"Please give me another chance! I'm going to stand on that section of the Nanjing city wall and cut myself! Hideo Nagagawa lowered his head and said stubbornly.

Jiro Kazaka glared at him for a long time and did not speak.

Matsushita Tsuru next to him hurriedly persuaded: "There is a hole in the defense of Guanghua Gate, and their reinforcements have not come up yet......"

"Please give me a chance, I'm going to climb that section of the wall!" Hideo Nagagawa said loudly.

"Bastard, our main target is the city gates!" Jiro Kazaka said angrily. The negligence of a light enemy in Changchuan cost the lives of hundreds of imperial soldiers. If it weren't for his father, he would have killed him on the spot.

"There's a gap in that section of the wall, and you can set up an attack point over there." Panasonic Tsuru friends are busy and solve the siege.

"Please let me go!" Changchuan bowed his head and bowed down.

……

Yi Anhua was in the hidden fortifications within the city wall, and he was secretly surprised when he looked around the equipment of the first battalion. This is a battalion, and if it weren't for the lack of manpower, these machine guns alone would have been worth a regiment of others. At this time, the first battalion, except for a few guard posts, entered the fortifications within the city walls. This is still a fortification made by the Central Army before, and it is no problem to defend against ordinary artillery.

Even the people on the nearby city wall withdrew, and as soon as they retreated, the retaliatory artillery of the man himself bombarded him. In the overwhelming artillery bombardment, there will be no soldiers behind him for the time being.

"That's it!" Yi Anhua thought of the order given to them to transport ammunition before, and a wry smile appeared on his face inexplicably.

"What's going on? The local militia was so strong that it only lost twelve men and strangled two squadrons of about 400 people. Although it happened suddenly and the equipment was better, it was also incredible. We fought desperately for a long time, and a regiment was almost exhausted, and the number of people killed was not more than half of them! Alas! What's going on? Yi Anhua sighed in his heart and walked out of the fortifications. I happened to see a guard sentry of the first battalion cowering as best he could behind the mouth of a battlement, his shrunken body was so thin under the large fireworks of artillery fire, but his eyes were always fixed on the trench sticking out of the battlement.

He shook his head slightly, remembering the report he was going to call his boss, and he couldn't help but have a headache.

"Local militias? Vanguard? Alas! ”

The battlefield was halted only for a moment after the artillery fire had calmed down, and the battle continued in all parts of the place, except for the section guarded by the first battalion. The city gate was particularly intense, and the dead bodies on both sides did not have time to be moved, so it became a simple fortification to avoid bullets and artillery fire. No one stood up to accuse this, maybe the next moment, it will be himself who lies on the ground and dodges bullets for his comrades.

"Him*, reinforcements! Hurry up, I want reinforcements. There are no reinforcements, give me the local militia. Such a shout had already appeared in Yi Anhua's ears, and the news of the first battalion of the vanguard army had spread throughout the battlefield, and the morale was greatly boosted, and many people began to look forward to the strength of the local militia group. Even though they were aware of the fragility of the local militias, the first camp gave them a little hope at this time.

The section of the wall defended by the 1st Battalion had been blown apart by artillery fire, and many of the battlements had been flattened. Two of the four guard sentries of the 1st Battalion also died. But the remaining two discovered the devil in time and began to attack again.

Changchuan gambled everything he had, and the remaining two squadrons were no longer enough to pose a threat to the section of the city wall with a large row of machine guns. In order to wash away his shame, Nagagawa borrowed the strength of his family and finally seconded two squadrons of the Hiraga Brigade. With the support of a squadron of artillery seconded by the commander of the artillery wing, Hideya Serikawa, a new round of attacks began.

It was still the artillery who opened the way, and as he wished, the gap became even wider. If you blow it up there again, you can climb directly to the city wall.

In the first round of tentative attacks, Nagagawa rarely sent only one squadron, constantly concealing and probing, without using the tide flow that he is good at, and pressed all of them. The grenadiers were also prepared long ago, lined up in a row, ready to deal with the sharpshooters and machine guns that appeared.

Far away, the machine gun did not appear.

"Phew!" A stream of blood erupted from the forehead of one of the soldiers, and he fell backwards.

"Bah, bah!" A few more sounds followed, and a succession of soldiers fell.

It was still the sharpshooter who was unleashing the cold gun, but the accurate hit rate made people's hearts chill. Especially watching the acquaintances splash around them and bloom their last lives, this pressure is enough to paralyze this cold feeling to the heels.

Nagagawa clenched his hands gripping the command knife, and out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Yanagi Qingmen, who had nominally taken his place in command. The power of this sharpshooter is indeed great, and the target is also a choice of surnames, and officers and machine gunners and grenadiers make them the first choice. If it goes on like this, on the way to attack slowly, without waiting under the city wall, just these dozen sharpshooters, a squadron can be slowly consumed more than half.

"Grenadier!" There was no need for him to repeat it, but by the time the third soldier fell, the grenadiers that had already been prepared had already begun to be fired.

Smoke rose on the city walls, and the grenadiers of many veterans were so accurate that they could hit every battlement.

A sniper rifle fell from the castle tower, and with a bang, the lens of the sniper scope was shattered, but Snake Twenty-One lay motionless on the battlement, and the main artery on his neck cut by shrapnel from the grenadier was bubbling with the same bright red blood, flowing zigzag along the ancient city wall, and a thin red line had been winding to the ground.

The continuous bombardment of grenadiers greatly reduced the sniper's fire, and the 1st Squadron had advanced not far from the city walls.

Changchuan held the binoculars and carefully looked at the results of the grenadier, and the sudden and violent blow should not have been a light loss on the other side. Thinking of the scene when he was about to cut off the head of the opposing commander, the corners of his mouth slowly curled again.

"Be careful!" Yanagi Qingmen shouted, and immediately dragged Changchuan down.

"Boom!" There was a loud bang, and blood oozed from Changchuan's ears.

"Mortar!" Changchuan suddenly realized that they were already a little closer to the city wall just now.

"Yagyu,...... Yanagi-kun! "Yanagi Qingmen was already on the ground, and the mortar shell was very close to them. At that time, Yanagi Qingmen found out in time, but he could avoid it and not be hurt too much, but he didn't know what to think at the time, so he chose to pull Changchuan.

If Changchuan died, the anger brought by the family behind him would definitely affect him.

"My brother, take care of ......, please!" He is not as strong as Xiaoqiang in film and television works, but he still insists on finishing a sentence. He knew that even if Changchuan was defeated, he would at most hide in the shadow of the family. His strong maternal line was also enough to keep his favored eldest son's surname alive.

Looking at the willow green gate in his arms, who was already motionless, Changchuan roared violently, turned around, and said angrily at the herald who was also covered with blood: "Keep shelling!" ”

At this time, on the city tower, while leaning over to help transfer the mortars, Huang Huamin, who was self-satisfied, grinned: "I say, it's better to fire at those ostentatious officers, and three shells will fall into one piece!" Do they really think that our cannon is not working? ”

After being proud, he looked at the six German 80mm three or four mortars with shining eyes, and then asked Niu Yi next to him: "Tell me, how many good things do you have?" ”