"Please give me another chance! I will stand on that section of Nanjing city wall and slaughter myself!" Hideo Nagagawa lowered his head and said stubbornly.

Jiro Osaka glared at him for a long time, but did not speak.

Tsuruto Matsushita next to him hurriedly advised: "There has been a loophole in the defense of Guanghuamen, and their reinforcements have not yet come up..."

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

"Bastard, our main goal is the city gate!" Jiro Osaka said angrily. Nagagawa's negligence in underestimating the enemy ruined the lives of hundreds of imperial soldiers. If it weren't for his father, he would have killed him on the spot.

"There is a gap in that section of the city wall, and you can also set up an attack point there." Tsuruto Matsushita hurriedly rescued the siege.

"Please let me go!" Nagachuan lowered his head and couldn't stand up.

Yi Anhua looked at the equipment of the First Battalion in the hidden fortifications in the city wall and was secretly surprised. This was a battalion. If it weren’t for the small number of people, these machine guns could only resist the regiment of others. At this time, except for a few guard posts, the first battalion all entered the fortifications in the city wall. This was still the fortifications made by the Central Army before, and there was no problem with defending ordinary artillery.

Even the people from the city wall next to them retreated. As soon as they retreated, the Japanese revenge cannons rushed over. The sky-high shells hit, and there were no Japanese soldiers following behind them for the time being.

"You just stay here!" Yi Anhua thought of the order to transport ammunition to them before, and a bitter smile appeared on his face inexplicably.

"What's wrong? The local militia was so strong that it only lost twelve people and strangled two squadrons for about 400 people. Although the incident happened suddenly and was better equipped, it was incredible. We fought for a long time and the regiment was almost wiped out, and the number of people killed was not as high as half of them! Alas! What's going on?" Yi Anhua sighed in his heart and walked out of the fortifications. He happened to see a first battalion's guard sentry huddled behind the entrance of a battlement. His shrinking body was so thin under the large group of fireworks of artillery fire, but his eyes were always staring at the trenches that stretched out of the battlement with periscopes.

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

"Local militia? Pioneer Army? Alas!"

The only stop on the battlefield was the moment after the artillery fire was quiet. Except for the guards of the First Battalion, the other places were still fighting. The city gate was particularly fierce. The dead bodies on both sides had no time to carry them, and they became simple fortifications to avoid bullets and artillery fire. No one stood up to blame this, and maybe the next moment, the one who was lying on the ground to dodge bullets for his comrades would become himself.

"Hey, reinforcements! Hurry up, I want reinforcements. If there is no reinforcements, give them to the local militia." Yi Anhua's ears were already shouting. The incident of the first battalion of the Pioneer Army had spread throughout the battlefield. With the great boost of morale, many people began to look forward to the power of the local militia. Even though they all knew the fragility of the local militia, at this time, the first battalion gave them a little fire of hope.

The walls defended by the First Battalion were blown up unevenly in the artillery fire, and many battlements had been flattened. Two of the four guard sentries of the First Battalion also died. But the remaining two discovered in time that the Japanese began to attack again.

Changchuan bet on everything he had, and the remaining two squadrons were no longer enough to pose a threat to the city wall with a large row of machine guns. In order to cleanse up his shame, Changchuan borrowed the power of his family and finally seconded the two squadrons of Heiga brigade. With the support of a squadron artillery seconded by Hidekawa, the captain of the artillery corps, Hidekawa, a new round of attack began.

The artillery was still leading the way. As he wished, the gap became bigger. If you exploded there, you could climb up the city wall directly.

In the first round of tentative attack, Changchuan rarely sent a squadron to constantly conceal the temptation, without using the tide stream he was good at, and the whole body pressed on. The grenade launchers were already ready, lined up in a row, and always dealing with the sharpshooters and machine guns that appeared.

The machine gun did not appear at a distance.

"Bang!" A Japanese soldier spurted a stream of blood in front of his forehead and fell backwards.

"Bang, Bang!" After a few more sounds, soldiers fell down continuously.

It was still the sharpshooter who released the cold gun, but the accurate hit rate made people feel cold. Especially when watching someone who was familiar with him splashing around him, blooming his last life, this pressure was enough to make this cold feeling paralyzed to the heels.

Changchuan tightened his hands holding the command knife, and glanced at the corner of his eyes at the Qingmen Yagyu who had nominally replaced him in command. This kind of sharpshooter is indeed very powerful, and the target is also a targeted choice. Officers, machine gunners, and grenadiers make their first choice. If this continues, on the way to attack, without waiting under the city wall, just one squadron can slowly be consumed by more than half of the more than a squadron.

"Grouton!" He didn't need to repeat again. When the third Japanese soldier fell, the grenadeon that had already been prepared had already begun to be launched.

The smoke rose on the city walls, and the grenade launchers of many Japanese veterans were of great accuracy, so accurate that they could directly hit every battlement.

A sniper rifle fell from the city tower, and with a bang, the lens of the sniper lens had broken, while Snake Twenty-one lay on the chassis and motionless. The artery on its neck, cut by the grenade shrapnel, was gurgling with the same bright red blood, flowing along the ancient city wall, and a thin red line winded to the ground.

The continuous grenade launcher bombardment greatly reduced the sniper's shooting, and the first squadron had advanced to a place not far from the city wall.

Changchuan held up his telescope and looked at the results of the grenade launcher carefully. With a sudden violent blow, the loss on the other side should be quite high. Fu thought of the scene when he was about to cut off the head of the other commander, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised again.

"Be careful!" Liu Sheng Qingmen shouted and pulled Changchuan down.

"Boom!" A loud bang made blood seep from Changchuan's ears.

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

"Yao Sheng,...Yao Shengjun!" Yau Sheng Qingmen could no longer get up, and the mortar shell was very close to them. At that time, Yau Sheng Qingmen discovered that it was timely and could be avoided and would not be too much harm. But for some reason, he chose to pull Nagachuan.

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

"My brother, take care of me... please!" He was not as strong as a young man in film and television works, but he still insisted on saying a sentence. He knew that even if Changchuan was defeated, he would go back to Japan to hide in the shadow of his family at most. His strong matriarchy was enough to save the life of his beloved eldest son.

Looking at the movement of the Yagyu Qingmen in his arms, Nagakawa roared violently, turned around, and said angrily to the messenger who was covered in blood: "Continue to shell the shell!"

At this time, Huang Huamin, who was smug on the city tower, grinned and said with a complacent smile: "I'll tell me, it's the most realistic thing to fire at the few officers who showed off. Three shells fell down! Do they really think our cannons are not good?"
Chapter completed!