In the cold winter, the snow is fluttering.

More than ten days have passed since the fiasco of Nanjing, and the tragic story of the massacre of hundreds of thousands of people in Nanjing is circulating throughout China.

Although the Nationalist Government was trying its best to publicize the desperate and bloody battle between the soldiers and the Japanese army in Nanjing, it also took certain measures along the way for the refugees, such as setting up temporary camps in the towns along the way for resettlement, and opening porridge points to provide relief to the refugees.

But there are too many refugees, not to mention that in this era of chaos and poor communication, the top level of the government wants to really do something, but it is a pity that it is difficult for the bureaucrats at the bottom to really implement it, and there are even countless people who take the opportunity to enrich themselves.

From Jiangbei to Hefei and Lu'an, all the way to the mainland, there are refugees fleeing everywhere along the way.

These refugees are by no means only the hundreds of thousands who escaped from Nanjing, but also those who fled from Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and the people in Anhui who fled with their families when they heard of the monstrous bloody incident caused by the Japanese army in Nanjing, Jiangsu and Zhejiang.

On almost all the roads, you can see miserable and exhausted refugees staggering forward in the wind and snow, dragging their children and daughters, crying and grabbing the ground, and they can't see where their life is.

"There is a porridge shed in front, and the porridge shed set up by the government ......"

"There's something to eat, let's go!"

In front of a dilapidated town, a large group of refugees suddenly screamed, hula la-la, rushing towards the wooden shed with big porridge characters, next to the newly built resettlement area, a few wooden flagpoles like flagpoles in the wind and snow, the new handwriting on the walls has not subsided, but the porridge shed is empty, let alone pots and bowls, not even a spark.

Obviously, this is one of the countless image projects encountered along the way.

"Didn't the government hand out leaflets saying that there was food on the road and a place to live? Why is there nothing? ”

"How can we live, God, what are we going to do, where are we going......"

The disappointed refugees were crying and crying, their shriveled faces were full of despair and confusion, and everyone's hearts were as cold as the weather.

Around, ten rooms and nine empty, those who can escape have escaped, and those who can't escape are hiding at home with closed doors and windows, not daring to make a fire at all, let alone who is kind enough to come out to help and give alms.

Tens of millions of refugees, the rout, and one of them are helped, and there will be crowds of people rushing over, and no one can help anyone or save anyone.

"Let's go!"

In the crowd, Lu Yuandao, shrunk his neck vigorously, making himself feel a little warmer, it has been more than ten days since he crossed the river, and he has seen too many scenes like this.

Maybe the high-level of the Nationalist Government really wants to relieve refugees along the way, but now that warlords are entrenched in various places, the central government's control over the local areas is really limited, and it is difficult to implement it at all, not to mention that the Nationalist Government is now making every effort to prepare for the Battle of Wuhan, and the Japanese army is facing each other, and both sides are accumulating strength.

What's more, a small group of Japanese troops has crossed the river and spread to this side, not all of them will be reported about the rout of the refugees and the Japanese army, the local forces and the **** troops are shrinking their forces to avoid immediate encounters with the Japanese army, all parties are panicking, the area of hundreds of miles on the north bank has now become a terra nullius, no one cares, everyone can only take care of themselves.

These refugees, the defeated soldiers, who can take pity on them? They can only drift with the tide like fallen leaves and snow in this cold wind.

"En......"

Niu Pimple and Yang Zongman on the side responded, supporting the big bear and moving forward with difficulty, and the sound of someone falling to the ground was heard not far away, and there were women and children crying and screaming.

Lu Yuan and the others only frowned slightly, and even saved the strength to turn back, and continued to stagger.

You don't have to look at them to know what's going on—it must be a hungry and tired guy who fell headlong to the ground as he walked, never to get up again.

They have experienced a lot of such things, before and after, left and right, there are such road corpses, stiff in the wind and snow, and the people passing by don't even show a trace of sadness, let alone who helped bury them.

It's like the corpses, the rocks on the side of the road.

There are too many corpses on the road, they can't be buried if they want to, and no one has the strength, everyone is hungry and crazy, and every step forward has to mobilize the strength of the whole body.

The crying, the screaming continued, and it was heartbreaking to hear.

Lu Yuan and the others are just moving forward with difficulty, they all know that when these people have cried enough and are tired of crying, they will continue to hurry, just like these years, no matter how bitter they are, as long as they don't die, they have to go on.

People do not quit the road, and tigers do not quit the mountain.

The people on this road are people from other places, and they can only move forward until they are tired, they can't walk, or they reach a place where they can barely survive, and then they can stop, or they will call the place where they stopped, or wait for the day when they will beat the little devil and return to their hometown.

Sometimes Lu Yuan thinks that these refugees around him, as well as the pimple king Yang Zongman and others are actually happier than himself, they at least have a home they can think of going back to, but he himself doesn't know where his home is.

Go home? How to go back decades later?

Then he thought of Long Yun, the woman who seemed to be able to gallop on a prancing horse at any time and fight the sword rivers and lakes, he knew that she should still be alive, but he didn't know if there was a chance to meet the other party again. ，o

In these chaotic years, the sea of people is lonely, and it is really harder to meet another person in the vast sea of people than to find a needle in a haystack.

There are also those people who have crossed the river, Xu Yun, Su Yan, and lone wolves, I don't know what happened to these people now, everyone started from the Jiangsu Plain, and killed them from the sea of corpses and blood, he sincerely hoped that they could all live well, live to a few decades, and see that beautiful new world.

When they see that decades later, the mountains and rivers are still there, and the country and the people are safe.

Lu Yuan felt that when they saw that time, they would definitely feel that everything they had paid now, the tears they had shed, and the blood they had fought for were all worth it.

However, he felt that they would definitely have a chance to be seen, because Ren Haifang and those guerrillas were with them, and those guerrillas had the ability to survive no matter how bad the environment was.

"Wow Wow Wow ......"

More than a dozen steps away, the little girl was crying heartbreakingly, there was a woman, a man was fighting for something, and then the woman was hit the head, blood gushed out, and in the cry, the man who was scrambling rushed over, holding something in his hand and sending it to his mouth.