Chapter 114: Glory

(...Most of the glory on the battlefield belongs to the living, those who have died in battle or are dying in battle, more of them will only be forgotten in the years... Excerpted from "The Memories of Grandpa's War of Resistance")

From Guanghua Gate to Zhonghua Gate, the entire city wall was smashed into ruins, and countless soldiers were fighting bloody battles...

"Sir, the commander asked you to take a photo..." The messenger was drunk before he finished speaking...

"Photo?! Go to the photo of his mother!" An officer with excitement and spirits opened his blood-red eyes and roughly interrupted the messenger. Then he turned his head and shouted to the soldiers in front of him: "Our Central Teaching Corps is the essence of the entire army and the backbone of the Chinese Democratic Party soldiers! We want to retreat and leave some seeds for the Chinese Democratic Party soldiers, but we cannot retreat all of them. We must set an example! Those who follow me are the ones who will die tonight. Now there is a chance to withdraw. The last chance! Those who want to cross the river, take a step forward now!"

There were two people in the ranks of about, and no one was out of the rigorous and solemn square formation. Their steel-like faces only knew that they had to show their firm expressions to the superior!

"We only have one tactic!... Everyone knows that our tanks are not bulletproof at all, so we only have one chance, lurk, assault, kill the enemy with one blow, and then we are exposed and hit the enemy crowd!..." The officer's speech stopped abruptly, and everyone fell into silence...

How heroic! What a tragic feeling! The last tank unit of China, the tank soldiers of the Central Guidance Corps, will drive tanks with extremely poor defense and even unable to withstand infantry attacks. Each vehicle will be equipped with two shells to launch a final counterattack at the Japanese.

"Jianchu, is there anything else to add?" The officer with a national face turned to his deputy beside him, an officer with a gentle look in glasses.

The officer wearing glasses chuckled softly: "Brother Yu'an has finished talking about what he should say..." The smile on his face curled and roared: "I will not wait until the battle will be dead, China will be in a state! Brothers, get in the car!"

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Outside the west courtyard of the Nanjing Guofu Building, a group of generals were hiding in the gatehouse in costumes, looking at the red flames in the sky from time to time, and their faces twitched from time to time with the sound of cannons getting closer and closer...

"Report to the chief... Commander Xiao... Commander Xiao died for his country..." The angry communications soldier simply reported to the waiting senior officials: "After the Japanese army resumed air strikes on me on the riverside the day before yesterday, Commander Xiao personally led the police to maintain order on the river bank. He was seriously injured by a Japanese bomb an hour ago... "

In the original time and space, Lieutenant General Xiao Shanling, who devoted himself to defend Nanjing and maintained the stability of Nanjing during the war, eventually died for his country... Everyone turned their attention to an overly handsome lieutenant general, Sun Yuanliang, the commander of the 72nd Army and the commander of the 88th Division. He is now the supreme commander. "I think I'll wait for the other ones? If you don't say anything else, just this one... a little... "General Sun's words are a bit offensive, but everyone really has nothing to say. As a group photo of the last group of evacuated senior officials in the Nanjing Defense War, they all knew that this was a huge front page photo of the Central Daily News that would be named "National Mourning - the Last Guardian of Nanjing", a photo of historic significance; except for the two supreme commanders Sun Yuanliang and Gui Yongqing who had just retreated on the line of fire, the others were completely like receiving meritorious rewards in peacetime, and none of the front-line generals who were indicated to be recalled for a photo together!

"Report to the chief, I couldn't find that Chief Cao Xiaomin. According to the front line, Chief Cao arranged an anti-tank attack tactic and took a small team to bomb the tanks..."

"Report to the Chief, General Wan Quance, General Lan Yundong, and Commander Xie Chengrui have all died for their country..."

The people who were preparing to take a photo couldn't help but frown. They originally meant to find a group of generals who were fighting on the fire to take photos together. They also planned to do so without formal wear and steel helmets, and they seemed to be staggered with them... But now the rewards of the correspondents, the generals and officials who were looking for on the list were either unable to find them or sacrificed their lives...

"Report to the Chief... Chief Qiu Qingquan and Chief Liao Yaoxiang refused to come back. They took the brothers from the Death Squad of the Guild Team to set off on the tank..." The messenger brought back the last news that the powerful force had already set off for the important members...

"One, two, three..." "Boom!" In a shelling that exploded almost simultaneously, the generals completed the last second before the flash, put away their smiles one by one, and urged the military police to set off with serious expressions; because the front-line troops were able to fight to the death, the Nanjing City Defense Command, which was established again in this time and space, was officially disbanded on the day of its establishment, and almost all of them except commander Sun Yuanliang evacuated...

Later, this photo of thirty-four people taking a group photo, "National Mourning - The Last Guardian of Nanjing" became the top ten famous photos in the history of World War II, but there is no history to record the next history: one-third of the original list of photos died in battle on the night of the photo...

...Most of the glory on the battlefield belongs to the living, those who have died in battle or are more likely to be forgotten in the years... When the photo was later told that Cao Xiaomin, the only officer who was nominated for the rank below the school level, was nominated for a sentence that seemed to be recorded in a book...

"Bang!" A Japanese man far from the support of the tank fell in the ruins. His companions rushed down vigilantly and observed around, but could not see any suspicious targets...

Is this daytime? It should be because you can see the Zhonghua Gate far away... Why is the Zhonghua Gate gray? It looks red at night... The "machete" was wearing a sack full of mud and dust and hid alone under a collapsed wall hole - the collapsed wall just pressed on a section of pillar base, forming a small hole that could make his thin body shrink into. How long he had been hiding here, he forgot how long he had been, and his body that had begun to dehydrate allowed him to avoid the trouble of excretion; he had not eaten or drunk for a day or a night; he only knew that if he kept guarding, the Japanese would bump into his gun, and he had killed thirteen Japanese.

After pressing a bullet into the bullet port and filling the bullet bay, he counted the remaining bullets in his pocket, leaving only four rounds... "When there are not enough ten bullets left, you have to find a way to do it, and it is necessary to take a risk..." The veterans' words rang in their ears, and the "machete" quietly crawled out of the small hole that had been hidden for two days, sneaking hard at a speed that was so slow that the naked eye could not detect...

"Bang!" With a gunshot, a bullet that failed to penetrate the helmet twice pulled the helmet out with a huge impulse. The helmet strap pulled a Japanese man's chin and pulled the whole person away!

The steel helmet must have turned into a "tofu basin" (the bullets hitting the head and hitting the helmet will mess up the whole mind, which was called blood tofu by the veteran at that time)... The "machete" felt a little excited. The enemy who threatened him the most, the companion of the Japanese who had just been shot dead by him was killed by his brother, and he could crawl faster - the two days of lurking made him very clear about everything on this ruin, and there were no Japanese within three hundred meters.

He knew very well who shot and killed the Japanese man - "Little Buck Teeth", the first among their group of recruits to blow up the Japanese tank alone in Wangting, and admired the little brother of the platoon leader of "Lao Bengta".

"Machete" greedily drank a kettle that was untied from the Japanese corpse in one breath, and then swallowed a rice ball wrapped in paper without even chewing it... Finally, I felt at ease! "Machete" now realized that he was so hungry!

He made a sleeping position in the direction of "Little Buck Teeth" lurking without hesitation, and then fell asleep in the pile of corpses... He didn't close his eyes for two days and two nights, so he should go to bed, just beside the death of the pile of corpses; he was very relieved because his brother was guarding him.

On this night in Nanjing, on the night when the headquarters evacuated, countless soldiers on the line of fire were fighting to the death with the invaders. If they survived, they would continue to fight or die in the next battle; if they died one day, they would become one of the 30 million soldiers and civilians who died in the Anti-Japanese War; no one would grant them the title of guardian, they were just the humblest ordinary soldiers...
Chapter completed!