"Thank you to that brother just now. You weren't accidentally injured, were you?" Someone said apologetically in the darkness.
"It's okay, it's just a little scratched." In the same darkness, the answer came from the window. It was Shang Zhen, but he picked up the flower trap that he accidentally dropped outside the window.
"There is no time to express gratitude for a favor. We are all good brothers in life and death. Let's go quickly! We won't be able to leave the city if it's too late!" Someone urged urgently. It was the officer in the military police.
Yes, this is war.
People calculate life in the time unit of year, which is divided into months, days, hours, minutes, and seconds.
It is the extremely small unit of time that constitutes countless details in the entire life.
There are countless details in war.
When the enemy threw a grenade, a veteran instinctively threw the brother next to him down, and he himself was shot and died.
When we step across the dead, living, and dying brothers, and charge towards the enemy through the filled moat, even though we know that there are people below who are still alive and still reaching out to call for help, as the main attacker, we can only use our own Step up with your feet and put your weight on it.
When his brother, who had just been chatting and laughing with him while taking turns smoking a cigarette, died in front of him in three steps, he had to retreat.
After all, war is about victory or defeat.
Some surviving veterans said that they thought about who saved me back then, but he died in battle.
In fact, from a certain perspective, even the man who died while saving others was lucky, at least there were still people who remembered him.
The most unfortunate thing is that the rescuer saved others, but then the rescued person died on the battlefield trying to save the country and resist the invasion.
Everything is like smoke, and there are more details in the long river of history than the waves in the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers. Only the descendants of later generations use their own happiness, time and peace to squander, which demonstrates the value of the ancestors.
The sound of footsteps sounded, and the two groups merged into one group, and then they rushed out of the bungalow and ran toward the southeast.
Although it is said that Shang Zhen's group and the group they rescued were soldiers who did not lay down their weapons and dared to resist the invaders, in fact, they cannot be called broken soldiers, but they are also called scattered soldiers. They were originally a gathering of people from different organizations. Come together.
Someone said in the footsteps: "I am the battalion commander of the third battalion of the second military police regiment, and my surname is Wen." That was an officer of the military police group.
"My surname is Lu, I am the commander of the first company of the ** Division of the Central Army, and battalion commander Wen. Then we will obey your command." Someone in the rescued group said.
"Okay." Battalion Commander Wen responded and said nothing else.
It is really because they are very urgent to break out of the encirclement now. First of all, they have to get out of Nanjing City. Secondly, even if they get out of Nanjing City, they must break out before Nanjing City is surrounded by the Japanese army!
Otherwise, what awaits them is still death in battle.
Battalion Commander Wen actually had something else to say. For example, how injured was the Northeast Army veteran (Shang Zhen) who dared to take risks and was almost killed by friendly forces? For example, how could that veteran have such calculations, courage, and marksmanship?
It's just that it's not the time to say these things now. Time is life. The moment they decide to break out, it really becomes the truest truth in the world!
"Boss, are you okay with your injury?" Bai Zhan in the team was quietly asking about Shang Zhen's injury.
"It's okay, I just got scratched on the shoulder by the falling stone debris." Shang Zhen replied.
"Oh." Bai Zhan felt relieved and stopped talking.
We are marching now, how can there be so much nonsense?
But this time Bai Zhan was not the guide, but followed Shang Zhen.
oops! This "bodyguard" of mine was chosen very wisely!
He has enough brains and skills, but he's not afraid of death!
However, you must not die, I am counting on you to take me out of Nanjing!
Me too, for a person like me who is so skilled that he doesn’t have to worry about food anywhere, why should I go to Nanjing to do this?
The above are Bai Zhan's Xiao Jiujiu, and they can also be said to be his true thoughts.
But at this time, Shang Zhen had no intention to care about what Bai Zhan was thinking.
His injuries were indeed not serious, or very light.
He was indeed not injured by a bullet, but by the brick fragments caused by the bullet hitting the wall and hitting his shoulder.
This situation is like when a person is doing something and is suddenly pricked with a needle by someone else. This kind of pain is by no means a serious injury, but it can definitely make people give up what they are doing.
What Shang Zhen was thinking about now was that he didn't know where his gang had gone.
This group of people in the Military Police Regiment is good, they can fight hard and are not afraid of death, especially Battalion Commander Wen.
But after all, the cooperation between myself and these people to kill enemies is not very good, and the tacit understanding is not good enough. If my gang is here, at least I don't have to put myself in danger.
There was a "boom" sound, and the Japanese army fired flares not far away.
It's just that the Chinese officers and soldiers who were eager to break out of the encirclement at this time, although their hearts were very much in response to the illumination of the Japanese army, they were by no means slow in their steps. They had to hurry up.
Under the illumination of the movement of the flare, they, a three-party group of skirmishers, ran forward in the long alley. As the flare moved, their shadows also rotated. With.
At this time, there was no hustle and bustle in the city of Nanjing during the day, but there were still constant sounds of gunshots and explosions, and the choking smell of gunpowder smoke entered the mouth and nose.
For the city of Nanjing, this is a sleepless night. Night has become the last protective umbrella for the Chinese military and civilians. If it comes to dawn, things will change!
The red flag with blue sky and white sun on the top of the city is destined to be trampled under the feet of the invaders, while what is raised is the dog-skin plaster flag.
As for what would happen after the Japanese army occupied Nanjing, the team running at this time was not prophetic, so how could they know it? The only thing they can say now is that we tried our best.
Now, they are very close to the gate or city wall of Nanjing City.
In order to escape, during the previous trip to the bungalow, Battalion Commander Wen of the Military Police Regiment even asked the soldiers to collect ropes.
Who would usually pull a long rope and climb down from a height of thirty or forty meters? To be honest, the physical fitness of the three people they have gathered together is pretty good.
In order to defend Nanjing City, the garrison commander responsible for the defense even ordered the arrest of 30,000 strong men.
The so-called "strong men" is just a title. Thirty thousand "strong men" are true. Whether they are strong or not is another matter. If there is a chance for those 30,000 "strong men" to pull a rope from a few Climbing down from a height of ten meters, I'm afraid many people will fall off halfway.
Just because they don't have that kind of arm strength, and this is China today.
"Boom", another flare rose, but this time the flare flew to the top of the fleeing people.
At this time, Shang Zhen, who was running in the team, took advantage of the light and looked back. He saw Bai Zhan following him closely, and Yu Zuolong followed Bai Zhan.
"You two, stay close and run as fast as you can. I feel like I'm going to have to fight hard this time." Shang Zhen said in a low voice.
