In the next few days, the prelude to the Jinling Massacre did not come to an end.
Xia Yuan didn't know where he was going next. He was carrying a Type 38 rifle and covering his face with a piece of cloth, wandering through the streets and alleys of Jinling City.
Five Japanese soldiers were chasing a female student. The female student was running very slowly, breathing heavily and crying.
As if they were playing a trick on her, these Japanese soldiers grabbed her, then let her go. They looked at her running and laughed.
"Come here!" Xia Yuan was hiding in the dark. He saw the girl running past and grabbed her.
"Ah!" The girl was already in panic. When she saw the masked Xia Yuan, she screamed in fright.
"Chinese! I am Chinese!" Xia Yuan comforted her.
"Outside, Japs, please leave quickly." When the female student saw Xia Yuan, she couldn't help but look horrified. During this time, she had seen many Japanese killing her compatriots.
The streets and alleys were littered with the corpses of civilians.
"Shh." Xia Yuan remained silent and remained unmoved.
When several Japanese soldiers saw this, they laughed and walked towards the alley. They did not think that the girl could run away, so they walked over casually.
At the corner of the alley, a bright bayonet was coming towards me, and it plunged into the throat of the Japanese soldier at the front. Xia Yuan made a lightning kick and kicked him away. The huge force knocked down the two Japanese soldiers behind him.
On the ground.
Xia Yuan stepped forward and rushed towards the two Japanese soldiers who were stunned for a moment. His bayonet was stained with blood and plunged into the Japanese soldier's chest. He pushed the Japanese soldier and bumped into the Japanese soldier behind him. He stretched out his big hand and grabbed the Japanese soldier.
Xia Yuan squeezed his neck hard, and heard a cracking sound. The other person's neck was suddenly broken by Xia Yuan.
The remaining two soldiers were horrified. They stood up quickly, raised their guns and pulled the bolts to shoot.
The girl screamed: "Be careful!"
Xia Yuan's reaction speed was so fast. He drew out his bayonet and threw it out like a flying knife, accurately piercing the heart of a Japanese soldier. He strode forward, kicked the other soldier away, and then pulled out the bayonet.
A person whose heart is pierced will not die in a short time, but will struggle for a while before dying. The whole process is extremely painful.
Another Japanese soldier died simply. He fell to the ground. Before he could get up, he saw a figure rushing towards him. Then he felt that his throat was cut open by a cold instrument, and blood spurted out uncontrollably.
Even though he covered his neck with his hands, he still felt hot blood spurting out from between his fingers.
He fell to the ground and twitched for a while, gradually feeling the passage of life. At this moment, the Japanese soldier regretted going out to participate in the jihad. If he had not participated in the jihad, he might not have died.
There is no regret medicine in the world.
After killing five Japanese soldiers, Xia Yuan replaced the guns on his body, took away their grenades, magazine boxes, bedding, cans, and marching water bottles, and took the girls away quickly.
They ran a few streets and stopped in a ruins.
The girl was breathing heavily, with an expression of surviving a disaster on her face. She looked at the tall man in front of her, "Thank you for saving me."
"You're welcome, they're all Chinese." Xia Yuan took off the bullet magazine hanging on his body, held five bullets, pressed them into the magazine, and asked: "What's your name, how old are you, how did you end up being raped by the Japanese?"
Chase."
"My name is Zhou Xiaoli. I hid in the cellar with my father. The Japanese came to my house three times. The last time they found us, my father was killed by the Japanese in order to protect me. If it weren't for you, I might have died at the hands of the Japanese too.
Under the gunpoint." Zhou Xiaoli's face showed sadness. She is a strong girl. She held back the tears in her eyes and asked: "Are you a soldier?"
"I'm a soldier." Xia Yuan nodded.
"Why didn't you defend Jinling City and let the Japanese come in?" Zhou Xiaoli sat on the ground, hugging her knees.
"I'm sorry." Xia Yuan was silent for a while.
"I still want to thank you for saving me. Without you, the Japanese would have invaded long ago." Zhou Xiaoli said optimistically.
Xia Yuan didn't say anything. He took apart the cloth strips he had prepared and tied them to the gun.
"Can you take me out of Jinling City?" Zhou Xiaoli asked again.
Xia Yuan raised his head and looked at the dark-faced girl in front of him, with two pigtails and bright eyes, with a hint of hope.
He was caught in a dilemma. Xia Yuan wanted to wander around Jinling City and kill more Japanese Japs.
But I don’t want to dash the girl’s hope for life.
"I'll take you to a place first." Xia Yuan stood up and took the girl towards the church.
He and Instructor Li have been separated for a day, and I don't know what the situation is like with Instructor Li and the others.
If the Qinhuai River women haven't left yet, there may be a chance to leave Jinling.
The door of the church was open, and there were bullet points everywhere. The wall was blown down by the Japanese army, exposing huge holes. All the items in the church had been emptied. All the murals on the wall that could be removed were taken away by the Japanese army and left behind.
A clean square area.
The church was quiet, with a hint of silence and a little less of the warmth of the past.
"What are you doing here?" Zhou Xiaoli asked in a low voice, holding the schoolbag in her arms.
"There are people hiding here, they should be able to take you away."
Xia Yuan led her into the yard and saw the ruts on the ground. When he came to the backyard, his face sank.
There was an abandoned truck parked in the backyard, but the truck disappeared.
Return to the church and open the door to the cellar. There is still the scent of rouge in the cellar, as well as women's belongings, which I didn't remember to take away.
There was also a large amount of red wine and food stored, but many of them had obviously been moved away.
Mahjong is scattered on the table in the middle and on the ground.
"There is no one here anymore," Zhou Xiaoli said.
"It looks like they have left, but I don't know if they have escaped." Xia Yuan put the gun on the table, took off his cold clothes and the bedding behind him: "You can hide here first.
The Japanese have searched here several times but have not found this cellar. It is safe here."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Zhou Xiaoli scanned the environment of the cellar. There were beds, tables, and food. It was also a hiding place. She asked nervously: "Then
And you?"
"I go to kill the Japanese at night and sleep here during the day. Just keep an eye on the outside for me."
After these few days of action, Xia Yuan didn't get much rest. It was too cold outside and there was no way he could sleep.
"Oh, I'll cook for you." Zhou Xiaoli looked at the food in the cellar and opened it. There were rice, flour, and a small amount of biscuits. She was a little troubled: "If you make a fire to cook, it will be easy for the Japanese to find out.
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"We don't need to make a fire to cook, we just eat these things." Xia Yuan seized a lot of cans from the Japanese, which were enough for them to eat for a while.
The situation with two people is better, but if there are more people, there won’t be enough food.
"Eat quickly. I'll sleep for a while. If there is any movement outside, wake me up immediately."
The cellar was very warm. After entering the cellar, Xia Yuan felt a little sleepy. He yawned and lay on the bed, and fell asleep soon after.
Zhou Xiaoli took one look at Xia Yuan's sleeping face and realized that her survival depended on this man. She recalled the scene in front of her of the man killing five Japanese soldiers and couldn't help but sigh: "It's amazing."
She knew in her heart that she could only survive by following Xia Yuan.
Looking at the messy cellar, Zhou Xiaoli put her schoolbag on the bed and started cleaning the room.
By the time Xia Yuan woke up, it was already evening. The cellar had been cleaned very clean by Zhou Xiaoli. She was still holding Xia Yuan's military uniform and was mending it.
"You're awake. I see your clothes are a bit torn. There happens to be needle and thread here, so I wanted to mend it for you." When Zhou Xiaoli saw Xia Yuan sitting up, she quickly bit off the thread on her hand and put the needle on the table.
He held the clothes and handed them to Xia Yuan: "Here you go."
Xia Yuan took a look at the patched area and put it on casually, "Thanks."
He put on all the clothes on his body, covered his face with a black cloth, and was about to leave the cellar with his gun in hand.
"Where are you going?" Zhou Xiaoli asked nervously.
"Kill the Japanese." Xia Yuan replied to her.
"Then you must come back alive."
Zhou Xiaoli said.
"Don't worry, the Japanese can't kill me." Xia Yuan put the gun behind his back and came to the entrance of the cellar. He first observed the situation outside, then opened the cellar and came outside.
There was a thin layer of snow on the ground. Xia Yuan grabbed the snow on a stone, wiped it on his face, and then covered his face.
Then he stepped on the thin snow and disappeared into the vast darkness.
He was not worried about leaving footprints on the ground. It was dark and the Japanese troops would take a rest and would not come at this time.
When they came over the next day, the footprints they left were gone.
And it doesn’t snow very much.
Sure enough, at midnight, the snow stopped.
Xia Yuanmao wiped the cold muzzle of his gun in the darkness. He didn't know whether Instructor Li and the others had escaped, but the chances were high.
Follow the route in memory and walk towards Wang Sangou's sister's house.
It's been so long since the Japanese army occupied Jinling, and I don't know what's going on with Sister Wang Sangou's family.
In the dark night, on the broken streets.
Rows of round objects were placed on both sides of the road. Xia Yuan only glanced at them, and his eyes were filled with coldness. They were severed heads. The Japanese army placed these heads on both sides of the street, with heads on them.
Covered with wind and snow.
Xia Yuan said, clenching his fists.
He saw someone familiar.
Wang Cui's neighbors.
He also saw Wu Youhua's head, which was placed in the third row at the end. Xia Yuan stopped here and walked forward quickly.
Turning around the alley, he saw a burned-out house. Xia Yuan walked in and saw a naked female corpse and the corpses of two children in the courtyard. He stood on the ground and stepped forward to see clearly the appearance of the female corpse.
It is Wang Cui.
The body is covered with bloody wounds, and the scene is messy and horrific.
The Japanese army used extremely harsh methods to humiliate Wang Cui and brutally killed her.
They didn't even spare the child, whose body was covered with bayonet wounds.
"If I don't avenge this, I swear I won't be a human being!" Xia Yuan's eyes were cold, and he used the engineering shovel behind him to dig a hole in the courtyard and bury Wang Cui's family in the hole.
He carried a gun on his back and walked into the vast darkness.
There were dozens of sleeping bags placed in three tents where a small Japanese army team was stationed.
They stationed themselves in the middle of the intersection and set up a checkpoint here. A bonfire was raised in the middle of the camp. Three Japanese soldiers squatted on the ground and were playing with a roast chicken on the bonfire.
"Tanaka-kun, add more firewood."
"Okay."
A soldier named Tanaka ran to the ruins on the side of the road, pulled out the broken door panel, broke it with his feet, and rushed back. Suddenly, a black shadow rushed towards him. Tanaka subconsciously blocked it with his hands, and suddenly felt that his neck was scratched by some cold sharp weapon.
, he opened his eyes wide, opened his mouth to breathe, and the icy cold wind penetrated into his stomach along the cut area.
Well!!
Tianzhong let out a painful whimper and fell to the ground unwillingly. In the hazy moment, he saw a tall figure walking towards their camp.
He wanted to open his mouth to call for help, but when the words came out, he made a whooshing sound, which was very subtle. His body temperature was rapidly lost, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.
The soldiers were flipping the roasted chicken over the flames. The fire had dimmed quite a bit. Tanaka hadn't returned for a long time.
Another soldier who was playing with liquor stood up and said, "I'll go take a look."
As soon as he left the camp, he saw a dark shadow behind the dark camp. He looked intently, trying to see clearly what it was. Suddenly he felt a chill on his neck, his eyes blurred, and his consciousness sank into darkness.
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The remaining soldier was basting the roasted chicken with oil. The skin was roasted golden and exuded a rich aroma.
The soldier was not aware of the approaching danger at all. He stretched out his nose and sniffed the roasted chicken and said, "吆西."
He sighed in admiration, and when he heard movement behind him, he said without looking back: "Tanaka is back? Hurry up, fill up the firewood, the fire is about to go out... Woo!!!"
The next moment, his mouth was blocked by a cold palm, and the cold instrument was stretched out to his neck. With a light stroke, he felt that his neck was being cut open.
There was fear on his face, and the whisper of a devil seemed to be heard in his ears.
"Don't come to China in your next life!"
His eyes widened, revealing frightening fear, and he kicked hard on the fire on the ground, leaving large traces of struggle.
Soon, the soldiers did not move. Xia Yuan let go of the soldiers, listened to the snoring from the camp, sat by the campfire, filled the campfire with the prepared firewood, turned the roasted chicken on the campfire, and rubbed the salt beside him.
On the roasted chicken, turn it twice, hold the bayonet and get into the tent on the side.
In less than a minute, Xia Yuan walked out, carrying a strong smell of blood.
After flipping the roasted chicken on the flame, he got into another tent, but something unexpected happened this time. A Japanese soldier woke up and saw Xia Yuan busy.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
Xia Yuan stepped forward and struck with a knife.
This guy probably hasn't woken up yet and is in a state of confusion.
The three camps were quickly cleared by him alone.
Wearing the military coats of the little Japanese soldiers, they walked to the camp, sat down by the campfire, and started to grill the roast chicken. There were also several bottles of liquor and cold dishes on the ground. It was obvious that the three Japanese soldiers were going to drink some tonight, but they
I never thought I would meet Xia Yuan.
Xia Yuan didn't expect that he would get into the tent after roasting the chicken on the fire. When he came out, he was holding three skinned hens in his hand.
Bake it over the fire in the same way.
After a while, four roast chickens came out of the oven.