Manual of Space-Time Interference

Dialect did not know how much his words would eventually interfere with the history of this world, but he knew that the incident of Nanjing city breaking was inevitable.

At this moment, listening to the roar of artillery fire coming closer and closer outside the city, and feeling the trembling of the ground beneath his feet, Dialect quickened his pace and came to the military police headquarters again.

At the hotel last night, Dialect stayed awake all night. Anyone who comes to this war-torn era and finds himself getting closer to death will be like Dialect.

With a tired look on his face, he came to the battle conference hall. At this time, Xiao Shan Lingzheng and his staff were arguing fiercely about tactical arrangements.

A guard 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 the dialect, said a few words to the surrounding staff, and then walked towards the dialect.

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

Dialect did not speak, and followed Xiao Shanling out and came to the garden beside him.

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

Xiao Shanling sighed with a sigh, looking at the familiar plants and trees around him, the familiar buildings around him, the familiar cities...

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

"afraid!"

"Would you like me to arrange it and send you out?"

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

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

"Do you smoke?"

Dialect took it, lit it with a lighter, and took a breath. He remained silent. He also wanted to live, but he didn't want to live a life of his own, but lived an upright life.

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

Dialect shook his head, he knew what he could say now, he has already said it, but which army of the national army will lose and which army will persevere to the end, these are things that cannot be said.

After all, the Gendarmerie Command is not just a combat unit, there are also prison cells in it.

"Zhongyan, maybe I won't be able to care about you in a few days, you know?" Xiao Shanling hesitated for a while, but still said to the dialect.

"I know." Dialect replied that Zhongyan was the character he chose for himself. After all, in this day and age, characters still have some uses.

Xiao Shanling sighed, "You've been living here for the past few days. When that time comes, you can go wherever you want."

Looking at Dialect and nodding, he turned to look at the adjutant beside him and instructed: "Help Zhongyan find a place to live, then bring him some firearms, I'll go first."

Xiao Shanling threw the cigarette **** on the ground and walked back again. He is only 45 years old now, but Dialect knew that in two days, the commander would sacrifice himself in Xiaguan, fulfilling the phrase "I swear to cooperate with Nanjing." Survival" promise.

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Dialect returned to the hotel where he was temporarily staying, and took out his backpack. Now the backpack was empty. Only the first aid kit, firearms, bullets and other necessary items were left in it. The others had been thrown by him. Lost.

Back in the alley, Dialect burned his big backpack with gasoline brought from the headquarters, Nanjing City would be destroyed, and these things could not be left behind.

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Facts have proved that even though the dialect made the best efforts, the wheel of history still ran over this little ant without causing any waves.

Tear up devils with hands and chop tanks with knives can only be eye-catching things on TV. In the real War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, on average, every 9 Chinese soldiers killed can kill a Japanese soldier, and in the early days, this battle loss was even more than fear.

Although the soldiers of that era looked full of energy, their bodies were thin and thin, which made them incomparable to the Japanese army in terms of combat time, combat efficiency, and battlefield combat.

As for the commanding ability of the officers, Chiang Kai-shek also said that the Whampoa Military Academy is ten years behind the Japanese Military Academy, the officers generally lack experience, the commanding ability is not strong, and the combat ideas and methods are backward...

Fortunately, we finally won.

Dialect thought, and when he came to the window of this room, he had put on his modern combat uniform again.

The sky was already dark, but the distance was bright red, and from time to time there were flashes of bright light, which were the fire from the bombardment of artillery shells.

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

Aircraft of this era cannot fight at night, which is why the Japanese army basically does not carry out large-scale operations at night, but now, the Japanese army who came down from the Songhu battlefield has begun to be red-eyed and completely abandoned the previous combined naval, land and air operations. Way…

Yuhuatai, Ma Qun Xiaoling Guard, Guanghua Gate, Tongji Gate…

Dialect didn't know the situation on the front line. He was just a person without a military rank and identity. It was only because of the seer and prophet that he met Xiao Shanling. However, it was impossible for him to participate in the battle meeting.

However, from modern documentaries, dialects can also imagine that the front line is like a meat grinder, where the positions will be corpses piled up with corpses, blood all over the mountains...

After a long time, Dialect closed the door, cut off the fire, and cut off the sound, leaving only the slightly trembling ground, reminding him that it was not peaceful here.

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The next day, on December 12, the dialect was awakened by a loud noise, and then, more roars began to sound, resounding throughout Nanjing.

He quickly picked up his backpack, and the dialect opened the window.

In this era, there is no more wolf smoke, but outside the city walls, thick smoke can already be seen rising...

Over the city, Japanese planes kept circling, pouring their artillery shells onto the positions of the national army, then returning home and dispatching again...

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

Nanjing, it's almost impossible to hold on!

Dialect stared blankly at all this. This is a shock that people who have not experienced war cannot understand.

After a long time, the sluggish dialect came back to his senses and looked at his watch. It was already 1 o'clock in the afternoon, and the Japanese army had already entered the city of Nanjing...

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

The penultimate meal...

After eating, Dialect took out the pistol from the backpack, put it into the holster on the outside of his thigh, and inserted the pistol magazine into the tactical pocket on his waist. He looked at the Type 95 automatic rifle in the backpack, he thought about it, did not take it out. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

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

Xiao Shan Ling Ru raised his head and looked at him.

Dialect made a mouth gesture to Xiao Shanling, beckoned, and walked outside the door.

After hesitating for a while, Xiao Shanling followed and walked out. As soon as he went out, a cigarette was handed in his hand, and he was stunned for a moment.

"Come on, maybe you won't be able to smoke in the future." Dialect's voice sounded in Xiao Shanling's ear, and at the same time he took a cigarette and took a sip comfortably.

Xiao Shanling took it over, took out the lighter and lit it. Meimei took a sip, was silent for a while, and said in a low voice, "Go?"

"It's almost time." Dialect said as he looked at Xiao Shanling, whose eyes were sunken and his face was sallow.

Xiao Shanling fell silent, looked around, looked out of Nanjing City, which was covered by war, and said in a blur: "Before, this place was really beautiful, very beautiful."

"Yes, this place was really beautiful before, and it will be even more beautiful in the future." Dialect also said blurredly,

"One thing please."

The dialect is about to speak.

"Speak." Xiao Shan said with his lips parted lightly.

"If you really can't hold it anymore, hold on to Xiaguan, at least, give the people some time to cross the river, I know..."

"Okay." Xiao Shan spit out the word solemnly, he knew what the dialect would say next, and this was also his promise to the city.

Dialect looked at the sky covered by smoke and clouds, smiled, picked up the Hanyang Zao in his hand, walked towards Guanghuamen, waved his hand behind him, and said from a distance:

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