Dark.

It always gives people an inexplicable fear.

As it is now.

Zhou Tianming and others hiding in the cellar.

Listening to the sound of the devil's big scalp shoes stomping on the ground overhead, the sound of the devil rummaging through the cabinets to find and search, and the sound of chatting and talking between the devils, their mood became more and more frightened.

Fear here.

It's not about being afraid, about losing your life.

Instead.

These people are not afraid of death.

Now they are.

This life is relative to the one that was picked up.

You can die at any time.

For the sake of the country at any time, go to death.

So face death.

Zhou Tianming and others are not afraid.

What they fear is that they are not careful, make a noise, and thus cause the lives of those compatriots to be sacrificed in vain.

Maybe it's because God opened his eyes, or maybe it's because the life-for-life strategy succeeded.

Therefore, the devil did not find the cellar.

None of the cellars were found.

And even more so the people who hide in the cellars?

So Zhou Tianming and others.

It's kind of picking up a life.

When they came out of the cellar.

It was still dark.

It was dark.

But what is in front of you is not what it used to be.

Look around.

The whole small building.

Everywhere there are things that have been broken by devils rummaging through boxes and cabinets.

Although the things in front of them are no longer the things they used to be, they are still alive, Zhou Tianming, dogs, Taoist priests, hooligans, bald heads, students, white-collar workers, beauties, plus a male burden, are still alive.

To live is to have a chance.

To be alive is to hope.

Now in the city of Nanjing, there are devils everywhere, and there are devils who kill people without blinking, and at any time, there will be devils who don't have long eyes and bump into them like headless flies.

At that time.

It's really not going to be good.

At that time.

Those warriors who sacrificed their lives were sacrificed in vain.

Given these factors.

Zhou Tianming and the others all saluted towards this small building that had been fighting with them for more than a day.

This military salute.

Both for them.

It's also for yourself.

It is even more for the thousands of Chinese who died in the city of Nanjing.

After the salute is finished.

Zhou Tianming left the small building with people.

Of course.

Before leaving.

There are still some things that need to be done in advance.

For example, discard something that is not needed, such as a submachine gun that has nowhere to replenish after firing bullets, such as a long, impossible to hide rifle. These things that are currently useless have all been discarded by Zhou Tianming and others.

Actually, it's not discarded.

Instead, Zhou Tianming hid the weapons they didn't use in the cellar where they had been hiding, and left a note with the names of the soldiers who fought fiercely with the devils here on December 18, 1937 and finally died heroically.

Furthermore.

They also changed their clothes.

Not all of them have changed their clothes.

Only Zhou Tianming changed his clothes alone.

Strictly speaking.

It's not changed.

Instead, Zhou Tianming put on a common man's clothes outside his military uniform.

Now in the city of Nanjing.

The military uniform on his body was too conspicuous.

Far away.

You can see it.

Ordinary people see.

Doesn't matter.

But if you are seen by the devil.

Things are a little bit wrong.

It is estimated that the devil will be like a reipo dog.

Chase them to the death.

This is not what Zhou Tianming wants to see.

It's not what the compatriots who sacrificed their lives in exchange for Zhou Tianming and their surviving compatriots want to see.

So.

Zhou Tian put on a common man's clothes, and then under the cover of night, the group quietly left.