Anti-Japanese sniper action

Chapter 112 Let's Hurry Back to Zhonghua Gate
"Team Leader Yamamoto, you are late." A cold voice came from the shadows.

Then came out a tall, thin man wearing a round hat.

As soon as Shiro Yamamoto saw it, he immediately straightened up, bowed his head and replied, "Lieutenant Shouhu! I was chased by the Chinese army just now, so I was late."

Shouhu took off his round cap, and while pulling it out, he gave him a sideways glance, and said with a sneer, "What's the matter? You're an agent of the Empire! How could you be hunted down?"

"Lieutenant Slender Tiger! The person who chased me was very powerful. Both of my subordinates were killed by him."

Thinking of this, Shiro Yamamoto said angrily: "If it wasn't for him, we could have killed that Chinese officer."

Seeing Shouhu raising his eyebrows in surprise, Shiro Yamamoto told the whole story.

After hearing this, Slender Tiger's expression was deep, and he muttered: "There really are such powerful Chinese soldiers?"

But then, he suddenly remembered what Wu Ren had said about the Chinese who killed Daxiong.

"I'll think about it for a while, isn't he three-headed and six-armed?" Shouhu suddenly became excited.

Seeing this, Shiro Yamamoto couldn't help being stunned. After a while, he asked, "Lieutenant Slender Tiger! When will you connect with Shadow?"

Shouhu shook his head: "There's no rush, the higher-ups arranged for us to meet tomorrow, you can get me something to eat first."
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When Zhao Zilong and everyone returned to Xinjiekou, he saw that the small building where he had fought fiercely with the devil's agents was blocked by military police, and there were some spectators around.

At the gate of Xinjiekou Hospital, a team of military police with live ammunition stood, and the atmosphere was a little tense.

"Captain, are you back?" Chen Jun, who was still on guard, saluted immediately when he saw Deng Chao come back.

"Where's Master Sun?" Deng Chao asked after nodding his head.

"The military department sent two trucks to escort him away, but the division commander left one waiting for Brother Zhao." Chen Jun pointed to Zhao Zilong.

"Wait for me?" Zhao Zilong asked suspiciously, pointing to his nose.

"Yes." Chen Jun nodded, and then said: "Your two brothers are waiting for you inside, you go in."

When Zhao Zilong entered the gate, he saw that there were many people in the originally quiet courtyard, and their voices were noisy.

Most of them are national troops wearing gray-blue cotton uniforms, but most of them are wounded.

A dozen or so bedsteads were temporarily placed in the yard, on which lay the wounded soldiers who were unable to walk, but most of them could only sit or lie on the ground covered with cloth.

Except for the national army, the few remaining people are doctors and nurses in white trigrams. They shuttle through the crowd, come and go, and keep busy.

Zhao Zilong swept his eyes and saw the nurse with two long braids on the left side of the yard.

Perhaps sensing his gaze, Li Xiaoling suddenly raised her head, and through the crowd, she saw the man with mud and dust on his face and bloodstains on his military uniform.

She blinked her beautiful eyes, revealing a row of white teeth, and then continued to lower her head to clean the wound of the wounded man.

Zhao Zilong was slightly taken aback, a little lost.

"Brother Zhao!"

"Brother Zhao!"

At this time, two shouts sounded in the distance on the right side of the yard.

Zhao Zilong turned around and saw Zhang Long and Zhang Hu approaching.

"Why are there so many people here?" Zhao Zilong went up to meet him and asked.

"The devils have rushed to Guanghua Gate. These are all returned from the position of the engineering school, brothers from the 87th Brigade of the 260th Division." Zhang Long replied.

Zhao Zilong was startled, and suddenly remembered what was recorded in history. It was from December 12 that the devils approached Nanjing City and launched attacks on Guanghuamen, Yuhuatai and other positions.

Thinking of Yuhua Terrace, his expression changed, and he called out, "Let's go back to Zhonghua Gate quickly."

"Okay." Zhang Long nodded, and said, "The truck at the door was specially left by the teacher to take us back."

Looking back at the busy figure in the distance, Zhao Zilong, Zhang Long and Zhang Hu walked out of the hospital gate.

"Xiaoling, that brother Zhao of yours is gone." Li Xiaoling nudged Li Xiaoling's back lightly with her elbow.

"That's right, Xiao Ling, don't you want to see her off?" Another student nurse chuckled lightly.

"Hey! If you keep talking, Xiao Ling's face will look like an apple." Another student nurse joked.

"Go, go, are you free?" Li Xiaoling immediately raised her blushing pretty face, ignored these students, and walked away holding the tray containing the medical equipment.
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Sitting in the back of the truck with everyone, Zhao Zilong faintly heard the sound of explosions coming from the city.

I saw that the street was much more lively than in the morning, and among the people passing by, from time to time, teams of the national army passed by quickly.

Looking at the hurried figures of those soldiers, he knew that the battle was going on outside the city gate.

Those who rode together in the car, including Wu Yang, were also injured national soldiers who had undergone simple treatment and returned to the battlefield.

"Brother Zhao! Well done." Wu Yang gave Zhao Zilong a thumbs up.

That Battalion Commander Zhou also gave him admiring glances.

They were receiving treatment in the hospital, and only when they heard gunshots did they know that Master Sun Jian was assassinated by the enemy. It was Zhao Zilong who rescued him and went to chase the enemy again.

Zhao Zilong glanced at the two of them, but only moved his mouth, then turned his head to look to the other side.

The truck happened to pass by the National Central College, where Zhao Zilong saw several military vehicles leaving quickly through the temporary wall exit.

And when he saw the blacksmith's shop, he immediately remembered the middle-aged blacksmith's promise to help make two precious knives.

Now that you have money, come and get it tomorrow and give it to the other party.Zhao Zilong touched his backpack.

He now has 100 yuan on him, which is a reward from the military department, brought to him by Sun Jian's chief of staff.

"Brother Zhao, there was some misunderstanding between us before. Don't worry about it." Wu Yang thought that Zhao Zilong was still brooding about the conflict with him in the hospital, so he said again.

"It's okay!" Zhao Zilong just shook his head lightly.

Seeing Zhao Zilong's reticence, Wu Yang didn't say anything more.

As they got closer and closer to the city gate, the sound of guns and guns became louder and louder. Everyone listened with sullen faces and tight mouths.

The truck drove for half an hour and stopped at Zhonghua Gate.

When everyone got out of the car and walked towards the positions on both sides, Wu Yang suddenly turned his head and shouted: "Brother Zhao, you must hold the position, don't lose the competition."

Zhao Zilong paused, turned around and glanced at the other party, and continued to walk forward.

"Our 262 regiment will definitely win you." Zhang Hu replied unconvinced.

It was noon and the sun was shining.

In the morning, because of the fog and Zhao Zilong rushing to find Li Xiaoling, he didn't look around much.

In addition to the tall city walls and the urn city, there is a wide avenue that is the most conspicuous.

This avenue paved with stones and blue bricks extends all the way to Zhonghuamen, then extends from the gate to the outside of the city, passes the wooden bridge over the moat, and then goes south to Yuhuatai.

"Hmm!" Zhao Zilong frowned involuntarily.

Because, from the direction of Yuhuatai, he saw gray-blue figures walking along this avenue towards Zhonghua Gate.

"Why are there so many brothers withdrawing?" Zhang Hu exclaimed.

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