In front of me, there are now two paths, retreat is life, steal life, forward can also live, life to death.

My father once told me to do something and not to do something.

So, today, I choose to live to die......

……

At six o'clock in the afternoon, the Japanese artillery shells had already hit the city wall, and the fire of war had burned to the city wall, and the roar and wailing completely resounded through the city.

Tang Shengzhi has already fled, Tang Zhisheng should have given the order to retreat at 5 o'clock in the afternoon, and now he should be on a small ferry in Xiaguan, following other military dignitaries.

Also, the most fierce attack and defense battle at the gate of Guanghua Gate has also begun, and now it should be Yi Guanghua of the 249 Brigade leading his subordinates to fight for positions in front of the city gate......

Comparing Tang Shengzhi and Yi Guanghua, Fang Yan felt a little ironic.

One ordered to break the cauldron and fight against the water, and the other defended the city gate and recaptured the position three times.

One did not hesitate to abandon the troops and crossed the river to escape, and the other died in front of Guanghua Gate with several bullets.

That's human nature!

Fang Yan sat on the ground and thought as he looked in the direction of Guanghua Gate on the other side.

At this time, the shells had covered a radius of 1 km from Taipingmen, and the dialect was at a position of almost 3 km, and he knew that it was not the time to go up on his own.

There were soldiers running through the streets beside him, some reinforcing the city gate, and some carrying the wounded down from the city gate, and the blood infected the whole street, from the direction of the Taiping Gate, all the way to the distance......

From ancient times to the present, the city gate is a battleground for soldiers, the National Revolutionary Army will use blood to defend the city gate, but the Japanese army will also use heavy artillery to open the gap, and the current Taiping Gate is a meat grinding machine that will not even spit out bones......

The screeching sound of cannonballs streaking across the sky sounded, and with the appearance of small black dots in the air, dialects also covered their ears.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

In the distance, the city wall built in the Ming Dynasty could no longer withstand the destruction of cannons and howitzers, and was crumbled out one after another......

The dialect 3 kilometers away also felt the power of this shell, and the ground began to shake violently, and the huge roar that continued for several minutes made him cover his ears a little unbearable.

In order to avoid accidentally injuring the charging Japanese troops, the Japanese artillery wing would stop the heavy artillery and mountain artillery bombardment, and let the front-line troops use mortars and infantry guns to fight.

……

The night began to envelop the entire city of Nanjing, the hum of the aircraft began to disappear, and the Japanese army, which was missing the air force, began to fight with infantry and artillery, slowly encroaching on the vital force of Taipingmen.

In the distance, gunfire rang out at the city walls, and the sound of running and wailing in the streets began to grow louder.

Fang Yan hid in a corner of the street and looked at his watch, it was already a quarter past 7 o'clock in the afternoon.

Opening his backpack, he took out compressed biscuits and water and ate them.

Count-to-last!

Fang Yan mechanically chewed the biscuit in his hand, took out a cigarette and lit it, under the flickering firelight of the cigarette, it was a pair of unwavering eyes.

Taking out the Type 95 rifle in his backpack and the Type 92 pistol on his lap, he checked it to make sure there was no problem, he put the pistol back into the holster, loaded the rifle with a drum, and hung it in front of him.

Reaching out to shake off the cigarette in his mouth, Fang Yan stood up, put his backpack back on his back, and moved his hands and feet to prevent stiffness.

After doing all this, Fang Yan came to the entrance of the alley and leaned against the wall, and the gunfire at the city gate had already subsided, and then the rapid sound of cannon began to sound.

By the time the Japanese had stopped shelling, the gunfire at the city gate had become faint, and a large number of soldiers had begun to flee from the Taiping Gate, and the streets were filled with chaotic footsteps.

The city of Nanjing is broken, and this thousand-year-old imperial capital cannot be preserved after all......

......

The evacuated soldiers collapsed, these soldiers have sacrificed too much, and the dialect is not to blame them, but to blame, only Japan, can only blame, their own backwardness......

As the minutes ticked by, a neat line began to appear at the end of the street that was marching against the rout, this was the troops of the 66th Army and the 83rd Army waiting in dialect.

Fang Yan did not choose to go to Xiaguan, although Xiaguan at this time was extremely chaotic, but Xiao Shanling also built a raft in advance and prepared personnel scheduling due to his own reminder, so to speak, the probability of survival is more than a thousand times higher than that of a frontal breakthrough.

However, he still stubbornly chose to break through head-on, in his words, he just didn't want to be a cowardly man, or more accurately, he was saving his own soul.

Taking a deep breath, Fang Yan opened the safety of his rifle, and when the team passed by, he saw a lieutenant colonel officer running over.

"Sir, this is my dispatch order signed by Commander Xiao." Fang Yan stopped the lieutenant colonel and took out a dispatch order prepared for himself by Xiao Shanling, which said that Fang Yan could join any army, and the commander could not refuse.

"You're on the street." The lieutenant colonel scolded, took the paper and glanced at it casually, "Hold your old mother, don't you want to die, run away if you don't want to die!" ”

After the lieutenant colonel finished scolding, he continued to run ahead with the troops, and Fang Yan also followed behind.

As we got closer to the Taiping Gate, the gunfire became louder and louder, and the march of the troops began to slow down, and Fang Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to run forward with the lieutenant colonel, and it didn't take long for him to stop, while the officers were gathering together and arguing about how to break through.

The Japanese army had not yet entered the city, and there were still some soldiers fighting bloody battles on the city wall, and the people of the 66th Army also diverted some soldiers to fill part of the gap in the city wall.

"Demolish, demolish for me!" Ye Zhao, the commander of the 66th Army, roared angrily.

Immediately afterwards, a large number of soldiers, led by their respective commanders, rushed to the gate of Taipingmen, which was tightly blocked with blood and sandbags.

The screams of the soldiers resounded from the city walls, and the voices of the commanders who kept shouting and cursing......

Fear began to rise in the heart of the tongue.

"Bang!"

A mortar landed not far from Fang Yan, and a wave of air swept over, Fang Yan was stunned, touched his face with his hand, and then quickly touched his whole body, and at that moment just now, death was within reach......

"Ahh

The screams rose as something rolled to his feet, and he looked down.

"Gollum!"

Fang Yan's throat rolled, his body trembled, and he almost fell to the ground, it was an arm that was still shaking slightly, a large amount of blood was gushing out of the severity, and his index finger was beating slightly, as if he was still pulling something.

In the direction of this arm, the city wall has been infected with blood, taking on an indescribable scarlet posture, and the surrounding ruins are also bloodstained.

In the battlefield and after the battlefield are completely different concepts, in the rear of the battlefield, even if you see a soldier with a broken arm, you will only curse the war and pity the wounded.

And on the battlefield, you will be afraid, panicked, and overwhelmed, because the scythe of death has been put on your neck, and you don't know if death awaits you in the next moment.

Fang Yan is like this at the moment, one of his feet has stepped into hell, and he doesn't know if he can pull it out......