In the chaos, Tang Cheng, who was already dizzy, was rushed into a street intersection by the crowd. Before he could struggle to escape on the street, he felt someone reaching out to grab his pistol belt. Under a strong tug, Tang Cheng
Cheng had to continue to move with the crowd until he was getting further and further away from Yijiang Gate. "I told you to stop pulling. If you pull any further, the gun belt will break." He finally managed to avoid the alley on the street.
, Tang Cheng, who was sweating profusely, realized that the guy dragging him all the way was the little guy from the Sichuan Army.
The little guy ignored Tang Cheng's scolding and just held on to the gun belt on Tang Cheng's body. The shell gun that Tang Cheng gave him had long since disappeared, but the kitchen knife was obviously carried all the way because he didn't want to throw it away.
"Let go of me first, let go." Sporadic gunshots suddenly rang out not far from the two of them. Tang Cheng, whose expression changed drastically, lost interest in saying anything nice, and shook his body to break away from the little guy.
He turned around and made a fierce gesture. Tang Cheng held the flower trap in his hand and looked out against the wall.
The sound of gunfire was still ringing intermittently, but Tang Cheng could not find where the shooting place was. He wanted to go back to Jiangmen to meet Liu Yangyang and the others, but Tang Cheng had never been to Nanjing and was so overwhelmed by the crowd just now.
, Tang Cheng has lost his direction now, and if he is asked to return to Yijiangmen, unless someone guides him, he will have to walk through it step by step. The panicked Tang Cheng plans to find a place to ask about the route to Yijiangmen.
and direction, maybe he can still find a way to leave Nanjing.
"Hey, if you want to live, follow me, but don't make any noise. There are little Japs in many places in the city." Tang Cheng carefully left the alley, stood against the wall and looked around with squinted eyes, and then
He rushed across the street and walked sideways up the steps, walked up four steps, and gently opened a door that was left open. The rumbling sound of cannons and sometimes sporadic and sometimes continuous gunshots made this matter in Nanjing city.
There was more of a murderous intention, but Tang Cheng couldn't care about that. He just wanted to survive now.
The door opened in Tangcheng was supposed to be the front door of a shop. Unfortunately, this place had been bombarded by Japanese troops outside the city. In fact, only three walls of the entire shop remained, and the back door and back wall of the shop had disappeared.
Tang Cheng, who was standing sideways outside the door, looked through the crack in the door to the opposite side. Not far ahead was Yidong Road. Through the light produced by the explosion of the shells, he saw that the road was scattered with broken stones, cement and wood from the mountains.
Blocks, components of an ordinary building, are placed here in a relatively primitive state.
"Click, click, click..." This should be the sound made by a Czech light machine gun during normal shooting. It sounded like it was coming from the street around the corner, but Tang Cheng did not see any dark red light spots in his sight.
Flying past. Hearing the rustling sound coming from behind him, Tang Cheng knew that the boy from the Sichuan Army was following him without turning around. It seemed that his words just now had an effect. At least this boy from the Sichuan Army should
You won't make any noise casually.
Tang Cheng stretched out his hand and opened the door enough to pass through. The choking smell of gunpowder smoke floated in the air. Both Tang Cheng and the Sichuan Army boy tried their best to stifle the discomfort in their mouths and noses. Tang Cheng, who had already entered the store, pressed against the collapsed door.
Standing against the back wall, he stuck his head out and looked around cautiously. Not even a single person could be seen on the street outside, but Tang Cheng did hear the sound of gunshots not far away.
He glanced in the direction of the gunfire and saw a large plume of thin white smoke floating in front of the building in front of him. Before he could think about it carefully, Tang Cheng had already pulled the trigger of the gun and loaded the gun in his hand. He shouted softly and followed
Come on, Tang Cheng, who kept his posture of bending down and looking straight ahead, quickly rushed out of the collapsed shop, went straight past the back wall and entered the ruined street, where he lay down behind the rubble.
Not far from Tangcheng, there is a building that looks solid. Unfortunately, after a large-scale bombing by the Japanese army, none of the glass on the huge arched floor-to-ceiling windows on its thick outer wall remains, and even the interior
It is estimated that all the furnishings were destroyed by the fire, because the outer frames of all the windows were covered with black debris, and even the circular arch at the door of the building looked like black coal.
When the Sichuan Army boy followed up, Tang Cheng stood up and continued to move in the direction of the gunshots. Suddenly he heard a banging sound coming from the corner in front, and the light in his sight also appeared along with these not harsh sounds.
Seeing the frequent flashes, Tang Cheng immediately slowed down and hid his body in the darkness of the street. Putting away his slightly distracted thoughts, Tang Cheng turned his head and looked back. The Sichuan Army boy was like a black cat, moving his hands lightly.
His feet followed behind him.
A deafening roar accompanied by a blazing flash of light came from the front. Tang Cheng subconsciously knelt down and raised his gun to take a look. Thick smoke poured out from an arc-shaped porch in front. Tang Cheng and the two people did not allow them to think too much. The porch
Then there was the sound of gunfire like fried beans, and then there was a burst of chaotic shouting. Although Tang Cheng could not hear it clearly, he was sure that it was not Japanese.
Oops! Tang Cheng's eyes widened in the darkness. The boy from the Sichuan Army who was supposed to be following him suddenly rushed towards the porch. He was so fast that Tang Cheng didn't even have time to react. There was only a few seconds left for Tang Cheng to react.
Zhong, in less than a few seconds, Tang Cheng even thought about turning around and running away. Even though he had three guns on him, he was only one person, and Tang Cheng came from the porch just now
From the shouting, at least 5 people were identified on the other side.
Just when Tang Cheng was hesitating, the sound on the porch changed. Tang Cheng did not hear the gunfire but heard the crying cry of the Sichuan Army boy. What followed was the sound of climbing on the stairs. Listening to
It seemed that someone was walking down the wooden stairs on the second floor of the house. In the flash of lightning, an idea flashed through Tang Cheng's mind, and he rushed to the porch at a very fast speed. According to Xie Bo's notes,
Like that, after breaking into the hall, he immediately ducked down by the door and opened the flower trap.
After entering the foyer, Tang Cheng could clearly see the situation inside. The self-assertive Sichuan Army boy was lying on a corpse under the stairs and crying. There were also several corpses dressed as Sichuan Army lying in the hall. At the same time, leading to
A pair of cloth quick boots was exposed on the wooden stairs on the second floor. The owner of the quick boots went downstairs not too slowly. Tang Cheng entered the hall and leveled the muzzle of the gun. The owner of the quick boots had already gone down and could be seen immediately.
The location of Tangcheng.
"Da da da da da da" The flower machine in Tang Cheng's hand spurted out a gun flame, and with a loud noise, the owner of the fast boots rolled down the wooden stairs with a shell gun. The few on his chest
The hole of the gun was still spitting blood and arrows. When Tang Cheng fired, he was not sure that he was going to shoot, but he didn't think that the guy wearing a short-sleeved suit would be a good person, especially when this guy was carrying a shell gun.
Liu Yangyang had taught her to strike first. It was wartime, and anyone not wearing military uniforms with weapons in their hands was a hidden danger to Tangcheng.
The sound of the gunshot was an order. With the order, Tang Cheng, who was squatting by the door, suddenly jumped forward like an arrow from the string. He pulled the railing at the bottom of the stairs with his left hand and used the force to turn his body up the stairs, stepping on the broken and swaying steps.
He ran up the stairs. In close combat, the flower machine gun was obviously the most suitable, so when Tang Cheng went upstairs, he did not use his shell gun as usual, but held the flower machine submachine gun. He believed that
Hua Ji's rate of fire can make up for his poor marksmanship.
Not even halfway up the stairs, the sound of rifles and shell guns could be heard from the second floor, like several strings of firecrackers being set off at the same time. "Pop", "Pap", "Pap", the wooden floor near the stairs was filled with bullets.
A hole was dug out. Tang Cheng on the stairs knew that a direct hard attack might cause him injury or even death. But in this situation, he could only grit his teeth and rush up, otherwise the crying Sichuan Army boy downstairs would be the first one.
If he dies, he might be the second one.
On the stairs, Tang Cheng pulled out a grenade from his belt without hesitation and threw it up to the second floor with the proficiency and agility of a veteran. The huge "boom" sound of explosions shuttled back and forth on the second floor, powerful.
The air flow carried thick smoke and dust and rushed down from the stairway. "Da da da da da da da" The cunning Tang Cheng did not go upstairs directly. Instead, after the grenade exploded, he stretched out the flower mechanism and put the muzzle of the gun against it.
The floor was hit first, and Tang Cheng, who had no intention of changing the magazine, immediately let go of the flower machine and threw away the empty gun after it hung up, and pulled out his two shell guns.
"Pa" "Pa" "Pa" Tang Cheng rushed up to the second floor and hit all the moving and suspicious objects with the two rifles in his hands. When he knew that the two rifles in his hands were all out of bullets, Tang Cheng
He stopped and squatted behind an overturned wooden table. After the suffocating smoke subsided slightly, Tang Cheng looked around at the messy second floor. The second floor finally appeared in Tang Cheng's sight. On the ground
There were several corpses lying in random directions, and there was a strange electric sound in the silence.
After changing the magazine, Tang Cheng slowly walked out of the wooden table where he was hiding with his two guns. The entire second floor was dark, but there were dots of red and green light spots in the darkness. When Tang Cheng got closer, he realized that they were
A set of radio transmitter equipment. When following Liu Yangyang to collect ammunition from the munitions warehouse of the Second Teaching Regiment, Tang Cheng had seen this kind of thing in the warehouse. At that time, Liu Yangyang told him that the thing was called a radio, and it could communicate with hundreds of people.
Tools for communicating even thousands of kilometers away.
"Da da da da da da" Tangcheng fired a series of shots that sent sparks flying around the radio station. Then he found a few magazines from the two corpses holding rifles in their hands, and rushed downstairs in a panic. "
Let's go, let's go." Without explaining anything, Tang Cheng reached out and grabbed the collar of the Spring Festival guy and pulled him out of the restaurant. The radio on the second floor explained that this should be the gathering point for a Japanese infiltration force.
Although Tang Cheng killed the unidentified guys on the second floor, Tang Cheng was afraid that their accomplices would come back here, and he didn't want to die yet.