After a bloody battle that lasted for nearly three hours, the assault team headed by Zhang Shan, deputy commander of the 25th Regiment, finally tore a hole in the Japanese position at Taipingmen. Before the sappers could complete the blasting of the city gates, the two forces of the enemy and us were engaged again.

Zhang Shan raised his gun and scolded in his heart: Damn, this little devil is really evil, he can't shake it off like a dog skin plaster, and before he can take a breath, he sticks it again.

Because Zhang Shan and the others were too close to the location of the blasting site, the sappers were a little at a loss for a while, and they knew in their hearts that once the explosion was triggered*, the air waves and shrapnel set off after the blasting were likely to cause physical injuries to the soldiers responsible for blocking the attack, and this damage might be fatal.

"Deputy Commander, please change to a bunker a little further away from us, otherwise we won't be able to blast the city gates!"

"What so much nonsense? You just blast it, don't worry about me, Lao Tzu's life is big......" Zhang Shan shouted while leaning back behind the bunker and returning the gun.

The sappers hesitated for a moment in embarrassment, only to hear the third battalion commander Cao Guang roar at them: "I said that you guys are going to blow up quickly, I can't stand it!" ”

A warrant officer shook his head helplessly, and he slammed a match in his hand, and the blue-red flame directly led to the fuse of *, bursting with scorching sparks...... The soldiers of the engineer company hurriedly spread out to the flanks and fell to the ground with their ears clutched. Just listen to "Boom! With a loud bang, the two red-painted gates under the castle tower were blown out of a huge hole. * After the detonation, the wave of air set off knocked Zhang Shan and a rotten wall in front of him to the ground, and the smoke that filled the air could not be dispersed for a long time......

The Japanese troops on the opposite side did not stop firing because of the smoke of gunpowder, on the contrary, they also set up several grenadiers to cover the city gate, and many soldiers who were about to rush out of the city gate died tragically under the shells of the Japanese army.

Zhang Shan, the deputy commander of the regiment, was dug out of the pile of rubble by the second battalion commander Qian Liyuan, and more than half of his face was scratched by sharp objects, and blood mixed with dust oozed from the wound, and the whole person had fainted. Qian Liyuan didn't think about it, so he carried Zhang Shan on his shoulders and commanded the troops to break through outside the city.

The last seven soldiers of the guard platoon were in charge of the rear of the palace, and after the large army broke through the city, they held back the Japanese army for nearly ten minutes, during which four more soldiers were killed by drinking bullets.

The Japanese troops on the opposite side seemed to have discovered the clue, and the captain of the group, Watanabe Shaosa, ordered to stop shooting, and the troops surrounded them in battle formation, and it was best to capture the three soldiers alive.

The last three surviving soldiers of the guard platoon were naturally unwilling to be prisoners of the Japanese, and after glancing at each other, they pulled out their thorns from their waists, hung them firmly on the tenon under the muzzle, and rushed out of the bunker together.

The Japanese sent two squadrons of troops to continue to pursue the fleeing Nationalist army out of the city, and the remaining squadron of Japanese troops surrounded the three fighters to the death, and the two sides fell into a brief stalemate.

A Japanese translator wearing thick-rimmed glasses walked out of the crowd, pointed to the noses of the three national soldiers, and said: "We are the 17th Brigade of the 5th Wing of the 6th Division, and the one standing next to me is the commander of this unit, Watanabe Shaosa. In the spirit of humanitarianism, Your Excellency Shaozo has entrusted me with a few questions to ask you, and if you are willing to answer them all, we can guarantee the safety of your lives! ”

A soldier named Zheng Xuekui turned around and scolded before the other party could finish speaking: "Guarantee a fart!" Little devil, if you want Lao Tzu's life, come here, don't talk nonsense! As he spoke, he raised his weapon, and the straight bayonet plunged into the lower abdomen of a Japanese soldier. Seeing the Japanese soldier fall to the ground crying and struggling, Captain Watanabe held back the anger in his heart and whispered a few words of Japanese to the interpreter next to him.

The interpreter nodded, then turned into an angry face, and warned, "I want you to remember that it will only take a second to kill you, and the Imperial Army will not be as knowledgeable as you are in the spirit of magnanimity. Now for the first question, tell me the number of your unit and the name of your commander! Tell me that there is a limit to our patience! ”

"Fuck you! Little devil, don't scare Lao Tzu here! Since Lao Tzu is surrounded by you, he has no intention of getting out alive! Come on...... "The three soldiers raised their bayonets and engaged the Japanese troops in the front in three directions. The white-knuckle fight lasted less than half a minute, and the two national soldiers except Zheng Xuekui fell to the ground one after another in the stabbing and died, and Zheng Xuekui himself was stabbed in the abdomen and left leg of varying degrees, and blood soaked through the military uniform.

"I'll ask you one last time, your troop number and commander's name! If you still refuse to answer, you will end up with the same fate as your two companions! The interpreter made a final warning with a stiff face.

Zheng Xuekui swallowed a mouthful of blood in his cavity and looked around at the Japanese soldiers around him, and sneered: "Lao Tzu has nothing to say, just just killed you two devils, and I don't care if there are a few more cushions...... After that, he raised the bayonet in his hand again and roared angrily: "Regiment commander, take care, I didn't embarrass you...... Little devil, I'll fuck your ancestors for eighteen generations, come on———" Before the words fell, Zheng Xuekui limped towards the Japanese army in front of him.

Watanabe shook his head helplessly, and with a wave of his big hand, the Japanese soldiers in all directions picked up their bayonets and rushed forward. More than a dozen sharp bayonets pierced Zheng Xuekui's abdomen in an instant, and at the same time, Zheng Xuekui's bayonet also pierced the chest of a Japanese soldier, and the two fell almost at the same time. Watanabe and the Japanese interpreter were shocked to find that the unknown Shina soldier had maintained his expression until his death, as if it had been frozen with the passage of his life......

It was a complex thing that they could never understand as "victors", mixed with a look of glory and contempt of their own. Watanabe Shaosa was both unfamiliar and familiar with this kind of look, and he had seen it on the battlefield more than once, as if it was a unique smile that came with a Chinese soldier. Watanabe Shaosa couldn't understand why the Chinese soldiers, who were defeated on the battlefield, would show this kind of smile that only the victor deserves to have after death?

Watanabe Shaosa fell into deep thought for a moment, and he felt that this might be a humanistic philosophy that the Chinese army displayed on the battlefield......

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The sky was slightly bright, and a calendar placed on the desk of Tang Shengzhi, the commander of the Nanjing garrison, turned a new page with the wind, and it was written in black and white: November 11 of the Ding Chou year of the lunar calendar——— December 13 of the 26th year of the Republic of China. More precisely, today is December 13, 1937 AD. On this day, everyone lived an ordinary day of male ploughing and female weaving, working at sunrise and resting at sunset as usual, except for Nanjing. The arrival of this day undoubtedly gave this thousand-year-old historical and cultural city, which has been praised by historians as the "ancient capital of the Six Dynasties" and has a strong smell of blood, a hammer with a strong smell of blood......

The citizens of Nanjing in the city can be described as having a variety of lives at this time, running away; Closed doors of closed doors; suicide of suicide; There were also many people who took the initiative to show their support to the Japanese soldiers in the past; What's more, they didn't know anything about this battle that was fought in the dark, and they still went to the streets to beg for a living as soon as the morning dawned.

What the poor and pathetic citizens of Nanjing did not expect was that although they had done different things after the fall of Nanjing, they would achieve exactly the same outcome, that is, they would have to pay the price of losing their lives.

On the street, in the alley, at the mouth of the alley, in the downtown area, by the lake...... Corpses were strewn everywhere they went, and in some places they were even piled up into hills. Xuanwu Lake, Confucius Temple, Jiming Temple, Qixia Mountain, Xinjiekou and many other scenic spots and cultural places have been looted by the Japanese army unprecedentedly, and every time you go further, you will smell a pungent and disgusting smell of blood......

The entire city of Nanjing was used as a slaughterhouse by the frenzied Japanese army. It doesn't matter if you open the door wide or close the door, the Japanese soldiers will solve the problem as they wish. Whether you are a lady from a prestigious family, or a poor and sour person with a broken family, as long as you bump into this group of beasts that exterminate humanity, it is not good, and almost everyone will not escape a dead word.

A junior officer named Takeshi Noda from the 3rd Brigade of the 9th Wing of the 16th Division of the Japanese Army can be said to have been out of the limelight in the area of Purple Mountain. As an ensign adjutant, he made an appointment with another second lieutenant officer named Toshiaki Mukai to have a brutal competition in the city of Nanjing, known as "100 beheadings", in which the rule was to see who killed 100 Chinese first to win, and the winner would receive a bottle of French Bordeaux wine.

A Japanese military reporter named Suzuki stayed with Takeshi Noda during the "race", and every time the opponent killed, he would increase the number of massacres in the first place. This included the time, place, and method of killing, and all of them were recorded in the book, and these bloody truths and materials were published in Japan's "Tokyo Daily News" in the largest possible space, word for word, causing an uproar in the international political circles. This also provides strong evidence for the future collection of this dehumanizing massacre.

At the juncture when the citizens of Nanjing were desperate to face the large-scale massacre of the city by the Japanese army, the Chinese defenders who failed to break through the siege in the city naturally became the focus of investigation and slaughter of the Japanese troops entering the city.

For example, the 36th Division of the National Army, which was stuck in the area of Rujiangmen, fell into blood mold. As a combat overseer, while almost all combat units received orders to retreat, the 36th Division did not receive a single warrant from the headquarters or from the 78th Army headquarters, and not even a single signal corps had ever come. In the end, it was Song Xilian, commander of the 78th Army and commander of the 36th Division, who took the initiative to send a telegram to the headquarters radio to inquire about the retreat order. At that time, Chief Tang had already taken his own small steamer in the coal port and swam to the Jiangbei defense line personally commanded by Gu Zhutong......

When the officers and men of the 36th Division gathered at the Xiaguan Wharf to prepare to cross the river, they suddenly realized that Commander Tang had ordered all the fishing boats and rafts docked at the river to be destroyed long before the battle began, and it is not an exaggeration to describe the current Xiaguan Wharf as "in name but not in reality."

Since it is hopeless to break through from the waterway, we have no choice but to break through the defense line of Rujiangmen and break through head-on outside the city! As the "supervising force" of this campaign, the overall combat effectiveness of the 36th Division was not strong. Although before the expansion of the troops, division commander Song Xilian had transferred one regiment from each of the eight and 88 ace divisions to improve the overall combat effectiveness of the 36 division, but unfortunately, the elite of these two regiments were basically wiped out in the previous Battle of Songhu, and what remained was just a rabble temporarily formed by local troops. According to Yang Longfei, this is a messy and mixed team, and it is a second-rate level in terms of combat effectiveness, but it is just a large number of people.

As soon as Commander Song fled, the 36th Division quickly turned into a plate of scattered sand, and the regular structure and formation had long ceased to exist. At this juncture, it's real that you can escape alive, and everything else is!

Some soldiers who thought they were clever simply changed into the clothes of ordinary people, in the vain hope that they could hide from the eyes of the Japanese by wearing cloth clothes, and it turned out that they were wrong. I don't know if it was out of experience or because they had been trained in this area before the siege, but all Japanese soldiers had to check the palms and backs of their hands and their headdresses and hairstyles before confirming their identity as Chinese citizens:

Once it is found that the back of someone's hand is black, the Japanese will seriously doubt whether the other person has practiced martial arts; If you find that the other party has thick calluses on the palms of their hands, then don't ask, they will immediately conclude that you must be a soldier who has been touching a gun for a long time, and not a farmer who can only carry a hoe to plow the land; As for how to determine a person's identity based on hairstyle, it does seem a bit arbitrary, but the stubborn Japanese soldiers don't care about this, they firmly believe that as long as they have an inch of hair or a person with short hair, they must be a soldier wearing makeup.

What's more, the Japanese soldiers will use their sense of smell to confirm whether there is a strong * smell on your body, and once they find that the * smell is too strong, the people will be judged to be the soldiers of China, and without saying a word, they will pull the trigger without raising the muzzle of the gun. If any unit had an interpreter, they would even analyze the northern and southern accents of the citizens to distinguish between the authenticity of the other party's identity, and whenever the other party was heard in the northern accent during the questioning, the interpreter would immediately give the order to shoot at the Japanese soldiers. Because in their opinion, most of the Chinese army came from the north.

This horrific "race" of slaughter is not the preserve of Takeshi Noda and Toshiaki Mukai, in fact, killing is happening in every corner and every inch of land in the entire city of Nanjing, no matter the day.

Nanjing, the most desperate city in the eight-year War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, seems to be silently shedding tears that should not belong to it at this moment. Tears are mixed with all kinds of different emotions, including resentment, fear, despair, depression, and infinite longing and hope for the future day...... As everyone knows, this is eight years!