The autumn breeze is bleak and the drizzle is hazy.

The smoke of gunpowder on the battlefield was dispersed by the autumn rain for a few minutes.

Xia Yuan didn't know that the 3rd Division of the Japanese Army had discovered his existence, and at this moment, he was walking along the yellow mud path, wrapped in the Japanese army's military coat, and walking west along the Fuzaobang.

Far away from the hustle and bustle of the battlefield, the air was a little fresher, and the Japanese military boots trampled on the yellow mud on the ground, making a crackling sound.

After walking for a few kilometers, the soles of my feet and trouser legs were covered with yellow mud.

Xia Yuan put a few guns on the ground behind him, checked the bullets on his body, and more than a hundred bullets, put them quietly in the bullet clip, took off the few grenades he touched, put them quietly on the grass, and went to the grass to go to the toilet.

When he came out, he saw a black man crouching on the ground, one hand grasping the rifle on the ground.

Xia Yuan's sudden appearance made the air freeze all at once.

"Chinese!?"

The moment the man saw Xia Yuan, he panicked, only to hear Xia Yuan shout, and chased after him with the gun behind him, he went to the toilet, just unloaded the extra gun, and carried a gun on his back, with two pistols pinned to his waist.

The moment the man saw Xia Yuan's voice, he turned around and started running, but his speed was too slow, and it was very slow in Xia Yuan's eyes.

Even though Xia Yuan hadn't eaten much for several days and only drank the rainwater in the small ditch, his physical fitness was still far beyond ordinary people.

The speed of the explosion was very fast, like a cheetah, and in the time of piercing the eyes, it was close to that person.

"Stop!"

Xia Yuan's mouth made a sound, signaling the other party to stop.

The other party glanced back, and when he saw Xia Yuan's speed being so fast, he immediately panicked, and tripped over the weeds on the ground and fell to the ground, holding his head with both hands: "Let me go, let me go." ”

Xia Yuan stopped and walked in front of this black guy, his nose twitched, he smelled a foul smell, and his brows furrowed, "Are you hiding in the toilet?" ”

He also saw some dry and hard substances on the man, like air-dried feces.

The man's face showed a hint of embarrassment, and he hesitated for a long time, not saying anything.

"Zhente Niang's shame on the Chinese." Xia Yuan kicked the other party fiercely, there was no doubt that this was a deserter.

As soon as the man heard Xia Yuan say that he was disgraced, he immediately became unconvinced, and he didn't panic, waiting for a pair of eyes, "You say I'm disgraced, what are you, aren't you also a deserter, but I've been on the battlefield and killed Japanese devils." ”

"Why, haven't I ever been on the battlefield? I haven't been on the battlefield, where did those guns come from, I picked them up on the ground? Xia Yuan showed a hint of playfulness on his face, squatted on the ground, and asked, "Where is your gun?" Not to mention still in the manure pit. ”

"You"

Xia Yuan smiled, sat on the ground with his butt, rummaged in his pocket for a while, found a crumpled cigarette case, found the last cigarette in it, and found a box of matches in his jacket pocket, there was still a lot of room for matches, took out one, polished the matches on the rough side of the matchbox, lit the cigarette, glanced at it beautifully, turned his head to look at the man lying on the ground, and did not dare to get up.

"What's your name?"

"Wang Sangou."

"It's such a strange name."

"It's good to be fed."

"Where?"

"Guangxi."

"Gui Jun, wolf soldier, how can there be a bad breed like you?"

"I'm not a bad seed!" Wang Sangou's black face seemed to be red, red, black, red, black, "I went to the battlefield and fought the little devils, the troops were scattered by the Japanese devils, our people were all dead, the Japanese devils chased after me closely, and I jumped into a toilet to hide." ”

Xia Yuan glanced at the other party, and said in a foggy voice: "Everyone is dead?" ”

"I don't know, it's all dead, I saw a lot of corpses, many, many, almost everywhere, there was not a single living person." Wang Sangou had a miserable smile on his face, his face was depressed, and he looked at the half of the cigarette on Xia Yuan's mouth with a blank look.

Xia Yuan seemed to notice Wang Sangou's gaze, smiled, and handed him half of the cigarette: "You're left alone, where are you going?" ”

"I don't know."

Wang Sangou quickly took the cigarette, lay on the grass, regardless of the wet ground and weeds, took a deep puff, then looked up at the sky, and exhaled a long breath: "I, I want to go to Jinling." ”

"Jinling!?"

Xia Yuan turned his head to look at the other party and asked in surprise, "Why do you want to go to Jinling?" ”

"My sister is in Jinling." Wang Sangou threw the finished cigarette butt on the ground, looked at the cigarette butt that fell into the stagnant water, and made a sizzling sound, and the cigarette butt that burned red light went out, emitting a string of smoke.

"Your sister is in Jinling?!" Xia Yuan has a little experience, from Guangxi to Jinling, to cross most of China.

"In the early years, my family was poor, and my sister was sold, and later wrote to me, saying that in Jinling, I had a family, and I was dragged to be a strong man and joined the army." Wang Sangou talked about this incident, his expression was a little miserable, "My parents are going to be beaten to death by the landlord Lao Cai, and there is no one to give them a funeral, and until now, I don't know where the bones of their second elder are." ”

He raised his head and looked at Xia Yuan with a pair of bloodshot eyes: "You are also a rout, so am I, let's go to Jinling together, there is a big city, not only can you make money, but you can also get married, and the most important thing is that with my sister, we can live." ”

"You want my gun." Xia Yuan squinted his eyes and looked at the other party.

"I can't hide it from you." Wang Sangou's gaze stayed on Xia Yuan's waist and said, "A pistol is easier to hide than a rifle, if we change our clothes, no one will pay attention to us." ”

Xia Yuan didn't speak, looking up at the gray sky, maybe Wang Sangou couldn't have imagined that a few months later, an unprecedented disaster would break out in Jinling, which was enough to shock the whole of China and the whole world.

Unfortunately, after the end of the war, the Cold War began because of changes in the world situation.

The motherland is desperately looking for partners, and even has to establish diplomatic relations with former enemies, and many things have become unmentionable.

What Japan did in Jinling is little known. Unlike the atomic bomb attacks on Japan and the Holocaust in Europe for the Jews, people outside Asia are hardly aware of the horrors of the Jinling Massacre. This historical event has been ignored in many foreign historical documents, and only a few books briefly mention the Jinling Massacre.

Among the foreign historical works on World War II, there is almost no detailed account of the Jinling Massacre.

For example, "A Traditional American Photographic History: World War II" is the best-selling single-volume "World War II" pictorial history book in the United States for many years, but it does not include a single image of the Jinling Massacre, and there is not even a single mention of the event.

Neither Churchill's "Memoirs of the Second World War" nor Henry Michel's 947-page classic "The Second World War" can find a single word about the Jinling Massacre.

Not to mention abroad, even many Chinese in China, even modern ones, have many people who do not know that the Japanese army has done such a brutal massacre in Jinling.

As for Japan, it is even more denied this history, and in the past few decades, Japan has systematically deleted a large number of Holocaust contents, especially in their textbooks, which have long been deleted.

They removed photographs of the Jinling Massacre from museums, altered or destroyed the original materials of the Jinling Massacre, and avoided references to the Jinling Massacre in popular culture. Even some of the history professors who are admired in Japan have joined the right-wing forces.

In the documentary "In the Name of the Emperor", a Japanese historian even denied the entire Jinling Massacre: "Even if only twenty or thirty people were killed, the Japanese side would be extremely shocked. At that time, the Japanese army had always been an exemplary unit. ”

They falsified history, did not recognize history, and even enshrined the souls of soldiers who participated in World War II and died in the Yasukuni shrine for the people of the country to worship.

Every time Xia Yuan thought about it, he felt more and more disgusted with this nation, and he was full of hatred for this nation.

He looked at the sky, and there was a faint smoke drifting over.

The Jinling Massacre, such words pierced his heart and brain.

Wang Sangou didn't know what he said, which made Xia Yuan evoke some bad memories, he sat up, waved his hand, and said to Xia Yuan who was stunned: "How about it, think about it, now you go to chase other troops, you can't find them, it is possible to run into Japanese devils, if you encounter Japanese devils, it will be dangerous, they will definitely not let you go." ”

Wang Sangou wanted to pull Xia Yuan into the water, and there was another very important reason.

He is thin and small, and if he really wants to meet the Japanese devils, he may not be the opponent of the Japanese devils, so these days, he doesn't even dare to wash off the filth all over his body, so that at night, he can use the filth all over his body to blend with the night.

And the figure of the soldier in front of him looks quite good, he is tall and big, and when he encounters a Japanese devil, at least he will help share a little pressure.

Xia Yuan thought about it again and again, on the one hand, the task, and on the other hand, the Jinling Massacre, and finally chose the former.

The Jinling Massacre, in just 40 days, more than 300,000 people died, and a large number of missing people who did not find their bodies may be far more than recorded, which means that the Japanese who invaded Jinling slaughtered 10,000 Chinese every day.

"If you don't go to Jinling with me, you still have to go to the front line, aren't there enough dead?"

Wang Sangou was immediately anxious, he finally met a soldier with a good heart, how could he let him go so easily.

"The Japanese devils fought over, and more people died in Jinling."

"It's impossible, it's impossible for the Japanese devils to fight it."

Wang Sangou vetoed Xia Yuan's opinion, he thought that there were so many troops participating in the war, how could the Japanese fight over.

Many soldiers are the same opposite.

But they don't know the ambitions of the Japs.

Xia Yuan said: "The war will end soon. ”

"How can you be so sure?" Wang Sangou was a little puzzled, the weather at the end of October was a little colder, and he tightened his clothes, "I feel like I have to fight for a long time, the Japanese devil is so fierce." ”

"They fought from Luodian to the big game, and it will take a long time?" Xia Yuan smiled, thinking that the Battle of Songhu ended with Eight Hundred, and what happened in Eight Hundred happened from the end of October to the beginning of November.

The end of the Battle of the Sixing Warehouse also marked the end of the Battle of Songhu.

There's not much left.

Especially after the end of the counterattack of Fumohama.

It is closer to the end of the Battle of Songhu.

Xia Yuan has come all the way from Luodian, and has seen too many troops dissipate in the bloody battle with the Japanese army, just the company he led has changed blood several times, but it still has not been able to change the course of history by half a point.

If the only thing that has changed, perhaps it is that in the counterattack operation of the Gui army, it took two hours to tear apart the Japanese defense line and occupy Hujiazhuang, but unfortunately it did not play a key role in the entire counterattack operation, and the combat strength of the two sides was too much different.

Xia Yuan left this place with Wang Sangou, found a village after being bombed by the Japanese army, and temporarily hid in it.

The battle on the front line was not over, and the roar of Japanese planes could be heard from time to time from the far sky, but fortunately, the village had become a ruin, and it was not in the direction of Dachang, so it was not bombed by the Japanese army.

Dachang is the last line of defense to block the reinforcements of the Japanese army and protect Shanghai.

At this time, the guards of the field are already teams gathered from all over the country, and in the bloody storm, the Central Army, the Gui Army, the Sichuan Army, and the Hunan Army, these brothers who used to meet and always have to fight a battle, have now come together to fight to the death with the Japanese army.

They gathered in Fuzaobang, Zoumatang, and Dachang, and built an impregnable line of defense, and every soldier knew his fate when he went to the battlefield.

On the 23rd, the Japanese army passed through the Fuzaohama defense line and arrived near Oba.

On the 24th, the Japanese army launched a fierce attack on the Dachang and Zoumatang defense lines, and when the three wings of the Japanese army attacked the Zoumatang area, they were fiercely attacked by the Chinese defenders, and the Japanese troops repeatedly rushed to kill, but the Chinese defenders, who had traveled thousands of miles and generously went to death, did not move, and fought fiercely all night, and the enemy failed to move forward.

In order to break through the Chinese positions, the Japanese army decided to sacrifice a 'secret weapon'.

'Special 24 grenades' is a rather rare heavy artillery, caliber 305 mm, firepower far beyond the Chinese army, firing range of more than 10,000 meters, it took the Japanese 9 years, until 1918 to create, the caliber of the cannon can put a person's head into it.

The positions of the national army were all improvised field trenches, bunkers piled up with sandbags, which could not withstand the bombardment of this heavy artillery at all. The Chinese defenders could only fill it with flesh and blood.

The Japanese threw not only large-caliber heavy artillery, but also more tanks, armored vehicles, airplanes, and so on.

After two days of bloody fighting, the national army suffered heavy casualties.

At 9:30 a.m. on 25 October, more than 150 fighters of the Japanese Navy's bomber formation carried out intensive bombardment of the area around Zoumatang and Dachang for more than half an hour, and the defenders of the Dachang position suffered heavy casualties.

Subsequently, the 305-mm howitzer, codenamed 'Special 24 Howitzer', and 24 150-mm howitzers opened fire together, and in an instant, the entire field was shaking. (End of chapter)