[Monday, August 16. Before six o'clock in the morning, the sharp air raid sirens woke everyone up, and the Japanese planes dropped bombs again, and we hid in basements and bomb shelters, feeling the violent shaking above our heads and the falling dust, and our spirits had gradually changed from fear, nervousness, worry, to numbness.

I got to know the teacher of the Nanjing Women's College, his name is Su Delan, who today turned the school building into a hospital for many Nanjing residents who had been injured in the bombing and had nowhere to stay.

In the evening, after a new round of bombardment, all the students were divided into teams, one group for firefighting, one group for carrying ladders, one group for using fire extinguishers, and a few men for manual work, carrying water and sand.

We collected a large amount of yellow sand, which was placed in the backyard of the college, and some of it was piled up in the corridors, as well as a lot of buckets, all to prevent the bomb from exploding and causing fires.

Just yesterday, I received an invitation from the Embassy of the Federal Government of the New World, they invited me to fly back to the New World, but I refused, and I wanted to record what happened here every day, every hour, and every moment with a pen, a camera, and a video camera, and present it to peace-loving people all over the world, so that everyone could realize the crimes committed by Japanese militarism in the Chinese mainland!

At eight o'clock tonight, I met Freud, a businessman from the New World Federation, who sadly told me that his companions Losing and Frank had been killed in yesterday's bombing, along with 537 other Nanjing citizens, and that he was leaving here by plane today, leaving his factory and equipment to a veteran employee there, and expressing his great disappointment that the war had come to this point.

Humans should not treat their own kind in this way, because war will only bring pain, economic regression, and bitter hatred between the two races, just like Germany and France after the First World War.

Sigmund Freud is gone, leaving the land he once loved with endless regret and sorrow, and I bless him...... There are more and more injured people here, and there are not enough local doctors and nurses, so I have received some first-aid knowledge and started to participate in the rescue of the injured. 】

[On Tuesday, August 17, it was now 1:40 a.m., and the terrible sound of sirens pierced the night sky again, and we all got up from the floor, closed the windows, locked the gates, and slipped into the dugout, fortunately a schoolgirl was very clever and brought a sheet, which saved us from mosquito bites.

The alarm was lifted, we returned to the ground, more wounded were sent here, everyone finished resting, and immediately put into treatment, but the entire school library, auditorium, teaching building, and even the corridor were already full of wounded, the college was completely saturated, but there were more wounded outside the door who could not be sheltered, and could only lie under the broken walls and wail, resigned to fate, waiting for death to come......]

[Wednesday, August 18, today finally came a good news, a guerrilla force crossed the Yangtze River, from the Lion Rock into Nanjing City, although they only have about 1,500 people, but their nurses and doctors are very professional, with their help many mortal wounded in the college can also save their lives~! 】

[Thursday, August 19.] Oh my God~~~ I didn't even recognize her, the doctor in charge of treating the wounded in this guerrilla team turned out to be Li Zhaodi?! The eldest lady in Anliangtang in New York, how did she come here? Did the two of us meet while helping an injured patient, or did she call my name first, and I watched for a long time before I recognized her.

She has lost a lot of weight, and she is also a lot haggard, but she is also a lot stronger, I can no longer see a little bit from her from the biggest gang in Chinatown, since she was like a princess in the palm of her hand arrogant, arrogant, and superiority, she is professional and careful, as if tirelessly treating those injuries, oh my God~ dear, I really want to tell you about this immediately, fate is so amazing~! 】

[Friday, August 20. At 4:30 a.m., it was another damn air raid siren, and we were performing the same maneuver every night, getting up, grabbing our belongings and going into the dugout, and the commander of the garrison and the guerrillas seemed to have a big plan brewing, and instead of sending their own planes to intercept them, they chose to defend passively.

We finally survived until dawn, and at 7:30 we returned to the ground, and at the suggestion of the academy teacher, we all prayed in the hall, not only for the people killed in the bombing, but also for the soldiers who guarded the city with their lives......]

[Saturday, August 21. At 6:15 a.m., the alarm went off again, and people seemed to have become accustomed to it, and everyone was asking the same question, when would the alarm stop? But in fact, some people are pessimistic that such days seem to never have a head, and will continue like this until the day when the city falls.

Please~ Ladies, cheer up! We still have so many warriors fighting the enemy, so many pairs of eyes gathered here, and my report was radioed back home, published on the front page of the New York Observer, and caused a huge response from the public!

Yes, I guess it will cause a huge repercussions, being alone will not keep us away from war, as long as we live on the same earth, the new continent will be affected by war sooner or later, are you okay dear? Did my child Caesar miss his mom? I'm fine, I think about you every night, I really hope the war will end sooner. 】

[Sunday, August 22. What a quiet night, the night the Japanese army seemed to retreat, until we slept until we slept naturally in the morning, the air raid sirens did not sound, people took to the streets to greet each other, looking for everything that could be used, food that could be eaten, in the ruined and broken streets.

I met the commander of the partisan detachment, he greeted me with a polite expression and a gentle expression, he seemed to be a student of Bruce, and it felt like he had met a loved one.

But I also saw that he and his soldiers had a bad face, and that the guerrillas' plans did not seem to be going well, and that there were some setbacks, but I was convinced that with their protection, the enemy would not succeed, and that the city and its people would be able to turn the tide and return to normal life. 】

[On August 23, another Monday, the enemy bombardment did not stop from 0:45 a.m., and now at 3:10 o'clock, we have all become natives hiding in the bomb shelters, and we dare not imagine what the streets and buildings above have been destroyed. How many more casualties will there be after dawn?

But fortunately, this Western-style building has never been the target of the enemy's bombing, and they still have some scruples about the New World and the federal government, which is really a blessing in misfortune.

My dear, I really miss you and the child, the guy who started the war is really the stupidest fool in the world! If I had the chance to meet him, I would have liked to punch him in the nose! Yes, I will be merciless and use all my strength to punch it! 】