Nanjing fell, and seventy or eighty thousand of the hundreds of thousands of national troops were captured, and they imagined that they would be treated like people if they put down their guns, but they were wrong, and not even one of the tens of thousands of prisoners who were taken to the river that night came back alive.

Immediately after that, tens of thousands of prisoners of war of the Nationalist Army were slaughtered one after another, and when they felt that they were killed, they wanted to resist, but it was too late, and the souls of the prisoner of war camps were all over the city of Nanjing.

Xiao Yu woke up after midnight, and when he found that he was suspended in the air, he was shocked, it was over, he was caught by the Japanese soldiers and was ready to hang himself.

Listen to the quiet around, isn't it... Xiao Yu looked down and above, and he was originally hung on top of the exposed steel bars in the corner of the building that had been blown down by the shell, so he was not discovered by the Japanese, and even if he was discovered, the Japanese would think that he was dead.

Xiao Yu wanted to drag the monk's robe to climb up, but the monk's robe was not strong, and his clothes were suddenly torn by his activities and fell down. Because it was a corner of the bombed building, which was the third floor below, it was more than two meters high from the ruins, and I was not injured when I fell.

One foot deep and one foot shallow, he slowly crawled downstairs, and when he reached the ground, he walked a short distance, and saw many Japanese soldiers sleeping in many houses.

At this time, Xiao Yu thought that he was going to get out of the city as soon as possible, and leave the place of right and wrong when he left the city.

Quietly groping and walking, I saw a lot of people hanging from the trees not far away. Xiao Yu thought to himself, could it be that these people were also blown up to the tree?

When I got closer, I suddenly felt that the pores of my whole body were sweaty, and the trees were full of people who had been hanged by the necks with ropes.

At that time, he was so frightened that he quickly covered his mouth, turned around and ran, and tripped after not running a few steps, Xiao Yu hurriedly wanted to get up, and after standing up, he felt that his hands were sticky, and he looked a little wrong in the faint moonlight, and smelled a little fishy with his nose... Damn, it's blood...

The streets were full of dead people, men, women, and children, and there were a lot of disembowelments lying there.

Xiao Yu was immediately frightened and at a loss, so he ran through street after street, and encountered almost all of them strange-shaped dead people, all of whom were ordinary people in the city.

He knew about the Nanjing Massacre, but in the face of this real scene, Xiao Yu still couldn't accept it for a while, and the living scene made him feel cruel and inhumane.

Xiao Yu cried helplessly, crying and fleeing from here, away from this miserable place.

After a while, he came to a building that had become a ruin, hurriedly climbed to the top of the building, shrank in the corner of the building and twitched his body, his whole body was trembling, he didn't dare to close his eyes, and as soon as he closed his eyes, there were headless corpses all over the street.

In a daze, Xiao Yu actually fell asleep, and he couldn't tell whether he was in a dream or the real world at this time. Perhaps in such a world where people and ghosts coexist, even day and night are in a gray transition period.

I don't know how long I slept, Xiao Yu was awakened by the sound of gunshots, the sky was already bright, and he quickly got up and looked out in the ruins. In front of a building in the distance, a row of Japanese soldiers held their guns and practiced assassination actions against the people tied to the stones and wooden stakes, and the blood stained the field in front of the building into a puddle of blood.

It was the blood of the Chinese, like slaughtered animals, flowing wantonly, and then gathering together to find their souls...

Suddenly, not far to the east, a Japanese officer screamed, brandishing a war knife like a madman to kill the fleeing Chinese, and with each knife, a head rolled to the side. Where do people dare to resist when they only care about running for their lives, just like a group of lambs being chased by a hungry wolf, and they don't dare to stretch out their tentacles even if there is even the slightest confrontation... No, because they no longer have consciousness, they have no animal self-protection nature, and they have become human slaves without spiritual support.

There was a similar Japanese officer in the west who was wielding his sword wildly, showing the characteristics of their so-called Yamato nation, and in their eyes these were all Chinese pigs, whose heads were rolling all over the ground and blood flowed in a canal to show their distinctive devilish mentality.

After the slaughter, the two met at the center, as if they were being interviewed by their war correspondents. The two dancers were arguing about something, as if they were competing to see who killed more people and cut off the most heads.

It seems that neither of them is convinced, and they are talking about the next killing plan and quantity.

While the two were arguing, several Japanese soldiers escorted a group of civilians past. The war correspondent said something to the two officers.

Then two Japanese officers came to their senses, and pulled out a young woman from among the people, and the woman was still holding a baby in her arms, and the baby seemed to be nursing. The woman, perhaps afraid of startling the child, came out of the crowd as they asked.

The war correspondent asked the woman to sit on the ground, and the young woman thought they were going to take a picture of herself breastfeeding, so she sat down on the ground in obedience.

The war correspondent pointed his camera at the woman and the child, and nodded at an officer.

Suddenly, one of the officers raised his sword and cut off the woman's head at once. Suddenly, two pillars of blood spurted up, swinging two dazzling arcs... The baby was still clutching its mother's milk...

The moment the head separated from the neck, the war correspondent filmed the scene and smiled with satisfaction.

Xiao Yu shuddered when he saw this scene, covering his mouth tightly with one hand, and covering his eyes with the other, and the tears in his heart poured into his eyes and leaked down his fingers.

At this time, Xiao Yu could no longer use his brain to think, nor could he use his consciousness to control himself, he felt that he was dead, and he was alive after death.

The sound of gunshots, screams, the sound of knives slashing to bones, the sound of heads rolling on the ground and the grinding of heads... Xiao Yu couldn't hear it anymore, at this time he only had a heart tremor, the kind of heart tremor that lost its rhythm.

It has become a hell on earth, a living hell that represents the ancient civilization of Nanjing and the ancient capital of Nanjing was trampled on by a group of alien peoples.

Like a living dead, Xiao Yu stayed quietly, as if his whole soul was gone, and he couldn't feel any sounds around him.

I don't know how long it took, Xiao Yu stood up and walked out of the ruins in a distraction.

There was no more fear, no more worry, and I came to the street slowly, and the street was already stinking.

Walking to an open field, which was littered with rubble, I saw that the broken steps in front of me were lined with several layers of ball-like things.

When I got closer, the ball-like thing was actually the heads of the people in Nanjing, which were stacked into rows of neat 'head walls', and the vision was blurred, and tears flowed out of Xiao Yu's eyes again.

Is this the human head of our Chinese nation? After being invaded by a barbaric nation, they are piled up in the square like wheat cuts, what are those heads looking at with their big eyes? Are they still watching others cut off their servile heads with wild beast-like knives without making any resistance?

At this time, several Chinese with hoops on their arms led a Japanese wearing a mask to come over, and when they saw Xiao Yu, they said to the Japanese: "This person is a monk, he can too." ”

The Japanese nodded, took the armband from his bag and handed it to a Chinese, who Chinese came over and said, "Monk, the imperial army asked you to carry the corpse, and this is for you." ”

Xiao Yu looked at the man blankly with an indifferent gaze in his eyes, ignoring him and not taking the armband he handed over.

Seeing that Xiao Yu didn't answer, the man came up and whispered: "These Japanese can't afford to be provoked, if they don't want to be killed according to their wishes, they can save their lives with this armband, you know?"

Hearing this, I looked at the Japanese next to me with some dissatisfaction in his eyes, and when he heard that he could save his life with this hoop, he took it without saying a word.

Immediately, Xiao Yu was forcibly dragged away by those few people.

Far away from the Japanese, those few people said: "We also hate the Japanese, but they don't treat us Chinese as human beings at all, and if something goes wrong, we will be killed." Besides, the corpses of our Chinese must be cleaned up, otherwise there will be a plague, anyway, the Japanese will not clean up, this is also a matter of accumulating yin virtue, you should help more as a monk. ”

When Xiao Yu heard it, he couldn't run away in the daytime, and it was not too late to run at night.

Thinking of this, he followed them to clean up the corpses, and the carloads of corpses were loaded onto the cart and transported to the outside of the city for burial.

There were all kinds of corpses, no heads or arms, women who had been raped and killed everywhere. Xiao Yu was already numb, mechanically carrying these innocent people.

When eating, I don't shy away from just touching the corpse, picking up the nest head and stuffing it into my mouth. If you get used to it, you will get used to it, and you will no longer live like a normal person.

A few people were talking about something there, and when Xiao Yu stepped forward to hear it, it was said that the Japanese soldiers broke into the women's Jinling School last night and raped hundreds of female students, dozens of female students were raped and killed, and there were four or five carts of corpses that were pulled out.

Hearing this, Xiao Yu's face trembled again, and the hatred for the Japanese soldiers had been secretly engraved in his bones.

Gritting his teeth, he secretly said: 'The innocent lost lives of the Japanese devils will one day be returned to you.'

After transporting dozens of cars, it was already dusk, and Xiao Yu saw that the sun was about to set, so he followed the cart to the outside of the city.

After burying the body and about to return to the city, Xiao Yu turned around and ran up the hillside. When those people saw that Xiao Yu was about to run, a few people wanted to intercept them, and one of the old men said: "Don't chase after him, let him go, one more will give him more anti-Japanese forces in the future." ”

When Xiao Yu heard this, he immediately stopped and bowed deeply to the old man.

Seeing that the sky was about to end, Xiao Yu couldn't care about it, and ran towards the mountain with all his strength.

I kept running, and I don't know where the strength came from, and those innocent corpses have always appeared in my heart, and the butcher knives raised by the Japanese soldiers have emerged...

Running up the hill with all his might, he looked back at Nanjing City, and saw dark clouds covering the sky above the city, and Xiao Yu knew that it was a haze formed by hundreds of thousands of resentful ghosts.

Looking at the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, Xiao Yu stood on the hillside and shouted viciously and hysterically: "Little devil, Lao Tzu will come back, Lao Tzu will let your life pay for all this..."