Rubble and weeds were scattered everywhere, smoke and war were rising everywhere, and the smell of murder was everywhere.

In the pool of blood, the corpses of soldiers and civilians were intertwined, countless corpses piled up in the ruins, scarred limbs and bloody abandoned guns were mixed together, and it was impossible to see the difference.

Every street that had been bombarded by artillery was crowded with refugees struggling to escape, and behind them were pursuing enemy troops and relentless tanks......

I looked at the devastation and thought to myself, where is this?

I continued to drift in the wind until I came to a river stained red with blood, and then I felt my powdery body slowly falling, and then I actually stood on the bridge! I excitedly touched my face and my hands, and found that they had become real flesh and blood that could be seen and felt!

Is this the legendary resurrection of the corpse? I wanted to look like me in the river, but the river was red with blood.

I raised my head and looked around, on both sides of the river, there were many dilapidated wine shops, teahouses, and theater green buildings, and I could see that before the war, this must be a prosperous and leisurely Fandai land.

By this time the bridge was already crowded with fleeing people, people were pushing and trampling on each other, and I was pushed to the front by the crowd, my ears were filled with the cries and cries of refugees and the roar of guns, and people around me were constantly lying in pools of blood.

I hurriedly grabbed a young man who was running forward: "What is this place?" What's going on? ”

The man looked panicked, and after a few slurred words, he desperately broke free from me and continued to run forward.

Seeing that I couldn't ask anything famous, I had to run forward with the crowd, until I ran to the end of the stone bridge, I saw a plaque that was broken on the ground, and the handwriting on the plaque was faintly legible: Qinhuai Pavilion.

Behind the plaque is a place like a green building, which has been ravaged by relentless artillery fire, and the once prosperous Biwa Zhu eaves have long since ceased to exist.

Falling red scattered into the river, where is the way home.

Looking at the desolate scenery around me, I couldn't help but sigh, and vaguely felt that this place was familiar.

At that moment, the sound of lute strings suddenly came from the dilapidated brothel.

The tone is tactful and melodious, the melody is fresh and timeless, and it sounds like the fairy sound of Yaochi. At first, I thought I had misheard, there was a lot of war all around, how could anyone have an elegant pipa.

But then, I actually heard a minor tune sung in Wu Nong's soft language:

"Qin Huai flows slowly, and Pangu has come to this day."

"The south of the Yangtze River is splendid, and the style of Jinling is elegant."

"In the Sanshan Zhan Garden, Ershui Egret Island."

"The bright moon was there back then, who is shining tonight?"

The sound is like the gentle water waves of Jiangnan, which makes people drunk in the center of trance.

Just as I was deeply affected by this, there was a sudden violent roar of machinery behind me, and I looked behind me to find a tank with the logo of the Japanese army invading China in the distance.

Qin Huai? Jinling? The Japanese army that invaded China?

I gasped.

The soul of the dead has floated here.

In 1937, Nanjing after the fall.

Yes, this is it, the water pavilion standing by the river, the crowded and panicked crowd of escapees, and the tactful and melodious commentary...... These are very similar to the scene in the dream that I had repeated before—Jinling City after the fall.

So is there a mysterious woman holding a painting?

Sure enough, not long after the sound of the pipa stopped, I saw a woman holding a painting gradually coming out of the door of the Qinglou filled with gunsmoke.

Everything was exactly the same as in the previous dream.

The only difference was that I could finally see her face clearly.

This woman is about twenty-five years old, wearing a royal blue pipa placket cheongsam, her skin is like cream, her face is beautiful, and she feels like she has a natural spirit and beauty.

"After waiting so long, you're finally here." The woman smiled softly.

It's really hard to imagine that woman can still behave so calmly in such a situation where the war is raging and everyone is exhausted. It was as if she was just a passer-by who came and went, and this war had nothing to do with her.

I pointed to the Japanese tanks that were about to run over the stone bridge not far away and said, "It's not safe here, let's go quickly." ”

The woman shook her head, then handed me the painting she was holding in her hand and said, "This is your thing, take it." ”

I took the scroll in my hand and looked down at it, it was very old, bound by a green ribbon. I don't have time to ask anything else, since you say it's me it's mine, the most important thing now is to get out of this place quickly.

The Japanese tanks behind were like wild beasts, roaring under the stimulation of the smell of blood, artillery fire was raging, stray bullets were flying, and the civilians who fled around fell one after another in a pool of blood, and the cries of pain were endless.

I grabbed the woman's arm and shouted, "It's too late, run!" ”

Actually, I didn't have to run away, because I didn't belong to this era, I could have stood still, let the artillery fire destroy me to pieces, and then drift to the side of the bridge with the wind.

But I didn't do that, existence is reasonable, and since I came, there must be a meaning to come.

The woman in the cheongsam and I ran all the way to the edge of a broken ruin, and she didn't say a word the whole time.

"See that Red Cross safe zone across the street? We should be safe if we get in. I gasped and said to the strange woman beside me.

The woman didn't reply, just kept looking at me with a strange look.

I felt a little embarrassed, so I had to take it and continue: "There is a group of Japanese soldiers in the street now, let's hide here first, and when they leave, you listen to my command, and we will rush over together." ”

The woman didn't reply, and just as I was feeling helpless, she suddenly pointed behind me.

When I looked back, I was shocked to see a Japanese soldier with a bayonet behind me!

The Japanese soldier wore a pair of glasses and looked childish, and he looked like he was a student before joining the army, but now he was completely red-eyed, and blood was constantly dripping from his bayonet, and he was simply a crazy beast.

When killing becomes a numbing commonplace, the demons in the heart will be awakened unconsciously.

I couldn't understand what the Japanese soldier was shouting about, but I knew he was going to plunge a bayonet into my chest in the next second.

I decided to strike first, and immediately pounced on him and snatched the rifle in his hand, the other party was not good at stubble, and we soon got into a fierce scuffle, and in the chaos of the fight, I suddenly heard the sound of gunshots.

At first, I thought it was the Japanese soldier who pulled the trigger, but when I found out that the Japanese soldier had an extra hole in his chest, I knew that he didn't open it.

The Japanese soldier was shot in the chest, which means that the bullet came from behind me, could it be that the Chinese soldier who remained in the city fired the gun?

I then turned my head to look, but the scene before me denied my idea, and I saw the woman in the cheongsam holding a smoking gun in her hand.

"You ......," I had just said, and the woman made an interrupting gesture, "though you are not alone, there is not much time left for you." ”

Before I could understand what the woman meant, the Japanese soldiers who heard the gunshots on the street found us, and they roared and approached us step by step, I quickly picked up the rifle on the ground and fired a few random shots at the Japanese soldiers, and the other party immediately counterattacked, and for a while, the dense bullets came at me, if it were not for the broken wall in front of me as a cover, I am afraid that I would have been beaten into a sieve.

It's not a way to go on like this, so I aimed at the Japanese soldiers in front of me, and shouted to the woman next to me while learning the appearance of a hero in the film and television drama: "You go first, I'll cover." ”

But to my surprise, the woman in the cheongsam disappeared directly in front of me.

I really went first......

Before disappearing completely, she said one last word: "There is not much time left for you." ”

I wanted to ask something more, but there was no one in sight.

Who is she?

Where did she come from?

Where did she go?

While I was still thinking, the Japanese soldiers on the street suddenly threw a grenade at me, and in an instant the fire around me exploded, and I screamed in pain, and felt that my body was reduced to pieces in an instant.