The fierce white light reflected the burning city, and the huge reverberation of artillery fire seemed to shatter people's eardrums. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The shells exploded at the head of the wall with a sharp whistling, and the bricks and stones rushed towards them, and the walls were as fragile as paper paste, and they collapsed with huge smoke and dust, and many Chinese soldiers who were squatting under the wall to shoot disappeared at once, as if falling into a lake in the dark night.

Bullets swooped in with long lines of fire, shattering the living bodies into the charred stakes and blood-stained dirt.

More than 30,000 elite Japanese troops armed to the teeth were the first to march into the city of Nanjing, and they were divided into countless attack detachments and search and sweeping detachments, like jackals, smashing windows and kicking doors, killing and plundering unscrupulously.

The gendarmerie and police under the command of Xiao Shanling were still engaged in fierce street fighting with the Japanese army to cover the evacuation of the people on the river beach, and they had been fighting for five hours since nightfall.

Xiao Shanling was like an ordinary soldier at this moment, holding the captured 38 big cover rifle in his hand, and struggling to pull the bolt to shoot.

The gendarmes and policemen were almost gone, the original battalion and company commanders had all been killed an hour or two earlier, and those who were still alive were spontaneously resisting everywhere.

Now there is no point in commanding, there are not many remaining brothers, they have been sent out by Xiao Shan's order, three or five people occupy a building or a room, and fight for themselves, causing the Japanese army to pay a great price for every step forward.

There were dead bodies in the streets, both Chinese and Japanese, who were still in their dying postures, scuffling with bayonets still stuck in their bodies.

Japanese artillery shells fell on the streets from time to time, and the dense corpses were suddenly blown up into the sky, setting off a rain of blood, and the stench mixed with the strong smell of blood made people sick.

The wrecked Japanese tanks on the street were dumped crookedly in the ditch, crackling and burning, and had been burned to charcoal, and the gasoline and explosions caused the Japanese to lose more than a dozen tanks in this street.

Behind the pothole-ridden street, more than 1,000 well-dressed Japanese soldiers were half-crouching on the ground with 38 rifles, waiting for orders from their commanders.

They were newly reinforced, the Japanese soldier's gloves were snow-white, the collar of his shirt was also neat, and his facial expression was extremely solemn when he looked at the street under the firelight.

On this blood-riddled street with a mountain of corpses, hundreds of elite Japanese soldiers from the three squadrons that had left here in advance had been shattered, while the Chinese soldiers who had run out of ammunition and food were still holding on, which shocked and angered him.

"Attack!" The Japanese soldier Shao Zuo pulled out the snow bright saber on his waist and ordered in a deep voice.

After receiving the order, the more than 1,000 elite Japanese soldiers behind him rushed like a tide to the glittering neighborhoods and alleys, cowhide military boots trampling on the corpses, sticky blood creaking.

This group of Japanese troops from Tangshan did not sweep the rest of the troops in the city, but pointed directly at the river beach, trying to intercept the fleeing Nanjing soldiers and civilians, but they did not expect to encounter unprecedentedly strong resistance here.

These elites of the Japanese army, they rushed forward like a tide, with the butts of their guns on their shoulders, and while they continued to approach forward, they divided into countless squads and drilled into the blackened and dilapidated houses on both sides, and the small buildings began to sweep.

Bang dang!

A Japanese soldier kicked open the wooden door full of holes with his foot, and with a loud bang, the whole door collapsed, and a puff of dust rose up.

The other four Japanese soldiers immediately rushed into the dark room with bayonets, and with the help of the firelight outside, they could see several Chinese soldiers with gray faces standing against the wall.

The blood on the Chinese soldiers had solidified into a dark red, the gray cotton uniforms were scorched black from the countless holes that had been broken, and they were tired and hungry, holding their rifles that had run out of bullets, and they were leaning close together, staring at the five Japanese soldiers who broke into the house.

"Yikes!" Seeing clearly that these Chinese soldiers were still alive, the leading Japanese commander suddenly bared his teeth and roared, and rushed over with a bayonet.

The remaining Japanese soldiers also rushed forward with their bright bayonets.

"Kill—" One of the Chinese soldiers let out a low roar in his throat, and they were holding a depleted rifle and colliding with the Japanese soldiers.

"Poof!"

The sharp bayonet of the Japanese commander stabbed a hole in the body of a Chinese soldier and then nailed it hard to the wall.

The Chinese soldier's face was distorted in pain, and he clutched the bayonet that had sunk into his body, otherwise the Japanese army pulled it out, and the two sides fell into a stalemate.

The Japanese soldier tried to pull out the bayonet in front of him, but the bayonet was grabbed to death, and the dying Chinese soldier suddenly bit off the nose of the Japanese soldier fiercely, blood gushed out, and the Japanese soldier let out a terrible scream, and the Chinese soldier also slipped and fell to the ground, his eyes were dimming and losing his brilliance.

The Japanese soldiers and the Chinese soldiers guarding the room scuffled as they fought hard in the cramped space, muffled grunts, the clatter of rifle butts against steel helmets, and the popping of bayonets piercing into the body.

The Japanese were slightly superior in terms of physical fitness and weaponry, and these weak Chinese soldiers soon all fell to the ground.

The two surviving Japanese soldiers pulled their bayonets out of the corpses, and the snow bayonets were already dripping blood from the tip of the blades, and they looked at the three comrades who had died in battle, and were greatly shocked, they did not expect those scrawny Chinese soldiers to burst out with such strength before they died.

More than 1,000 elite Japanese soldiers swept along the streets, and from time to time there were fierce fighting and roars from the buildings and courtyards on both sides, but soon fell silent again, and the corpses of Chinese soldiers were dragged out and thrown into the streets, and they all fought to their deaths.

In this cold night, the glorious Chinese military police and police defended the city in such a way that the Japanese army paid a great price for every step forward.

Bang!

The dull sound of gunfire still rang out from time to time, Xiao Shanling, who had two knife wounds, lay down in the pile of corpses, constantly shooting at the approaching Japanese soldiers, and from time to time Japanese soldiers were shot and fell to the ground, but more Japanese soldiers stepped on the corpses and forced them over.

The gendarmes and policemen who were lying around Xiao Shanling also mechanically pulled the bolt to shoot, but they were quickly killed by the bullets fired by the Japanese army, and there were fewer and fewer people alive around Xiao Shanling.

"Sir Xiao, our gendarmes are not ashamed." A bloodied gendarme, running out of bullets, silently picked up a bayonet and loaded it with a click.

Xiao Shanling looked at these frail brothers, and his eyes were red: "You are glorious gendarmes and the pride of the party-state."

"Sir Xiao, I... We police are not bad breeds. ”

Xiao Shanling looked at the policeman with blood gushing in his chest, and choked up: "You are not bad seeds, we will fight devils together in the next life!"

Xiao Shanling stood up with his rifle, and the weak gendarmes and policemen around him also struggled to get up, they shook violently, as if they would be blown down by a gust of wind, but they did not fall, they were the backbone of the Chinese.

The steel helmets of the Japanese troops gleamed in the light of the fire, and they were crowded along the swarthy streets, and the dozens of remaining gendarmes and policemen were not afraid of anything.

"Brethren, we have been on the defensive, we are retreating, and today we will attack again." Xiao Shanling slowly picked up the bayonet, and his gaze became more determined than ever.

"Sir Xiao, we'll follow you."

"Attack!" Dozens of remaining soldiers, armed with bayonets and shouting, launched a charge against the Japanese army under the leadership of Xiao Shanling.

"Dada-da-"

"Bang-bang-"

The line of fire intertwined with bullets swept over, and the charging brethren rushed forward one after another, drenched in blood, and they fell on the way to the charge.

Xiao Shanling was shot several times and stood still, supporting himself with the butt of his gun until the Japanese rushed up and stabbed him to the ground, and General Xiao Shanling was martyred.

The martyrs are loyal to the bones, and the people will always remember!