Manual of Space-Time Interference

If there are other choices, Dialect will not choose this path. In front of him, there are prisoners held together by the devils, and he is standing on a temporary high platform.

Countless pairs of angry eyes came over. Beside him were Lao Pao and Hu Zi, who were wearing the uniforms of the national army, and their eyes showed hatred for the devil.

"I am a Chinese!"

"I'm considered a soldier!" Diao Yan said, looking at the people who were in a mess below, there was no fluctuation on his face.

"Today, as I stand here, I just want to ask, how many soldiers are there!" There was a trace of unbearableness in Fang Yan's eyes.

The devils promised to let go of the people, but refused to let go of any soldier. This was something that had not been agreed upon during the negotiation a few days ago. At the end, when Dialect put a finger in front of the devils, they were relieved.

Perhaps due to the influence of the little butterfly of dialect, the number of evacuees was much higher than in history, but it was only tens of thousands less. There were still 200,000 soldiers and civilians in Nanjing.

And the request given by the devil is to keep 50,000 soldiers captive, and the number of soldiers left in Nanjing City, dialect knows, it is estimated that it is about the same.

The crowd slowly calmed down and looked at him, but no one answered him, no one stood up.

Taking a deep breath, he said in dialect, "I don't know what you think of me. You and I are both Chinese soldiers."

"There are still more than 200,000 soldiers and civilians in Nanjing City. I have reached an agreement with Fusang and are willing to release the rest of the civilians. However, they need 50,000 soldiers to be captured!"

He didn't say that he had captured Matsui Ishigen and their Central China Expeditionary Army Headquarters. This was a special request made by the devils.

"Among you, there are commoners, students, children, and soldiers. I would like to ask, how many are Huaxia's soldiers, Huaxia!" The dialect repeated the word "Huaxia" heavily.

With his hands up, he stood up and asked calmly, "I'd like to die for the people, but I don't want to die without resting my eyes."

Dialect gave him a deep look, took out the pistol on his thigh, shot the devil next to him in the thigh, and said, "I swear by this, is that enough?"

The screaming devil was quickly dragged down, but no devil came up to arrest him.

The man nodded and shouted behind him, "The remaining brothers of the 156th regiment, let's go!"

After speaking, a person walked towards the open space beside him. The sparse people stood up and walked towards the open space beside him in the same way.

"Brothers of the 3rd Battalion, keep up!"

"Where is the 178th regiment, don't be a coward to Lao Tzu, I tell you, if you don't come out today, you will never raise your head in the next life, in the next life!"

……

One after another, the officers stood up, shouted at the brothers in their team, and walked to the open space next to them with smiles on their faces, not like facing death.

Fang Yan sighed, looked at the man who had already stood in the open space, took out a cigarette, handed it to Hu Zi next to him, and said, "Send it over, this is the only thing I can do!"

Gradually, the people on the field stopped moving, and Dialect knew that it was almost there, "Follow you, go to Xiaguan, and cross the river by boat."

Immediately, he turned his head and looked at the soldiers standing upright in rows and rows. He straightened up and shouted, "Stand at attention! Salute!"

"Stand at attention! Salute!"

The echo of the roar resounded throughout the venue, and everyone looked at the high platform and raised their military salute.

"Huaxia people will never give in!"

"Huaxia people will never give in!"...

The voice rose for a while, and the dialect turned his head and walked down slowly, with a feeling of twilight. He didn't want others to see the tears in his eyes. It wasn't that a man couldn't cry, but he didn't reach the sad part.

After walking off the high platform, Fang Yan and his brothers gathered together, preparing to go to the next prison camp...

The constant roar resounded through the sky, and there were Chinese soldiers standing up constantly. This was a sense of honor as a soldier, and it was also the iron bones of being a Chinese.

The sky slowly darkened, and the city of Nanjing gradually fell into silence. Dialect walked out of the last large prison camp. It was only 10 hours before his return.

And now, everyone's eyes are red, and everyone's eyes are full of unbearable and determined...

The evacuation of Shimonoseki was still being arranged in a tight and orderly manner, and the dialect also went to Shimonoseki. There were only 6 people in the team, including Matsui Ishine, as prisoners.

Because every time a brother came back from Shimonoseki to report a letter, the dialect side would release a devil officer, which could be regarded as an encouragement to the devil to continue working hard.

At first, the defending national army on the other side seemed very surprised, until Diaoyan sent a brother here to tell the national army officer the reason, and the brutal atrocities of the Japanese army, and slowly someone reacted and followed the devils on the other side to evacuate.

This is probably the only tacit understanding in this era. Between the devils and the national army, rafts and boats are constantly coming from the other side, waiting for the people to disembark, and then go back again...

The time on the watch gradually came to 9 o'clock in the evening, and the dialects and the others also came to the ferry port of Xiaguan. There were not too many people staying on the ferry port. 30,000 people are here.

Originally, the evacuation time was not so fast, but the efforts of the National Army to build rafts greatly relieved the pressure and the pressure on the dialect.

It seems that these people can be evacuated before they return.

Dialect thought, he was relieved to see another raft carrying the people slowly to the other side.

Xiao Shanling, we can't drink anymore, but I did it...

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Time moved forward slowly, and slowly came to 4:30. Another Japanese officer was pulled out of the team, and the only prisoners in the team were Matsui Ishine and Tsukata Go.

Dialect took the team to the ferry, and the devil stopped everyone. He walked to the place where the prisoners were held, looked at the remaining 1,000 people, and turned his head.

"Brothers, it's time to go..." Dialect took the team to the ferry and sighed, but no one moved.

"Let's go!" He roared with red eyes, pulled the silent Lin Dong over, and slapped him fiercely.

"You are the officer, take your brothers away!" Fang Yan scolded, tears fell, and put the gun to Lin Dong's forehead, "Take all your brothers out!"

There was a hint of choking in the words, and a hint of pleading...

Lin Dong nodded sullenly, looked at the dialect and the old cannon, Huzi, and scholar beside him, and said softly, "Go all the way!"

Dialect nodded and said to the three behind him, "Go and bring all the prisoners here!"

The three scholars walked forward, but Dialect punched them in the back of the head one by one, and shouted at the stunned Lin Dong, "Take it with you! One of me is enough!"

Lin Dong didn't say a word, just called his brother to carry the three of them over, walked up, gave Dialect a hug, then turned and left.

Any words seem pale at this moment, any actions are superfluous at this moment...

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Dialect put his left hand tightly around Matsui Ishigen's neck~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He lowered his head just to see the time on his watch. He was standing far away from the river, but very close, and the devil held him tightly. tightly packed together.

But no one made any movement, because the pistol was on the head of Matsui Ishigen, and the dialect was sweating coldly. Really not afraid of death.

"The moonlight shines on the earth, Shrimp boy, get off the bed obediently..."

"I heard that Grandma is going to plant the seedlings, Grandpa is watching Niu Qu and going up the hill..."

The soft singing sounded on the river surface, and then drifted farther and farther, until the sound could no longer be heard, and the dialect knew that Lin Dong and the others had reached a safe place.

He breathed a sigh of relief, but he did not relax his vigilance. The gunshot wound on his right arm kept reminding him that he could not relax his vigilance at any time...

"Mr. Dialect, please release the officers of our empire..." A devil translator looked at Dialect and kept talking...

The time of the electronic watch was walking little by little, but suddenly there was a sound of dripping, and the corner of the dialect's mouth evoked a smile,

"boom!"

A gunshot rang out by the river, and spread far, far away...

The timeline began to fork, and in 2017 on this timeline, a student opened his history book...

On December 13, 1937, Fusang occupied Nanjing, and on the 18th and 19th, nearly 170,000 people were evacuated from Xiaguan...

On the night of the 14th, the 66th Army official said that Lin Dong and two led the team to capture the Central China Expeditionary Army headquarters. In the early morning of the 19th, Lin Dong and the entire army retreated, and the dialect went missing after killing Matsui Ishigen...

Afterwards, in the posthumous dialect, the rank of general...