Fang Yan didn't know how much his words would eventually interfere with the history of this world, but he knew that the incident of the destruction of Nanjing City was inevitable.

At this moment, listening to the roar of artillery fire outside the city, and feeling the trembling of the ground under his feet, Fang Yan quickened his pace and came to the gendarmerie headquarters again.

Last night in the hotel, Fang Yan stayed up all night, and whoever came to this war-torn era and found himself getting closer and closer to death would be like Fang Yan at this time.

With a tired face, he came to the combat conference hall, where Xiao Shanling was arguing fiercely with his staff officers about the tactical arrangement.

One of the guards accompanying him walked to Xiao Shanling's side and whispered a few words in Xiao Shanling's ear.

Xiao Shanling raised his head and glanced at Fang Yan's side, said a few words to the staff officers around him, and then walked towards Fang Yan's side.

"Come with me outside." Xiao Shanling took out a cigarette and lit it.

Fang Yan didn't speak, and walked out with Xiao Shanling and came to the garden on the side.

……

"It's a pity for these flowers and plants, it's a pity for Nanjing."

Xiao Shanling sighed with embarrassment, looking at the familiar grass and trees around him, the familiar buildings around him, and the familiar city......

"Are you afraid of death?" Xiao Shanling suddenly turned his head and asked the dialect behind him.

"I'm afraid!"

"Do you want me to arrange it and send you out?"

Fang Yan shook his head, looked around and said, "I'm afraid of death, but I'm more afraid of life than death." ”

"I'm scared too!" Xiao Shanling sighed, touched a cigarette from the cigarette case and handed it to him,

"Smoke?"

Fang Yan took it, lit it with a lighter and took a puff, silent and silent, he also wanted to live, but he didn't want to live secretly, but lived in a dignified manner.

"Do you have any other information?" Xiao Shanling asked this sentence, the sentence he wanted to ask the most.

Fang Yan shook his head, what he knew, what he could say now, had already been said, but which army of the national army would be defeated, which army would hold out to the end, these were all things that could not be said.

After all, the gendarmerie command is not only a combat unit, but also a prison cell.

"Zhong Yan, maybe I won't be able to take care of you in a few days, you know?" Xiao Shanling hesitated for a moment, but still said to the dialect.

"I know." Fang Yan replied that Zhong Yan was the word he chose for himself, after all, in this era, words still have some use.

Xiao Shanling sighed: "You have been living here for the past few days, and when that time comes, you can go wherever you want." ”

Looking at Fang Yan and nodded, he turned his head to look at the adjutant beside him and ordered, "Help Zhong Yan find a place to live, and then bring him some firearms, I'll go first." ”

Xiao Shanling threw the cigarette butt on the ground and walked back again, now he is only 45 years old, but Fang Yan knows that in two days, the commander will die in Xiaguan and fulfill the promise of "vowing to live and die with Nanjing".

……

Fang Yan returned to the hotel where he was temporarily staying and took out his backpack, which was now empty, and only the necessary items such as the first aid kit, firearms, and bullets were left in it, and the rest had been thrown away by him.

Back in the alley, Fang Yan used the gasoline he brought from the headquarters to burn his big backpack to the ground, the city of Nanjing would be broken, and these things could not be left.

……

It turns out that even with the best efforts of the dialect, the wheel of history still ran over this little ant without making a single wave.

In the real War of Resistance Against Japan, an average of 9 Chinese soldiers died to kill a Japanese soldier, and in the early days, this battle damage was even more terrifying.

At that time, although the soldiers seemed to be full of energy, their bodies were thin and thin, which led to the fact that they were inferior to the Japanese army in terms of combat time, combat efficiency, and battlefield combat.

With regard to the command ability of officers, Chiang Kai-shek also said that the Whampoa Military Academy lagged behind the Japanese military academy by 10 years, and that the officers generally lacked experience, their command ability was not strong, and their operational ideas and methods were backward......

Luckily, in the end, we won.

Fang Yan thought as he came to the window of this room, where he had put on his modern combat uniform again.

It was already dark, but the distance was red, and from time to time there flashed a dazzling light, which was the fire burst from the shell bombardment.

At the same time, the ground beneath Fang Yan's feet began to tremble slightly, as if even the earth could not withstand such a heavy blow.

In this era, airplanes could not fight at night, which was also the reason why the Japanese army basically did not conduct large-scale operations at night, but now, the Japanese troops who came down from the Songhu battlefield have begun to kill red eyes, completely abandoning the previous combination of sea, land and air combat methods......

Yuhuatai, Ma Qun Xiaolingwei, Guanghua Gate, Tongji Gate......

I don't know the situation at the front, he is just a person with no rank and no status, and he only met Xiao Shanling because of the seer prophet, but it is impossible for him to participate in the combat meeting.

However, from modern documentaries, dialects can also imagine that the front line is like a meat grinder, and the position there will be a mountain of corpses piled with corpses and blood flowing all over the mountain......

After a long time, Fang Yan closed the window and door, isolating the fire and the sound, leaving only the ground trembling slightly, reminding him that this place was not peaceful.

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The next day, December 12, the dialect was woken up by a loud bang, and immediately afterward, more roars began to sound throughout Nanjing.

Quickly picking up his backpack, Fang Yan opened the window.

In this era, there is no wolf smoke anymore, however, outside the city walls, thick smoke can already be seen......

Over the city, Japanese planes kept circling, dumping their shells onto the positions of the Nationalist army, and then returning to their planes and making another sortie......

The earth did not stop trembling, and the people around the city walls began to pour into the city in confusion, crying and shouting......

Nanjing, it's about to be untenable!

Fang Yan stared blankly at all this, a shock that no one who had ever experienced war could understand.

After a long time, the sluggish dialect came back to his senses and looked at his watch, and now it was past 1 o'clock in the afternoon, and the Japanese army had broken into the city of Nanjing......

After thinking about it, Fang Yan took a deep breath, sat back down at the table, opened a bag of compressed biscuits and ate the water in the teapot.

Penultimate ......

After eating, Fang Yan took out the pistol in the backpack and put it in the holster on the outside of his thigh, then inserted the pistol magazine into the tactical pocket on his waist, looked at the Type 95 automatic rifle in the backpack, he thought about it, and did not take it out.

Putting his backpack on his shoulder, Fang Yan took the Hanyang-made rifle given by Xiao Shan Ling, came to the battle hall downstairs, and also saw Xiao Shan Ling standing in front of the sand table.

Xiao Shanling raised his head as if he was aware and looked at him.

Fang Yan made a lip shape towards Xiao Shanling, and after beckoning, he walked outside the door.

After hesitating for a moment, Xiao Shanling still walked out, and as soon as he went out, a cigarette was handed to him, and he was stunned for a moment.

"Smoke it, you may not be able to draw it in the future." The voice of the dialect sounded in Xiao Shanling's ears, and at the same time he took a cigarette and took a comfortable puff.

Xiao Shanling took it, took out the lighter and lit it, took a sip of Meimei, was silent for a while, and said in a low voice: "Gone?" ”

"It's coming." Fang Yan looked at Xiao Shanling, whose eyes were sunken and his face was sallow, and said.

Xiao Shanling was silent, looked around, looked outside the war-covered city of Nanjing, and said in a blur: "Before, this place was really beautiful, very beautiful. ”

"Yes, it used to be really beautiful here, and it will be even more beautiful in the future." The tongue also said in a blur,

"Please, one thing."

The tongue wants to speak and stops.

"Say." Xiao Shanling's lips opened lightly and said.

"If you really can't hold it, hold the pass, at least, give the people a little time to cross the river, I know ......"

"Okay." Xiao Shan solemnly spit out this word, he knew what Fang Yan would say next, this was also his commitment to the city.

Fang Yan looked at the sky obscured by smoke and clouds, smiled, lifted the Hanyang Zao in his hand, walked in the direction of Guanghua Gate, waved his hand behind him, and said from afar:

"You block, I'll break it, if there is a chance, next time, let's drink together......"