PS: The bloody one is coming, asking for a monthly ticket, do you want the old devil Matsui Shigen to hang up like this, or take out one or two parts of him now, and finally be executed at the trial seat?

It's dawn.

After a busy night, everyone was tired, and finally the 152-mm British cannon was repaired.

(Xiaofeng checked some information, about the British-made 15 cm cannon, and failed to find the model, but found it in some information, among the fortress guns of Jiangning Fortress, there are British-made cannons, so they are used in this book, if there are any errors or omissions, please forgive me!) ）

Suddenly there were snowflakes in the gloomy sky, and it was thought that it had been brewing all night yesterday, and the snow had finally fallen.

"The boss is back."

"It's a bit of a hassle under the snow." Cheng Gang said with some concern.

"Don't worry, it's not long before you go, let's go in and say, let's arrange today's tasks, and we'll take action later." Leng Feng gently patted Cheng Gang's shoulder and said.

In the combat command room, except for those who stayed in the battery, everyone arrived.

"Du Shan!"

"Here!"

"Today's reconnaissance mission is not trivial, you must take a closer look, the Japanese layout of the Forbidden City airfield, come back and draw me a sketch!" Leng Feng ordered.

"Yes, Chief Leng!" Du Shan nodded solemnly, he knew that today's task was not trivial, and there must not be a slight mistake, otherwise everything would be in vain.

"Witch Counselor!"

"Your task is to monitor all the incoming and outgoing messages of the Japanese army, pay attention to any unusual movements of the Japanese army, and at the same time maintain close contact with the Wuhan side!"

Wu Xiaoyun nodded.

"Cheng Gang!"

"The safety of the Eagle's Nest is up to you. It's important to keep everyone safe. Arbitrary! Leng Feng said.

"Understood!"

"Zhou Xue. How's your calculation? Leng Feng asked.

"It's already handed over to Wu Xiaoyun, you can just look for her." Zhou Xue replied angrily.

"I still need your help with the modification." Leng Feng nodded.

"Got it." Zhou Xue pursed her lips and agreed.

"Others, stay in the Eagle's Nest and are strictly forbidden to go out, do you understand?" Leng Feng glanced around at everyone and ordered.

"Yes!"

"Counselor Wu, can you get a simple receiving device? If you send a radio wave from your side, I can receive it? Leng Feng asked.

Wu Xiaoyun thought for a moment and nodded, the components of the radio station are easy to be damaged, Leng Feng made people pay attention to the collection of some radios, which can be replaced by disassembling some electronic components, and it is not difficult to use these components to make a receiving device.

Although the cold front has long gotten rid of this low-level communication method after a thousand years of coming, in this era. This one is high-tech.

Although he can do it, I am afraid that it will take far longer than those like Wu Xiaoyun who are proficient in the technology of this era.

The cold front needs to know the exact time of the attack. And he can't be sure of the Qingliangshan Fort, someone must give him instructions.

The person who gave this order was Wu Xiaoyun.

North of the city, Capital Hotel.

"Oh, it's snowing, beautiful white snow, and today is such a sad day." Matsui tried to suppress his excitement and attended the press conference.

"May I ask General Matsui, will the Japanese army have any military operations next?" A foreigner reporter with blue eyes and a high nose raised his hand and asked.

Matsui Shigen tightened his collar, he was still a little uncomfortable with the weather in Nanjing City in winter, it was too cold.

"The future military action will depend entirely on the attitude of Chiang Zhongzheng and the Nationalist Government!" Speaking of this, he put on a sad look, "I deeply regret the suffering suffered by the people of Nanjing, but this army will resolutely continue to advance until China repents!" ”

The reporters' expressions were wonderful, and they cast contemptuous glances at this shameless and unscrupulous Japanese commander.

"Your Excellency Matsui, don't you know that your subordinates are massacring civilians in Nanjing?"

"Massacre of civilians, no, the Imperial Army of Japan is one of the most disciplined armies in the world, as for the civilians you are talking about, it is just the Shina Army that is trying to resist, for the rebels, I don't think any country will let it go, not to mention, they are the biggest threat to the people!" Matsui Ishine's letter mouth ostetropic.

"But as far as we know, these soldiers have already laid down their guns and surrendered to your army?"

"Yes, I need to know what this journalist friend said, but as far as I know, the Imperial Japanese Army treats prisoners very kindly, and later on, we will arrange for our journalist friends to visit the prisoner camp, and you will understand that all this is just a rumor spread by the Chinese side!" Matsui Ishine was determined.

"Then your army rushed into the Nanjing International Security Zone, searched and arrested young men, as well as young women, could they also be so-called soldiers?"

"This ......" Matsui Ishone's face darkened suddenly, this question obviously can't be answered, if it is a young man, it can be said that he is a soldier mixed with civilians, but what is the young woman for, can he not know?

The Japanese army has a tradition of setting up comfort women with them, which is obviously not acceptable to the morality of today's world.

But soldiers are fighting far away in foreign lands, high-intensity battles, mental fatigue, need comfort, and women are undoubtedly the best placebo.

It is clear that the comfort women in the country cannot keep up with the needs of the front, and it is also the tradition of the Japanese army to recruit comfort women on the spot.

What's more, in the eyes of the Japanese, it is their honor for Shina women to be able to become comfort women of the imperial army.

"Your Excellency General, I heard that these young Chinese women have been captured as comfort women, is this true?" The reporter continued to ask relentlessly.

Matsui Ishine faintly showed a trace of unhappiness, and two Japanese military policemen who were maintaining order rushed over and directly dragged the reporter out of the crowd!

This angered the fellow reporters present, who just asked an embarrassing question, and these Japanese soldiers treated them so roughly. This is completely barbaric.

"Your Excellency, General. Is this the so-called discipline of your army? ”

Matsui Ishone dispensed with expression. After a pause, he said: "Now this season, it is the time to reflect on yourself, I am very sympathetic to a million innocent people, thank you!" ”

After saying that, Matsui Ishine left surrounded by the guards, and then Muto Akira announced the end of the press conference.

But the protests of the journalists did not stop, and they stayed in front of the Capital Hotel for a long time. Wait for the reporter who was taken away to show up safely before leaving.

"Friends, I'm afraid the Japanese army doesn't want us to stay in Nanjing, they have a plan to talk about our expulsion!"

"What?"

When the reporters heard the news, they all blew up.

"I just heard them say that you are not allowed to enter the city of Nanjing, and you can go out, but it is difficult to get in again, and besides, I was searched for all the film. They won't let us take these photos out! ”

"Damn the Japanese monkeys, they're trying to cover up the crimes they've committed!"

"Have you heard? A Japanese soldier was captured by the Chinese army, and the Japanese were looking for him everywhere, but there is no news so far, and they are now hiding in the city of Nanjing......"

"Is this true?"

"Of course it's true, I heard from a friend of the Security Zone Committee that they were able to contact this group of people and might have a way to help us get these photos and materials out?"

"Great, let's go, take me to meet that friend of yours, no matter what, I'm going to give it a try now!" A Norwegian journalist said excitedly.

"They won't trust us easily, so ......"

In order to collect evidence of the Nanjing Massacre, it was not enough to rely on the Yaksha camp, and the Japanese did not dare to kill the foreign missionaries and journalists living in Nanjing, so they had a large number of detailed records and photographs.

And these things were originally seized or destroyed by the Japanese army, and what Leng Feng had to do was to collect and protect them all through one or two trusted foreigners, and pass them on safely.

Of course, he will also make a copy to use as a backup.

The snowflakes stopped, but the sky was still overcast and foggy, and there was a kind of citrus breathlessness in the press.

Qingliangshan Fort is all ready, the main gunner is Xie Zaoshi, the deputy gunner is Tie Shan, one of the two is a professional elite, and the other is a master of the wild road, with a complete dream combination.

Niu Miao, Shi Dali and other powerful people served as ammunition men, and these fifty kilograms of shells needed at least two people to load.

Zhou Xuequan did her best, and under her guidance, Lao Ning modified two shells, hollowed out the warheads, and filled the printed leaflets.

Signal Reception Test Complete!

A sketch map of Dushan's airport is also in place.

First waited for Matsui Ishine to hold this "loyal soul sacrifice" for the Japanese soldiers killed at the Ming Imperial Palace Airport, which was actually a spiritualist ceremony.

In the battles of Shanghai and Nanjing, the Japanese army lost more than 25,000 people, of which 3,000 were killed indirectly or directly in Leng Feng and his hands!

More than a quarter of the total number of killed!

That's definitely a pretty impressive number.

Because of falling into the hands of Leng Feng, the Japanese army rarely survived, and in the real battlefield, the dead only accounted for part of the casualties, and the wounded were far more than the dead, at least they were still alive.

At one o'clock in the afternoon.

In the hazy sky, a breeze blows, and the cold is biting.

The sacrificial ground located at the Ming Imperial Palace Airport, after the Japanese army cleaned it up, made a simple arrangement, and set up a carbon deposit covered with white cloth on the east side of the center of the airport, and the altar was placed on the so-called sacred wine, melons and fruits and other tributes.

A square wooden stick several meters high is erected behind the offering table, and a long white spirit flag hangs on it, on which is written "The Spiritual Seat of the Army and Navy of the Central China Front".

The aspen and plane trees around are covered with long white cloths that shake gently in the cold wind.

The flat ground rose for a while, as if the heroic spirits of the hundreds of thousands of dead Nanjing soldiers and civilians had returned, they were unwilling to be in their homeland, and these damned invaders actually worshipped the murderers as heroes.

Matsui Ishone's car came and stopped on the east side of the square.

"Your Excellency is here!"

Matsui Ishine was wearing a general's uniform, his face was cold, as if there was a trace of sadness, and he nodded slightly at the many generals who came to greet him.

With the sound of a long monotone trumpet, Matsui Ishine and Hasegawa Kiyoshi sat next to the altar on behalf of the army and navy, respectively, and behind them sat Hatohiko Asakanomiya, Heisuke Yanagawa and Rear Admiral Eijiro Kondo of the Navy.

Behind were 500 officers and men of the headquarters of the various units, and the ceremony was attended by the Japanese army more than perfect people.

The sacrifice is performed according to Shinto rituals.

Matsui Ishine and Hasegawa Kiyoshi respectively walked up to the altar and read the memorial on behalf of the army and navy, and then Shinrokuro Hidaka, counselor of the Japanese Embassy in China, pointed out the eulogy on behalf of Ambassador Kawagoe!

The audience was silent, and the ceremony was moving forward in an orderly manner.

The main priests, Matsui Ishone and Hasegawa Kiyoshi, trembling with white strips of cloth and paper branches, slowly walked to the altar while the band played the music of "National Antai", which is the most important and final step of the "Loyal Soul Sacrifice", and the undead police rank "Jade String"!

Matsui Ishine and Hasegawa Kiyoshi walked side by side, their steps slow, and their expressions were very solemn.

When the two of them stood in front of the offering table, ready to offer the "jade string" to the dead soul, at this time, suddenly there was a "boom" in the air!

As soon as he looked up, a black dot was aimed at the altar and smashed down!

Quiet!

At that moment, there was a strange silence on the altar, except for the musicians of the military band, who were still playing hard!

Sir, be careful!

It was useless to be careful, Hasegawa Kiyoshi reacted quickly, shouted, and jumped under the altar.

But Matsui Ishine has just recovered from a serious illness, and he is already in the age of sixties, his reaction is already slow, and his limbs are stiff, even if he knows how to react, his body still hasn't kept up, so he can only roll on the spot.

Rumble!

With a loud bang, the orange fire rose into the sky, shrapnel flew sideways, the air waves rolled, and all the divine wine tributes on the altar were blown up and flew up, and the erected spirit flag was directly broken into two in the violent explosion!

The nearest army and navy generals were tossed up by the air waves, screaming again and again.

Enemy attack, enemy attack......

The piercing siren sounded at the Ming Palace Airport in an instant, and the Japanese officers and soldiers who participated in the Zhongling Festival were in a mess. (To be continued......)