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Nanjing's long history is not only reflected in the Confucius Temple, the Qinhuai River, but also its stone city walls are full of history.

The so-called imperial capital, naturally is the strongest defense, after the successive dynasties of the heightened and thickened Nanjing city wall has more than 30 meters at the highest point, the lowest place is also more than 10 meters, the average thickness of four or five meters.

At the beginning of December 1938, the Nanjing city wall once again faced the baptism of war that had never been seen before, but this time it was not civil strife, but external insults.

Under the continuous shelling of the Japanese army, the ancient city wall has once again been put to the test, although it has also left large and small craters, but it is still standing.

One reason why it was miraculously not falling is that the city wall of Nanjing is pure stone.

The stone wall with a thickness of four or five meters is used as a fortification, and in terms of solidity, this wall has even surpassed the reinforced concrete fortifications that Huo Xiaoshan and the others are guarding, so even if the Japanese artillery hits it, it only brings large and small craters.

Another reason is that there are anti-aircraft guns and anti-aircraft machine guns in Nanjing that are specially designed to protect the city wall, so although government offices, ferry terminals, and station airfields have been bombed indiscriminately by the Japanese air force, the Japanese planes no longer dare to dive and drop bombs on the city wall after being knocked down in the bombing of the city wall, so the powerful aerial bombs did not bring great damage to the city wall.

It's just a pity that although the city wall exists, the defense line of Nanjing City no longer exists at this time.

Rujiangmen, the road leading to the river.

The streets to Rujiangmen were crowded with retreating **** soldiers and fleeing people, looking down from above, there were black wriggling human heads everywhere.

Zhou Liebao was in this crowd of people at this time, pushed by the people behind him, moving slowly and mechanically.

The gunshot wound to his shoulder and leg had been bandaged to stop the bleeding, but he had lost so much blood that he had never felt weaker than he had ever been, and every movement of his body from the place burned by the flames brought him a heart-rending pain.

He was injured while guarding the Kohwa Gate the day before yesterday.

At that time, Huamen was broken through twice by the Japanese army, and although the Japanese troops who entered the city were annihilated, there were still a small number of remnants of the enemy hidden in the city gate hole.

In the middle of the night of the same day, Zhou Liebao led the death squad to throw the gasoline oil drum into the door hole from the arrow tower, set fire to the enemy, and personally led the team to open the city gate, and the **** soldiers under the rope in the city flanked back and forth, and "wrapped dumplings" in the Japanese army inside.

During the battle, Zhou Liebao was also burned by the flames, which made his body extremely weak, but at this time, Zhou Liebao's mood was more anger.

In the positional warfare, although the **** is at an absolute disadvantage, this is obvious, and the regiment led by himself has suffered heavy losses, but the position is still held, and Guanghuamen is still under the control of our army.

But today, the commander's department ordered a retreat, and when he sent someone to contact the commander's department again, he got a report that other troops had begun to retreat, and the Japanese army had already entered the city.

At the beginning of the retreat, when he met other troops, he learned that not only the Guanghua Gate where he was located, but also the other Zhonghua Gate, Zhongshan Gate and Shuixi Gate had not been breached, and even the first and second peaks of the Purple Mountain were still in his hands, and the Wulong Mountain Fortress had not even made formal fire contact with the Japanese army, and the strategic support point of the Nanjing garrison was still there, so why did he retreat?!

At the beginning, the chief official department said that it would defend Nanjing for three months, and when the periphery was attacked by the Japanese army and retreated, it said that it would fight a bloody battle for a month, vowing to live and die with Nanjing.

But why did everything change overnight, but they had to retreat, and the ****'s habit of retreating turned a retreat into a rout.

The situation had become irreversible at the moment when the retreat was ordered.

The retreat of the prefect's department without formulating a detailed retreat plan has already made Zhou Liebao angry, and the situation in front of him has made Zhou Liebao angry.

Because there was a shootout at the city gate in front of him, a shootout between **** soldiers!

Listening to the people in front, the troops guarding the gate did not receive the order from Shangfeng to allow them to retreat, and started a shootout with the troops who were eager to retreat from the front line, and the familiar sound of the Czech-style light machine gun should have sounded not far from the street in front of Zhou Liebao against the invaders.

Behind Zhou Liebao, there were still countless soldiers and civilians who merged into the fleeing ranks.

The crowd is getting more and more crowded, you don't need to ask to know, the Japanese army must have entered the city, which can be felt from the closer and closer gunfire and grenade explosions, this must be the **** troops trying to get rid of the pursuit of the Japanese army or carry out the last spontaneous resistance.

However, it is conceivable that the destruction of the city of Nanjing is inevitable, and a battle in which nearly 200,000 people participate, and a battle of dozens of people and hundreds of people sometimes cannot even be counted as a local battle.

Yes, the city of Nanking was broken, to be precise, at the time when the commander's headquarters began to retreat, and not when they notified their subordinate troops to begin the retreat.

Because although the Governor's Department notified the ministers, many of the Governors had already taken the lead in running to the direction of Xiaguan to flee for their lives without notifying the subordinates.

Knowing that the people in front of them were squeezing backwards with all their might, although they were in a hurry to flee for their lives, no one wanted to bump into the muzzle of their own people's guns.

The people in the back, who didn't know what was ahead, squeezed forward desperately, trying to escape before the Japanese arrived.

But as more and more people fled, the crowd as a whole was still moving slowly, and the crowd was getting more and more crowded, and all the people no longer cared about the men, women, children, soldiers, and people, and they were all leaning forward little by little with their chests against their backs.

Zhou Liebao didn't have the strength to squeeze like others, he was weak, angry, and helpless to go with the flow.

Just when Zhou Liebao was squeezed by the people behind him, he was still about twenty meters away from the corner of the street, the crowd in front suddenly let out a coaxing sound, and everyone rushed forward, and the situation was like a flood that had been held for a long time, breaking through the embankment.

"Run, no more guns ahead!" Countless people in front shouted, and after a brief blank in their minds, the people behind instinctively rushed forward without thinking.

Zhou Liebao's reaction was not slow, he also ran forward, no, to be precise, he was rushed out by the flow of people behind.

But his body was too weak, and he struggled through the crowd, trying to keep his balance from being overwhelmed by the crowd.

Just as he was turning the corner through the street, he jumped under his feet and fell forward.

His chin hit the heel of the person in front of him hard, and at this time, Zhou Liebao had not forgotten to glance at the "thing" that knocked him down with his residual vision, which was the corpse of a **** soldier.

As soon as Zhou Liebao thought that this soldier was blocked by his own people at the city gate and shot to death, countless feet stepped on him behind him!

The footsteps are so dense, the footsteps are so hurried and heavy, and it also shatters Zhou Liebao's last bit of fantasy of trying to get up, it's over, I wasn't killed by the devil, but I was trampled to death by my own people, what a special nest!

This was Zhou Liebao's last consciousness, and then his entire world collapsed in the sound of roaring footsteps. (To be continued.) )