Chapter 126 Death

(... After a bloody battle, people pointed at the nose and scolded the ineffective battle. They saved so many people and even told them that they were living bandits... If they couldn't stand the grievance, put down their guns as soon as possible. This is a necessary quality for soldiers... Excerpted from "Grandpa's Memories of the War of Resistance")

Not far from Yijiangmen, Cao Xiaomin and his friends met a group of oncoming ordinary people.

"The boss... Is there a boat coming?" The people were overjoyed. In their opinion, there was still a whole army that was about to retreat, which meant that there was still a boat coming from Jiangbei! Those frightened and even desperate faces showed surprises when they saw Cao Xiaomin and the others!

Facing such faces, what did you say? Tell them that the Japanese have entered the city? Tell them that there is neither a boat nor a way out? Cao Xiaomin was stunned for a moment, and he really didn't know what to say.

The gunshots behind him answered everything for him. The offensive and defensive battle at Yijiang Gate started, and the machine guns of the defenders and the Japanese were fired, and the people who had never touched the gun could hear the distance - there was no way to go home and no way to cross the river!

On the spot, a group of ordinary people fell to the ground, some cried loudly, some cried in a low voice, and more people cried silently!

More than eighty soldiers lowered their heads and continued on their way... With a "puff!", Cao Xiaomin only felt the pain in his left shoulder - his left chest muscle was cut open, and his left arm was pierced by the Japanese bayonet. Now even if the Jiang Feng blows through his left half of his body, he will feel pain!

It was a piece of mud, smashing on his body, cracked into fine mud foam scattered all over the ground...

"Kara!" With a sound, at least ten rifles pushed the bullets onto the load, pointing in the direction of the mud flying, and there were a group of ordinary people standing there!

It hurts! It hurts! Cao Xiaomin's heart hurts even more than the left half of his body!

"Put the gun!" Cao Xiaomin endured a burst of staggering pain and walked to the rifles as if nothing had happened. He looked at the eyes that were already scared but had contempt or even hatred in his eyes, and whispered: "Let's go, we still have a mission..."

"Puff!" "Puff!"... There are actually mud blocks thrown over!

"We are useless. We didn't guard Nanjing. They couldn't cross the river and had no home... Everyone bear it and walk faster..." Cao Xiaomin did not say the sentence "There are so many men, women, young and old, and only wait for death." He lowered his head, and all the soldiers lowered their heads. Some soldiers' tears had silently slid down on the dry soil.

It's grievance! Every soldier here has at least ten wounds on his body. They fought with the Japanese on the fire for a night; it's grievance! Every soldier here fights with a dying heart. Their wish is just to save a more people an hour. It's grievance! Every soldier here doesn't go to the riverside to cross the river, but they have to go northwest to push the Japanese going south. Seeing that the soldiers ignored their anger, more and more muds were smashing over, and they began to be mixed with stones. Cao Xiaomin took one of his soldiers and fled in panic...

"Some of them may have lost their closest relatives in the air raid, and some may have seen their relatives trampled to death with their own eyes... Brothers, I know everyone is wronged, but..." Cao Xiaomin himself was too frustrated to speak... After bloody battles, he was pointed at the nose and scolded the ineffective battle. He saved so many people and even told people that he was a living bandit... If he couldn't stand the grievance, put down the gun as soon as possible, this was a necessary quality for soldiers... He could only recite the teachings in his grandfather's memoir over and over again:... If he couldn't stand the grievance, put down the gun as soon as possible, this was a necessary quality for soldiers!

"Battorney General, we understand...but we..." Liang Xiaokuan actually began to choke: "Can't they see our injuries..."

Isn’t it because the land is divided into north and south, and people are both young and old, and they are responsible for the War of Resistance?... This is still light. Cao Xiaomin began to remember the various grievances and incomprehensions mentioned by his grandfather in his memoirs...

"No complaints! Some people here may have delivered food to soldiers on the front line before Nanjing City was broken, and some may have transported wounded to the riverside; they are all incompetent soldiers!" Cao Xiaomin hung his gun on his shoulder and hugged Liang Xiaokuan's head with his moving right hand, just like he hugged him in Suzhou Yu Hengzhou...

Nanjing City has been famous for its tombs. Every dynasty here has experienced a war that shocked the world and made ghosts and gods. First, the geographical conditions are due to military needs, and there are many ponds in and outside the city. In peaceful times, these quiet places have carved countless vows for lovers on the trees and hearts by the pond, and in every summer it has become a good place for citizens, especially children, to cool off and play...

Many of the dense footprints on the road were covered with blood or even flesh; every pond that Cao Xiaomin and others passed was filled with corpses, and the water in each pond was dark red; the desperate people were like crazy, and they threw the corpses blocked on the road to the side of the road. When the crowd was crowded for a long time, the abandoned corpses were trampled and thrown into the pond; there were also many people who could not carry the corpses of their relatives, and they did not want them to be trampled, so they had to abandon the corpses into the pond.

The withering and decay are everywhere, and corpses can be seen everywhere, and the air is filled with the breath of blood and death; the resentment in the hearts of soldiers is gone - anyone who would go crazy in such an environment. How many people who throw mud at them on the road have lost their relatives on these bloody roads? How many people have put their relatives' bodies into the pond to avoid being trampled?

"I don't know where the Japanese are going, so let's set up an ambush in this area..." Cao Xiaomin began to give orders. This area is full of wilderness and ponds, and it is very close to the river bank. There are many continents. Whether it is the large Japanese troops or their cavalry, it is difficult for mecha troops to easily cross. In many places, only a rifle, a person with good shooting skills can control a large piece of land. If the defender is smart enough, he can hide guerrillas between the ground, and even one person can hold a team of people.

A squad soldier said goodbye to everyone with the only Czech machine gun in the entire company. They were about to wade into a continent where a Jedi surrounded by water could attack the Japanese side, but the Japanese had to swim over them, and they could not kill them without paying enough. However, the soldiers of this squad lost all their life paths unless they could swim across the Yangtze River to the other side. Cao Xiaomin chose the soldiers with the best water nature.

"Remember, we want to restrain our opponents and prevent the Japanese from passing through. Don't fight hard. Fight one shot and change another place..." "You fire through the fish pond. If the Japanese come around there and there are other brothers to deal with them, don't worry..." "Remember, every brother is fighting bloody, and no one will leave his brother. There are only three people here, but your brothers are around..." "Don't gather together, don't squeeze all within the range of a shell..." There are many veterans among these soldiers, but more veterans have only seen bloody killing people. They have not been on the battlefield for a long time. Cao Xiaomin, who has rolled through the pile of dead people, has become the most experienced veteran. He has arranged one by one combat position, explaining tactics and reminding soldiers what to do.

Not too far behind them, many refugees were walking towards a large factory. It is said that it was the British industry, and the devils might not mess around in front of the British. Many nearby civilians and workers in the factory were actually maintaining order and helping those refugees resettlement. On the coal pile in the distance, a group of workers were squatting on them and watching them set up with interest, as if they had nothing to do with war. The workers here were different from those who were waiting to cross the river, and they were obviously very calm.

Suddenly, a few brave workers came over in the distance with baskets of things.

It’s rice! The aroma of rice has greatly boosted Cao Xiaomin’s spirit!

"Boss, have you not eaten yet?" An old worker looked a little excited: "I thought you all left and won't come back..."

There were garrisons here once, and they had always used these factories as logistics bases. The workers were used to delivering food to those who served in the army; they welcomed these soldiers, and they were their own troops! Under the greeting of old workers, the workers squatting on the coal pile rushed over and rushed over, scrambling to deliver food to various defense points.

"Uncle, what is this place?... By the way, we have to requisition the iron trucks on the small railways, but no one can drive that. Can anyone help?" He looked dark and only knew that Cao Xiaomin, who went north to find a suitable defensive position to resist the Japanese, had no idea where this place was!

"Aren't you those troops? You are outsiders, you don't even know here. The one with the British flag on the other side is Hutchison's foreign company, and the other side is an electric light factory..." The old worker introduced the geography to Cao Xiaomin: "This is the coal port, and the coal in Nanjing is unloaded here. That wilderness, well, that large area is called the straw sandals..."

Oh my God! Cao Xiaomin suddenly had cold hands and feet: this is Coal Port and the Grass Shallots Gorge! Two "monuments to the death of compatriots in Nanjing Massacre by Japanese Invaders" were erected in later generations!

The devils massacred here, who did they kill?! Cao Xiaomin suddenly felt that the workers, farmers and refugees in front of him who were watching the fun, the simple people who delivered them to the food and the panic people slowly gathered together, gathered into a group and then frozen there and turned into an old black and white photo, old photos of the bodies stacked together!
Chapter completed!