Onida Yu ran out of bullets from his gun in one breath and knelt down all at once, facing the smoke of the fire paper that kept wafting through the air, and he felt his soul torn apart and his father had been killed. The person he was deeply in love with left him, and even the substitute Xiao Lili announced that he was going to divorce him.

He was desperate.

The air was filled with the cries of countless relatives who had been brutally murdered by devils. After six weeks of massacre, more than 300,000 Chinese were killed under the butcher's knife of the devil. It was one of the most tragic massacres in human history. The cruelty of the devil cannot be written in words.

After Chiang Kai-shek gave the order to retreat, there was no regular army in the huge city of Nanjing to defend the citizens of Nanjing. The citizens of Nanjing, including the prisoners of the Nationalist army, were like a herd of lambs who had lost the protection of their mothers, and were arbitrarily slaughtered by the inhumane Japanese army. On the 123th of 1937, the Japanese army poured into Nanjing, occupied the seat of government, banks and warehouses, and the Japanese soldiers opened fire and stabbed at the crowds of wounded, old women and children with barbed rifles. As one victim after another cried out in pain and helplessness, many were dragged into mass graves and buried alive as they lay dying. Nanjing's streets, alleys, ditches and ditches are full of blood.

In order to achieve the goal of slaughtering the city, the Japanese searched from house to house and killed them one by one. In the suburbs and villages, villages were also used as units, and house by house was searched and brutally shot. The rest of the people who have not been killed will be gathered together and killed collectively. Piles of corpses were everywhere by the walls, by the river (the water was red with blood), by the ponds and lakes, by the hills and at the foot of the mountains. In Nanjing, whether in the city or in the countryside, Japanese soldiers could shoot at any Chinese standing. There is no law here, there is no dignity of humanity, only savage and brutal massacres.

During six consecutive weeks of black terror, the Japanese motorcycle team asked the citizens to open their doors to meet the Japanese troops, but as soon as the shopkeepers opened the doors, the Japanese opened fire on them. In this way, the Japanese killed tens of thousands of citizens and then ransacked the shops. Then set a fire and burn the house to the ground.

These atrocities shocked American journalists in Nanjing. One by one, they watched with horror as the Japanese made Chinese prisoners of war line up on the wall near the Zhongshan Gate, and then stabbed them with bayonets on their rifles. One by one, the captives fell outside the wall......

American journalists did not believe that this was true, but the facts were real before their eyes. An American journalist wrote in his diary for fifty years: "Blood splatters, an eerie atmosphere makes people creepy and trembles in their limbs. I stood there lost my soul, dazed and at a loss. ”

It's not just American journalists who feel this way, but even Japanese journalist Masaoka Imai describes it this way:

At Shimonoseki Wharf, dead bodies were piled up into a black mountain. About 50 to 100 people were doing hard work there, dragging the bodies down and throwing them into the Yangtze River. The bodies were still bleeding, some were still alive and moaning weakly in pain, their limbs still twitching. The coolies went about their work silently, as if in a pantomime. In the hazy moonlight, there is not a clean place on the dock, wow! It's all blood!

After a while, when the coolies finished their work of hauling the corpses, the Japanese soldiers made them stand in a row...... The coolies were planted backwards into the Yangtze River, swallowed up by the raging waters