If the withdrawal of the Chinese army from the Songhu battlefield was considered a defeat, then it would be a defeat after this Nanjing defense battle.

The so-called senior leaders of the National Army finally paid the price for their snake and rat strategy in the Nanjing Defense War.

Why do you say that? At the beginning, he declared that he would swear to defend Nanjing to the death, blocked several city gates and took away ships on the Yangtze River. This is the situation of fighting against the water!

However, with the Japanese attack, the bloody and courageous team that dared to resist suffered heavy losses. At this time, as a senior commander, we should mobilize the reserve team to be blocked by the gap opened by the Japanese army and take back the lost position!

But at this moment, he had moved to Chongqing. Someone gave the Supreme Commander in charge of the Nanjing Defense War an order to retreat. The commander issued an extremely simple retreat plan, and then he fled across the river on a small steamer he left behind in advance.

As soon as the commander ran away, where did the troops below have the intention to fight again with the Japanese army?

There are already many factions, and the army within a faction of the National Army often has the tradition of "friendly troops are as strong as mountains when they are in trouble", but now they cannot even be able to "move as mountains as mountains".

If they could really be "unmoved like a mountain", it would be considered as guarding a position. Now, not only did they not go to rescue, they abandoned their positions, so that the Japanese army could siege the Chinese army who dared to resist through the flanks.

The division commander ran away, the brigade commander ran away, and the regiment commander ran away. The officer abandoned the soldiers, and the soldiers could not find the officer, so a great defeat occurred.

This situation is like the leader of the sheep is gone, so won’t the flock be released?

To sum up, it means that if the commander wants to fight, he will cut off the back of the officers and soldiers. There are many positions in front of him that have not yet been lost, but the commander escapes through the life he reserved.

But the commander had a way out and fled, and the remaining tens of thousands of officers and soldiers had no way out. The city gate was blocked, and seeing that the powerful enemy was attacking again, how could the escape not occur?

If we say it according to the Northeastern people, aren’t you officials playing with people?

And this is also the sorrow of the lower-ranking people.

I remember I don’t know which novel the protagonist once said, “It’s getting used to it when it hurts.”

But isn’t the same in war? I’ll get used to it when I lose.

It cannot be said that since the beginning of the War of Resistance Against Japan, the Chinese army has never won a victory, but the victory is only partial. Since we are used to losing, tens of thousands of officers and soldiers have no fighting spirit and formed a torrent of escape on the streets of Nanjing.

At this moment, several Japanese tanks that had already rushed into Nanjing City further exacerbated this degree of escape.

"Bang", the sound of cannons sounded, and a barricade built by the Chinese army in front was directly smashed by the shells, and the soil inside the sandbag turned into dust in the sky.

The Japanese in the tank saw the barricade collapsed by a gun, and he saw through the observation crack. Seeing that there were no obstacles on the street, he said, and the tank drove to another street.

Tanks are the vanguard of infantry, and the so-called chariot soldiers of the Japanese army are just clearing obstacles for infantry.

"Run!" Just as the Japanese tank turned around, soldiers suddenly shouted in the ruins next to the barricade.

And just as his shouts were heard, dozens of soldiers emerged from the ruins.

These people are all veterans. As soon as they saw the Japanese tanks chasing them, they did not hide behind the house next to them, but instead hid in the ruins that were blown up by Japanese planes.

The reason they hid here was that they believed that the Japanese tanks would only pick valuable targets to shoot cannons, rather than plowing the ruins with artillery fire. This situation was like a veteran who would usually hide in the craters generated by the bomb explosion when hiding cannons.

"What are you running? My brothers have all been bombed to death, and I still have to take revenge!" At this moment, a soldier suddenly shouted at the collapsed barricade, he really got up from the ruins.

The moment he stood up, his body swayed, and even shook his head twice.

His life was very big, because all the class guarding this barricade had been killed except him, and he shook his head and tried to make himself awake.

The fragments of the shell did not hurt him, but the explosion of air waves finally affected him.

"What else can you get revenge? I retreated from the battlefield of Songhu. There are so many dead brothers. Can you get revenge?" the soldier shouted.

"Why are you running away? Didn't you say you swear to live and die with Nanjing?" When the soldier said this, the soldier who had just gotten up from the ruins of the barricade suddenly started to cry. He stretched out his dirty hands and wiped his eyes, and a few more black and gray appeared on his tender face.

He is not very old, and he looks seventeen or eighteen years old. Because he is young and has blood, he doesn't care about his life and death, so he is very simple.

"Go away, it's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years!" At this time, a voice sounded in his ears.

What I said makes sense is quite reasonable, and I always hear more than the previous soldier said, "Can you take revenge?"

The soldier looked up and saw that the man who was already in his twenties, had two guns cross-body, one with a box cannon with a long magazine, and the other with a Huaji.

He must be an officer, the soldier guessed with tears in his eyes.

At this moment, the soldier looked around and saw another slender soldier picking up a flower mechanism in the ruins beside him. It belonged to his squad leader, but his squad leader was now lying under the collapsed barricade, with his legs exposed from under several sandbags.

"What's the use of holding a magazine, just holding a gun?" said the soldier carrying a box cannon.

The thin soldier was embarrassed when he heard someone say this, just because the barricade had been blown up, how could he know where the other magazines of the squad leader who had already died in battle were?

"No matter how good the gun is, it's okay if you don't want it. Are you running away if you don't see it?" The thin soldier threw the flower mechanism he had just picked up on the ground again.

"Pick it up!" At this time, the soldier with the box cannon said, "If you have a gun in your hand, you can at least choose how to die!"

He spoke in a very heavy tone and sounded stern.

When the thin soldier heard what he said, he quickly picked up his gun again.

"Where is there!" said the only surviving soldier in the barricade suddenly, and then he ran forward a few steps, reached out and pulled hard on a belt exposed under a sandbag.

Fortunately, the sandbag had been exposed, and the sand had leaked out was not too heavy, so a backpack appeared. The soldier opened the backpack, and it was actually full of magazines from the Huama.

The two latecomers in front of him didn't know about this, but he knew that the backpack was not just the squad leader's own, but the bullets of the newly received flower mechanism and box cannons from the whole class.

But who would have thought that without a single shot, he was the only one left in the class.

"Oh." Surprise and joy appeared on the face of the soldier carrying the box cannon.

"This is so much! I can't carry it either!" But the thin soldier was embarrassed.

"Bring it all! Just think you have stolen gold, silver and treasures! Okay, go!" At this time, the soldier carrying the box cannon ordered again, and while he was moving, he still reached out to pull the surviving soldier.

The young soldier looked back at the ruins and finally ran away with him.

And at this point, the identities of the two soldiers who rushed over were about to emerge.

The one who carried the box cannon was Shang Zhen, and the other one with a thin body was naturally Bai Zhan.

"Let's run inside, didn't you say you wouldn't run from the north?" The people disappeared, but Bai Zhan's questioning came from the alley.
Chapter completed!