On the battlefield, soldiers are fighting hand to hand, fighting to the death, and whoever exhausts his strength first will be a sheep to be slaughtered.
Fortunately this is not a battlefield, this is a night attack.
More than a dozen Japanese soldiers, most of them died under Xia Yuan's bayonets. The few Japanese soldiers who escaped were caught up by Ali and hacked indiscriminately.
At the end of the battle, Ali was breathing heavily, his eyes were blood red, his face was covered with blood drops and blood stains, and he looked very ferocious.
Xia Yuan's face was not red, and his heartbeat was steady. When he came to the woman's side, he saw that her hair was disheveled, her eyes were numb and dull, tears were flowing silently from her empty eyes, and her whole body was in a mess.
He sighed, took off his military coat, covered the woman's body, turned around and started cleaning the battlefield.
Feeling the residual warmth of the military coat, the woman raised her head and her eyes regained some color.
Seeing the dead Japanese soldier on the ground, she struggled to stand up, grabbed the gun with a bayonet that fell on the ground, and stabbed the Japanese soldier's body fiercely.
Chen Wenhua ran over with Zhou Xiaoli and Chen Juan, and was shocked when he saw the woman with disheveled hair, half-naked body, and blood on her lower body.
The three of them wanted to go up and stop them, but Xia Yuan stopped them, threw the cans and kettles to them, turned around and looked at the woman, and said, "Let her vent, let her vent, let her vent, she will feel better."
Chen Wenhua sighed and said to Chen Juan and Zhou Xiaoli: "You two go find some clothes and put them on her."
"Why."
The two women nodded.
Chen Wenhua followed Xia Yuan to clean up the battlefield.
A class of little Japanese soldiers had a lot of supplies, especially half a fan of pork roasted on the campfire. They found another half fan of raw pork in the Japanese camp.
"Put it on the fire."
"The Japanese devils won't come over," Chen Wenhua said a little worried.
It takes a certain amount of time to roast the pork.
"No, these Japanese scouts are stationed and patrolling in this area. Now that we have them, the Japanese will not send any more troops here."
Xia Yuan knew the Japanese very well.
During the entire night attack, the Japanese did not fire a shot, and the hunting speed was very fast. Only two Japanese saw that something was wrong and ran away, but they were chased back by Ali.
Xia Yuan is not worried.
Chen Wenhua and Ali were relatively worried. Thinking that Xia Yuan was here, they felt a little more at ease and put the remaining half of the pork fan on the fire to smoke.
Chen Wenhua went to the ruins of houses on both sides to look for firewood. He had just found a lot of firewood and was about to rush back when he heard Chen Juan's scream. He didn't care about taking the firewood in his hand, threw it on the ground and ran to the Japanese camp.
"What's wrong, what's wrong."
When he arrived, he found that the woman they rescued had put on her clothes and was lying on the ground crying.
Chen Juan and Zhou Xiaoli were so frightened that they stood aside.
Xia Yuan held the bayonet and said calmly: "It's not a big problem."
Chen Wenhua looked at the woman, then at the bayonet in Xia Yuan's hand, vaguely guessed what he was saying, and said: "I know you have been wronged, but we must live strong. Only by living can we have hope. Don't you want to seek revenge on the Japanese devils?"
Are you going to just die like this? If you die, you will have nothing, but if you are alive, you can still kill the Japanese with your own hands."
He pointed at Xia Yuan: "This is your rescuer. You should have seen that he is very powerful. You can learn from him the techniques of killing Japanese devils."
When the woman heard Chen Wenhua's words, she stopped crying, and her face showed confusion and confusion, which was then replaced by determination.
She raised her head, revealing a face smeared with pot black.
She may have thought that as long as she made her face look ugly, the Japanese would let her go.
But she never imagined that the Japanese would not let go even an eighty-year-old man, so how could they let her go? These beasts only looked for women, and they would not let them go even if their faces were disfigured.
"I will teach you the skills to kill the Japanese. Only by living can you have hope. Only then can you kill the Japanese and avenge you and those who died." Xia Yuan pulled her up and said, "If you die, just leave."
, the Japanese devils are still living happily, they can live for decades, do you think it is really worth it for you to commit suicide now?"
The woman said nothing, but acknowledged Xia Yuan and Chen Wenhua's words and shook her head slowly.
"That's right, girl, I followed Brother Yuan and killed four Japanese Japs. You can also kill the Japs." Ali came over. His kitchen knife had been sharpened in the battle just now.
Throw it away and replace it with a Japanese rifle with a bayonet stuck in it.
Xia Yuan handed her the gun and said: "This is what you need to kill Japanese devils. It's so cold outside. Xiaoli and Xiaojuan, please take her back first and bring the kettle with you."
"Why."
The two women nodded.
"Stop thinking about it. Only when you are alive can you have hope." Xia Yuan said.
"Yes, sister, there is hope only when you are alive. When you die, there is nothing." Chen Juan echoed.
The woman took the rifle handed over by Xia Yuan, wiped the tears from her face, and nodded vigorously.
He said in a hoarse voice: "I understand, thank you for saving me."
"They are all Chinese." Zhou Xiaoli said with a smile, hanging the kettle on her body, "Sister, let's go first."
Chen Juan brought several rifles.
The woman looked at the guns and ammunition scattered on the ground, picked up some and put them on her body, then limped along with the two women toward the church.
In front of the bonfire, Xia Yuan grilled the pork and smeared a layer of oil on the skin of the pork. "There are many women like her who were insulted by the Japanese in Jinling City. The number is unimaginable. They don't let girls under ten years old go.
Let go of people over sixty years old, but if you are a woman, they will take them away."
Chen Wenhua clenched his fists hard and cursed: "These beasts!"
"Our power is limited and we can only rescue those we encounter." Xia Yuan sighed helplessly.
Even he felt deeply powerless in this world, let alone other people in Jinling City and those captured by the Japanese.
How desperate that must be.
The pork was sizzling and fragrant, but the three of them had no appetite. A layer of haze hung over Chen Wenhua and Ali.
They hid in the cellar for a long time, knowing only that the Japanese were killing people everywhere, but they had no idea what kind of inhuman torture women would suffer if they fell into the hands of the Japanese.
Xia Yuan told them about the women he met who were tortured to death in Jinling City, and the two of them were filled with anger.
They are kind-hearted people who have lived for most of their lives and have been working hard for life. Their understanding of the ugliness of human nature has only been seen in peaceful life, where they have seen those high-ranking officials oppressing some ordinary people.
But they have long been accustomed to it, and they have all survived from the feudal era.
Such exploitation and oppression have allowed them to see human nature.
But in the Japanese devils, we saw human nature that was a hundred times uglier.
"Damn, these beasts." Ali cursed, hating the Japanese devils to the core. This was followed by a burst of weakness. His family had been separated from him a long time ago and could not be found now. Is his family safe?
Everything is unknown.
He hated the brutality of the Japanese and was worried that his family would be killed by the Japanese.
Ali felt quite painful inside.
Chen Wenhua patted Ali on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, they will be fine."
Ali raised his head: "I want to kill more Japanese devils!"
Xia Yuan turned the pork over and said, "Yes, I will let you kill more Japanese soldiers and kill more Japanese soldiers."
Ali didn't say anything, and tightened his grip on the rifle.
It takes a long time to roast half a fan of pork. After brushing a layer of oil, there is no need to brush it with oil again. The fat meat will be sizzling and oily when roasted, so this step can be omitted.
Xia Yuan used a knife to make slits on the pork, so that the hot oil on the surface of the pork could flow into the slits and smoke the inside of the pork.
He needs to hurry up.
The three of them sat around the campfire, enjoying a rare moment of warmth.
The pork was smoked and roasted to perfection. It took three or four hours. The sky became darker and darker. It was almost impossible to see outside the bonfire, and the sky was shrouded in dark clouds.
Ali was lying next to the bonfire, sleeping soundly. Chen Wenhua and Xia Yuan were chatting with each other, chatting about interesting things from all over the world. A lot of firewood was piled beside him. Chen Wenhua took out one and threw it in the fire from time to time.
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"You said you fought with the Japanese in Songhu before?"
"Um."
"Do you know Songhu God of War?"
"who?"
"The God of War in Songhu was also a figure who emerged during the Songhu battle. He was very powerful. Newspapers said that he could withstand an army by himself. He was a genius unique in the army. Even Chiang Kai-shek issued a statement praising Songhu.
The deeds of the God of War in Songhu."
Chen Wenhua sighed and said: "However, he should be dead."
"Why do you say that?"
"I haven't heard any news about him for a long time. Everyone is spreading the news that he is dead. He died under the shelling of the Japanese."
Chen Wenhua said with great regret: "It is a pity that such a talented person died at the gunpoint of the Japanese. Many people admired him. He was very powerful and was the spiritual support of many people."
He asked Xia Yuan: "Have you not heard of his deeds in the army?"
Xia Yuan pondered for a moment: "I've heard of it."
Chen Wenhua asked: "Do many people admire him?"
Xia Yuan shook his head: "I'm not sure about this, maybe."
Chen Wenhua felt a little strange: "You are a soldier, how could you not know about it? People across the country should know about this."
Xia Yuan didn't say anything. The Songhu God of War was talking about himself. He had indeed never seen the troops go crazy when they saw him, because he himself did not lead many troops. Before Commander Tang and others could support him, Jinling was already in danger.
, and now, it is estimated that they have already fled for their lives and forgotten themselves.
Xia Yuan didn't have so many entanglements. He walked all the way from Changjin Lake and spent most of his time alone or with a small number of people.
His own ability is too strong, and when he shows it, many of the tasks he performs are blocking tasks.
In most such blocking missions, a small number of troops face a majority of the enemy's troops, and the enemy's firepower is far greater than that of the troops led by oneself.
In most cases, the participating blocking troops were annihilated by the enemy. Although the mission was completed, few survived.
There is a bitterness in the habit.
In every blocking battle, the enemy was successfully blocked, but the casualties to oneself were too great. In no blocking battle, the casualties were small.
Xia Yuan has long been accustomed to it.
The bonfire was burning, making crackling sounds, and the aroma of barbecue spread in the air. The night was getting deeper and deeper, and the surroundings were shrouded in darkness. Only a vague outline of the ruined building could be seen.
The pork was almost smoked and roasted. After cooling on the side, Xia Yuan carried half of the fan, and Chen Wenhua and Ali carried the other half.
After returning to the cellar, Xia Yuan went out again to erase the traces they left in the courtyard.
The Japanese were not stupid. The footsteps they left on the ground were too clear. Seeing these footsteps, the Japanese would realize that there must be someone hiding in the church.
In order to confuse the Japanese soldiers, he walked in the opposite direction of the church, leaving messy footprints, then stepped on the gravel, climbed over and entered the church, and used tree branches to clean up the traces.
Xia Yuan and his party stayed in the cellar for a long enough time that many times they had forgotten the time.
Xia Yuan did not stop retaliating against the Japanese army. In the next few days, he took Ali out of the cellar at night, went out to attack the Japanese army at night, and returned safely at dawn.
The cellar was filled with the trophies they captured, including some valuable small artifacts that they found on the truck. There were more artifacts that were very large and they couldn't take them away. They could only take away some that looked quite large.
Exquisite jewelry.
Xia Yuan didn't know the value of these things either.
Something that can be appreciated by the Japanese and placed together with a lot of valuable cultural relics must be extraordinary.
The Jinling Massacre lasted for several months, but the worst atrocities were concentrated in the first 6-8 weeks.
It was not until the spring of 1938 that the citizens of Jinling knew that the Jinling Massacre was over. Although Jinling was still occupied by the Japanese army, the Japanese army would not kill them all, so some people came back one after another.
As Jinling fell into the hands of the Japanese rulers, the Japanese army began to take measures to try to subdue the people in Jinling City.
It is a pity that the number of people left behind is very small. There are not many things that can be conquered in Jinling City. Books, valuable cultural relics, furniture, gold and silver jewelry have long been taken away by the Japanese army and brought back to the country. They can be killed as early as
In the first few months after the fall of Jinling, everyone was killed, and only a few could come back.
A foreigner living in Jinling City once recorded: It is hard to imagine the severity of the damage to this city. There is random dumping of filth and all kinds of garbage everywhere.
People allowed garbage and corpses to pile up and rot in the streets because nothing could be done without Japanese approval, not even to dispose of the garbage and corpses.
In fact, many Japanese military vehicles drove past the pile of corpses several feet thick under the Yijiang Gate. They wanted to show the people of Jinling the tragic consequences of resistance by crushing the piled corpses.
Serve as a warning to others.
However, there is still a small group of people who, whenever night falls, turn into gods of death and harvest the lives of Japanese soldiers.
The most representative of these is the God of Death near Zhongshan Road.
The area near Zhongshan Road was even known as an area where Japanese military squad units were prohibited from stationing.