No matter how unwilling the selected soldiers were.

　　No matter how much wealth these devils still had to plunder in Nanjing.

　　No matter how reluctant the devil soldiers were to receive the reinforcement order, they finally gathered together before dark.

　　Brigadier General Ushijima Mitsuru watched as nearly five thousand devils arrived.

　　Looking at the expressions of this team, he had an ominous premonition in his heart: the soldiers' minds were no longer on fighting.

　　With morale down, the team would be difficult to lead!

　　He had already learned that the Nationalist soldiers who had fled from the Tangshan direction had not completely lost their combat effectiveness.

　　When that Nationalist army attacked the Shanghai Expeditionary Army headquarters.

　　It gave Commander Asaka Yasuhiko a great shock, and also gave the imperial soldiers guarding the headquarters a blow to the head.

　　In order not to repeat the same mistake, Brigadier General Ushijima Mitsuru ordered these four battalions, temporarily assembled, to be fully equipped.

　　Because all those transferred were combat infantry, each brigade in a division was transferred from a small squad.

　　His 36th Regiment had transferred twenty-three squads, including seventeen infantry squads and six machine gun squads.

　　A regiment composed of such a team had actually drawn in most of the combat infantry from the entire division.

　　Now, Regiment Commander Ushijima Mitsuru first ordered four squads to form a company and appointed the company commander.

　　He then formed the twenty-three squads into six companies and formed a battalion, appointing the battalion commander.

　　The four battalions were under his command, and Regiment Commander Ushijima Mitsuru now served as the regimental commander.

　　After the team was formed, the first order issued by Regimental Commander Ushijima Mitsuru was: "Leave the city!"

　　He really didn't dare let these soldiers stay in the city any longer.

　　Throughout Nanjing, fires could be seen everywhere, and each fire stirred the hearts of the soldiers gathered here.

　　Those fires were lit by these soldiers' comrades after looting and raping.

　　Each fire indicated that some soldiers had made a fortune.

　　How could these devils standing here not be anxious: fearing that the good things would be snatched away by other devils.

　　To prevent any delays, Regimental Commander Ushijima Mitsuru ordered these more than a thousand devils to set off immediately, without even having dinner in Nanjing.

　　These devils who set off from Nanjing left Zhongshan Gate with a chorus of complaints.

　　No matter how much Regimental Commander Ushijima Mitsuru urged them, these soldiers could not speed up.

　　They looked back at Nanjing like a bride leaving her family.

　　Reluctant to leave!

　　After leaving Zhongshan Gate, these soldiers finally quickened their pace a little, but they could not move after just reaching Xiaoling.

　　These soldiers had not rested since yesterday.

　　Attacking Nanjing to burn, kill, and loot was exciting, and they didn't feel anything.

　　At this time, walking on the dark road, fatigue surged towards them like a tide.

　　These soldiers could no longer walk.

　　Regimental Commander Ushijima Mitsuru had no choice but to let these soldiers rest on the spot for a while, eating some dry food to replenish their strength.

　　Now he regretted it a little: "I should have let these soldiers have dinner in the city.

　　Rest for one night, and set off tomorrow morning."

　　Regimental Commander Ushijima Mitsuru could see that these soldiers were indeed exhausted and could not continue to persevere.

　　With such soldiers, in such a state, there were still nearly a hundred *li* (Chinese mile, approximately 0.5 km) from here to Jurong.

　　It was impossible for them to arrive tonight.

　　Even if these soldiers arrived in Jurong, they would not have any combat effectiveness at all.

　　Regimental Commander Ushijima Mitsuru knew that these soldiers had not rested since the Battle of Shanghai.

　　Every soldier was already tired.

　　They needed to rest.

　　Thinking so, Regimental Commander Ushijima Mitsuru ordered: "The entire army will rest at Xiaoling! Action at six o'clock tomorrow."

　　The team assembled by Brigadier General Toyoshima Yamayama was a little slower than the other group.

　　Since it was already late, Brigadier General Toyoshima Yamayama decided to have dinner in the city before leaving.

　　Like Brigadier General Ushijima Mitsuru, he reorganized this temporarily organized team.

　　He appointed company commanders and battalion commanders to facilitate his command.

　　He was now also the self-appointed regimental commander.

　　And in order to strengthen the combat effectiveness, his team also brought six infantry guns.

　　Hearing that Brigadier General Ushijima Mitsuru and the others had already left Zhongshan Gate, Regimental Commander Toyoshima Yamayama, who was a little anxious, urged his nearly five thousand soldiers to speed up their eating.

　　He also had to leave the city quickly, as it was more than twenty *li* (Chinese mile, approximately 0.5 km) farther from his place to Jurong than from the Tangshan direction.

　　Regimental Commander Toyoshima Yamayama had already decided: to set off overnight tonight and strive to arrive in Jurong before noon tomorrow.

　　With this idea, the newly formed Toyoshima Regiment set off from Nanjing at 6:30 p.m. on the thirteenth.

　　When Battalion Commander Koki Kota led his battalion, which had been formed for less than two hours, out of Tongji Gate.

　　He still looked back reluctantly at this city full of fires.

　　The sandbags that had been blocking the gate洞 (dòng, opening, cave) had been removed, and the smell of roast meat could still be smelled inside.

　　In this gate洞 (dòng, opening, cave), two hundred imperial warriors had hidden themselves the night before last.

　　Then they were wiped out by Nationalist soldiers who risked their lives to suspend themselves from the city wall with gasoline and grenades.

　　Although those Nationalist soldiers were not able to escape either.

　　Now, walking in this section of the gate洞 (dòng, opening, cave), the smell of those imperial warriors being burned to death could still be smelled here.

　　It seemed that the screams of those warriors at the time of their death could still be heard.

　　Going out of the city gate Tongji Gate, the iron bridge outside that had been destroyed by the Nationalist army had been simply restored in part.

　　The soldiers of the entire Toyoshima Regiment stepped on this simple iron bridge listlessly.

　　Each of their faces was ashen, as if they knew that they would never return once they left.

　　Although these soldiers had just eaten dinner.

　　For more than two months, these soldiers had traveled hundreds of kilometers and fought all the way from Hangzhou Bay to Nanjing.

　　From yesterday morning to now, thirty-six hours had passed, and these soldiers had not rested for a minute.

　　Last night they were fighting to enter Nanjing, and today they were desperately increasing their income for themselves.

　　By the way, they also vented the various desires they had accumulated these days.

　　Whether it was looting, raping, or pillaging, it all required physical strength.

　　These devils who had consumed a lot of physical strength still had a hundred *li* (Chinese mile, approximately 0.5 km) of night road to walk next.

　　Private First Class Kitajo Ryo had just walked out of Tongji Gate when he slipped and fell to the ground.

　　Causing a burst of laughter from the surrounding soldiers!

　　Jiangnan that day, as if knowing the catastrophe that Nanjing had encountered today, endless drizzles kept falling in Nanjing.

　　As if wanting to use such a drizzle to wash away the sins committed by the devils.

　　Such a drizzle made the ground wet, and the Toyoshima Regiment marching at night walked on the road with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

　　They had already reached the point of exhaustion, but the distance to their destination seemed to be as far as from earth to hell.

　　Private First Class Kitajo Ryo didn't know how long he had walked, and finally waited for the order to rest for ten minutes.

　　When he came back from a trance-like state of distraction, he heard the soldiers around him talking and realized that they had only walked to Gaoqiao Gate in the past two hours.

　　Such a marching speed made Regimental Commander Toyoshima Yamayama angry!

　　And helpless!

　　In two hours, the army had only advanced about six kilometers, which was even slower than an ordinary person walking.

　　Was this speed going to get him punished?

　　Regimental Commander Toyoshima Yamayama was furious.

　　He thought bitterly: "Tonight we can only march overnight."

　　It wasn't that these soldiers weren't working hard, it was just that these soldiers had reached their physical limit.

　　Regimental Commander Toyoshima's physical strength could still be barely maintained, because he had a warhorse to ride.

　　This greatly reduced his physical exertion.

　　In fact, he had also put in a lot of physical effort during the day today.

　　Just after entering Nanjing, everything in the city was at the mercy of the imperial warriors.

　　Brigadier General Toyoshima Yamayama certainly would not be polite.

　　The beautiful women in Nanjing always made him linger.

　　Also draining his physical strength and energy.

　　It was only during the marching in the past two hours that he had recovered a little.

　　Regimental Commander Toyoshima Yamayama, who was riding on horseback, finally slowly recovered a little bit of physical strength.

　　As a senior officer like a brigade general, he certainly had the right to enjoy riding a warhorse.

　　Those ordinary soldiers who did not have a warhorse to recover their health were using up their last energy and physical strength little by little.

　　Walking to Gaoqiao Gate in two hours, only one-eighth of the journey had been completed.

　　Thinking of advancing at this speed, the team would also be able to arrive at Jurong Town at noon tomorrow.

　　Regimental Commander Toyoshima Yamayama's heart could be considered barely relieved.

　　Chen Sichuan woke up at 1:30 a.m.: he got up to take over the sentry duty.

　　Since joining the Special Operations Company, the company commander always told them, the squad leaders: officers and soldiers are united, officers and soldiers are equal!

　　Officers should be at the forefront of suffering. Officers should take the lead in difficult tasks. When charging, officers should charge at the front.

　　Chen Sichuan had been doing this all along these days.

　　The first squad had been fighting continuously since yesterday, and the entire squad was very tired.

　　Chen Sichuan's arrangement for duty at night intentionally placed himself in this period of time at night when it was best to sleep.

　　So that the other soldiers in the squad could rest better.

　　When he walked to the position of the sentry, Si Binwei's voice came from the front: "Password!"

　　"Eat! Return password!"

　　"Kill devils!"

　　Chen Sichuan asked: "Si Binwei, is there anything going on?"

　　"Squad leader! Nothing at all! It's very quiet."

　　"You've worked hard! Go back to sleep!" Chen Sichuan said.

　　"I'm not sleepy! Squad leader, I'll take these two hours for you.

　　The squad leader hasn't had a good rest day and night.

　　You still have to command us to fight. Squad leader, you are much more tired than us." Si Binwei said with some emotion.

　　Chen Sichuan scolded with a smile: "I'm the squad leader, your old brother, of course I have to do more than you.

　t talk so much nonsense, hurry up and go back to sleep, we have to continue to fight the devils tomorrow."

　　"Yes!" Si Binwei turned and walked towards the驻地 (zhù dì, garrison, station).

　　He was a *Gan Jun* (竿军, a type of soldier in the army) from the 128th Division. Since entering the Special Operations Company, he had never been beaten by an officer once.

　　He had never been scolded, and none of the veterans bullied him.

　　Instead, there were special comrades in the Special Operations Company to help him recognize and write characters.

　　Every day in the Special Operations Company, there was meat to eat, and the rice was enough to eat.

　　These days, Si Binwei felt like he was in a dream.

　　In this team, he truly felt the brotherly camaraderie.

　　Today, he really saw that the squad leader was too tired, so he wanted to take two hours for the squad leader.

　　It was just that the squad leader understood his good intentions, but still insisted on guarding these two hours himself.

　　Lin Fan was also checking the sentry posts at the heavy artillery阵地 (zhèn dì, position, battleground) at this time: in today's situation, everyone in the entire company was quite tired.

　　He had to go to each sentry point to check whether the soldiers were on duty or not.

　　Not only that, but also to see if they were vigilant!

　　When Lin Fan was receiving special forces training, he knew that when people were tired in the middle of the night, their feelings would deceive them.

　　You think that a long time has passed, that several hours have passed; if you look at the time, only five minutes have passed.

　　This is a happy minute, a lifetime of pain!

　　These days, the soldiers of the entire Special Operations Company have been receiving education from Li Xian and others every day, and their thinking has improved greatly.

　　Even in today's situation, every soldier on every哨位 (shào wèi, sentry post) was sticking to his post and was very vigilant.

　　This made Lin Fan feel relieved: only such a team will become stronger and stronger!

　　When Lin Fan was patrolling, the soldiers of the Eighty-third Army also扎好 (zhā hǎo, to set up) their camp in the direction from Jurong to Tianwang Temple.

　　They were resting!

　　Their team was right next to Jurong Town.

　　Sure enough, as Lin Fan said, the devils in the town clearly saw them.

　　But there was no expression at all, they didn't fire a shot, and just watched them leave.

　　Sergeant Okumi Taiyo asked puzzledly as he watched the Nationalist army passing in front of his阵地 (zhèn dì, position, battleground):

　　"Why did the captain order not to shoot? Not to attack?"

　　Captain Kanemitsu Akira, who was next to him, said viciously: "A good soldier only executes orders and is not allowed to ask why?"

　　Looking at the team passing in front, it had been dark and crowded for half an hour, and they still hadn't finished walking.

　　Captain Kanemitsu Akira finally showed kindness and explained: "Our strength is too weak now, look at this team of theirs.

　　It's been more than half an hour and they haven't finished walking yet. What will be the consequences if we fire?"

　　Sergeant Okumi Taiyo was finally smart once: "They will immediately come to attack, or run away immediately!

　　The captain is afraid, afraid that they will come to attack!"

　　What an idiot!

　　All the soldiers around Sergeant Okumi Taiyo thought so.

　　The captain is afraid?

　　Who here is not afraid?

　t see so many Nationalist soldiers during the day after fighting for so long.

　　If these soldiers had also joined the attack during the day: just thinking about it made one shudder!

　　Now, the devils in Jurong Town wished that all the Nationalist soldiers would leave from under their noses tonight.

　　If possible, even sending some supplies to these departing Nationalist soldiers would be okay.

　　It was just that Captain Shiho Miyami Kota had such thoughts, but there was no way to notify the Nationalist army on the opposite side.

　　In any case, this night finally passed.

　　Sheng Shicai got up at 4:30 a.m.: now he was the squad leader of the cooking班 (bān, squad).

　　According to his daughter's comparison, his squad leader was actually as big of an official as the battalion commander of other Nationalist armies.

　　He had to live up to Company Commander Lin's high regard for him.

　　Because there were soldiers who were going to set off at six o'clock today, he had to make breakfast before then, so that the soldiers could have enough to eat and drink, so that they would have the energy to fight the devils.

　　Li Xian was also very worried about cooking for more than 20,000 people.

　　Yesterday afternoon, he borrowed a battalion, nearly 400 people, from the Sixty-sixth Army.

　　Specially to cook and deliver food!

　　All the officers and soldiers of this battalion were now under the management of Sheng Shicai.

　　The commander of the Sixty-sixth Army, Ye Zhao, strongly supported this.

　　He now saw that as long as he followed the Special Operations Company, except for fighting.

　　They took care of everything else, not only weapons and ammunition.

　　Now even the food was taken care of by the Special Operations Company, which made all the officers and soldiers of the Sixty-sixth Army and the Eighty-third Army very happy.

　　Yesterday night, the two large cakes plus a pile of meat, and the unlimited amount of porridge.

　　But it made these tired, cold, and hungry soldiers feel extremely warm.

　　Especially that big pile of meat, after eating it, the stomach was still warm in the middle of the night.

　　In the eyes of Commander Ye Zhao: his own people cooking would definitely not mistreat the brothers of the Sixty-sixth Army.

　t have the idea of dividing the food into different grades.

　　In the Special Operations Company, officers and soldiers were equal!

　　If he was the first to be divided out to open a small灶 (zào, kitchen stove) for his company commander in the matter of eating.

　　Lin Fan believed that when he had this idea, he had already变质 (biàn zhì, change in quality, go bad, degenerate).

　　Sheng Shicai had only been with the Special Operations Company for two days, and he was already managing more than 400 people.

　　He was in a great mood, and also intentionally showed his level and ability.

　　Today's food in the morning, he had plenty of time to prepare.

　　It was very different from the dry 面烙饼 (miàn lào bǐng, baked flatbread) last night: horse meat mixed with radish and potatoes to make the filling.

　　Then he used the old dough he had made last night to make buns and 烙饼 (lào bǐng, baked flatbread) with filling.

　　It was extremely fragrant!

　　Sheng Shicai made buns and porridge, buns bigger than fists, and 烙饼 (lào bǐng, baked flatbread) as big as helmets.

　　They were placed in baskets and constantly sent out by the soldiers.

　　The first to be sent over were the fifth, eighth, and ninth squads of the Special Operations Company.

　　The fifth squad was going to Jurong early in the morning.

　　The eighth and ninth squads were going to prepare for support.

　　Then there were the two regiments and one company of the Sixty-sixth Army deployed between Jurong and Chunhua, and they were also going to Chunhua today.

　　Li Zhize and his team were from the eighth company of the third battalion of the fifth regiment of the Central Training Corps.

　　Abbreviated as Li Eight Company.

　　The soldiers of Li Eight Company were eating steaming, greasy, snow-white meat buns.

　　Drinking the porridge that was still烫嘴 (tàng zuǐ, scalding the mouth).

　　Platoon Leader Fu Mingcheng said with satisfaction: "I can say for sure: the cooking squad leader of the Special Operations Company must be a big chef in Nanjing."

　　Gu Wenwei echoed: "I also feel the same way.

　　If I could eat such meat buns every day, I wouldn't leave."

　　Li Zhize just smiled and didn't answer.

　　From the time Company Commander Lin equipped his team with such complete equipment yesterday.

　　Company Commander Li knew in his heart that this was a sugar-coated bullet sent by Company Commander Lin.

　　Letting himself, a dignified company commander of a regular army, be his subordinate squad leader.

　　This matter still needs to be considered.

　　He still didn't understand what Hui Jianming, the ninth squad leader, was thinking?

　　A dignified lieutenant colonel regimental commander in the Nationalist army actually condescended to be a small squad leader in the Special Operations Company.

　　It would be good to make a choice if he could have a chance to talk to him.

　　From seeing the阵地 (zhèn dì, position, battleground) that the Special Operations Company had captured last night, Company Commander Li Zhize had already admitted that the Special Operations Company's combat effectiveness was not that much worse.

　　But this couldn't make him willing to stay here.

　　Although he didn't think about staying to be Company Commander Lin's subordinate.

　　However, it would be great to be friends with Company Commander Lin.

　　At least the Special Operations Company treated Li Eight Company and the two regiments of the Sixty-sixth Army in the same way as their Special Operations Company soldiers.

　　Liu Wan and Liu Yong, these two regiments equipped with heavy machine guns and artillery provided by the Special Operations Company.

　　They were going to attack Chunhua today!

　　As for their阵地 (zhèn dì, position, battleground), Commander Ye Zhao had already sent three regiments to take over the defense.

　　Zhen Danxiao led the well-fed fifth squad and set off at six o'clock, and they went directly to Chunhua.

　　Liu Wan and Liu Yong led the two elite regiments of the Sixty-sixth Army, which were re-equipped with weapons, and also set off at 6:30 a.m.

　　Li Zhize led his eighth company and set off at the same time.

　　Their destinations were all the same place: Chunhua.

　　The Toyoshima Yamayama Regiment, which had been marching for a long night, was walking with difficulty on the muddy road.

　　The fact that they did not arrive in Chunhua at dawn after rushing overnight made the soldiers of the entire regiment even more exhausted.

　　Now they were less than five kilometers away from Chunhua!

　　Regimental Commander Toyoshima Yamayama still felt a little emotional: marching all night was too tiring.

　　He had to rest well for half an hour in Chunhua.

　　The Kito Makoto squad stationed in Chunhua discovered the Nationalist army rushing over from the direction of Jurong not long after dawn.

　　Squad Leader Kito Makoto quickly ordered the puppet army captain, Xia Yuankui, to immediately lead his men to the front line.

　　The Kito Makoto squad was used as a reserve team to support from behind.

　　Captain Xia Yuankui cursed secretly in his heart: "What kind of support is that? It's almost like being a supervisor and a law enforcement team.

　　They are just guarding us, afraid that we will run away!"

　　Captain Xia Yuankui knew very well: "As long as the attacking team is a little stronger.

　　The soldiers under his command will definitely run away."

　　After they retreated from the Battle of Songhu, these soldiers no longer had the temperament of soldiers.

　　This puppet army was organized by the devils from the Nationalist army deserters who were recruited all the way from Shanghai, plus some people who were willing to lead the devils.

　　Fighting? They couldn't possibly fight! There was no way they could fight.

　　Originally, they were just trying to get a meal now.

　　Captain Xia Yuankui was originally a company commander in the Nationalist army.

　　When he was leading more than forty soldiers to retreat to the rear, he was discovered by the devils.

　　Before the devils could surround him, he immediately took the initiative to投靠 (tóu kào, seek refuge with) them.

　　Therefore, he got the official position of captain!

　　In his eyes, wasn't being a soldier the same under anyone's command?

　　These days, the devils had not embarrassed them, and the task of his team was to maintain the治安 (zhì ān, public order, law and order) of Chunhua.

　　To ensure that when the devils needed coolies to work, they would go to various villages to find people (catch people).

　　Today was the first time he fought against the Nationalist army after being a puppet army.

　　In fact, before this, Xia Yuankui had fought countless battles with these teams in China.

　　Over the years, the混战 (hùn zhàn, melee, free-for-all) between domestic warlords had never stopped.

　　Today was different from the past. It was still fighting against his own compatriots, and Xia Yuankui felt guilty.

　　Receiving Squad Leader Kito Makoto's order, Captain Xia Yuankui did not dare to hesitate at all.

　　He cursed in his heart, but said repeatedly: "I understand! I understand! I understand greatly!

　　I will definitely drive the Nationalist army back."

　　Walking out of Squad Leader Kito Makoto's headquarters, he immediately blew the whistle: "Assemble! Assemble! Everyone assemble!"

　　Seeing that all three hundred of his men had arrived, Xia Yuankui pointed to the direction of Jurong: "A Nationalist army is rushing towards us.

　　Lord Kito said, let us go and stop those Nationalist soldiers.

　　Lian Xiuzhu, you take the first platoon first, and the people behind follow."

　　Lian Xiuzhu was Captain Xia Yuankui's confidant, and when he heard the order, he immediately ran outside with his soldiers.

　　Qian Heze followed in the team, complaining in a low voice: "I just want to get a meal, I don't really want to sell my life to the devils."

　　Sun Lexian, who was next to him, said: "Who says it isn't? Everyone is just trying to get a meal, it's not easy.

　　Don't make things difficult for our own people.

　　Just fire a few shots to scare them.

　　Let them retreat in the face of difficulties, otherwise when Lord Kito fires.

　　They won't be able to escape."

　　According to the plan, Liu Wan and Liu Yong's two regiments were rushing directly to Chunhua Town along the main road.

　　Regiment Commander Liu Wan saw a team of puppet troops running out of Chunhua Town and immediately got angry: "Damn it! How dare they be puppet troops!"

　　The heavy machine guns that the regiment had just gotten yesterday were just the time to use them.

　　Five heavy machine guns were aimed at Lian Xiuzhu and the others who had just entered the阵地 (zhèn dì, position, battleground).

　　The dense rain of bullets had just been fired.

　　Sun Lexian was stunned: "Are these people from the Central Training Corps? Their firepower is so strong?

　　Run! Run!

　　If you're late, you won't be able to escape."

　　He didn't even enter the阵地 (zhèn dì, position, battleground), and had already run to the side.

　　About escaping!

　　Sun Lexian had心得体会 (xīn dé tǐ huì, what one has learned from work, study, etc.): if you turn around directly, you will be discovered immediately.

　　If you are unlucky and encounter a grumpy officer, you will be executed according to military law.

　　It is much safer to run to the side. No matter who it is, they will just think that he wants to do: just flanking the attack!

　　He ran to the side, and Qian Heze also followed. Behind them, at least half of a platoon of thirty soldiers followed.

　　Platoon Leader Lian Xiuzhu was angry: "What are you running around for?"

　　"Platoon leader! The firepower on the opposite side is too strong! We'll go around from the side and get them from behind." Sun Lexian replied loudly.

　　"Good idea!" Lian Xiuzhu praised.

　　The soldiers who followed behind his platoon, some went directly to the阵地 (zhèn dì, position, battleground), and some flanked from both sides.

　　Xia Yuankui saw that of his 300-man team, less than 100 soldiers were standing in the front.

　　He wanted to say something, but couldn't say it.

　　He ordered Lian Xiuzhu: "You take the team and守 (shǒu, guard) here, I'm going to command the team on the right wing."

　　After speaking, he also hurried to run to the right.

　　The heavy machine gun扫射 (sǎo shè, strafe) of Liu Wan's regiment made Lian Xiuzhu on the front line completely unable to fight back.

　　When Regiment Commander Liu's infantry gun was pushed up, it only fired one shot, and the sandbag in the middle of the road was blown open at once.

　　Three puppet troops hiding behind the sandbag were blown up.

　　Suddenly, these puppet troops on the front line immediately ran away: they were here to get a meal, not to sell their lives.

　　Seeing that all the puppet troops on the opposite side had started to run away.

　　Regiment Commander Liu ordered: "Brothers! Charge for me!"

　　Teams of Nationalist soldiers charged forward.

　　In Chunhua Town, Squad Leader Kito Makoto saw the scene on the battlefield from a distance.

　　Seeing that the puppet troops could not hold on for five minutes, and the whole army collapsed.

　　He scolded angrily: "Pig 罗 (luó)!"

　　No matter how much he scolded, the battle still had to continue.

　　He could only order the soldiers under his command to be prepared.

　　Company Commander Xiong Zhize led his company with one man and two horses, carrying all the equipment of the entire company.

　　When Liu Wan and the others attacked, they immediately rushed to the left side of Chunhua.

　　Just after rushing up less than 500 meters, they encountered Qian Heze and his team who were running over in a hurry.

　　Qian Heze was so frightened when he saw this team of pure cavalry rushing over that he immediately knelt down.