Snake Seven carried out the superior's order very well, and he shot him as soon as he saw him.

Almost at the moment when Liu Dazui shouted, the bullet had already entered a Shao Zuo's head. Although he stood in the middle of the charging soldiers, the command knife that was polished and glistened with a silver-white metallic luster in the sun made Snake Qi, who had particularly good eyes, accurately grasp his position. Even the sniper scope is useless, and the snake seven, which has a particularly good score among snipers, just senses the direction of the wind, and a ball of flame comes out of the muzzle of the sniper rifle. The huge impact of the bullet burst open half of Shaozuo's head at once.

Several of the soldiers beside him froze for a moment, but a large number of soldiers still rushed over.

"Cannon, cannon, hurry up and fire the cannon!" Liu Dazui shouted as he slipped into the trenches.

"Get down!" The cigarette pouch veteran pushed Xiao Hefei down in the trench.

"Boom!" A bomb landed on the front line of the trench, piling on them with fresh dirt that smelled of gunfire.

"Boom, boom, boom", the continuous shelling made Xiao Hefei's body twitch, and he didn't dare to raise his head.

"Get up, little devil is coming! Fuck guy spanking fuck! Liu Dazui spat out the grass root hanging next to his mouth, grabbed his rifle and lifted up.

Looking at Xiao Hefei, who hadn't gotten up yet, he hooked his foot and lifted him.

"Get up!"

Xiao Hefei shrunk and bowed up, and the cigarette pouch veteran drooped his head and slid down to cover half of his body.

"Ahh Uncle, uncle! ”

"Don't call the ghost mother, he's not dead yet, when the little devil comes up, we all have to die, hurry up and get the guy!" Liu Dazui's keen eyes had already seen the wound on the shoulder of the veteran with the bags under his eyes, and the blood vessels that were constantly twitching in his coma, and he raised his hand and let go of a shot, stopping Xiao Hefei's crying.

"Behind is Yuhuatai, and then behind is Nanjing City. Brethren, the party-state needs you, stand it up to me. The commander of the third battalion next to him, while shouting, raised the submachine gun in his hand, leaned out half of his body, fired a long line of bullets, covered his left arm that had just been bitten by the bullet, and lay down in the chest-high trench.

If Meng Xiang was here, he might have laughed when he heard these familiar words.

But at this time, Meng Xiang was worried thousands of miles away.

The base is still running weapon production, but Meng Xiang's mind is not here, and his heart has soared to Nanjing with the radio waves of the call with the rat.

History returned to the original track, and on December 1, the devils attacked Nanjing.

Whatever the reason, incompetence and timidity are destined to leave many people with a lifetime of guilt.

After the bloody battle of Songhu and the fierce firepower of the devils, many people have the idea of fighting timidity and preserving their strength in their minds. Otherwise, he wouldn't have lost his armor and fled so far.

In any case, Nanjing's defense system was already full of holes after several strategic points on the periphery were abandoned.

One can only hope for the offensive and defensive battles of the city.

But in the original era, before the city could be breached, the officers had already begun to flee for their lives, and only some of the nearly 100,000 soldiers who did not flee were filled into the cold number of 300,000.

Judging from the prosperity of Nanjing City at that time, the administration that did not organize the evacuation and escape of the people at that time, and the records of the empty city after the massacre, 300,000 is just a number with exact records, just an estimated number of civilian deaths, and those unrecorded souls have always drifted into fog in the sky of history!

Before the devil attacked Nanjing, the people led by Rat Yi had already spread rumors in Nanjing City, telling about the fierceness of the devil and the strategic retreat plan of [***], which made many people change their minds and withdraw from Nanjing City early. Although the rumors shook the hearts of the people a little, in the face of a doomed tragic ending, Meng Xiang would rather choose such an annihilating behavior.

When many rumors came out that the officers had left a way out, more civilians were evacuated from Nanjing early.

Rat Yi had already relied on Bai Chongxi's line to send a lot of good suggestions, such as sniping at strategic points outside Nanjing. But reality is reality, and many capable people in the military have proposed these strategies, but in the end they are covered by the thin veil of politics.

When there are many things that cannot be done, the best thing is to do what you can, instead of watching from the sidelines, or talking nonsense to get by.

Meng Xiang can only do what he can now. When the road of going to the top to change history is not working, what Meng Xiang has to do is to save more people.

For that period of history, every Chinese person who paid attention to it later talked about it as a heartache and shame. In the past, when Meng Xiang heard this topic, he mostly avoided touching it, but it didn't mean that he didn't know some details. Although it is only a little bit, it is worth more than a month of deduction, and it still finds a few opportunities.

Tang Shengzhi, who shouted out that he would live and die with Kyoto, evacuated the danger early soon after the dream of the fate of the Son of Heaven in Jinling was shattered. Although the later generations stood on the right team, and not many people went to expose the old bottom, even if they ate fasting and recited Buddha in the second half of their lives, they could not stop the thick ink pen of history.

The lesson of the ancestors who are wise and wise to protect one's life is to describe the truth of people's surnames. If you choose the right position, you can keep it for future generations, and Mingzhe, who chooses the wrong position, can only cry in hell.

The first battalion sent by Meng Xiang didn't expect much effect, but only hoped to fight for a breath, a breath of anger to let more people live, and maybe a little bit of ambition for the people to fight and hope.

He originally planned to fight a city offensive and defensive battle in Nanjing that would inspire the Chinese people, and use street battles to polish the arrogance of the little devils. But after thinking about it again, I finally gave up in frustration.

Nanjing is not Stalingrad, and it is located in the south with a high water level, which makes it impossible for him to use tunnels to attack and defend; Her buildings could not withstand heavy attacks from the air, especially from the cannons on the river; There are not many defensive buildings that have not yet been fully planned, and they are also suspected of being a model of tofu; Wooden houses are the most important triggers, and the final losses will be counted on the heads of the self-proclaimed heroes of offensive and defensive warfare.

Nanjing is not Shanghai, and without the diplomatic obstacles of a large area of Lend-Lease, the heavy shells on the heavy guns of the giant ships that I have traced back to Nanjing may be poured down mercilessly.

The people of Nanjing were not armed with the ideology of the state and the nation, and there were Soviets who had a tight grassroots organization and were even directly pointed at gunpoint. In the past hundred years, the city has changed the banner of the king, so that most of them think that as long as they are obedient to the people, they can make the new master be gracious and give them the status of a slave with a piece of roof. They don't know what the end of this tragedy will be, and that ending has been transformed by them.

Many of the officers in Nanjing have already made plans to protect themselves and make a comeback, and the political gamble of the senior officers has also fallen to the short-selling side.

Many of the soldiers in Nanjing were defeated soldiers from Songhu, and they were already tired. How many compatriots have fallen to their side in a systematic way, and the end is still a hopeless tragedy. The numb heart can no longer excite Yu Yong, who sacrificed his life for the country, and they cannot afford to fight the street battle of will.

The most important thing is that if Meng Xiang really started a street battle and did not have the strength to hold Nanjing, in the end, the crime of the massacre would be woven into the best explanation for stimulating the devil's anger. This is something that Meng Xiang can't afford.

Until there is an organized evacuation of the population, many problems will remain unsolved.

Meng Xiang also wants to learn from some people and continue to struggle with his free body. With the backing of the base, there is no doubt that his role on the stage of history will be more conspicuous in the future.

All he can do now is to keep more people alive!