"Cluster!" Chen Yaoting said, "I am a little student, don't lie to me, can you really keep it?"

"Of course!" Zhong Yi said, "I have heard this saying that there are always more ways than difficulties! The current situation in Nanjing can indeed be regarded as dangerous, but no matter how difficult it is, there will be a way to solve it!"

"I understand!" Chu Gangchang suddenly clapped his hands and said, "Group, I have a way!"

"Oh, is that?" Zhong Yi couldn't help looking at Chu Gangchang with admiration and asked in surprise, "What's the solution?"

Chu Bangchang shook his head and said, "For our 367th Regiment, the biggest threat now is the Japanese heavy artillery unit that is about to arrive, right?"

"Yes." Zhong Yi asked again, "So what?"

Chu Gangchang said: "So, we can fight the Japanese ambush and kill their heavy artillery troops. If the Japanese have no heavy artillery, they will not be able to threaten the Bank of China. There is also a railway station in the Central Bank headquarters building. Our 367th Regiment can continue to stick to it. Everyone is wondering if that's the case?"

Everyone looked at each other and could not refute for a moment.

"Yes! It's you!" Zhong Yi raised his big hand like a palm-leaf fan.

"Hey, you can't hit someone!" Chu Bangchang hurriedly hugged his head and shouted, "Tuanzou, you said you won't hit someone!"

"I don't beat you, can you kick me?" After Zhong Yi said that, he raised his foot and kicked him in the back of Chu Bangchang's butt.

Chu Bangchang rolled over from the stool and fell to the ground, but the guy quickly turned over and got up, patted his butt, and sat back on the stool like nothing happened.

Zhong Yi said: "Don't think about ambushing the Japanese heavy artillery troops. Don't say that the Japanese now surround the entire Xinjiekou like an iron barrel. We can't get out at all. Even if the troops can go out, can you determine which route the Japanese heavy artillery troops take? When will they go to which direction? Also, are there infantry troops to protect them?"

Chu Bangchang's face collapsed, as if it was really not possible.

Chen Yaoting was so anxious that he shouted, "Tongzhang, just say it!"

Zhong Yi groaned and said, "If you want to defend Xinjiekou and Nanjing, there is only one way now!"

After pausing, Zhong Yi deliberately emphasized his tone and said word by word: "That is, fill in the life!"

More than a dozen battalion commanders here were silent and silent, and they were filled with their lives?

But a few seconds later, Yang Chen took the lead in questioning: "Group, this method may not work!"

Before Zhong Yi responded, Chen Yaoting continued: "The brothers are really not afraid of death and are unwilling to die, but even if you fill in the lives of humans as you say, how many people are left in our 367th Regiment now? One thousand five hundred? Or one thousand four? I'm afraid that these people are not enough to stuff the Japanese heavy artillery troops!"

At this time, Shen Xian, the commander of the baggage battalion who had not spoken much, suddenly said: "The Japanese's heavy artillery is really cruel. When a shell comes, a building collapses instantly, and one platoon or even one company is gone!"

Speaking of this, Shen Xian's expression dimmed and continued: "In Wusong Town, the two regiments of the teaching corps were killed by the Japanese! Poor that more than 6,000 officers and soldiers of the two regiments had just driven from Nanjing to the Songhu battlefield. Before they met the Japanese, they were killed. How miserable!"

"If we really use human lives to fill it, our regiment will last for a quarter of an hour at most! In fifteen minutes, our regiment will be able to revoke the organization!" Yuan Qiang, deputy of the Independent 7th Battalion, said tragically, "This is really not a Japanese ambition to destroy his own power. The Japanese's heavy artillery is really fierce. In the Battle of Shanghai, our 41st Army had more than 10,000 brothers, and it only lasted for less than four hours!"

The atmosphere in the conference room gradually became solemn, but Zhong Yi never stopped or refuted it.

At the end, Yuan Qiang said with tears in his eyes: "However, since he has reached this point, there is really no good way. He can only fill in his life and fight with the Japanese! "

After pausing, Yuan Qiang said again: "Fight one, you can earn enough money, and fight two!"

"Yes!" Chen Yaoting sighed, "It's time, so I can only fight to the death!"

"It seems that everyone has unified their thoughts?" Zhong Yi nodded and said, "Since the thoughts have been unified, then go back quickly and let the brothers write their suicide note!" After pausing, he said, "Tomorrow is probably the last day we stay in this world. We must leave something for our relatives before leaving."

Chu Bangchang said with a sour nose: "What's the use of leaving a suicide note? Can it be delivered?"

"You boy, you talk a lot of nonsense!" Zhong Yi said, "If you can't send it out, you can't broadcast it on the radio? Tell your brothers that there is one in the group, and everyone's suicide letter will be broadcast in Nanjing Voice!"

Chu Gangchang stopped saying a word and walked with everyone with his eyes.

After a while, only Zhu Liangcheng and Zhong Yi were left in the conference room.

Zhong Yi turned his head and looked at Zhu Liangcheng, and said, "Old Zhu, let's see your reconnaissance company next!"

"Don't worry, the regiment!" Zhu Liangcheng stood at attention and said, "Reconnaissance Company, ensure that the mission is completed!"

"Go." Zhong Yi waved his hand, and Zhu Liangcheng turned around and left.

Watching Zhu Liangcheng's figure fade away, the expression on Zhong Yi's face became solemn little by little. Whether Xinjiekou can be kept, whether Nanjing can be kept, and whether the historical tragedy of the Nanjing Massacre can be avoided depends on tonight!

...

Sixty miles southeast of Nanjing, Jurong.

On the narrow highway, a convoy of the Japanese was rolling towards Nanjing.

The leader of this fleet is six tricycles, each with a crooked light machine gun on the side of the three-wheeler. Following the six tricycles are ten heavy-load trucks!

The tarp of the load truck was hanging low, and I didn't know what was inside.

However, behind eight of the trucks, each dragged a 150mm caliber cannon.

The cannon's body tube is longer than howitzers of the same caliber. The eight cannon tubes point obliquely to the sky, like eight giant spears piercing into the sky!

While the convoy was moving, one of the trucks suddenly burst out of tire and was thrown on the road.

The entire convoy stopped immediately, and then a Japanese master jumped out of the co-pilot of one of the trucks.

"Baga, what's going on?" asked the Japanese Master Stern.

"Captain, the tire is broken!" A Japanese car soldier paused.

"Did the tire explode?" The Japanese Grandpa said angrily, "Why should you change the spare tire quickly!"

"Captain, the last spare tire has just been used up!" The Japanese car soldier paused and said, "There are no spare tires to replace now!"

"Baga!" The Japanese Major frowned for a moment, glanced at the load truck that was anchored in the road, and gritted his teeth and said, "Push it to the side of the road, and the rest of the vehicles continue to move forward!"
Chapter completed!