Standing far away inside the bunker, Sixth Division Commander Tani Hisao watched his cavalry regiment of over two thousand men vanish into thin air in the blink of an eye.

He couldn't hold back any longer and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He had been too stimulated today, one surprise after another.

This was just too much.

The cavalry regiment of nearly two thousand men was about to open the gates of Nanjing when suddenly, the situation reversed; it turned out to be a trap set by the defending army.

All that talk about luring the tiger from the mountain and the Thirty-Six Stratagems was just deceitful.

Only one thing was true: the defending army on the opposite side was too cunning.

The annihilation of the Sixth Division's cavalry regiment immediately reversed the situation for both sides who were engaged in bayonet combat.

The Nationalist soldiers of the 618th and 543rd Regiments, who had just felt they had no way out, suddenly had their morale boosted.

Although the battle on the city wall wasn't fought by them, they still played a part.

Now the battle here depended entirely on them.

These soldiers followed the shouts of the Special Operations Company soldiers, coordinated their steps, and roared.

It seemed to increase their strength, and the Japanese devils could no longer resist such bayoneting.

Nishikō Ryōta, commander of the 23rd Regiment, couldn't believe his eyes as he witnessed the demise of the Sixth Cavalry Regiment.

Not to mention his soldiers, even he himself felt deflated.

Just now, the morale of his regiment was as high as a balloon, and now it had deflated just as much.

The higher their morale had risen, the heavier it now fell.

Commander Nishikō Ryōta watched his soldiers begin to flee, and he didn't even bother to stop them.

"It's over!" was the only thought in his mind.

It was as if the fate of the entire empire depended on whether they could capture Nanjing today.

Division Commander Tani Hisao, who had vomited blood in the command post, felt his heart turn to ashes.

He bitterly instructed his Chief of Staff, Hagiwara Ikkaku, "I have no face to live any longer. I will commit seppuku and apologize to the Emperor."

Chief of Staff Hagiwara Ikkaku quickly dissuaded him, "Commander, even if our division enters the city a little later, we will still be the first to enter.

It's just a cavalry regiment. We still have four infantry regiments. If we concentrate all of them here, we will definitely be able to capture it.

Weren't all the defending troops lured out of the city by our forces?

As long as Commander Nishikō Ryōta holds on for a little longer, and another regiment arrives, these defending troops will never be able to return."

Tani Hisao's desire to commit seppuku and apologize was just a momentary impulse.

Now that he was stopped and persuaded by his chief of staff, he immediately understood: yes, it was just a cavalry regiment that was lost.

His strength was still there, and he didn't need to worry at all.

With this thought in mind, he immediately said gratefully to his chief of staff, "Thank you, Hagiwara-kun!"

When he looked at the battlefield again, he almost vomited another mouthful of blood.

The battle on the front lines, which had just been evenly matched, had turned into a one-sided massacre.

The imperial soldiers were now being slaughtered like pigs by the defending army.

The soldiers of the entire Nishikō Ryōta Regiment had already deserted, and they were all fleeing.

The defending soldiers were chasing after the Nishikō Ryōta Regiment, and now they were no longer using bayonets.

Instead, they began to shoot the fleeing soldiers; this was not a battle, it was purely an execution!

Division Commander Tani Hisao could now accept defeat, but he couldn't accept being massacred in this unresisting manner.

The Special Operations Company soldiers had already begun to clear the battlefield.

Weapons and ammunition were the first priority to be recovered.

They had come across many good things dropped by the Nishikō Ryōta Regiment during their charge.

Infantry guns, mortars, heavy machine guns, and light machine guns had not had time to be taken off the battlefield.

Now they all belonged to the Special Operations Company.

Regimental Commanders Wan Shi Jiong and Hua Yuze didn't stay on the battlefield for even a minute after repelling the Japanese devils.

They immediately led their soldiers back.

Regimental Commander Hua Yuze realized that his duty was to defend the city walls.

He had been startled by the cavalry regiment's surprise attack just now, and now that he could retreat, he immediately took the opportunity.

Today's battle had been really enjoyable!

It could be seen from the faces of his soldiers that they hadn't smiled like this in many days.

This joy came from the bottom of their hearts, and there was no pretense involved.

Regimental Commander Wan Shi Jiong was in such a hurry to return because he wanted to see what kind of mysterious weapon Company Commander Lin had used behind his back that had caused thousands of Japanese devils to fall to the ground all at once.

When he arrived at the slope, he encountered a group of Special Operations Company soldiers dividing up the warhorses.

Regimental Commander Wan carefully examined the warhorses that had fallen to the ground, as well as the Japanese cavalrymen.

He discovered that their wounds were like bullet heads entering their bodies one by one.

However, every dead Japanese devil and warhorse had been hit by many bullets.

Some Japanese devils had even been hit by more than a dozen bullets, which was unscientific!

Soon he discovered many iron pellets on the slope.

Looking at the size of these iron pellets and comparing them with the size of the Japanese devils' wounds, he understood that this was the weapon!

Regimental Commander Hua Yuze led his soldiers toward their city gate, and the scenes they saw along the way were shocking.

They had carved out this battlefield themselves. When they were fighting fiercely just now, they had only focused on what was in front of them and had not looked at the overall situation.

Now, as they turned back and charged along the way, they saw Japanese corpses everywhere on the five-hundred-meter road, lying scattered on the ground.

Fu Heya was an ordinary soldier in the 543rd Regiment and a veteran who had participated in the Battle of Shanghai.

He looked at the corpses all over the ground and smacked his lips in surprise, "Damn! We were too fierce today. So many Japanese devils died. We finally avenged our brothers."

Platoon Leader Ni Dehui chimed in, "I didn't feel anything when I was fighting the Japanese devils just now, but now when I turn around, I see so many dead Japanese devils all at once.

If we could have a few more battles like this, the Japanese devils wouldn't be able to stand it."

Regimental Commander Hua Yuze was also in a very good mood at this time and laughed, "The Japanese devils have a small territory and a small population. They can't withstand such continuous consumption at all.

Brothers! As long as we persevere and kill more Japanese devils, these Japanese devils are bound to be finished."

The officers and soldiers of the 543rd Regiment had now arrived at the slope where the city wall had collapsed.

Looking at the warhorse corpses and Japanese corpses lying all over the ground and slope, the scene here was much more tragic than what they had seen along the way.

There were at least a dozen small streams of blood on the slope, slowly flowing into the gaps where the wall had collapsed.

These small red streams were only a few meters long, and the longer ones were more than twenty meters long, winding and flowing down the slope.

This blood had flowed out of the warhorses and Japanese devils lying on the slope.

Regimental Commander Hua Yuze pointed to these blood-filled gullies, "Blood flowing like rivers! Brothers, look, we can tell our descendants in the future that we, your ancestors, fought the Japanese devils on the city wall of Zhonghua Gate in Nanjing, and their blood flowed like rivers.

We Chinese people, as ancestors, have never yielded, and we have been fighting all along."

Wan Shi Jiong saw that the Special Operations Company soldiers had cleared the battlefield, and even the leather shoes on the feet of the Japanese devils had been taken off.

Back on the city wall, Wan Shi Jiong specifically asked Lin Fan, "What's the use of you guys collecting the leather shoes and clothes from the feet and bodies of those Japanese devils?"

"Sell them to make money!" Seeing that Regimental Commander Wan couldn't understand, Regimental Commander Hua Yuze also didn't understand.

Lin Fan said with a smile, "I'm just a company-level unit, and Division Commander Sun only gave me an allocation of one hundred and sixty-five people.

But there are now one thousand five hundred and sixty-five people in my company!

Every move costs money."

Wan Shi Jiong sized up Lin Fan carefully, "So you're a small warlord who can afford to support such a strong team."

Lin Fan smiled wryly, "If Commander Chiang were willing to give me a full allocation for these thousand-plus people, I wouldn't want to be like this either."

Wan Shi Jiong thought silently, "This young man is very cunning. He doesn't blush at all when he tells lies.

He can say lies without batting an eye.

If you were willing to give up your current identity, the Commander would be willing to give you a division, right!"

He had just discovered the difference between the Special Operations Company and his regiment.

No matter what kind of actions or changes there were on the city wall, the soldiers of the Special Operations Company never looked back when they were fighting fiercely.

They had always been like that, stubbornly stabbing the Japanese devils with their bayonets.

When this team was fighting, they really did what the ancients said: Mount Tai collapsing in front of them doesn't startle them, and they don't even blink when a deer springs up to the left or right.

Regimental Commander Wan Shi Jiong was a little puzzled in his heart: could it really be because this team has faith in their hearts?

Now he has a bit of an impulse to understand the kind of ideals that Lin Fan's Special Operations Company believes in.

However, Regimental Commander Wan knows that it's a high-voltage line. In the National Army, corruption and cowardice can be committed, but the issue of the line cannot be violated.

Forcibly suppressing the curiosity in his heart, he looked at the iron pellets in Regimental Commander Hua Yuze's hand, "What are these?"

Regimental Commander Hua Yuze shook the iron pellets in his hand, "I found a lot of these little things on this slope. I don't know how to use them, so I specially came to Company Commander Lin to ask for advice."

Lin Fan said with a smile, "Just a little gadget, there's no need to be so serious about asking for advice.

This is a kind of bomb used by our company. We put some of these iron pellets on the side of the explosive pack facing the Japanese devils.

We use them as fragments after the explosion to strike the Japanese devils."

Regimental Commander Wan pointed in surprise at the Japanese devils and warhorses lying on the ground, "These were all killed by this kind of iron pellet bomb?"

Lin Fan nodded with a smile, "That's right!"

Seeing the two regimental commanders who were full of thirst for knowledge, Lin Fan smiled and asked Feng Junya to take out a directional mine.

He personally demonstrated to the two regimental commanders how to make it, how to choose the position to place the bomb, and how to maximize the power of the bomb.

Hearing that this bomb could cause damage to a range of one hundred meters in front, the eyes of the two regimental commanders lit up.

They were not like the Special Operations Company, especially the 543rd Regiment, which was a specially taken care of regiment. Applying for some of these things was as easy as turning over their hand.

Even if the 618th Regiment couldn't compare to Hua Yuze's regiment, Wan Shi Jiong's name was also remembered by the Emperor during this Battle of Jiangyin Fortress.

It was completely no problem to ask for some explosives and iron pellets.

The two regimental commanders immediately decided that they would also make a batch of them.

Seeing that the Special Operations Company used the military uniforms stripped from the Japanese devils to make the outside of the explosive packs, and made them well, tightly packing the iron pellets, Regimental Commander Wan said admiringly, "Company Commander Lin! If you were to go into business, you wouldn't be able to avoid getting rich!"

Lin Fan said with a smile, "Okay! When we drive away the Japanese devils, I'll specialize in opening a store for buying and selling second-hand goods.

Regimental Commander Wan must come and patronize it then!"

Regimental Commanders Wan Shi Jiong and Hua Yuze both laughed.

They immediately ordered the soldiers to collect the two things that Lin Fan had just mentioned.

Chen Sichuan watched his squad move the collected materials down the city, and a flower bloomed on his face.

Today was another day of great harvest. He had picked up some machine guns and artillery again.

There were even more rifles and sabers. They didn't waste anything from the warhorses, and they took everything down.

They didn't let go of the saddles and reins, and they couldn't do without the clothes and shoes of those soldiers, which were used as protective gear.

Now there was still plenty of time, and the Special Operations Company soldiers began to divide up the warhorses on the battlefield.

For a time, the gap in Zhonghua Gate stank to high heaven. No matter what, the horse lungs had to be taken out, which was the company commander's favorite.

It had also become the final dish for the Special Operations Company soldiers after repelling the Japanese devil cavalry.

Ji Wudi had already broadcast the news that the company commander was going to make horse jerky. Her original intention was to have these soldiers cut the meat as well as possible when dividing it, to make it neat and tidy, and not too fragmented.

The Special Operations Company soldiers obviously didn't think so. When they heard that they could make jerky, they cherished the warhorses. They tried not to let go of a single piece of horse meat.

By cutting off one more piece, they could eat one more piece of jerky.

Lin Fan said to Regimental Commander Wan and Regimental Commander Hua, "You guys should also get some horse meat to take back, stew it and eat it, it's not bad."

The two regimental commanders then woke up as if from a dream: the Special Operations Company soldiers were all mobilized to divide up the warhorses, and it turned out that they were using it to eat!

The two regimental commanders obviously didn't have much interest in these; the logistics supplies of their two regiments were all taken care of by special personnel.

They didn't need the two regimental commanders to worry about it.

Division Commander Tani Hisao of the Sixth Division, who was attacking in this direction, saw this scene on the opposite side, and was so angry that he vomited another mouthful of blood.

"Where are my troops? Where is my artillery? Bombard them for me!

I want to blow them all to death in that place!"

Commander Minokage Shunta of the Sixth Field Artillery Regiment had just received the order to bombard the defending army on the city wall.

Having been bombarded once by the Special Operations Company's heavy artillery squad, he didn't have the ability to immediately organize a bombardment of the defending army at this time.

After receiving the order, Field Artillery Commander Minokage Shunta had to regretfully report, "The Sixth Field Regiment will not be able to provide support to other units within an hour."

Knowing that the field artillery regiment could not provide artillery support to the attacking troops, even Division Commander Tani Hisao, who had already vomited blood three times, understood that it was useless to get angry.

He had said that he knew the Thirty-Six Stratagems, and he wasn't just bragging.

The division commander had really studied many war books and took a few deep breaths.

After calming down his mood, the calm Tani Hisao finally gave the order normally, "The Twenty-Third Regiment will rest in place, and let them charge in the front the next time they attack.

The entire Eleventh Brigade will prepare to attack Zhonghua Gate and temporarily abandon the attack on Shuixi Gate."

Today he was going to focus on attacking Zhonghua Gate.

This wasn't acting on impulse!

Instead, it was a decision he made after calm consideration. The gap in the city wall of Zhonghua Gate had become the best springboard for climbing the city wall.

The defending army on the opposite side had no way to flatten this slope.

As long as this slope was still there, it would be much easier to climb the city wall.

If the tanks of his division had not been completely destroyed, it would have been best to let the tanks charge up at this time.

He wouldn't think about the things he didn't have now!

Division Commander Tani Hisao was waiting for the troops he had transferred to arrive quickly.

For the time being, the front of Zhonghua Gate calmed down, with only the Special Operations Company soldiers busy dividing up the warhorses.

While things were calm on the Zhonghua Gate side, battles were raging in other parts of the city of Nanjing.

The officers and soldiers on the Wulong Mountain Fort were operating the artillery to bombard the Sixteenth Division, which was attacking from Yaohuamen.

Fort Commander Xue Jiana pointed at the Japanese devils who were attacking Heping Gate and ordered loudly, "Aim at the Japanese devils' tanks and fire!"

The Japanese devils' tanks were rumbling toward the city wall of Nanjing.

Uemoto Haruhito was advancing with five tanks behind him. He was ordered by Division Commander Ogisu Rihyō to go and support the Sixteenth Division.

Wulong Mountain Fort guarded the Yangtze River to the north and supported Nanjing to the south. The terrain was quite dangerous.

This fort was one of the key fortresses built by the Nanjing government, and all the steel and cement used were imported from Germany like the Jiangyin Fortress.

The construction was also carried out entirely under the guidance of German consultants, and there was no shoddy workmanship at all.

This could be considered one of the models of construction.

The fort not only had fortress artillery but also a regiment of the Sixty-Sixth Army stationed here for defense.

The Sixteenth Division had tried to attack it several times but had been blocked by this regiment of the Thirty-Sixth Division relying on the danger.

Division Commander Nakajima Kesago personally inspected this position: if he insisted on attacking it, it would at least delay his attack on Nanjing by one day.

This was greatly detrimental to his plan to be the first to enter Nanjing.

And he could also see that there were not many officers and soldiers on this fort, and they could only protect themselves. It was impossible for them to rush out of this fort and pose a threat to him.

He left two companies here to prevent the officers and soldiers on the fortress from rushing out and making trouble, and ordered the main force to continue to attack forward.

Division Commander Nakajima Kesago had to let his troops temporarily abandon the attack on the Wulong Mountain Fort and directly attack the city wall of Nanjing.

He knew very well that as long as he broke through the city of Nanjing, this small fort would not be able to hold out at all.

Even so, he still requested the air force to bomb the Wulong Mountain Fort.

As long as they could interfere with the artillery on the fort and prevent them from firing a few shots from time to time to disrupt his attacking troops.

Soldiers of the Infantry Ninth Regiment were fully attacking Heping Gate. Colonel Katagiri Gorō, the regimental commander, looked at Heping Gate and said resentfully, "We have been attacking for two days, and there is still no progress.

The heavy artillery has been assigned to the other side again.

If I had heavy artillery support, I would have attacked into the city of Nanjing long ago."

Although he was making suggestions, his command of the troops was not ambiguous at all. The entire regiment of more than four thousand people was attacking vigorously.

Regimental Commander Katagiri Gorō arranged for a company to attack each time, and each company would retreat after attacking for an hour.

Now it was Ōshima Yō's company that was attacking. The company commander was directing the soldiers of three platoons to charge toward Heping Gate.

There were many houses outside the city wall, and the owners of these houses had long fled to who knows where.

The people had run away! But the houses were still there!

These houses had become the best natural bunkers for the Japanese devils attacking the city wall.

Company Commander Ōshima Yō carefully poked his head out along the edges of these houses, which had already become ruins, to observe the situation in front of him.

The city wall here at Heping Gate had not been bombarded by the Japanese devils' heavy artillery, so it was still relatively complete. If these Japanese devils wanted to climb the city wall, they had to use siege ladders.

The Miyadera Hayato platoon was carrying two siege ladders and charging toward the city wall again.

There was already a very high pile of these broken siege ladders under the city wall. He didn't know why the defending army on the city hadn't burned those ladders piled under the city at this time.

Maybe they haven't realized the real danger yet!

The Miyadera Hayato platoon charged in front, followed by two other platoons. This company was trying to climb the city wall this time.

Behind this company, the mortars of the Ninth Regiment in a house were constantly bombarding the city wall.

Shooting from this place would not be hit by the counterattack from the city wall, so it was relatively safe.

Platoon Leader Miyadera Hayato looked excitedly at this section of the city wall that had been hit by countless artillery fire. This wall was already riddled with holes.

But it had been insisting on not falling!

It was a bit like this country, which had been subjected to various forms of aggression by the great powers for so many years, and had also been plagued by warlord infighting, causing the people to live in poverty.

Even so, when faced with foreign invasion, the strength of the entire country would unite again.

While Platoon Leader Miyadera Hayato was staring at these vicissitudes of the city wall and sighing, Regiment Commander Heishi Tamiko of the 159th Division on the city wall was encouraging his soldiers:

"Brothers! The Japanese devils are nothing great. No matter how the Japanese devils on the opposite side attacked these past two days, didn't the brothers still block them outside the city?

Now we just need to persevere, and the chairman and others are transferring troops outside.

When our army comes, these Japanese devils won't be able to escape.

We are now the bait to lure the Japanese devils to take the bait. The chairman has set up a big net, just waiting for the Japanese devils to take the bait, and then catch them all in one fell swoop."

Battalion Commander Fumyou Tomosato was clear in his heart that this Nanjing was definitely not going to be able to hold out.

But he was also unwilling to think about what to do after the city was broken.

Listening to the regiment commander's speech, he dared not say anything and was unwilling to think about anything.

He just tightened the gun in his hand.

The troops had been persisting since yesterday, and now they couldn't persist any longer.

But there were no reinforcements in the city that could replace them, and his regiment still needed to persist.

Regiment Commander Heishi Tamiko had to draw a big cake for his soldiers.

He hoped that he could raise the spirits of these officers and soldiers a little.

While he was speaking, the field artillery battalion attached to the Japanese devils' Ninth Regiment had not rested.

The Japanese devils were really desperate in order to attack the city.

These artillery pieces had not stopped since noon yesterday.

They had been firing like robots.

However, these artillery pieces had a small caliber, only seventy-five millimeters, which posed a threat to the defending army on the city wall but did not cause much damage to the city wall.

Even so, Ōno Yōdai, the battalion commander, did not mean to stop. Of course, this was also what the regimental commander meant. They wanted to use the spirit of fearlessness and persist in taking this city.

Regiment Commander Heishi Tamiko had been watching since yesterday as a wave of Japanese devils was beaten down by his soldiers.

Before a quarter of an hour had passed, another wave of Japanese devils immediately started again.

It was like this from morning to night, and even at night, these Japanese devils insisted on attacking with flares.

Colonel Katagiri Gorō did not play tricks. He was honestly using a wheel battle to compete with the defending army on the city wall.

The one defending the city wall was Division Commander Tamashima Toru of the 159th Division of the Sixty-Sixth Army. He also had a headache looking at the Japanese devils' attack that disregarded casualties.

In fact, for the defending army, they still had the advantage of the terrain.

However, more than half of the troops were new recruits, and the veterans had been fighting continuously for three months without rest.

They were already exhausted.

And the Japanese devils' offensive was too fierce, and they never stopped.

If this continued, they wouldn't be able to hold out for three days!

Tamashima Toru was secretly assessing this in his heart.

At this time, Regiment Commander Seko Yasushi was also looking at the Japanese devils outside the city wall and loudly encouraging the soldiers: Persist! Beat back this wave of Japanese devils.

The Japanese devils on the opposite side of him had been attacking since six o'clock in the morning, and they had been entangled in battle until two o'clock in the afternoon.

This kind of non-stop attack was completely a war of attrition!

However, after throwing down many corpses, these attacking Japanese devils were still able to maintain vigorous energy to charge.

Regiment Commander Seko also tried to withdraw a battalion of the defending troops to rest so that he could fight a protracted war.

Fortunately, the Japanese devils' attack on the section he was defending was fierce, but the Japanese devils' firepower was not much stronger than his troops.

Taking advantage of the terrain, Regiment Commander Seko was able to persist in commanding the troops.

In the entire city of Nanjing, there were now only three city gates, Hanzhongmen, Caochangmen, and Yijiangmen, where no Japanese devils had appeared.

The remaining eight city gates, Hepingmen, Xuanwumen, Taipingmen, Zhongshanmen, Guanghuamen, Tongjimen, Zhonghuamen, and Shuiximen, were all in fierce battles.

Especially Guanghuamen, this was the place where the Japanese devils had first stepped into the city.

But they were driven out again.

Today, the Ninth Division's attack on this place was even more fierce.

The Infantry Thirty-Fifth Regiment was stepping up its attack on this place. Yesterday, the front of Guanghuamen was bombarded by heavy artillery from the defending army in the city.

The ruins that could be used as bunkers were everywhere within fifty meters outside the city wall.

Colonel Fujii Suekichi, the regimental commander, personally led the command post quietly forward to less than five hundred meters away from Guanghuamen.

Here he could clearly see the every move of the defending army on the city wall of Guanghuamen.

Now he saw that there were two machine guns on the city wall shooting at his soldiers.

Although the order to attack the city of Nanjing had been issued at all costs and regardless of casualties, Colonel Fujii Suekichi still did not let his soldiers launch a suicidal attack like yesterday.

In fact, he believed that even with such a stable attack, he could still achieve the goal of being the first to attack the city of Nanjing.

He had already seen the lack of troops of the defending army from the density of the defending army's distribution on the city wall.

Now there was at least one defending soldier firing every five meters on the city wall.

Although this reduced the number of defending troops killed by the artillery shells fired by his troops, it also reflected the current predicament of the defending army: insufficient troops!

Thinking of this, Regimental Commander Fujii Suekichi's heart was filled with fire.

He continued to direct his regiment's artillery to bombard the city wall, maintaining a strong momentum.

He also ordered the independent machine gun company to advance to a position three hundred meters away to block the section that had been blasted down on the city wall.

He wanted to destroy the fortifications built by the defending army on the gap. As long as he destroyed this section of fortifications, his troops could launch a general attack.

Today, Li Dequan, who was staying on the observation balloon, was guiding the heavy artillery squad to conduct a counter-bombardment with the Japanese devils' Sixth Field Heavy Artillery Regiment.

The Japanese devils' heavy artillery regiment hated this heavy artillery team in the city. It was their brigade's observation balloon, and it was also their brigade's heavy artillery.

Commander Tokuki Daigo had already been outraged. All the artillery under his command was bombarding in that direction.

Not only the Special Operations Company's garrison but also the surrounding buildings were all affected.

This time, the tea guest really hit the nail on the head: the location of the heavy artillery squad had an impact on him.

The Tokuki Daigo heavy artillery regiment had a great impact on the Special Operations Company, and an even greater impact on another group of people.

Fujiwara Yūma, with his special action squad, was following Meng Yuanfang, swaggering toward Kaiyuan Temple.

This team of theirs was nothing special walking on the streets of Nanjing.

There were plenty of such soldiers on the streets now, and there were soldiers who had withdrawn from various teams.

Meng Hongfang was very familiar with the city of Nanjing. Following a team of Japanese devils, he was still a little afraid of the other soldiers in the city.

He quietly led Fujiwara Yūma's team, wanting to take a small alleyway to get there.

He was stopped by Fujiwara Yūma all of a sudden, "Take the main road!"

Meng Hongfang didn't understand, "Sir! It's better to take the small alleyway, it's not easy to be seen!"

Fujiwara Yūma was extremely satisfied with this traitor who was wholeheartedly thinking about the safety of the empire's warriors, "You don't know this.

A team like ours can't take the small alleyway.

If we don't take the main road and take the small alleyway, it will cause many people to suspect."

Meng Hongfang quickly said, "Yes! Yes!" He didn't dare to say 'Sir' on the street.

He was afraid of being heard, which would affect Sir's major event.

When this group of people arrived at Kaiyuan Temple, it was already a little dark.

The door of Kaiyuan Temple had already been closed, and Meng Hongfang took the initiative to step forward and knock on the door.

While knocking on the door, he explained to Fujiwara Yūma, "This temple has always been like this, closing the temple door early.

It's not friendly to the people around here at all!"

After knocking on the door for a while, a young novice monk came out and opened half of the door.

Seeing that it was a neighbor they usually knew, he let down his guard and asked, "Benefactor Meng, what's the matter so late?"

Meng Yuanfang squeezed inside while saying, "There's a National Army team here that wants to spend the night in the temple tonight."

The little monk named Huiming could not make the decision. He held the temple door to prevent Meng Yuanfang from entering.

While saying, "Please wait a moment, benefactor! I'll go and ask the abbot."

After saying that, he was about to close the opened half of the door, but Meng Yuanfang reached in half of his body, preventing him from closing it.

Fujiwara Yūma reached out and gently pulled him out.

He said to Huiming, "Sorry for the trouble, little benefactor."

The island country greatly respected Buddhist culture, even if it had invaded the city of Nanjing.

When it wasn't necessary, Fujiwara Yūma was still willing to show some courtesy.

Huiming quickly chanted a Buddha, which was considered as thanking Fujiwara Yūma for his help, and then closed the door and went to the backyard to ask the abbot.

Abbot Yuanzhen heard that there were National Army soldiers who wanted to rest in the temple for the night and walked out of the meditation room.

Huiming ran in front and opened the temple door.

Fujiwara Yūma said to Abbot Yuanzhen, "Our company has three hundred and thirty-seven people and can't find a garrison in the city of Nanjing.

We want to find a roof here to avoid the wind and frost at night."

Abbot Yuanzhen chanted a Buddha, "Monks are kind to others. As long as the benefactors don't go to the backyard, don't make loud noises in the temple, and don't start fires in the main hall, that's fine."

He said to Huiming, "Lead the benefactors in!"

Fujiwara Yūma quickly thanked him.

Because it was night, he couldn't clearly see the situation of the Special Operations Company's garrison not far away.

Meng Yuanfang took these people into the temple, feeling that the mission had been completed, and was about to go home.

But Fujiwara Yūma stopped him.

The next morning, before Fujiwara Yūma had properly observed the distant Special Operations Company's garrison, it was subjected to a bombardment by the Field Heavy Artillery Regiment.

This special action squad of theirs had to retreat from Kaiyuan Temple in a panic.

Qiu Yushan was wandering around Kaiyuan Temple with two people. These days, there were many idlers like them.

It didn't attract much attention. Director Yang had been rotating these hundred-plus people from the Seventh Squad to gather information around the garrison.

Today, this area had been bombarded by Japanese devils' heavy artillery, and many young women and daughters-in-law had run out of their homes.

Qiu Yushan and the others had feasted their eyes.

Suddenly, he saw a large group of soldiers rushing out of Kaiyuan Temple, which surprised Qiu Yushan secretly.

Were these soldiers garrisoned so close?

He took the initiative to step forward and say hello, "Brothers! Which unit are you from?"

The soldier he asked ignored him, and his eyes revealed a vigilant look.

Fujiwara Yūma ran over and asked loudly, "What's the matter?"

Qiu Yushan asked the question he had just asked again.

Fujiwara Yūma said with a smile, "We're from Major General Tan's command in the Fifty-First Division. We retreated from the front, and there was no place to stay.

We could only garrison here temporarily, but we didn't expect to be bombarded out again."

He deliberately said that they had been bombed out, instead of being bombed out by artillery shells.

This immediately aroused Qiu Yushan's laughter.

Qiu Yushan said with a smile, "The Japanese devils are really hateful. Artillery shells have fallen in this area, and I don't know which place is safe.

Are you going to change places?"

Fujiwara Yūma quickly waved his hand, "No! No! We'll go out and look for a place. If we can't find a place, we'll come back after the Japanese devils' bombardment ends."

Qiu Yushan said with a smile, "Officer! Do you want me to accompany you? I'm very familiar with the city of Nanjing."

Ji Hongshen and Cao Xingguo, who were beside him, sneered in their hearts, "You don't even know how many gates there are in the city of Nanjing, and you're very familiar with it?"

The two of them were secretly vigilant in their hearts. Although they didn't know why Qiu Yushan was talking nonsense like this, they knew that something must be wrong.

Fujiwara Yūma smiled apologetically, "We'll go find it ourselves, we'll go find it ourselves. You guys are busy."

Meng Yuanfang also stood up, "Officer, don't worry, I'm a native of Nanjing and very familiar with the city of Nanjing.

I'll take the officers to find it, and we definitely won't get lost."

Only then did Qiu Yushan stop insisting on leading the way for this team.

He led the way back.

After walking thirty meters, he whispered to Ji Hongshen and Cao Xingguo, "Don't rush, walk slowly, look around, but don't look back."

Ji Hongshen and Cao Xingguo were shocked, "Why?"

"That team is Japanese devils!" Qiu Yushan said in a low voice.

Ji Hongshen and Cao Xingguo wanted to turn around and look.

"Don't turn around!" The three of them didn't breathe a sigh