed ruins, and the streets 100 meters outside their hiding place were cleared of debris and bomb craters all over the ground, and the firing range was good.

Under the gloomy sky, the smoke filled the neighborhood, although it was broad daylight, but it felt like the evening, the crisp sound of the 38 Dagai rifles was getting closer and closer, and the brothers who were ready to ambush were all holding their guns, waiting quietly like hunters.

Wang Huzi was sitting against the wall behind a broken window, and at this moment the 79 rifle was leaning against the mottled gun, and he was hurrying to smoke the cigarette he had touched from the dead Japanese soldier.

For Wang Huzi, war also means death, and it may be reimbursed at some point, and it is absolutely not wasted to be able to enjoy one more minute.

Yang Ling was lying on the roof of a three-story building, with a wide field of vision, and he could overlook the low residential area in the distance, where thick smoke was billowing and there was a fierce gunshot, it should be Xie Chengrui's second regiment and the devils exchanged fire.

Yang Ling retracted his gaze and redirected his attention to the street below him, 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 rifle.

Judging by the sound of gunfire, the pursued side should have only one person, and the Japanese soldiers numbered at least one squad or more.

He gently pulled the bolt, the bullet against the chamber, and pressed the butt to his shoulder, aiming at the smoky street, where the enemy was getting closer.

Wow -

There was a crisp sound of rubble being stepped on, and Wang Huzi looked terrified, snuffed out the cigarette in his hand, grabbed the 79 rifle and turned around and leaned out of the window.

The incessant bombardment of the city of Nanjing by Japanese bombers filled the entire city with gunsmoke and smoke, and the neighborhood of Daguang Road was no exception, and in the gray vision, a Chinese soldier in a dirty cotton military uniform stumbled over, apparently wounded.

"Whoosh-"

"Bang dang!"

"Poof!"

Dazzling flashes of light flashed from the gray smoke, and air-tearing bullets flew out at speeds beyond the reach of the naked eye, striking the rubble windows with a shattering sound.

The brothers in the guerrilla battalion, all veterans of many battles, held their breath at the 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 grid steel helmet rushed out of the gray smoke, this is a Japanese soldier with a fierce face.

"He's there!" The Japanese soldier saw the Chinese soldier stumbling and fleeing, let out a piercing scream from his mouth, and then stood upright, held his gun, and shot in one go.

The bullet whistled towards the wounded Chinese soldier, who seemed to feel something, and suddenly pounced on the wooden cart on the left, and the bullet missed, embedded in a broken door, and immediately let the light through.

The Chinese soldier moved quickly, relying on the cover of the wooden cart on the street, quickly raised his gun and fired, and the dull sound of gunfire rang out, and a stream of blood suddenly rushed out of the neck of the Japanese soldier who was shooting in a standing position, spilling into the air.

"Ahh

The Japanese soldier screamed and fell backwards, sending up a puff of smoke and dust.

Whoosh -

Bullets flew out of the smoke and more than a dozen agile figures leaped out, shooting as they ran, puffing bullets to fall around the wooden cart, forcing the Chinese soldier to turn around with his gun on his hand again.

Yang Ling was lying on the roof of the three-story building, seeing this scene clearly and clearly, and couldn't help but secretly praise the wounded Chinese soldier in his heart, being able to counterkill the pursuers under the pursuit of the enemy, testing not only marksmanship, but also calmness, and he had the heart to recruit.

More and more Japanese soldiers jumped out of the smoke of gunpowder, and the rubble streets did not hinder them in the slightest, allowing them to quickly close the distance between them and the fleeing Chinese soldiers.

But the escaped Chinese soldier was experienced, constantly rushing left and right, and was always able to dodge the bullets in a thrilling way, so that the brothers in the guerrilla battalion in the hidden ruins were secretly sweating for him.

The brothers of the guerrilla battalion were well hidden, and under the guidance of Yang Ling, the commander, they were able to make good use of the debris around them to camouflage themselves, and at this moment bullets were flying everywhere on the streets, but without Yang Ling's order, the brothers in the guerrilla battalion calmly did not shoot without authorization.