Manual of Space-Time Interference

In front of me, there are now two paths. Retreat is life. If you try to steal your life, you can go forward and you can live. Life is death.

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

So, today, I chose to live to the death...

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At 6 o'clock in the afternoon, the Japanese artillery shells had already hit the city wall, and the fire of war had already burned above the city wall. The roaring and wailing sound completely resounded through the city.

Tang Shengzhi had already escaped. Tang Zhisheng should have given the order to retreat at 5:00 pm. Now he should be on a small ferry in Xiaguan, following other military officials.

Also, the most intense offensive and defensive battle of the gate of Guanghua Gate has also begun. Now it should be Yi Guanghua of the 249th Brigade leading his subordinates to compete for positions in front of the gate...

Comparing Tang Shengzhi and Yi Guanghua, the dialect finds it a bit ironic.

One ordered to sink the boat and fight against the water, the other defended the city gate and regained the position three times.

One did not hesitate to abandon the troops and escaped across the river, while the other was dressed in several bullets and died in front of Guanghua Gate.

This is human nature!

Dialect sat on the ground, looking at the direction of Guanghua Gate on the other side and thinking.

At this time, the shells had already covered a 1-kilometer radius of the Taipingmen, and the dialect was about 3 kilometers away. He knew that it was not the time to go up by himself.

On the street next to him, soldiers kept running past, some were going to reinforce the city gate, and some were evacuating from the city gate with the wounded.

From ancient times to the present, the city gate has been a battleground for military strategists. 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. Now the Taiping Gate is a ground meat that will not even spit out bones. machine…

The harsh sound of cannonballs passing through the sky sounded, and with the appearance of small black dots in the air, Dialect also covered his ears.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

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

The dialect 3 kilometers away also felt the power of this kind of shell, the ground began to shake violently, and the loud roar continued for several minutes, which made him a little unable to bear while covering his ears.

After this long-term intensive and terrifying bombardment of artillery shells, the roaring sound became smaller. In order to avoid accidental injury to the charging Japanese army, the Japanese artillery regiment would stop the heavy artillery and mountain artillery bombardment and let the front-line troops use mortars. artillery and infantry artillery.

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The night began to cover the entire city of Nanjing, and the hum of the planes began to disappear. The Japanese army, which lacked air force operations, began to cooperate with infantry and artillery, slowly eroding the vitality of Taipingmen.

The gunshots of the distant city walls were loud, and the sounds of running and wailing on the streets began to grow louder.

Dialect hid in a corner of the street and alley, looked at his watch, it was already a quarter past seven in the afternoon.

Opening the backpack, he took out compressed biscuits and water and ate it.

Countdown to the first meal!

Dialect mechanically finished chewing the biscuits in his hand, took out a cigarette and lit it. Under the flickering light of the cigarette, there were a pair of calm eyes.

He took out the Type 95 rifle in his backpack, took out the Type 92 pistol on his thigh, checked the dialect, and after confirming that there was no problem, he put the pistol back into the holster, put a drum on the rifle and hung it in front of him.

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

After doing all this, Dialect came to the alley and leaned against the wall. The gunshots at the city gate had subsided, and then the rapid sound of cannons began to sound.

After the Japanese army stopped shelling, the sound of gunfire at the city gate had become weak, and a large number of soldiers began to flee from the Taiping Gate, and the streets were filled with chaotic footsteps.

The city of Nanjing has been destroyed, and this thousand-year-old imperial capital cannot be preserved after all...

......

The evacuated soldiers were crushed. These soldiers have sacrificed too much. The dialect does not blame them.

As time passed by, a neat line of troops began to appear at the end of the street and were marching against the rout. This was the troops of the 66th Army and the 83rd Army that Dialect was waiting for.

Dialect did not choose to go to Xiaguan. Although Xiaguan was extremely chaotic at this time, Xiao Shanling also built a raft ahead of time because of his own reminder, and prepared personnel scheduling. It can be said that the probability of survival is more than a thousand times higher than that of a frontal breakthrough.

However, he still stubbornly chose the road of breaking through. In his words, he just didn't want to be a cowardly man, or to be more precise, he was saving his own soul.

Taking a deep breath, Dialect opened the safety of his rifle, and when the team passed by, he spotted a lieutenant colonel running over.

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

"I'm here for you." The lieutenant colonel scolded, took the paper and glanced at it casually, "Take your mother acridine, don't you want to die, run away if you don't want to die!"

After the lieutenant colonel finished swearing, he continued to run forward with the troops, and the dialect followed behind.

Getting closer to the Taiping Gate, the sound of gunfire became louder and louder. The march of the troops began to slow down. Dialect breathed a sigh of relief and continued to follow the lieutenant colonel. When the officers were gathered together to argue how to break out.

The Japanese army has not yet entered the city, and there are still some soldiers fighting **** battles on the city wall, and the 66th Army has also diverted some soldiers to fill some of the gaps in the city wall.

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

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

The screams of soldiers continued to sound from the city walls, and there were also the voices of officers who kept yelling...

Fear began to rise in Dialect's heart.

"boom!"

A mortar shot landed not far from the dialect, and a wave of air swept over. The dialect was stunned, touched his face with his hand, and then quickly touched his whole body. At that moment, death, tentacles Accessible…

"what!"

The screams rose, and at the same time, something rolled to his feet, he lowered his head and looked down.

"Guru!"

Dialect's throat rolled, his body trembled, and he almost fell to the ground softly. It was an arm that was still shaking slightly. A lot of blood was gushing out of the fracture, and his index finger twitched slightly, as if it was still pulling something.

Along the direction of this arm, the city wall has been infected with blood, showing an indescribable scarlet posture, and the surrounding broken walls are also stained with blood.

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

In the battlefield, you will be afraid, panic, and overwhelmed, because the scythe of the **** of death has been placed on your neck, and you don't know whether the next moment waiting for you will be death.

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