Shang Zhen and Qian Chuaner walked to the streets of this town.

This town is no different from the villages and towns that Shang Zhen and the others saw along the way. There are tall brick and tile houses, but more of them are low thatched houses, and some of them have been burned and erected. It is the atmosphere of war, and the common people are busy in the ruins.

Someone in this town glanced at them and turned his eyes away. Everyone was busy with their own affairs, who would care about them?

In fact, Shang Zhen and Qian Chuaner are dressed no differently from the people nowadays. They are wearing tattered cotton coats and trousers, just as they saw many people on the street.

From Shang Zhen's perspective, those people should never be locals but people from other places. In other words, refugees!

This principle is actually very simple. The Japanese army encircled Nanjing City from three directions southeast, north and north.

During this process, people from all over the world would run west to avoid the war, and then, like their team, they were blocked by the Yangtze River.

Thinking of this, Shang Zhen couldn't help but feel a stir in his heart and whispered: "I don't know how many people will die in Nanjing?"

Of course, it makes sense for Shang Zhen to think so. If thousands of people were blocked by the Yangtze River, how could the Japanese army not start a large-scale murder?

When they broke through the south of Nanjing, was it wrong for the Chinese military and civilians who were heading west to north when they encountered this situation?

"Huh?" Qian Chuan'er was stunned for a moment and replied, "Who knows."

He didn't know why Shang Zhen suddenly thought of this problem. He was thinking about how to find the ship crossing the river.

When they arrived on the edge of the Yangtze River, they saw that there was a vast white water, but there was no boat on the wide and wide river surface?

I think those who have ships will either carry people across the river and will not come back, or will be directly sunk by the Japanese army. After all, it has been more than half a month since Nanjing fell.

Shang Zhen shook his head and glanced back. Seeing that the little dustpan and Bai Zhan were following slowly, he turned left.

Of course, they had to go to the waterside if they wanted to find a boat. With the size and location of this town, Shang Zhen believed that there must be a pier here.

"It seems that there are not many dead people here." Qian Chuan said vigilantly, as he was watching the people who tied a cloth hoop on his arms in the distance of the street.

It was obvious that those people were Chinese, but they were directly classified as traitors with the cloth hoops on their arms.

Shang Zhen said "yes" and then walked forward.

Shang Zhen couldn't figure out why there were fewer people in this town, and the house was not damaged very seriously. As Wang Laomao once said, there were no jackals who did not eat meat. Shang Zhen, who died here, did not believe that it was because the Japanese devils had kind hearts.

In his opinion, perhaps this is not the only way for the Chinese army to retreat.

In order to capture Nanjing, the Japanese army must first seize the strategic key points of the Chinese army outside Nanjing. Where a location like this town is not very important, the Japanese army may not send troops.

Shang Zhen was not foresighted, but he didn't know what a wise decision it was to lead people to break out from the southeast.

Just as Shang Zhen and his team were fighting with the Japanese army outside the city, the water surface of the Nanjing section of the Yangtze River was already stained with blood from the Chinese military and civilians!

It is now early February, and the Japanese army's killings in Nanjing have not stopped, but the peak period of the Japanese army's killings has passed, and the Japanese army has not yet taken care of this relatively remote town.

After more than ten minutes, Shang Zhen and Qian Chuaner finally passed through the middle of the town to the dock.

It's really a pier, with trests and wooden stakes for tying boats, but there are still no ships here.

Sure enough, Shang Zhen sighed in his heart that this was no different from what he had expected in advance.

If there are ships in this town, they will carry people to transport people across the river. Otherwise, where will so many refugees come from in this town?

"Why should we ask someone to ask?" Qian Chuaner, who was also disappointed, asked Shang Zhen.

Shang Zhen shook his head.

This matter cannot be found out.

These people don’t have locals at all. It would be fine if they didn’t speak. If they spoke like Northeastern dialect, the locals wouldn’t pay any attention to them at all.

Moreover, from the few people wearing cloth hoops on their arms they saw before, the Japanese army must have been here. As long as they reveal their accent, they will definitely cause unnecessary trouble.

"Let's take a walk around the town, don't talk too much, maybe you can find any other way." Shang Zhen said.

For the current plan, I can only take one step at a time.

Qian Chuan'er responded, and the two of them walked back from the pier.

Although the little dustbike and Bai Zhan following only took a look from a distance and guessed the general situation, the two of them followed behind without saying a word.

When they came, Shang Zhen and the others were walking on the main street, but this time they were going into the alley.

With a "squeak", some local people saw Shang Zhen and Qian Chuan'er when they opened the door. They looked at them vigilantly and then closed the door with a "clang" and then the sound of the door bolt hitting.

It is estimated that this family regarded the two of them as refugees.

Shang Zhen is no longer the thin pole, and the small dustpan is no longer the same as the small dioudiu.

People are poor and have a short ambition. If there are too many refugees, they will inevitably find solutions to local people. It is normal for them to be vigilant against these two strong people.

In response to this, Shang Zhen and Xiao Zhui exchanged glances and could only smile bitterly.

"It would be great if Leng Xiaozhi and Li Yajuan were there." Xiao Wuji suddenly said this without thinking.

"Why?" Shang Zhen asked.

"They are Communists. I heard from them that the Communists will always get along with the people, so we are not good." Xiao Wuji whispered.

Xiao Zhuji's words instantly evoked Shang Zhen's memories, and Leng Xiaozhi's situation of being with him appeared in front of him.

But Shang Zhen immediately threw these things away.

He couldn't think of Leng Xiaozhi, who doesn't like being with the person he likes, but now he is clearly separated from each other and doesn't know how to live or die. If he just imagines himself, it's just a matter of increasing his worries.

Shang Zhen and Qian Chuaner walked in the tortuous alley again. Just as they were about to walk to the corner of an alley, they suddenly heard a tender voice sounding at the other end of the corner: "Grandpa and grandma, uncle and aunt, who is kind enough to give us some food!"

It was a little girl's voice that sounded so immature. Just by judging the voice alone, Shang Zhen could determine that the girl would not be over five years old.
Chapter completed!