Manual of Space-Time Interference

Nanjing, this is definitely not an unfamiliar place name. This is the modern hometown of dialects, where he grew up. His father Fang Jianguo also has several chain restaurants in the city.

But now, Fang Yan felt that the piece of paper in his hand was heavy, and he felt that he could no longer bear the weight of this piece of paper.

The paper in his hand fell, without causing a trace of dust...

Dialect walked back into the alley blankly, until his back was against the wall, and he sat down slowly along the wall.

This is the most humiliating and most tragic time and place in modern Chinese history. Three days later, the city of Nanjing was destroyed, the Nanjing Massacre, and blood flowed into rivers...

In modern Nanjing, there is a place called the Nanjing Massacre Memorial Hall. Dialect has been there, whether in elementary school, junior high school or high school, he has been there, and the scenes inside have also shocked the heart of Dialect...

Historically, the date of the air-delivery letter of persuasion was on December 9th, and at 1 o'clock tomorrow afternoon, after the failure of the surrender, the Japanese army would launch an offensive against the city of Nanjing in three directions.

And in just two days, the 66th Division, 83rd Army, 74th Division, 88th Division, 51st Division and the outer human defense line formed by the Teaching Corps were defeated, and they directly attacked Zijin Mountain, Guanghuamen, and Tongjimen. At this time, The Japanese army has already approached the city, and the city of Nanjing is about to be destroyed.

On the evening of the 12th, the city wall was broken. Even if the 259th Brigade and the 156th Division regained their positions several times, it would not help.

At 5 p.m. that day, Tang Shengzhi issued an order to evacuate, but all the ships had been scuttled and two large ferries had been transported away, but he quietly left by boat in Xiaguan, who was planning to fight against the water.

"Most of them broke through, and some crossed the river."

"When there is a ferry, you can cross the river"

The two orders from both sides also caused a tragedy in Xiaguan. The Japanese troops who were chasing all the way chased the Xiaguan ferry. Although the gendarmerie units fought desperately, they could only save the lives of a small number of people...

On the 13th, Nanjing fell, and the Japanese troops officially entered the city of Nanjing. After that, a six-week tragedy began.

Murder competition, burial, mass shooting...

Rivers of blood flowed, howling everywhere...

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Dialect is really confused now. He has scolded little Japan and despised that shameless country, but when he came here, he felt deep fear.

The tranquility before the storm does not mean that the storm will not come, but it means that the storm will be more violent. Now the city of Nanjing has been shrouded in war clouds, and the whole city has fallen into a dead silence...

Dialect stared at the stone brick floor in front of him, because the alley was not cleaned, the dust was denser, and it appeared to be full of potholes.

If I had traveled to this time and space ten years ago, perhaps, I could have saved this place, at least, without letting the massacre happen...

but now,

Dialect pursed his lips bitterly, and the corners of his eyes became moist.

Tears hit the ground in front of him drop by drop, and then dispersed into tiny water droplets, slowly invading the blood-stained land.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!..."

Dialect slapped his head with his hands like crazy, let out a loud howl, then stopped this almost self-mutilating act, buried his head in his knees, and sobbed softly.

After a long time, Dialect raised his head, leaned his back against the wall behind him again, wiped his eyes with his hands, took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, and lit it.

Looking at the sky, under the slightly swollen eye sockets are a pair of godless eyes, with a hint of the twilight of a dying person.

I think of my father, I still owe a lot of money, Fatty, and I think of Professor Huang Zhenguo's sentence before crossing the road, "You must survive."

Dialect shook his head, stood up again, his eyes glowed again, and after putting all the firearms on his body into his backpack, he walked out of the alley.

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Any action requires a certain plan, and the dialect is no exception. He has also taken professional courses after simple military training, which not only covers the knowledge of field survival, but also a series of knowledge such as field medical treatment and combat planning...

It's okay to spread public opinion, but you need to hide yourself. You don't need to think about the ship. You can't find it at this time...

Dialect wrote everything he could think of on a piece of paper. After thinking about it carefully, after making sure that there was nothing missing, he wrote it down on it, and then burned it to ashes with a lighter.

This is a hotel in Nanjing City. Although the clothes on the dialects are advanced, they are not fancy clothes. During this period, Germany had formed special forces, and most foreign military advisers also wore green military uniforms.

The decoration in the room is relatively simple, which is probably related to the current situation. After all, no one can afford the losses after being frequently bombed by the Japanese Air Force.

Staying in Nanjing City is definitely a dead end. Don’t think about it, but now Nanjing City is under martial law, and the Japanese army is almost surrounded on all sides. Even if you go out, you will be surrounded and suppressed by the Japanese army. resolved.

My own water quality is not high, and it is impossible to swim across the river. Before Tang Shengzhi ordered the retreating troops to retreat, UUkanshu www.uukanshu.com Xiaguan and Yijiang Gate were controlled by the troops, and there were no ships on the river.

Thinking of this, he smiled bitterly, "Tang Shengzhi, Tang Shengzhi, you have a great momentum to fight against the water, but you don't know how many people you killed in the end.

There is no way to the sky, no way out of the city...

Dialect feels that his current situation is like this. In such a magnificent historical event, a person's life is so fragile.

No, there is another way.

He thought of Ye Zhao's 66th Army and Deng Longguang's 83rd Army.

These are the two Guangdong troops, and the only two troops that have successfully broken out of Nanjing City, or it can be said that they are the only two troops that chose to break out of the encirclement head-on.

Both the 66th Army and the 83rd Army were troops from the Songhu battlefield. After the battle, their vitality was severely damaged. They also fought fiercely with the Japanese army in Jiangyin and other places. After a short rest, they set foot on Nanjing. Defense battle positions.

This evening, the night of December 9th, they will all evacuate from Tangshan and Qilin, and will retreat into the city shortly after.

And on the night of December 12, it was they who smashed open the city gate made of sandbags and human flesh, broke out from the chaotic city, and got rid of the Japanese pursuit troops after many times.

However, in the end, less than a thousand people broke through...

Nine deaths live!

Dialect sighed heavily, picked up the cigarette case on the table, took out one, then walked to the window of this room, looked at the city that was about to be covered by war clouds, took out a lighter, and lit it.

This ancient capital of the empire will become a huge melting pot of flesh and blood in two days. It will not be stingy with its own cruelty, but it will not show tolerance to its dialect...