Chapter 479: Nanjing Retreat  (2)

"Tan Feng, how about the casualties of the troops?"

"My troops are almost exhausted, they are almost exhausted! Chief of Staff, when will it be our turn to retreat?"

Xiao Shanling exhaled: "There is one day and the last day! Tell your brothers, let's take another day, and the last day. After the fight, we will go home and go home!"

"Go home, go home." Tan Feng sat on the position.

On this battlefield, nothing is more tempting than the word "going home", and nothing is more confusing than the word "going home".

I will stick to the last day, and on the last day, I can go home...

"Chief of Staff, the 298th Brigade requested reinforcements! There is really no way to withstand it!"

"Where should I find reinforcements for him? Let him hold on himself, and I can't help but come to see me with my head!" Xiao Shanling shouted loudly, gasped for a moment, and then calmed down a little.

"Tan Feng, do you still have any troops available?"

Tan Feng hesitated: "There is still a camp in his hand..."

"Give it to me, give it to me!" Xiao Shanling waved his arm exaggeratedly: "If the 298th Brigade position is lost, our flanks will be exposed to the Japanese pirates! You are here, I will take the troops up!"

During the attack on this day, the island army significantly changed the attack target and placed all its strength on a relatively weak left-wing position.

The pressure on the 298th Brigade has increased unprecedentedly.

Only the independent regiment suffered more than two-thirds of the casualties in the attack on this day.

During the first day of the sniper battle, Qin Zhong, the colonel of the 298th Brigade, was unfortunately shot and killed when he led the team to counterattack. Later, he was replaced by Chief of Staff Gu Shuang. In less than ten hours, Gu Shuang was killed again, and then the commander of the Second Regiment Che Feng continued to command the entire regiment to fight.

Che Feng could no longer hold on, and even threw in the last reserve force in his hand.

There were voices of asking for help everywhere on the positions. The front line of the sergeant, Daqi Foreign Company had been thrown to the island army one after another. He was forced to order the entire brigade to retreat and concentrate the troops on the front line centered on the French cafe to resist.

At this time, the cafe that had become the 298th Brigade Department was also attacked by the island army.

Che Feng was left with only one platoon of troops, and the Japanese began to launch a wave-like attack with powerful troops.

The barrels of the machine guns were red, and the cafe was covered with Japanese corpses, but the Japanese had no intention of stopping at all. They still made strange screams and pounced on them again and again...

The submachine gun in Che Feng's hand has never stopped since the first attack of the Japanese. Thanks to the location of the cafe is very suitable for defense, this can offset the Japanese's advantage in military strength to the greatest extent.

But despite this, more than a dozen brothers guarding the cafe have been killed, and the last seventeen brothers are left.

Che Feng shook his head, seeing that he had to hold on for at most another hour, he pulled out the pistol from his waist, checked the bullet, and put it in a place within reach. Sure enough, the gun's muzzle was aimed at him...

Suddenly there were gunfires and machine guns outside, as if they were coming from behind the Japanese.

Che Feng glanced outside and immediately let out a long sigh.

A tank was crushing the Japanese with great might. The two machine guns on it were arrogantly spitting out flames, sweeping the people in front of him who dared to stop him under the gun.

It's a tank driven by Liu Xiaolong.

Behind the tank is a squad of infantry, with various firearms in their hands sweeping at the Japanese, and when they approach, they pick the bayonets.

Obviously, the Japanese were stunned by such an offensive. Before they could react, the Chinese soldiers had already rushed in front of them.

Che Feng saw the opportunity and quickly ordered all the brothers in the cafe to attack together. Under the attack on both sides, the Japanese quickly retreated.

Before he could wait for the car to breathe, he saw Xiao Shanling, the chief of staff of the Nanjing Garrison Command, among his brothers who were reinforced. Che Feng rushed up a few steps and saluted and said.

"She is the seat, why did you bring your brothers up in person? What if..."

Xiao Shanling ignored him, asked about the situation on the battlefield, waved his hand and quickly sent his large troops to the place where reinforcements were most needed.

Time passes by minute by minute, and now every minute has become a torment for Chinese soldiers.

Time is like awl, constantly piercing the hearts of Chinese soldiers; time is like a file, filing the nerves of Chinese soldiers bit by bit.

It was dark, and the news from the 159th Division was like the 298th Brigade, and the entire division was about to be empty.

Today was barely over, but the order to retreat still did not come. Everyone knew very well that there was absolutely no possibility for the troops to see the sun tomorrow again...

"Seat, retreat, retreat!" The radio operator stumbled over, waved the telegram in his hand, and couldn't hide his ecstasy and ran and shouted.

“Retreat, take a seat, retreat!”

Xiao Shanling grabbed the telegram and stared at him as if he couldn't believe it.

"Select, brothers have all crossed the river. This is a telegram sent by the General Command, and it is a telegram sent by the General Command!"

"Retreat, order the 159th Division and the 298th Brigade to retreat!" Almost burst out from his throat, Xiao Shanling shouted with a roar: "Three Battalion, the Third Battalion stay, follow me to take care of the cover!"

"I'd better stay here!" Che Feng said loudly.

Xiao Shanling snatched the submachine gun from his subordinates: "Get out, get out quickly, take the troops down immediately! Let the tanks open the way, open the way! Brothers of the Third Battalion, they are men and I, stay with you!"

None of the brothers in the third battalion were dissatisfied. In fact, they were not prepared to live at the beginning of the Nanjing Defense War. They just didn't expect that they were not dead yet. They finally waited for the order to retreat, but had to stay with them. It was nothing to figure it out, but they just had a life...

Liu Xiaolong in the tank stood up, raised his right hand and saluted Xiao Shanling, and then sat back to the driving bay.

A huge roar was made, and the tank slowly started.

The few soldiers who survived followed the tanks, one after another, withdrew orderly from their positions that they had sniped for three days.

The two companies left by the 48th Division in Xiaguan finally waited for the last batch of troops evacuated from Nanjing. They kept waving to the brothers opposite and greeted them loudly.

"Tanks cannot be mounted, tanks cannot be mounted!" The officer in charge of commanding the evacuation roared.

Liu Xiaolong drilled out of the tank, pointed at the tank and shouted frantically: "Do you see clearly what this is? Tank, this is a tank! German tank No. 1!"

"Brother, we're back from there alive!"
Chapter completed!