Sad, great sorrow, Ma Xiaojun roared angrily, the roar flew along the roaring bullets, and he now knew that the ** soldiers of the dog day didn't know why they were fighting, and it was strange that such a bullshit army could win the battle.

"Why are you fighting, for Chiang Kai-shek, for Tang Shengzhi, bah, Lao Tzu is a soldier, a Chinese ** person, Lao Tzu is not a soldier of Chiang Kai-shek Tang Shengzhi on the dog day, Lao Tzu is a soldier of the Chinese people, we eat the food of the country, not the food of Chiang Kai-shek on the dog day, give Lao Tzu back, and fight to the death with the devil. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Ma Xiaojun shouted.

Who the hell is not afraid of death, these officers have long been accustomed to a luxurious life, and more soldiers are no different from bandits, and the national government at this time has long been unbearable.

The soldiers in front of Ma Xiaojun suddenly fell silent, and under the leadership of Ma Xiaojun, they regrouped to resist, but could he resist the attack of the Japanese army, no, and soon the soldiers he assembled fell into a situation of annihilation again.

A big drama came into view of the Japanese army, and the brave troops on the city walls began to set up machine guns on the soldiers who had been routed from the position, and began to kill each other.

Ma Xiaojun looked at all this helplessly, he was disheartened, looking at the soldiers and officers around him who were watching him flee from the position in horror, Ma Xiaojun silently closed his eyes, the defeat was irretrievable, and when the last soldier escaped from the position, Ma Xiaojun began to leave.

"The beginning of the Nanjing Massacre was not the fault of one person, the dignified Chinese ** people did not have the consciousness of a soldier at all, sad, great sorrow." Ma Xiaojun followed his troops into the city.

However, the soldiers of this regiment of Ma Xiaojun, seeing their regiment commander coming over, gathered around Ma Xiaojun one after another, this is their regiment commander, they are still a soldier.

Ma Xiaojun sighed slightly, looked at the black Japanese army on the battlefield, looked at the pervasive gunsmoke and said: "Disperse, let's run for their lives." ”

On December 13, 1937, Nanjing fell, and the Japanese army sent army commander Matsui Ishine and the commander of the Japanese Sixth Division to enter Nanjing under the command of Toshio Tani.

"Mixi, these fleeing Chinese ** people are a big hidden danger, and the secret order is to shrink the whole process and search for and eliminate all the Chinese officers and soldiers who have fled."

Ma Xiaojun lurked in the city of Nanjing, he was powerless, and he took a sniper rifle to hunt the Japanese army aimlessly in a dark corner of the city.

In Ma Xiaojun's scope, a large number of Chinese prisoners of war were gathered, and under the command of Gu Shoufu, among the 57,418 people imprisoned in the Shogunate Mountain, the ** people pierced with lead wires, and drove to the Xiaguan Straw Shoes Gorge, where the Japanese set up machine guns and fired wildly.

Lying in a pool of blood, the Chinese ** people who were not shot and died immediately were stabbed to death by the Japanese army with bayonets, all the bones were poured kerosene by the Japanese army and ignited a raging fire, and under the chase of Ma Xiaojun, the corpses were quietly in the Yangtze River by the Japanese soldiers.

Ma Xiaojun's eyes burst and blood and tears flowed out of the corners of his eyes, and it was December 18, 1937, when Ma Xiaojun fled the scene after shooting several Japanese criminals.

Ma Xiaojun followed the footsteps of the Japanese army, hiding behind the Japanese army, he didn't want to look, but his soul was trembling and forcing himself to follow step by step.

In the city of Nanjing, the Japanese army killed men when they saw them, and in the store, a Chinese young man was pulled out by the Japanese army, stripped naked, and irrigated his whole body with nitrate water, and the Chinese young man ulcerated all over his body, and walked under the pressure of the Japanese soldiers until he died.

A group of Japanese soldiers laughed heartily as they watched the painful struggles and their lives disappear quickly.

The captured Chinese soldiers, who were similarly stripped naked by the Japanese soldiers, were fixed on the door, on the living planks, on the walls, and stabbed with awls into bloody people.

Angry and scolded, the Japanese had their eyes cut off, their ears cut off, their bodies doused with kerosene, and they were burned alive.

The woman was attacked by a dozen Japanese soldiers who entered the city to carry out ** and then use a bayonet x into the **** of the clothes that did not cover the body.

Cruel, dehumanizing, Ma Xiaojun watched a pregnant woman in the sniper scope being pulled by several devils, and carried out **, even if the blood was overflowing and dying, only the Japanese soldiers had a gloomy laugh.

However, the pregnant woman was thrown away by a Japanese soldier with a bayonet and provoked the baby in her belly to play tricks.

Ma Xiaojun shuttled through the streets of Nanjing, the sniper rifle in his hand shot the head of the devil again and again, his eyes were very cold, his heart was like falling into a 10,000-year-old ice cave, and the Japanese army team was looking for Ma Xiaojun's figure.

Ma Xiaojun used his superb tactical skills to travel among the devils, and there were no less than 100 devils who died at his hands, his body was covered with bullets, covered in blood, his leg was shot in the roof of the alley, his shoulder was shot in the trembling, and he was shot in the abdomen.

However, all this pain is not worth mentioning to Ma Xiaojun at this moment, he can save it, he can't save it, let the bullet remain in the body, let the blood spill, he shuttles through the streets and alleys, indifferently pulling the trigger on the Japanese devils.

Shoot one at a time, hunt and kill, and do not evacuate until you are about to be surrounded by Japanese troops and change to another place.

Ma Xiaojun was seriously injured, late at night, the bright moon covered a layer of blood, Ma Xiaojun was lying in a dark room, at this moment the doors of the streets and alleys of Nanjing City were closed, the people were trembling, under the bed, in the cellar, wherever it could be hidden, but for the people it was not safe anywhere.

Ma Xiaojun was lying in a dark room, the wall on his body began to fester, Ma Xiaojun had a cold face, his face was blue and purple, he took out a short blade to unscrew the bullets, biting the sound of a sniper rifle gun, and the short blade dug out the bullets.

Ma Xiaojun's head was bruised, and the severe pain made Ma Xiaojun ****, the bullets were dug out one by one, and five bullets were dug out from his legs, arms, and abdomen, but there was still a bullet hole in his back.

Ma Xiaojun suppressed the pain in his body and applied black powder to the wound, only then did he breathe a sigh of relief and his lips trembled and said to himself: "Grandma, there is no way to go on like this, you must find a way to get some anti-inflammatory drugs, otherwise Lao Tzu will be tortured to death by these injuries." ”

At this moment, there was a trembling sound under the bed in the room, and Ma Xiaojun looked at it, and a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy curled up and stared at Ma Xiaojun in horror.

Ma Xiaojun was stunned for a moment, and exhaled deeply: "Boy, come out with Lao Tzu." The boy crawled out tremblingly, and Ma Xiaojun handed the short blade to the boy and scooped out the bullet from my shoulder with the tip of the knife.

The boy was dressed well, and he looked like a relatively wealthy family, so he was afraid that the boy would not be able to stand up at all.

Ma Xiaojun's eyes were cold: "Something that has no interest, Lao Tzu started killing people when he was as old as you, grandma's, I don't want to die to stand up straight for Lao Tzu." ”

The young man's heart was shocked, and he fearfully held the short blade to dig the bullet behind Ma Xiaojun, feeling the sound of the tip of the knife rubbing against the bones, Ma Xiaojun's eyes exploded, and the young man pulled out the bullet after more than ten minutes, and then his body suddenly loosened.

"What's your name?" Ma Xiaojun asked.

"Horse war." The young man replied in horror, and he looked at Ma Xiaojun with unprecedented admiration and admiration in his eyes.

"Follow Lao Tzu, be Lao Tzu's soldier, Lao Tzu will take you to live." Ma Xiaojun said, and the young man knelt down with a puff: "Dead, all dead, my father, my mother, my sister, all dead, I want revenge, I want revenge." ”

The crying boy trembled and cried in a low voice, how helpless and fragile this young man was in front of Ma Xiaojun's eyes.