Nanjing, Xiaguan Wharf.

A general of the Guo Army with a lieutenant general's epaulette looked at the river in the distance with an expressionless face, and three warships were quietly moored in the surging eastward river, like three gray steel peaks that suddenly appeared, compared with the largest one in the middle, the current number one main force of the Minhua Navy, and the Taiping who was responsible for guiding them next to it was like a floating piece of garbage.

Looking at the red flag flying high above the giant ship, and the golden poplar characters that could be seen clearly without a telescope, the vice admiral couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Well, Führer Yang has arrived.

However, the Ming fleet did not fully sail into the Yangtze River, not because the water depth was not enough, the water depth of the Nanjing section was that the Fearful could also drive over, but the bald guy did not let it, so in the end, only the Prinz Eugen and two destroyers came over with landing ships.

In order to ensure his safety, in fact, the main reason is to prevent this guy from shaking his majesty in front of the people of Nanjing like in Beiping, the bald guy specially transferred a reorganization division and set up two continuous cordons between Xiaguan Wharf and Xiaoling, and everyone within a hundred meters on both sides of the road was cleared, so that those ordinary people couldn't see it clearly.

Just his pomp and circumstance will make the bald guy very faceless.

As for the reception of officials, it is even more impossible.

"What's your name?"

Surrounded by the beautiful bodyguards of the brigade, Yang Yuan walked up to the lieutenant general and asked.

"Zhang Lingfu, commander of the garrison in Lower Nanjing, commander of the 74th Division."

The lieutenant general said with a blank face.

"With a dead face, I bet he won't live next year."

Yang Yuanfu, who was dissatisfied with his failure to salute himself, maliciously pretended to be a magic stick and said to Chen Jiageng beside him.

Zhang Lingfu's eyelids jumped, but he finally controlled the desire to beat him.

"Let's go, get in the car!"

Yang Yuan turned his head very boredly and said.

The predator's car that followed him quickly stopped, and a beautiful bodyguard opened the car door, and at the same time as he walked in, this guy said to the attendant next to him: "Go, bring Hatohiko Asakanomiya here, bolt me directly to the back of the car, and find someone to follow him, and if you go slowly, you will be whipped twice!" ”

The attendant hurriedly ran to the back and dragged Hatohiko out of a prisoner car.

This guy was turned around from the Molotov submarine outside the mouth of the Yangtze River, and he was tormented in the submarine these days, and there was no tooth in his mouth, which is said to prevent him from biting his tongue and committing suicide, and even his fingernails were pulled out, but his body, especially his face, did not move much, and he specially put on the uniform of an army general again, and hung a saber with only a scabbard and a knife handle.

Hatohiko of Asakanomiya, who had revisited the old place, looked around bitterly, of course he knew that it was here that the Japanese army machine guns under his orders were wildly shooting at the innocent refugees, and at that time thousands of civilian corpses were piled up on this dock.

In a trance, it seemed that countless unjust souls were surrounding him, scrambling to tear his body, he subconsciously took a step back, but he felt a huge force, dragging him forward involuntarily, and he realized that he was tied to the back of a red car by a rope.

"Mada, don't leave yet!"

A rough roar suddenly sounded beside him, followed by a crisp whip, and a leather whip was slammed into his back, and the blood and fragments of his clothes were immediately thrown up.

Hatohiko screamed, like a whipped livestock, and involuntarily stepped forward, the speed of the car was obviously a little fast, and he could only stagger and run behind, but even so, the hateful whip was still falling from time to time.

Yang Yuan, who was sitting in the car, looked at Hatohiko Asakanomiya who was tied to the back of his car like a dog with great satisfaction, then looked at the wall of soldiers in the distance, and snapped his fingers at the bodyguard in the front seat very insidiously, who immediately began to read the verdict of Hatohiko Asakanomiya into the microphone.

He also had a set of high-powered loudspeakers on the roof of his car, and as soon as the sound was released, it could be clearly heard within a few hundred meters of the surrounding area.

The people of Nanjing, who were huddled in front of the human wall and stared in with wide eyes, were stunned for a moment when they heard the sound, and when they understood the content of the voice, they suddenly exploded.

At this time, Matsui Shigen has not yet pulled the target, and the relatives of the victims in Nanjing are holding back their hatred and have nowhere to vent it, and now when they hear that the real culprit of Nanjing's big tu killing was arrested by Yang Yuan, and he is about to be executed in Xiaoling, can he still control his emotions?

The excited crowd immediately began to storm the soldiers' human wall, hundreds of thousands of people gathered on both sides, how could Zhang Lingfu's men stop it, they couldn't really shoot at the people, right? Before he could react, the two human walls were shattered in an instant.

Looking at the crowd of people surging over like a flood bursting the embankment, it frightened those Ming Army soldiers, what if there were a few assassins hidden inside? The tanks and infantry fighting vehicles of the escort quickly stepped forward and sandwiched Yang Feng's marauders in the middle.

These heavy steel beasts, of course, were more effective than the soldiers' human walls, and the people of Nanjing, who rushed towards the Hatohiko of the Asahi Palace, were immediately blocked.

But by this time, it had been close enough to throw debris, and the angry people began to look around for usable things, stones, mud balls, and even some people took off their shoes, crying and scolding while smashing at Hatohiko of Asakanomiya.

At this time, Hatohiko Asakamiya had already been whipped into a dog, so he staggered to follow the car in front with his head down, how could he still have time to dodge, and soon he was unrecognizable, and then his legs collapsed to the ground, and he didn't know whether he was smashed or frightened.

"Don't hit it with a stone, how to cut it in half later!"

Yang Yuanshou saw that the situation was not good, and if he continued like this, he would be smashed into rotten flesh if he couldn't walk Xiaoling, so he quickly took the microphone and shouted.

The people around remembered that there was still a big drama waiting for the back, and indeed if it was a mess of stones to death now, it would be impossible to appreciate the waist cut, so quickly throw away the stones in their hands one by one, fortunately, there is no danger in taking the mud blocks, and then they were all replaced with mud blocks.

Because the injury was too serious, he couldn't walk towards the Xianggong Hatohiko, of course, this problem was not difficult to solve, called a Xie steamed bun from behind, tied him directly to the barrel, and pestle there like an exhibition specimen, followed behind the marauders and continued to let those ordinary people smash the mud.

In this way, moving forward slowly, from Xiaguan Wharf to Xiaoling is only a dozen miles away, Yang Feng's convoy actually walked for more than an hour, and in the end, almost half of the people of Nanjing poured out, and people gathered in Xiaoling to wait for Yang to avenge them.

As for the bald guys...

Uh, what can he do now but scratch his head?

(Thanks to the book friend for the song of rage, Ambu = Layla, Zhi Ge dezhi, Dark Night Maple, Ghost Husband's tip)