"Okay, brothers, everyone is here, the task is completed, we should go back." Seeing the brothers come back one by one, Song Yuanming was extremely happy. The brothers also looked excited and chirped.

"Manzi, how many did you kill just now?" This is what the Tiger King asked Manzi.

"Twelve. The Japanese slept like dead pigs. Chopping them with one knife was like chopping vegetables. Rabbits, how many did you kill?" Manzi looked excited.

"Absolutely, the killing was so enjoyable. Captain Song, it's so fun to fight with you, the Japanese are as soft as clay." Rabbit looked at Song Yuanming with admiration.

"What's the matter? Japs are born to parents just like us. They eat whole grains, and bullets will still make holes." Song Yuanming laughed, and suddenly, his smile froze on his face, "Tiger King,

What’s the date today?”

"Captain Song, today is the 12th, what's wrong?" King Tiger was startled by Song Yuanming's expression, and waved his hand in front of him: "Captain Song, what's wrong with you? Did the Japanese poison you?

Gu? Are you possessed?"

"I'm fine..." Song Yuanming waved his hand and shook his head hard. It's the twelfth, days go by so fast, which means - tomorrow, December 1937

On the 13th, the Japanese troops broke into Nanjing from Guanghua Gate and Zhonghua Gate. In the next six weeks, the entire Nanjing will be shrouded in a haze of death and killing! Three hundred thousand compatriots...a total of three hundred thousand.

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Back at Purple Mountain, Xie Yunhan also noticed something was wrong with Song Yuanming. The other soldiers who went to participate in the mission were all in high spirits, chatting and laughing, but he kept frowning and said nothing.

"Old Song, what's wrong with you?" Xie Yunhan asked with concern, what happened to his brother?

"I...I'm fine." Song Yuanming waved his hand, his brows still furrowed.

"I think there's something wrong with you. Did something happen? Didn't you win a big battle?" Looking at Song Yuanming's ugly face, Xie Yunhan also knew that he couldn't ask anything else, "Please rest, I'm leaving first."

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"Lao Xie, let's chat with brother for a while longer." Song Yuanming stopped him, "Tomorrow... we may have to retreat tomorrow. Remember, don't go to Xiaguan. You absolutely can't go."

"Retreat? Where did you get the news? Didn't Shangfeng say that he would 'defend Nanjing and swear to live and die with Nanjing'?"

"Just listen to me. My brother will not harm you. Retreat tomorrow! Never go to Xiaguan. There is only a dead end there."

This night, sleepless...

"Asshole! Asshole!!! Who did this!" (Japanese) I heard that this place was attacked last night. Matsui Iwane, the top commander of the Japanese army in charge of the Nanjing Campaign, came here early this morning. He looked at the rows of hangings on the wall of the barracks.

, like the corpses of Japanese soldiers hanging in the front and back of the house in the northeast, like dried corn cobs, he couldn't help but feel angry.

"Sir, today we..." (Japanese) The adjutant next to Matsui Iwane originally wanted to ask about today's attack plan, but after receiving a fierce look from Matsui Iwane, he remained silent and did not dare to say anything.

"Bastard, all brigades and regiments obey orders. We must open gaps in Nanjing's city defense today! Armored regiments, heavy artillery troops, army aviation, naval fleets, and special smoke troops (poison gas troops) will attack in full force. If we cannot attack before noon, you will all have your belly open to express gratitude to the emperor.

!!!” (Japanese) Matsui Iwane issued the order through gritted teeth.

Seeing that his commander was really angry, the Japanese troops attacking today were particularly crazy. Some brigades even fired artillery to attack the Kuomintang defenders' fortifications when the troops were charging, even if the shells missed their own heads.

No matter what, most of the Kuomintang defenders' fortifications were built in conspicuous places, and now they directly became targets. 78 mm, 105 mm, 112 mm, and 240 mm armor-piercing bombs, gas bombs, high-explosive bombs, grenades, and incendiary bombs were fired crazily.

At this time, many soldiers were killed by shell fragments in their fortifications, or were burned alive by burning incendiary liquid. The scene was very scary.

Among the several defensive positions, Guanghua Gate was the most difficult to fight. Japanese tanks, heavy artillery, bombers and warships took turns to carry out saturation bombardment on the city gate and city wall. The city gate was blown open by armor-piercing bombs, and a third of the city wall collapsed.

, and even more deadly were the poison gas bombs, which killed countless defenders.

"Come from the regiment, call from Shangfeng." Despite the fierce Japanese artillery fire, the adjutant ran to Xie Yunhan, "Call from Shangfeng, Guanghua Gate and Zhonghua Gate have been breached, Nanjing is in emergency, all ministries immediately break out on their own. There is also a verbal message from Shangfeng

, our Central Army troops immediately broke out from Xiaguan."

Xie Yunhan was just about to tell his brothers to evacuate to Xiaguan, when he suddenly remembered what Song Yuanming said last night, "Tomorrow... there may be a retreat tomorrow. Remember, never go to Xiaguan, absolutely not."

, he made a prompt decision: "Brothers, use the terrain of Purple Mountain and the cover of the jungle to break through!!!"

"Regiment leader, the order from the top is to break out from Xiaguan." The adjutant was anxious. This was disobeying military orders.

"Going to Xiaguan is a dead end. If you don't want to retreat with us, go to Xiaguan yourself." Xie Yunhan roared. He asked the adjutant to go to Xiaguan alone. Even if he had the guts, he would not dare to break into the Japanese army.

It was just a beastly machine running. Any man he met who had calluses on his hands would be shot. At this point, the adjutant had no choice but to retreat with the team in dismay.

Xiaguan, the dock was already in chaos. Since before the war, Tang Shengzhi had strictly controlled the ships to prevent soldiers from escaping. How could the few small boats withstand hundreds of thousands of soldiers crossing the river? Yu Jishi, commander of the 74th Army, had

He got a small steamer to transport his brothers from the 74th Division across the river, and the remaining people could only watch helplessly. The soldiers who did not board the ship fired at the soldiers on the ship, and the soldiers on the ship

They also shot at the soldiers on the shore. What an irony. They did not die in the hands of the Japanese, but in the hands of their own people. The Japanese fleet and air force also came to Xiaguan at this time, and the machine guns on the steamers and destroyers were

Naval cannons, aircraft machine guns and bombs took turns attacking the crowds on the shore. There was no need to aim at all. Just press the button in your hand with your eyes closed to shoot out pools of blood.

On December 13, 1937, the city of Nanjing fell. In the six weeks that followed, 300,000 compatriots died under the knife of the Japanese. The Japanese army did whatever they wanted in Nanjing, robbing, killing contests, raping women, and everything else that humans could commit.

They all committed the crime once or even several times. The German ambassador to Nanjing at the time said in a report to Berlin: "It was not this or that Japanese who committed the crime, but the entire imperial army. They were a moving army.

Animalistic machine.”

In the dense jungle at the foot of Zijin Mountain, exhausted soldiers were still moving forward. It was already night, and there were still Japanese patrols patrolling the forest with flashlights. Fortunately, Song Yuanming had sharp eyesight and bypassed several patrols in advance.

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"Lao Wang, is there anything to eat?" A soldier in the team was very hungry and asked the cook Lao Wang.

"It's gone. The cooks and the food were all lost on the Purple Mountain." Lao Wang was helpless.

"Who?" (Japanese) They spoke a little loudly, which attracted the attention of a Japanese patrol not far away. The beam of flashlight shone over, and the leading Japanese saw the national army uniforms worn by Song Yuanming and others and shouted: "

Chinese soldiers, attack!!!" (Japanese)

"Hidden!" Song Yuanming shouted, slid down the hillside, and shot the Japs down with one shot. "Bang bang bang bang bang" the two sides began to exchange fire. The Japanese crooked machine gun could not match it in terms of firing rate or ammunition load.

The Czech machine gun of the national army was suppressed as soon as the battle started. But now that there are Japs from all directions, the first shot was undoubtedly a signal. Looking at the Japs surrounding them from all directions, the barbarian picked up a 38-gun and covered it.

Bayonet: "Captain, thanks regiment, you retreat, I will cover you."

After saying that, Manzi took the lead and rushed towards the Japanese. Qinan shouted anxiously: "Brother Manzi!"

"Let's go!!!" He fired twice, and the two Japs were directly shot in the head.

"Let's go! Don't let the barbarian die in vain!" Song Yuanming pulled Qinan up and called for everyone to retreat without stopping.

"Little devil, come on." Manzi looked at Song Yuanming and others walking away, with a sad smile on his face.

"This Kuomintang soldier, I sincerely admire your courage. Please tell me your serial number and name. As long as you put down your arms, the imperial army will ensure your personal safety." A Japanese lieutenant officer persuaded him to surrender.

"Fuck you uncle, don't let me take advantage of you. How can I still be good if I fall into your hands? I am your ancestor. You want me to surrender in the next life!" Manzi rushed towards the Japanese soldiers surrounding him and shot him to death.

One of them turned around and stabbed to death a Japanese guy who was rushing towards him.

"Ah!" Five Japs rushed up together. Manzi stabbed one to death, but he was stabbed in the stomach by the bayonets of the other four Japs. He turned to look in the direction where Song Yuanming and Xie Yunhan were retreating. The latter had retreated safely. Manzi

He grinned and spit out a mouthful of blood: "Captain Song, run quickly, the barbarian didn't embarrass you, it's worth it..."

"Hoo, ho--" Song Yuanming and others who ran out of the encirclement leaned against a tree and gasped for air. Looking back, they could faintly see the figure of the dead barbarian who was kneeling on the ground. Song Yuanming wiped his wet eyes.
Chapter completed!