Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Chapter 930 This strike, I've been waiting for you for a long time!

The wounded soldiers shouted in unison, then rolled into the river one by one and swam toward the pontoon bridge.

The Japanese troops opened fire wildly after spotting the bridge, causing blood to bloom on the water's surface, but some still managed to approach the bridge pier.

Zhang Yonghua was the last to go down. He turned back in the water and shouted to Xu Peng on the shore, "Battalion Commander Xu, please take a look at Nanjing in this peaceful year!"

Then, he disappeared underwater.

A few seconds later, a series of explosions rang out, the pontoon bridge shook violently, some of the piers collapsed, and the Japanese engineers panicked.

The explosion created crimson ripples on the water at dusk, successfully delaying the Japanese attack for two hours.

As night fell again, Wang Yaowu knew that Shuixi Gate could not be defended.

The Japanese army has broken through Nanjing's defenses from other directions, and the entire city is about to fall.

"Commander, let's retreat quickly!" the guard company commander said urgently.

Looking at the devastated city, Wang Yaowu asked, "Where's Xu Peng?"

"Commander Xu led a suicide squad to cover the rear and asked us to tell you that he has done right by the people of Nanjing."

At this time, Xu Peng, Li Afu, and the last twenty or so defenders at Shuixi Gate were engaged in street fighting with the Japanese army.

The floodwaters had receded somewhat, revealing the horrific scene beneath the surface: countless civilian corpses intertwined with the remains of soldiers.

"Battalion Commander, we're out of bullets!" Li Afu shouted.

Looking at the approaching Japanese troops, Xu Peng calmly asked, "What are we engineers best at?"

Li Afu was taken aback at first, then laughed: "Explosion."

Xu Peng nodded: "I planted the last batch of explosives in this area, enough to take away a lot of Japanese soldiers."

He took out the last detonator and looked at the few surviving soldiers around him: "Are you scared?"

The crowd shook their heads.

The Japanese troops were getting closer, and their faces were now clearly visible. Xu Peng slowly pressed the detonator.

A huge explosion rang out, and the last section of the city wall at Shuixi Gate collapsed, burying the attacking Japanese troops and the indomitable defenders together.

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At dawn, the summit of Zijin Mountain was shrouded in smoke and cold mist.

In front of the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum archway, the 38th Regiment of the 16th Division of the Japanese Army had already deployed its attack formation.

Regimental Commander Colonel Konoe rode his warhorse, arrogantly gazing at the 392 steps leading to the mausoleum.

"The Chinese army is at its wits' end. Let's seize the opportunity and take Sun Yat-sen's Mausoleum!" He drew his saber and pointed it straight at the mountaintop.

The Japanese troops surged up the steps like a tide, but encountered unexpected resistance in the middle of the steps. Soldiers from the Second Battalion of the Training Corps suddenly emerged from the dense forest on both sides of the stone steps and used the difference in elevation to strike the Japanese troops directly in the throat.

Leading the charge was Zhou Weiguo, the captain of the Second Battalion. This graduate of the ninth class of the Whampoa Military Academy was selected to study at the Berlin Military Academy in Germany. He carried a captured Japanese officer's sword, and wherever the blade flashed, a Japanese soldier would fall to the ground.

His unique "ladder bayonet technique" has become widely known in the army. It uses the downward momentum to strike the enemy's throat or the junction of the shoulder and neck with the bayonet, killing them instantly.

"Captain! A small group of Japanese troops has broken through on the left!" a soldier shouted.

Zhou Weiguo turned and leaped onto the stone railing, running along it like a nimble ape. To the astonishment of the Japanese soldiers, he leaped down, his saber tracing a perfect arc.

A fierce hand-to-hand combat unfolded on the steps. The soldiers of the Training Corps occupied the high ground and used the difference in elevation to thrust at the Japanese soldiers whenever they were in difficulty raising their swords.

In front of the mausoleum gate, Zhou Weiguo suddenly noticed a small group of Japanese soldiers trying to flank the sacrificial hall.

He immediately led more than ten soldiers to intercept them, but as they approached the shrine, they heard a heartbreaking sound—the echo of bullets hitting marble.

"Oh no! The mausoleum!" Zhou Weiguo's eyes widened in horror.

Almost simultaneously, Gui Yongqing at the observatory received even more unsettling news: "Commander-in-Chief, the Japanese army has used special incendiary bombs, and the trees near the cemetery are on fire!"

Gui Yongqing's heart sank; his worst fears had come true.

If the fire spreads, the entire Zijin Mountain will become a sea of ​​fire, and both the garrison and civilian shelters will face annihilation.

"Execute 'Fire Barrier Plan'!" Gui Yongqing ordered, a hint of pain flashing in his eyes.

Even before the war, the Training Corps had buried pine resin and fuel oil in many places on the mountainside, originally intended to block the enemy at the last moment.

By igniting it in advance, we can deter the enemy, but it also means giving up our last line of defense.

In an instant, a wall of fire erupted on the mountainside of Zijin Mountain.

Caught off guard, the Japanese troops attacking the mountain were caught off guard. Many soldiers had to remove their heavy winter clothing due to the intense fire, which greatly reduced their fighting capacity in the freezing cold.

However, the wind direction suddenly changed, and the fire began to spread towards the mountaintop.

"Commander, the fire is out of control! Air raid shelters number three and five are engulfed in flames, and there are wounded soldiers and civilians inside!" the communications soldier reported in a panic.

Gui Yongqing slammed his fist on the observation platform: "Fire team, move out immediately! Prioritize the evacuation of the wounded and civilians!"

Inside the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum's memorial hall, the sounds of gunfire and shouts of battle grew ever closer.

Zhou Weiguo led his remaining troops to retreat to this location.

"Captain, we're running low on ammunition!" The soldiers gathered their last bullets and distributed them, each with less than ten rounds.

Looking at the solemn marble statue of Sun Yat-sen in the memorial hall, Zhou Weiguo suddenly recalled the scene when he took his oath here as a student of the Whampoa Military Academy.

Back then, he was a passionate young man, full of ideals to save the country, but now he has to fight the enemy to the last in this sacred land of the nation.

With a creak, the hall door was kicked open, and Japanese soldiers poured in like a tidal wave.

"Defend the spirit of the Premier!" someone shouted, and the remnants of the Training Corps engaged in a fierce hand-to-hand battle with the Japanese army inside the memorial hall.

Bullets whistled through the air as Zhou Weiguo roared and charged into the enemy ranks with his military knife, as if entering an empty field.

During the fierce battle, a grenade exploded next to the statue's base, and the huge shockwave sent Zhou Weiguo flying.

He fell heavily to the ground.

Colonel Konoe entered the ceremonial hall triumphantly, his saber pointing at the wounded Zhou Weiguo: "This man is extremely brave. Capture him, and I want him to watch the Imperial Army occupy Nanjing with his own eyes."

At the critical moment, a deafening explosion suddenly came from the direction of the observatory. Gui Yongqing ordered the main building of the observatory to be blown up to prevent classified equipment from falling into enemy hands.

The explosion disrupted the Japanese offensive, and Zhou Weiguo seized the opportunity to leap up and plunge his sword into Konoe Isao's chest: "I've been waiting for this strike for a long time!"

Konoe Isao stared incredulously at the hilt of the sword in front of his chest, then slowly fell to the ground.

The Japanese troops were thrown into chaos, and Zhou Weiguo seized the opportunity to shout, "Brothers, retreat to the second line of defense!"

As dusk fell, the fire on the summit of Zijin Mountain was gradually brought under control, but most of the position had already been lost.

Gui Yongqing counted the number of people at the temporary command post. The Training Corps now had less than 500 who were capable of fighting.

Zhou Weiguo arrived with more than ten survivors and reported in grief: "Commander-in-Chief, the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum has fallen..."

Gui Yongqing remained silent for a long time, gazing at Nanjing in the twilight, where fires broke out in many places and the sounds of gunfire and artillery echoed.

"How long have we been delaying the Japanese army?" he asked softly.

"For three whole days, Commander-in-Chief, the headquarters has ordered us to hold out for another 24 hours to buy time for the evacuation of the military and civilians in the city."