Chapter 129 Finally Back

The transport plane driven by Hang Xingde finally came to a stop.

The radio operator, Bu Heshui, and the code clerk, Leng Hongzhe, assigned to the Special Operations Company, and the 66th Army's radio operator, Mu Yingyao, and code clerk, Lu Hongmao, immediately jumped off the plane.

They had finally returned alive to Nanjing territory.

Even as the plane taxied on the runway, they could see clearly through the porthole:

The cavalry escorting them was comprised of soldiers from the National Revolutionary Army.

This reassured them.

Captain Bu Heshui jumped off the plane and looked back at the way he had come.

Before he could sigh, "It wasn't easy!"

He saw another plane trailing black smoke as it landed on the highway.

When the first plane made a forced landing, Lin Fan was still shooting down planes and had no time to pay attention.

When the second plane made a forced landing while damaged, Lin Fan had already ordered:

"Feng Junya! Take thirty people, along with buckets, basins, shovels, and blankets, to help put out the fire.

If the plane can't be saved, the pilot must be saved at all costs."

In this country, given the current situation, there were actually fewer planes than pilots.

More precious was the plane; a fighter cost $300,000.

But Lin Fan was still willing to save people first!

Immediately afterward, Lin Fan saw a second fighter jet with black smoke trailing from its tail descending.

"Are they treating the highway as an airport?" Lin Fan said with a smile.

He had no one else to send now.

However, Commander Ye Zhao had plenty of troops, so he directly sent a regiment of soldiers to help.

As a pilot, Hang Xingde naturally knew what to do at this time.

The right wing of Yekaterina's plane was gone, and it couldn't maintain balance in the air.

It was shaking so violently that the people on the ground watched the fighter jet fluttering in the air like a leaf.

They were all holding their breath, wishing they could each lend a hand to hold the plane up.

To make it fly more steadily, which would look safer.

Yekaterina's palms were full of sweat. He knew that it would be very difficult to land the plane in its current condition.

It was already difficult to keep it steady in the air. What he needed now was for the plane to be stable for a second while it was swaying from left to right.

That would allow the wheels to touch the ground, which might save the fighter jet.

In fact, the best choice at this time would be to parachute.

However, although Yekaterina had been in this country for less than two months, he had been drawn to this country, which was mired in suffering.

From the pitifully few planes parked at the country's airports, he could understand how important a fighter jet was to them.

That was why Yekaterina was unwilling to give up trying to save the fighter jet.

Even if it failed, the price would be his own life.

But Yekaterina was willing to bet his life on it.

Andrei was already shouting into the communicator, "Yekaterina! Bail out! Bail out now! Your plane is out of control.

Why haven't you jumped yet?

Is your ejection seat malfunctioning?

Use the backup!"

In fact, Andrei now understood Yekaterina's choice.

Yekaterina said loudly, "Captain! Pray for me! I'm going to bring it down."

He was now less than thirty meters above the ground.

Even if he ejected at this altitude and opened his parachute, the pilot's safety would not be guaranteed.

The altitude was too low. The parachute would not have been able to absorb buoyancy from the air before the pilot landed.

It would have virtually no protective effect.

Andrei stopped ordering him to eject.

He shouted into the headset, "Yekaterina, watch the timing, take it slow. Let it drift to the middle of the road before coming down."

The fighter jet that Yekaterina was flying drifted from side to side in full view, getting closer and closer to the ground.

Everyone's heart was swaying with his plane!

Even the longest road has an end, and the longest wait always comes to an end.

The plane Yekaterina was piloting finally touched the ground gently, this time when the plane was drifting to the left.

The landing gear touched the ground lightly and immediately left the ground again.

Suddenly, the extent of its drift to the left was reduced. When it drifted to the right, the landing gear touched the ground again.

Yekaterina could clearly feel the whole plane creaking.

He didn't dare to let the plane land directly at once, fearing that such a direct landing would break the landing gear.

Yekaterina could only touch the ground lightly like this to slow the plane down.

To reduce the force of the left and right drifting.

After four such operations, the plane Yekaterina was piloting finally could no longer leave the ground.

He could feel the plane making a sound as if it was about to fall apart.

The sound made him extremely nervous: life and death were in an instant.

At this moment, the soldiers on the ground watched as the plane had just been drifting, but after landing on the ground this time, the landing gear was running on the ground.

The fuselage was still tilted to the right, and only two wheels of the entire plane were in contact with the ground, with the left wheel off the ground.

The soldiers of the National Revolutionary Army who watched this scene only regretted listening to Hang Xingde's command earlier: to leave the runway a little further.

Otherwise, they would have been able to reach out and hold the left wing at this time, so that it could balance.

Perhaps the eyes had power. With thousands of pairs of eyes working together, the fighter jet Yekaterina was piloting miraculously stabilized again.

The left landing gear finally landed.

Yekaterina understood that he had returned from the gates of hell. The plane had just landed and stopped steadily on the highway.

Hang Xingde had already directed the dozen or so cavalrymen who had followed his plane to put out the fire at the tail, where there were flames.

Yekaterina nimbly jumped out of the cockpit and saw the National Revolutionary Army soldiers trying to put out the fire on his plane.

He finally felt relieved: at least he had successfully made a forced landing here.

Feng Junya had already arrived with his men, and covered the still burning areas with wet blankets.

Then he poured water on the blankets.

One blanket covered a large burning area, and the flames on the tail were quickly extinguished.

Only black smoke was still rising, but it had already been reduced a lot.

Not only had Yekaterina and Hang Xingde never seen this method of putting out a fire.

No one present had ever seen it.

Yekaterina gave a thumbs up. "Well done!"

He knew very little Chinese, but this time he finally used it in the right place.

Hang Xingde asked curiously, "Did you come up with this method? It's amazing."

Feng Junya said with a smile, "Our company commander just taught it to me. I didn't know it would be so useful."

This simple theory of isolating the burning position from the air. Without the help of oxygen, the fire would extinguish itself.

Was too advanced for the ordinary soldiers present.

Yekaterina only thought about it for a moment and understood. The principle was simple, but the person who could come up with this method in time was not simple.

Yekaterina saw that the open flames on the tail had been extinguished, and immediately made gestures.

He asked the soldiers to help push the plane forward so that he could make room for the planes behind to continue landing.

At this time, Grigory, who was flying a damaged fighter jet in the air, was also preparing to land.

His plane was much less damaged, only the tail was on fire, emitting smoke.

But his plane could still be operated steadily, which made his forced landing very smooth.

His plane bumped and charged on the ground.

This straight road was about six hundred meters long, and there was a small bend ahead.

Grigory's plane slowly reduced its speed and stopped. A large group of soldiers rushed to the back of his plane.

Several blankets were put over it, and the fire immediately subsided.

By the time Grigory jumped out of the plane and walked to the tail.

Only faint black smoke was rising from the entire tail.

This time, without anyone telling them, the soldiers of the 66th Army were already pushing the plane away.

These fighters were not heavy, and dozens of soldiers pushed them at the same time, running fast.

Before landing, Andrei circled Jurong, looking around.

He saw Japanese troops advancing toward this location from several directions.

It seemed that this was not a place to stay for long.

Li Balian, Liu Wantuan, and Liu Yongtuan, who were preparing to welcome the Japanese attack in Chunhua Town, had not yet engaged the Japanese.

They first saw a wonderful and intense aerial chase.

Then Japanese fighter jets fell from the sky one after another.

The brothers of the Sixty-sixth Army all cheered loudly when they saw this scene.

Combat!

Ultimately, this kind of thing was still fought by ordinary soldiers like them.

No matter how brilliant the generals' strategies and tactics were, they still had to be executed by these ordinary soldiers.

They had just seen the shells falling from the heavy artillery test firing.

Now that they saw the Japanese planes being shot down, the soldiers' morale was completely ignited.

The Japanese had not yet arrived, and they still had some time to fortify their trenches.

Captain Xia Yuankui and the three hundred puppet soldiers under his command also saw this scene.

They were also cheering loudly: well done!

Damn it, this is how you should fight the Japanese.

They were puppet soldiers, following the Japanese to make a living, and that was to survive.

Hating the Japanese was their instinct.

These puppet troops drove mules and carts loaded with grain under the supervision of the soldiers of the Sixty-sixth Army, walking towards Jurong.

They were also excitedly talking about how the Japanese planes had crashed earlier.

When Captain Kouta Kojun led his team to the edge of Chunhua Town.

He finally discovered that there were National Revolutionary Army soldiers blocking the road ahead.

This sudden situation left him at a loss for a moment.

The news immediately reached the ears of Commander Toyotashima Reisuke.

Hearing that the National Revolutionary Army was defending outside Chunhua Town, the news almost made Commander Toyotashima Reisuke fall off his horse.

When he set off yesterday, he had planned it all out:

The entire regiment would march urgently overnight, and rest for two hours after arriving in Chunhua.

To allow the soldiers to recover and replenish some hot food.

Then they would advance to Jurong in one go. Protecting Commander Asaka Yasuhiko would mean that his mission was completed.

Commander Toyotashima Reisuke believed that as long as he led a regiment to Jurong.

Those remnants of the National Revolutionary Army would immediately run away.

At that time, he would let his regiment have a good rest.

After resting, they would return to Nanjing.

After all, Nanjing was the place where these soldiers liked to stay the most.

Now, he had not done anything yet? The plan had been unsuccessful from the very beginning.

Chunhua had been occupied by the National Revolutionary Army, which he had never heard of!

The plan had finally failed to keep up with the speed of change again.

Commander Toyotashima Reisuke immediately came back to his senses: he was a regimental commander, and he had to stay calm no matter what happened.

Stay calm!

Calming his mind, Commander Toyota went to the front line to check it out himself.

The opponent had actually dug a trench along Chunhua, and even cut off the road.

Looking at the trench, which had a fortified position every fifty meters.

Commander Toyotashima Reisuke was not in a hurry at all: I have cannons for your fortifications!

If he could choose, Commander Toyota would actually want to rest for half a day before starting the war.

But Commander Asaka Yasuhiko was waiting in Jurong.

Moreover, judging from the fact that Chunhua had been occupied by the National Revolutionary Army, Commander Asaka Yasuhiko's situation was very dangerous now.

What if he was captured by the National Revolutionary Army!

Commander Toyotashima Reisuke did not dare to continue thinking about it.

At that time, the entire empire would lose face!

Would the empire, which had just been able to talk to the Westerners, kneel down again?

Commander Toyota forced himself not to continue thinking about it.

This was not a good thought!

Now Commander Toyota did not have to think about anything else: fight!

Open up the road from Chunhua to Jurong.

With a command from the regimental commander, the entire Toyota regiment immediately took action.

Although Commander Toyotashima Reisuke had not anticipated this situation when he set off yesterday.

But he was also prepared to fight the National Revolutionary Army.

Although they had set off in a hurry, the entire regiment had brought infantry artillery with them.

Twelve infantry artillery pieces were also pushed up from the middle of the marching column.

The soldiers of the entire Toyota regiment were gathering towards the edge of Chunhua Town.

The Kouta Kojun grand team, which was at the forefront, had gathered five hundred meters in front of the defense line of Liu Wan's regiment.

They were not all staying on the highway waiting, but were scattered on both sides of the road.

The middle of the road was to be left for the artillery.

Commander Toyota looked at the positions in front of him, and he could clearly see that:

The positions on the opposite side had also been built temporarily.

This made him feel confident about this attack.

Lao Zhiqiang had endured for so long, squatting in the mud pit, waiting for the opportunity to pull the string.

Although he had dug this pit himself, it was very uncomfortable to squat in it for a long time.

Now, the last few rows of the Japanese team were finally about to enter the ambush circle.

Zhen Danxiao was lying in ambush on the right wing of Chunhua with the fifth class.

He watched the long Japanese team, waiting all the time.

Waiting for the signal from Lao Zhiqiang and the others.

Zhen Danxiao watched as the Japanese team had already pushed out twelve infantry artillery pieces.

They were being pushed to the front.

They were obviously trying to shoot directly.

It was certainly very useful to put such infantry artillery pieces on the front line to hit fortified positions.

Zhen Danxiao was anxious: Why hasn't Lao Zhiqiang taken action yet?

At the temporary military meeting just now, everyone's plan was for Lao Zhiqiang and the others to send a signal.

Only then would Li Zhize's Eighth Company start artillery bombardment.

This was still a resolution passed by Zhen Danxiao himself, and he knew the power of his own directional bombs better than anyone else.

If they did not use directional bombs to blow up the Japanese first.

With so many Japanese, Zhen Danxiao would really be timid.

Why hasn't Lao Zhiqiang taken action yet?

Captain Kouta Kojun saw that his temporary artillery positions were ready.

He immediately ordered, "Matsushita Company, attack!"

This was to let a company test the positions of the National Revolutionary Army in front first, and use the artillery behind to solve the difficulties if they were found.

Although Captain Yuta Matsushita was extremely tired now, he still had to accept the order to attack.

He commanded the Japanese in his four squads, cautiously walking towards the positions in front.

The feeling of excitement they had when they first discovered the National Revolutionary Army's cavalry had long since disappeared.

These soldiers, whose bodies were originally tired, felt even more tired after the burst of energy just now.

If it were not for Commander Toyota supervising the battle from behind.

These soldiers would really sit down on the spot, even if the ground was muddy, they would not mind at all.

Even Kitabashi Hyano felt that he could fall asleep immediately.

Sergeant Kitabashi Hyano had not slept for forty-eight consecutive hours since the day before yesterday.

All the soldiers in his squad were like this. They were an infantry squad.

When they attacked Nanjing, they were at the very front.

They had been fighting since noon on the twelfth. In the afternoon of the twelfth, a section of the city wall at Shuixi Gate had been breached by them.

The entire night, Sergeant Kitabashi Hyano and his grand team were fighting.

They were constantly consolidating the occupied Shuixi Gate, fearing that the situation in Tongji Gate and Guanghua Gate would reappear, where they had rushed into the city, but were driven back by the National Revolutionary Army.

The situation did not stabilize until the morning of the thirteenth.

Sergeant Kitabashi Hyano and his men were completely unable to rest.

Nanjing had fallen, and for these Japanese soldiers:

From now on, this city was an undefended virgin city to them.

Whoever was the first to rush to the homes of ordinary people to loot would be able to get the greatest gains.

Driven by the desire to make a fortune, these soldiers were of course willing to persevere.

They would overcome their physiological difficulties and persevere in order to grab some gold and silver treasures for themselves.

They would camp and rest when night fell.

What Sergeant Kitabashi Hyano did not expect was that their squad would be transferred overnight to support Commander Asaka Yasuhiko, who was staying in Jurong.

Now Kitabashi Hyano's heart was heavy, and he had a strong feeling that he was going to die here.

His feet were also heavy, completely unable to lift.

Although the captain had been ordering his soldiers to run and charge towards the National Revolutionary Army positions in front.

But: His soldiers were still moving forward slowly, as listless as before.

Commander Toyota had never seen such a team, such morale.

Was this still the imperial army? Were these still the imperial warriors?

Judging from the way these soldiers were charging, these soldiers were no different from the disaster victims who were fleeing.

Commander Toyota, who could not help but want to reprimand them, cleared his throat.

He was about to speak!

At this moment, a huge explosion came from the rear of the entire Toyotashima Reisuke regiment.

The sound of the explosion, like falling dominoes, quickly and firmly spread forward all the way.

Commander Toyotashima Reisuke, who was riding on his horse, immediately looked back.

He could only see plumes of smoke rising from the direction of the explosion behind him.

But he did not understand where the smoke was rising from.

Grand Captain Yamashita Shuuichi was originally the grand captain of the Thirty-sixth Brigade.

This time, Commander Toyotashima Reisuke had drawn four grand captains from his brigade to strengthen his control over this temporarily formed regiment.

The purpose was to facilitate the command of this team.

From exiting Tongji Gate until now, the Toyota regiment had been able to persevere in marching.

This was inseparable from the effective command of these grand captains.

The original plan was to rest in Chunhua, but now the plan had fallen through.

If they wanted to enter Chunhua, they had to take it down first.

Grand Captain Yamashita Shuuichi, who was the rearguard of the Toyota regiment, did not feel much about this.

There were three grand teams in front of them, and the war allowed the rearguard to get out of the way.

Grand Captain Yamashita Shuuichi's mission was to guard against National Revolutionary Army soldiers from attacking from behind.

Of course: this was something that could not happen at all.

Grand Captain Yamashita Shuuichi could not help but want to laugh out loud when he thought of the National Revolutionary Army attacking.

Nanjing, a city heavily defended by the National Revolutionary Army, had already been taken down. He had already circled a textile factory with more than thirty machines in Nanjing.

Although these machines looked a bit old, Grand Captain Yamashita Shuuichi saw that the machines were still shining when he entered.

It could be seen that the textile factory had been in production all the time, and these treasures were his.

As early as a few days ago, the Tenth Army had issued an order: the military headquarters would transport all the spoils that the soldiers had seized in Nanjing back to the soldiers.

They only asked the soldiers to send all the packages to Xiaguan Wharf.

After capturing Nanjing, the East China Front Army would have special ships at Xiaguan Wharf to receive the packages that the soldiers mailed.

Now Grand Captain Yamashita Shuuichi only wanted to complete this damn mission as soon as possible.

He would return to Nanjing as soon as possible, and if he could grab another batch of raw materials from Nanjing.

He could open a textile factory in Nanjing himself.

When he thought about this, Grand Captain Yamashita Shuuichi's heart was burning.

While Grand Captain Yamashita Shuuichi was thinking about this, he suddenly felt his eardrums vibrate violently. 大風小说网

Several huge sounds seemed to be ringing next to his ears.

Deafening! This was truly deafening!

Grand Captain Yamashita Shuuichi almost could not stand steady.

He felt that everything he was looking at suddenly twisted.

Then he heard a rustling sound, which sounded like silkworms devouring mulberry leaves, constantly ringing.

At the same time, the huge sounds from just now were gradually moving away.

Grand Captain Yamashita Shuuichi finally saw in the direction of Chunhua: on both sides of the road, there were flashes of fire every few tens of meters, staggered on the left and right sides.

Often, there would be an explosion after the fire flashed.

"We've been ambushed" was Grand Captain Yamashita Shuuichi's first thought.

"Disperse!" Grand Captain Yamashita Shuuichi immediately ordered.

This was his first reaction, and his second reaction was that he saw that the teams that had just been bombed in the distance were actually emitting a layer of red mist in this winter.

Grand Captain Yamashita Shuuichi did not understand what those were. When he finally focused his attention on what was in front of him.

Only then did he understand: most of the soldiers around him had fallen to the ground.

Most of the soldiers had several wounds on their bodies.

Blood was flowing out of those wounds.

Hot blood rushed out of the body and began to emit heat.

With so much heat, the air here was sweet!

It also had a strong bloody smell.

These heat combined together actually formed a red blood mist on this road.

Grand Captain Yamashita Shuuichi opened his mouth. He had encountered this situation for the first time and did not know how to issue orders.

At this time, he felt that his body seemed to hurt a little.

He looked at his body and found that the clothes on his hands, feet, and chest had been soaked with blood.

"I'm injured too?" Grand Captain Yamashita Shuuichi finally felt that his feet were a little soft.

He could not stand steady and slowly sat down on the ground.

This time, he did not sit on the muddy ground. There were soldiers who had fallen into the mud before him.

Now it was just right to use them as his cushion.

Presumably, this soldier would not dare to object!

Taro Kitahara, who was lying in the mud, of course, would not object.

His chest had been pierced by dozens of iron pellets, and streams of heart blood were constantly flowing out of his body.

Every time his heart beat, a lot of his heart blood would rush out.

When Grand Captain Yamashita Shuuichi sat down, Taro Kitahara's heart blood had almost run out.

Taro Kitahara thought about the gold bracelet he was wearing on his hand, and the hundred yuan in French currency he had snatched in his satchel.

These things had not been sent home yet, and his eyes could not be closed no matter what.

From the first explosion, Zhen Danxiao's heart, which had been a little nervous, finally calmed down.

When he saw that the Japanese in front of the road's fifth class had been ravaged by directional bombs.

"Charge!" There was only one word.

Zhen Danxiao had already jumped out of his hiding place and charged towards the Japanese on the road.

The heavy machine guns that had been prepared on the left and right sides were also pushed out: they began to shoot.

These soldiers pushing the heavy machine guns had already walked hundreds of miles pushing this kind of heavy machine gun.

They had long since developed experience, and the carts were flying.

The machine gunners who cooperated with the action could still keep shooting constantly.

This was a special skill.

Those Japanese who were still stubbornly standing on the road were the targets of these machine guns.

The machine gun fire of the fifth class caused the standing Japanese, whether they were injured or frightened, to fall one after another.

Regiment Commander Liu Wan looked at the scene in front of him, where the Japanese were being blown up by the landmines buried by the special operations company.

Looking at the Yuta Matsushita company, which had charged to within two hundred meters of his position.

He issued an order: "Brothers! Fight them! Fight them hard."

Commander Toyotashima Reisuke was fortunately on the left side of Regiment Commander Liu Wan's position this time.

Just now, because the team behind was constantly crowding up.

The Grand Captain Kouta Kojun had to arrange many soldiers on both sides of the road.

These soldiers were lucky to have escaped the frontal range of this bomb attack.

What Regiment Commander Liu Yong saw was the same as what Zhen Danxiao saw.

On this long road that they were responsible for, there were less than a hundred Japanese standing.

Regiment Commander Liu Yong made the same choice as Zhen Danxiao:

"Brothers! Charge me!

Charge up! Kill the Japanese!"

There were more than 1,500 soldiers in his regiment, and the scene of thousands of people charging was very spectacular.

Those soldiers who were still standing on the road had been frightened by the thousands of National Revolutionary Army soldiers who suddenly rushed out.

There were less than fifty Japanese who could stand.

Regiment Commander Liu showed an excited expression on his face: he had never fought such a battle.

A Japanese team of several thousand people had actually been crippled by landmines.

The soldiers of Liu Yong's regiment were shooting while charging.

Those Japanese who had just been standing had finally reacted.

They did not hesitate to fight and began to run away.

Hiroki Katayama was one of these lucky ones.

The big explosion just now did not cause him any injury.

However, even if the tired Sergeant Hiroki Katayama was lucky enough to escape the landmines.

When he saw these National Revolutionary Army soldiers charging over, he did not raise his gun to resist.

Instead, he turned around and ran!

He did not have any thoughts of fighting now.

The continuous march all night had made him no longer want to fight.

It was just that his fatigue had slowed down his pace, making him unable to move quickly at all.

This was not just his problem. The lucky ones like him were not running fast.

No matter how hard they tried, the National Revolutionary Army soldiers chasing behind them were getting closer and closer.

This time they had to fight.

Zhongyong Ye was an ordinary soldier under Liu Yong's regiment.

When he caught up with a Japanese soldier, the Japanese soldier raised his gun with both hands.

He stabbed at him with all his might.

Zhongyong Ye was startled and quickly took two steps to the side.

The knife that Hiroki Katayama stabbed out with all his strength was actually dodged by the National Revolutionary Army soldier on the opposite side.

He could see that this was a novice with no assassination experience.

He had a hundred ways to stab him to death.

Hiroki Katayama's mind had already arranged a plan for the follow-up assassination actions.

It was just that his hands, feet, and body were not listening to his command.

His feet were softening and his hands were shaking.

Zhongyong Ye was afraid, but his eyes could see clearly: the Japanese on the opposite side was also afraid.

His hands were shaking!

"He's scared and his hands are shaking." Zhongyong Ye's courage suddenly soared a thousand feet.

He shouted loudly: "His hands are shaking!" He did not know whether he was cheering himself on or explaining to the comrades around him.

In any case, he rushed forward in an arrow step and stabbed the Japanese soldier Hiroki Katayama hard with the bayonet in his hand.

Hiroki Katayama looked at the soldier's jerky steps and non-standard assassination techniques.

Hiroki Katayama's mind had at least ten methods that he could use to defend and counterattack.

And he could guarantee that he would kill this National Revolutionary Army soldier.

However, he just tried to move his steps half a step to the left, wanting to avoid this fatal knife.

It was this half step that took Hiroki Katayama's life.

He had already used the most conservative method, but the current Hiroki Katayama could not even move this half step.

So, Hiroki Katayama widened his eyes in disbelief and stared at the soldier who stabbed him once, twice.

And then, not feeling relieved, stabbed again and again.

"I killed a Japanese!" Zhongyong Ye announced loudly to the soldiers around him.

This immediately attracted envious gazes.

Among these soldiers, there were many opportunities to kill a Japanese soldier with their own hands, but not many could do it.

When firing on the battlefield, even if you fired ten thousand bullets, you might not be able to hit a Japanese soldier.

Zhongyong Ye was indeed proud enough to have killed a Japanese soldier with his own hands.

Zhongyong Ye was not the only soldier in Liu Yong's regiment who had achieved a first kill.

"I killed a Japanese too!" Zhong shouted loudly.

He held his rifle high in one hand.

Just now, he had also rushed to the front, caught up with a Japanese soldier, fought him with bayonets, and stabbed the Japanese soldier to death in a few strokes.

This was a Japanese soldier who had been killed by himself in a bayonet fight!

The legend that one Japanese soldier could fight three or five National Revolutionary Army soldiers with bayonets, who could not get close.

These ordinary soldiers had heard about it for a long time, and now he had killed this Japanese soldier by himself.

Proud!

Absolutely worth being proud of!

Zhen Danxiao's fifth class rushed into the pile of Japanese soldiers aggressively.

Those Japanese who were still standing were swept to the ground by heavy machine guns.

Zhen Danxiao ordered loudly: "Lao Zhiqiang!

Continue to set up the bombs.

Wu Cailiang, you take ten people and sweep the battlefield from here towards Nanjing.

Lv Buwei, you take ten people and sweep the battlefield towards Chunhua.

Move quickly!

Everyone else, run!

We're going to surround the Japanese in front, so we can't let them run away."

When Commander Toyotashima Reisuke recovered from the blow, all kinds of machine guns from the National Revolutionary Army in front began to fire fiercely.

Company Commander Li Zhize also directed the artillery under his command to start bombing.

Grand Captain Kouta Kojun also saw the situation that had happened to the entire regiment.

This was a situation that he had never imagined.

Now he had only one question: "What to do?"

Grand Captain Kouta Kojun looked at Commander Toyotashima Reisuke.

Those lucky ones who were gathered on the left side of the road were less than four hundred.

There were also about four hundred soldiers standing blankly on the other side of the road.

There was a road less than ten meters wide between the two teams.

This road that was ten meters wide seemed to be a chasm.

It had separated the soldiers of the Grand Captain Kouta Kojun.

None of these soldiers were willing to cross this road that was already full of blood and gore.

Commander Toyotashima Reisuke looked at the teams that had rushed out from behind, on both the left and right sides.

Those soldiers were shouting and charging at the surviving warriors who had been tragically bombed in the rear.

After estimating the strength of both sides.

Commander Toyotashima Reisuke immediately ordered: "Cross the road and join up with the soldiers on the right wing."

At this time, Commander Toyotashima Reisuke had decided: after joining the team, they would immediately break through to Nanjing.

Just now, he had only glanced at the battlefield and found that there were not many people in the team on the right wing, far fewer than the soldiers he had left.

As these Japanese moved towards the road on the right.

Intense artillery fire had already landed.

The shells exploded in the ranks of these surviving Japanese, and piles and piles of Japanese were blown up and sent flying.

Finally, some soldiers could no longer bear this bombing, and some soldiers shouted and rushed towards the defense line of Liu Wan's regiment.

There were also soldiers who just tried to rush towards Nanjing.

In any case, they were unwilling to follow Commander Toyotashima Reisuke.

This was because the commander was being bombed all the way.

Those shells seemed to have eyes and were following Commander Toyotashima Reisuke.

In fact, it was not just Commander Toyotashima Reisuke and his team who were being bombed.

The Japanese on the right wing of the road were also being bombed.

Commander Toyotashima Reisuke did not say anything unnecessary and directly issued an order: "Everyone, break through towards Nanjing."

The surviving remnants of the Grand Captain Kouta Kojun finally had a backbone.

Grand Captain Kouta Kojun shouted loudly: "Quick! Quick, move faster.

Charge forward. As long as you break through those dozens of people in front, you will have successfully broken through."

What he was talking about was the Zhen Danxiao's fifth class that was charging towards them from the front.

Regiment Commander Liu Wan looked at the dark mass of Japanese in front of him, and in the blink of an eye, only a small part of them was left.

Now, this small part of the Japanese had also begun to run away.

When the Japanese ran away, the National Revolutionary Army soldiers became more courageous.

Regiment Commander Liu Wan also gave an order: "Brothers! Charge up.

Kill the Japanese!"

Company Commander Li Zhize also saw from a distance that the Japanese had begun to run away.

In front was the special operations company's fifth class, on the left was the Sixty-sixth Army's Liu Yong regiment.

Behind him was the Sixty-sixth Army's Liu Wan regiment. Now he had no way to fire his artillery anymore.

Company Commander Li was anxious: "Brothers! Get on your horses!"

He would never give up the opportunity to fight the Japanese, especially today when they were just like stray dogs.

The soldiers in his company all had two horses each, and although their horsemanship could not match that of the cavalry.

But there was no problem in using the horses to run.

The soldiers of the entire Li Balian got on their horses together and charged towards the Japanese in front.

When a few hundred Japanese soldiers charged up, Zhen Danxiao could not be timid at this time.

Ten heavy machine guns were aimed at these charging Japanese and began to sweep.

Infantry met heavy machine guns, just like solid ice met hot water. The spearhead of the Grand Captain Kouta Kojun's charge was immediately knocked off.

Commander Toyotashima Reisuke was in the middle of the team, listening to the sound of gunfire coming from the front.

He was beating a drum in his heart, always afraid that something would change.

What he was afraid of would come.

The communications soldier who ran back from the front reported an unfortunate message to him.

The team in front, which looked like it only had a hundred people, was actually pushing ten heavy machine guns.

They were pushing across, and the soldiers at the front of the entire Grand Captain Kouta Kojun

Had begun to run towards the open space on the right wing.

With the first soldier starting to run away, there was a second one.

These Japanese did not dare to continue charging towards Nanjing.

Zhen Danxiao was anxious: "Right! Right, the Japanese are running to the right.

The tradition of the special operations company is to try to wipe out the Japanese as much as possible and not let one run away."

Now so many Japanese were running towards the right.

But there were no teams defending in that direction.

He immediately led a team of soldiers to chase down in that direction.

The Japanese in front had all scattered, and Commander Toyotashima Reisuke also saw the current situation clearly.

He said to Grand Captain Kouta Kojun, "We will break through to the right wing."

After saying this, he immediately charged towards the right wing.

Now was the most dangerous time. Commander Toyota was riding a warhorse, and his speed was of course much faster than that of ordinary soldiers.

He quickly caught up with the Japanese running in front and surpassed them.

This time, Commander Toyotashima Reisuke would no longer let the soldiers go ahead to