"Da Da Da!"

When Kumamoto Toichi came to the street in backwards, the soldiers of the 3rd platoon of the 80th Company of Niu had already outflanked him. Four machine guns directly blocked the devils' attempts to storm the encirclement of the building at the corner of the street. The vanguard army, which had already entered the surrounding buildings through the holes that had long been opened in the house, was sticking out more and more of the barrels of their guns from the surrounding buildings. The longest at both ends of the open space in the vegetable market is more than 200 meters, and the effective range of Suomi can also be easily reached. The firing power of 70 rounds of drums is also comparable to a few light machine guns of the devils on the opposite side.

One of the devil's light machine guns was alone on the ground, the main and secondary shooters were dead, and there were more than a dozen corpses of devils lying around.

Chen Ergou shot down another devil who tried to lean over and control the machine gun, and a window not far below also spewed out Suomy's flames at the same time, beating the falling devil to the point of flesh and blood.

"Rush over! Go to that house! The red-eyed Kumamoto Toichi commanded the few remaining twenty or so devils to rush to a nearby house, where there was only Suomi's shooting. After all, compared to the MG-34, Suomy's firepower is slightly worse.

The bodies of a dozen more devils fell behind Kumamoto, and he and the other six devils finally rushed under the eaves of the house.

"Boom!" A devil who tried to break into the door was violently bounced to the ground.

The MG-34 on the opposite side had already swept over, sending sawdust flying across the door panel. In many broken places, the bricks and stones that had been piled up inside were exposed.

"Ahh Kumamoto, who was lying on the ground, let out a desperate scream with a hammer, and the sound of a sniper rifle mixed with the roar of MG-34 was inaudible, but the bullet passed directly through Kumamoto's left temple, and half of his body that had just been raised fell to the ground again.

"Is there any news from Kumamoto's squadron?" Ryosuke Isoya asked casually by putting down the pen in his hand.

"No news!" Jiro Sasaki replied respectfully.

Ryosuke Isoya just raised his eyes and glanced at Sasaki, and didn't say anything more.

"According to the observation of people in the neighborhood, when they arrived at the vegetable market, there was only fierce gunfire, and there was no sound after about ten minutes." Sasaki added.

"Ten minutes?" Ryosuke Isoya crossed his hands, and the green tendons that he had twisted so hard burst out.

"Didn't they leave some watchmen behind?"

"No one has come back!" Sasaki bowed his head and said.

Ryosuke Isoya waved his hand softly, and Sasaki immediately walked out backwards.

"Five hundred and twenty meters!" Ryosuke Isoya walked to the window and muttered to himself, "It's funny! ”

……

"Good news! The investigation team of the League of Nations was stationed in Nanjing yesterday, and the massacre there was over! Fan Chong hurriedly came in with an urgent report.

"I see!" Meng Xiang's expression was a little blank. The third class in Nanjing had already sent him a secret telegram. With the secret telegram, there were three large rolls of film that had been processed according to Meng Xiang's instructions.

Photographs and film and television materials taken in Nanjing are sent in every few days. Except for a copy of a dozen media outlets that continued to be sent abroad, the rest were kept at the main base. According to Meng Xiang's request, through the means of processing images by the spies, these image materials were compiled into nearly 100 rolls of film film. Finally, it is compressed and purified and consolidated into three reduced volumes.

But all along, Meng Xiang didn't look at those original photos and film films, he was afraid that he would lose his mind and do something that surprised him. He's not alone now, and there's a lot to think about later. The venting of losing his mind, although it is painful, but the consequences are not something he can afford.

When he heard that the Nanjing incident had come to an end, he finally couldn't help but watch a processed film roll. In later generations, he has also seen a lot of related movies, but none of them are as shocking as what he sees today.

All he felt was helplessness, even though he continued to win here, Nanjing was still bleeding. He had no way to change all this, so he could only wait helplessly for the League of Nations to come late.

"All localities and organizations have issued documents on this, condemning me! Are we going to send it too? Seeing that Meng Xiang's face was not good, Fan Chong asked.

"Oh!" Meng Xiang was silent for a moment when he heard this, "I also want to generate electricity, generate electricity!" ”

Although due to the early arrival of the international investigation team, the Nanjing Massacre ended. Everyone didn't know that the original history would continue to sprinkle salt on Huaxia's wounds for half a month, but Meng Xiang knew.

"You can wait a minute!" Pharmacist Tang behind him suddenly said loudly, he had watched the movie film with Meng Xiang for a long time, and his eyes were a little moist, and he couldn't suppress his feelings at this time.

Meng Xianghui looked at him and remained silent.

"Tell people to hurry up and copy the film and show it in various places, and then add our declaration to the future!"

Meng Xiang's eyes lit up, those film and television films were originally used by him for propaganda, but he never thought of adding the declaration of the vanguard army to it. If the film is integrated with the vanguard's statement, it will be more effective than electricity.

"Alas, it would be nice to add a little bit of the vanguard army's achievements!" Pharmacist Tang sighed.

"There is information!" Fan interjected. In order to better sum up the experience, every battle is followed by a war photographer, and there are also film and television materials preserved. The base produced enough spy cameras and cameras to supply the 16-man combat photography team.

Meng Xiang was also moved in his heart, the intelligence brain function of the base is so powerful, it won't be without a record, right?

"Good! Let's deal with it first, and strive to let the people of the whole country know the truth as soon as possible! Meng Xiang also said.

……

"Xiaohua, do you have any images of that main base on file?" Meng Xiang hurriedly returned to the command center and asked.

"Yes!" Xiaohua replied very dryly.

"Can you copy that war scene?" Meng Xiang was overjoyed and continued to ask.

"Yes!"

"All the scenes?"

"Both!"

"How much storage space do you have?" Meng Xiang was very surprised and asked cautiously.

"Insufficient permissions to explain in detail. However, Storage Spaces uses chrono-space, and the secondary Joint Base Network can record all the records of what happened on Earth in a decade, large and small. Xiaohua can only be explained in a way that Meng Xiang understands.

"All records?" Meng Xiang was already feeling dizzy, this technique was not something he could understand.

He suddenly thought of the clones and the base's merit points that he couldn't understand before: "Merit points are also recorded at any time?" ”

"Yes!"

"Got an image?"

"The clone has a limited biochip in his body, and can contact the base to record what the individual sees and hears! Through record analysis, the brain makes a judgment of merit! Xiaohua rarely answered a lot.

"What about me?" Meng Xiang was not only impressed by the strength of the base, but also worried about whether he was the same, implanted with a chip.

"Insufficient authority to answer." Xiaohua replied in a cold voice.

Meng Xiang's heart sank, but then he thought about it again, his own voice was much stronger than before. Even if there are limitations, don't be afraid. Since you have the golden finger of the base, you should live vigorously here, and it will not be in vain to come here.

"Can you copy what the clone soldier saw and heard?" Meng Xiang continued to ask, if you can copy what the clone soldiers saw and heard, I am afraid that the large and small battles of the vanguard army will be recorded wonderfully, so that it will no longer be limited to the film and television materials within the direct jurisdiction of the main base.

"Insufficient permissions to copy!" Xiaohua's voice was still cold.

"Alright then, let's copy those battle images within the main base!" Meng Xiang said helplessly.