【Xuanhuang Sancheng】Heshan Bowl

On November 300, [-], Shanghai fell, and the Japanese army divided into three groups and marched towards the capital Nanjing, which is only more than [-] kilometers away from Shanghai.

On November 22, Western expatriates established the Nanjing Safety Zone International Committee and set up a safety zone with the northwest of Nanjing City.

On December [-] of the same year, the Japanese side issued an attack order, and the troops approached the city, officially starting the defense of Nanjing.

The next day, Jiangyin Fortress fell, and the only water barrier that could defend Gyeonggi was broken.

On December [-], the Japanese launched a general offensive.

On December [-], Tang Zhisheng, the commander-in-chief of the Nanjing Garrison, issued an order to break out of the encirclement and retreat, and the Nanjing defense front collapsed.

On December [-], the city of Nanjing was destroyed, and the mayor Xiao Shan ordered himself to commit suicide in the line of duty.

**

In the embassy in China in the safety zone, Mo Shiqi sat on a large soft leather sofa, his back was straight and his back was not touching the backrest, his breath was restrained, like a beast ready to go, but in the eyes of others, he was just sitting upright, it was hard to fathom. The flaw in the look.

Spread out on the armrest of the sofa is a book with a yellow title page, like a bronzing book in a western fairy tale where a wizard recites spells, with some sentences scribbled and some graphics drawn.He didn't close his eyes for two nights, and his spirit was always tense.Ever since the Tang army ordered the withdrawal, the eyelids of Yong Ye's playwright kept twitching.

The Zhonghua Gate was temporarily held, and the city wall was still there, which may be considered good news, but then it was reported that Master Sun had abandoned his army and fled in the direction of Xiaguan. Soldiers in plain clothes, the city was in chaos, the withdrawal was blocked by the great river, most of the soldiers froze to death in winter, the hearts of the people were scattered, and the general situation was gone.

The news was reported upside down, and Guanghuamen, Hepingmen, and Yuhuatai fell one after another.

The air is filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood. When the playwright of Yong Ye closes his eyes, he can still remember that when he first arrived in Nanjing, it was just in spring, and the wind was blowing. Podocarpus pine, holly, and maple all showed the vitality of the city.It has a gray-blue sky and the silently flowing water of the Qinhuai River, and the drizzle wets the woman's cheongsam.He remembered children running across the street and the sun was shining.

But now there is nothing, everything is destroyed. The indiscriminate bombing of the air battle on September [-] has completely changed the city, its colors have faded, and all it can see is ruins.

He gradually understood what the teacher said when he was studying, if you admire the tragic beauty, it is because you have never seen the real tragedy, once you experience it, everything in the pen will be shrouded in darkness.

Now his task is far from beginning, the safety zone built is close to saturation, the builders are busy like headless chickens, and Yong Ye is ordered to rest on the sofa after signing the documents. Like a tide of uneasiness sweeping through his nerves.

Finding the traces of some people in the chaos, tyranny, and madness is like looking for a needle in a haystack. The last news he got was that the fifth batch of the Yu family's relocation was interrupted, and the people dispersed. The old housekeeper ran into the safe area and brought Yu The sad news that half of the family is gone.

However, the whereabouts of Junyu and his subordinates in Xiaoshan are unknown, but Mayor Xiao has shot himself. What is known is that they were going to cross the Yangtze River north, but they were caught by water and fought hand-to-hand with the Japanese army in Xiaguan. , Jinling was stained with blood... Whether they were in the team crossing the river, in the Xiaguan team, or in other places is not at all certain.

He clearly said that he would leave Nanjing in November, but in the end he lied to him.Mo Shishi's temples tingled and his vision was blurred. He couldn't help thinking of Mr. Wei, that man with a light smile and a calm abyss who lived in the fruit stand and raised his children like he was waiting to die.However, he was not in the safe zone, whether he left Nanjing or died under artillery fire, there is no news.

Yong Ye kept his composure, and the sound of gunfire outside the door continued. Suddenly, people from the embassy rushed over and said that those people had broken the contract and were already crazy. They were the descendants of the devil. The refugee shelter established by the seminary was looted.

Mo Shiqi took a deep breath, and the hand holding the pen trembled imperceptibly.

Are you still alive—

Very Jun is crowded among the refugees, and when he looks up, he can see that there are not a single bird in the gray sky.His ferry was sunk on the water, Xuanzun's order came too late, he had already missed the evacuation period in November, and hid in the church for half a month.The only thing that made him feel lucky was that Xi Yan'er was picked up by his friend Ting Santie a year ago, and she should be safe now, otherwise this tragic scene might cast a lifetime shadow on the child.

He walked on the bones, and the roadside was full of dead bodies, with blurred faces and broken bodies.Yuejiaozi led him and pushed away the crowded crowd without looking sideways.

Yuejiaozi once stood at the end of the street, and the grass in Nanjing was green.He said, such a beautiful scenery.

But this mountain and river finally lost such a good scenery.

Very Jun is alone, with no relatives, and the life and death of Feijia has nothing to do with him. Suddenly gunshots rang out in the distance, and the people screamed loudly. This wild mountain road was discovered, even though there were only a dozen people carrying bayonets and guns. soldiers, but these hundreds of hungry and terrified civilians couldn't bear any accidents, and couldn't bear the slightest bit of blood.

Very Jun prostrated himself on the ground, hiding in the grass with his head deeply buried in the soil.He heard vague roars, the muffled sound of a sharp knife piercing into the blood and then being pulled out, he heard wild laughter, a woman's weak cry, all kinds of voices mixed together, making him think he was in hell.

With the sound of footsteps approaching, Very Jun raised his head, Yuejiaozi suddenly grasped his hand, and his nails pinched his flesh so painfully.The green military uniform hurt his eyes, seven or eight Japanese drove them to one place, chattering a lot, his bones were cold, he could understand what it meant.

Soon the others also understood. The language was not clear, but the bloodthirsty enemy told them through their eyes that it was a game of killing and it was fun to take lives.

Very Jun vaguely understood that Xuanzun had no intention of letting him live at all, he could cultivate him, and he could abandon him at will. In Nanjing city, he was doing dark things while selling melons, and the soil of Yuhuatai was soaked with blood.In the end, he was still abandoned, who can care about his life and death, who can control whether he has a residual life, Xi Yan'er is far away in the sky, will he still remember the very king?

He has no relatives, and no blood will remember him after he dies.Mr. Fei is very sober at this moment, sober enough to realize that Jiaozi Yue is just his fantasy, he has no younger brother, and everything is just his fabrications, when he was young, Fei's main wife strangled him in disgust, hating him. When he cursed him, the more proud son came from death.

The bayonet was shining brightly, and he turned a deaf ear to the cannibalism, crying and wailing around him.

It seems that death is death, I am really unwilling...

Yue Jiaozi covered his eyes from behind, and whispered in his ear: "Brother, let me do it."

**

Jun Fengtian held Yu Xiaoyao's hand tightly, feeling that his palm was wet and cold, mixed with sweat and blood.

When the news of Mayor Xiao's death reached the team, the suburban troops they temporarily dispatched received the news of retreat at the same time. Unfortunately, it was too late, and they couldn't escape no matter what.

A recruit surnamed Yun, who is only 17 years old, usually laughs very mischievously, was pierced by a bullet in the throat, and finally wrote "care, family, brother, return" on Jun Fengtian's hand with blood on his face... His words were broken , full of lonely souls, where to find the way back.

Before the old man died, he tied seven or eight bombs to his body and died with the enemy. Among the splashed debris was the plum cake that he said he would bring to his children. That old woman is old.

Going home.....After the battle line was lost, the team dispersed. Yu Xiaoyao returned to Yu's house. There was no living person there. The cloth was stained with blood and turned crimson. On the ground, cold weapons stood in the past youth, and the air was filled with the smell of death.

The woman surnamed Hua who was wearing the scent of medicine ended her life with a rope in the backyard. It was better than dying naked and without dignity. Her body hanging from the beam was ignited by the fire, which looked like a banner from a distance.

Then they found Yu Xiao a hundred meters away from Yu's house.

Yu Xiaoyao almost collapsed, this girl didn't go away, she didn't go away... She must have gone back to look for Xiao Lijing, the child was unconscious in the basement, and the child who sweetly called him Sister Yu was the last Kiss Yuxiao, she can't give up on him.But she didn't suffer, the bomb exploded, and they could even imagine how the girl with the hairpin threw Li Jing down, and then told him to run away, leave me alone, run away.

Jun Fengtian took a deep breath, he sent the Yu family's guards, it was his fate whether he could guard them or not, but the deep self-blame was pressing on his chest, which was about to suffocate him.But in the end it was Yu Xiaoyao who wiped away the tears, hugged Yu Xiao to a relatively clean land, and put it down gently.

Time flies, this girl seems to be the little girl who was begging for candy in his arms, and he can hold her firmly with one hand. He promised to marry her, and took her to entrust her to her sweetheart, so that she would be happy for the rest of her life. These can no longer be realized, and Yuxiao's time will always be frozen in the 26th year of the Republic of China.

"There are still people on the way to the safe zone, go and help." Yu Xiaoyao glanced down, then turned around and plunged into the thick smoke of war.

**

chongqing.

Jun Xuanzun put down his pen, leaned back on the back of the chair, and looked sideways, the sun was setting outside the window, and the tired birds were returning to their nests.

The sealed document with "Top Secret·Shanghai" printed on the desk case glows warm yellow under the lamp.

He walked to the window, stared at an unknown place in the distance, and remained silent.

Very Jun, Mo Shiqi, Yu Xiaoyao, Jun Fengtian, are you still alive?

**

Yu Xiaoyao Jun Fengtian hid behind a ruin, and a girl's crying and messy footsteps could be heard from a distance. They saw a family being chased by the Japanese army through the scope. The mother fell to the ground suddenly, and the father copied Thinking of the child who was looking for his mother, he ran forward without looking back.

Jun Fengtian pulled the trigger just as the Japanese army was about to fire at the rear, the leader immediately cursed and shot in all directions.They hid behind the wall, and now they are only three blocks away from the embassy in the safe zone. All they saw along the way were deformed hands sticking out from under the building, and a boy who had been disembowelled facing the sky.Grief and hatred can no longer be felt, only numbness, the original pain is deep in the bones, so I can't feel anything.

Their faces are covered with dust and their hair is full of gravel. They should be people who are studying or working, walking side by side on the way home under the winter sun in Nanjing, instead of witnessing too much cruelty and experiencing too much. Farewell.

What they can do is really a drop in the bucket. They can't imagine what Nanjing will look like after today. All they can do is save lives. Although this life may disappear in a second, they still have to do their best. ah.

Yu Xiaoyao's suppressed cry of pain was especially evident in the sound of the rolling sand.

Jun Fengtian's shoulder was injured, and the blood stained the front of his clothes, so he could only hastily bandage it up. He didn't know the pain, but because of Yu Xiaoyao's voice, his heart twitched violently.

People are so contradictory. On the one hand, they are ready to sacrifice their lives for the country and fight to the death. On the other hand, they are selfish. They hope that the people around them will live. Let the blood be engraved on the end of the sky in Nanjing, and let history remember this crazy killing.

Yu Xiaoyao's leg was hit by a stray bullet, and his loss of mobility almost meant that the knife of death was close at hand. He glanced at Jun Fengtian and said in a hoarse voice, "You go first."

Jun Fengtian didn't answer, he didn't need to answer, when the Japanese troops dispersed, he leaned over carefully, put Yu Xiaoyao's arm on his shoulder, the instant weight made him almost faint, but he knew he couldn't fall down However, if he stops, Yu Xiaoyao will definitely have a difficult life.

They moved slowly against the wall, the blood from Yu Xiaoyao's leg dripped a red line, but the ground was bright red, how could it be seen that the dripping rain was extremely thick, and the fog surrounded the city, covering the road ahead. layer misty.In the end, they fell behind the collapsed wall. Fortunately, they did not meet other Japanese soldiers, but the gunshots from time to time were like crows crowing at night, urging them to die amidst their heavy breathing.

200 meters, just 200 meters away from the gate of the embassy, ​​but this 200 meters is like a moat, far out of reach.

Yu Xiaoyao turned his head sideways and pressed against the cold stone wall. He closed his eyes and then opened them slowly. He looked at the foggy road and said, "Jun Fengtian."

This is his rare name calling him, he pointed to that road, and said solemnly: "Jun Fengtian, you run this road with me on your back." Then he narrowed his eyes and showed a smile uglier than crying , but the emotion in his eyes was extremely sincere, he said every word: "You take me there, as long as you can go there, from now on, I will be yours!"

If there were other people present at the scene, I'm afraid they would shake their heads and let out a long sigh. In such a situation, let the injured person carry him on his back.

This is such an anachronistic request.

Jun Fengtian didn't hesitate, his legs seemed to be stepping on cotton every time he took a step, and there were countless injuries on his body.

200 meters ah 200 meters...

Jun Fengtian carried Yu Xiaoyao on his back, and launched the craziest sprint in his life.

The damp mist of Nanjing hit his face and slid down his neckline, making his heart ache. The air sucked into his throat was too sharp, and his throat hurt so badly. His eyes turned black, and everything around him melted into his breath. Xiaoyao wraps his arms around his neck, suddenly remembering what his father said.

"Xiaoyao, you have to pay attention, listen to kind words and have a kind heart, even if the future is difficult, never give up easily."

He has never wanted to give up for a moment, and he has always been known as a glib tongue. He is good at speaking. He also helps poor children widely.

Jun Fengtian staggered almost every time he stepped forward, but he approached the embassy step by step like this, and now he carries his life on his back, this is human life, it is Yu Xiaoyao's life... Jun Fengtian looked at At the fence gate of the embassy tens of meters away, he held his breath and moved forward again.

In Nanjing, how many lovers are there who put other people's lives in their hearts, they could have grown old forever, they could have supported each other in the long street covered with sunset, and walked through the tenderness of the years.

A gunshot sounded behind him, piercing the sky.

Half a second later, Yu Xiaoyao sighed as if his plan had succeeded.

But Jun Fengtian felt that at that moment, his whole world was silent.

**

Very Jun stood on the hillside covered in blood, looking at the city with his absent-minded eyes, it was all dim and gray, without any light or brightness.

His knees gave way and he fell to the ground, the wind couldn't blow the hair sticking to his face, and the fire clouds lit up in the sky, like the year when the fireworks exploded, they shouted their wishes for this land on the roof .It's cruel, it's terrible, this kind of scenery should be singing Qinhuai's song, and it shouldn't be devastated by the butcher's knife.

Mr. Fei suddenly thought of Feijia, those acquaintances, those people whom he only met once.

He wanted to learn to smoke.

Yuejiaozi stood beside him, hating, hating so much that his lips and teeth would bleed, but he patted his brother on the shoulder, unable to say a word.

***

Mo Shiqi couldn't close his eyes until the door was knocked open, he jumped up reflexively, and his intuition told him that something happened.

Jun Fengtian was about to faint when he entered the door, maybe when Yu Xiaoyao's hand dropped, he felt that life and death were not that important.How he entered the embassy, ​​how he fell to the ground with Yu Xiaoyao in his arms, he doesn't remember all of it.

He knew that Yu Xiaoyao who was lying on his body was going to be completely cold, only the blood was still warm, he tried his best to grab the hem of someone's clothes who surrounded him, his throat could not make a sound, he struggled to compare his mouth shape, save him, save him...

Foreign words were buzzing around him, and Jun Fengtian's consciousness drifted away. For the first time, he felt that this was a dream. When he woke up, there was Yu Xiaoyao who would follow behind him and ask him to buy buns and chicken legs .

The people from the embassy lifted Yu Xiaoyao up and yelled at Mo Shiqi in English, this man is going to die...

Mo Shiqi grabbed the man by the collar and shouted: ——Help me!Get Dr. Smith, get 'em over, quick—!

**

It was December [-], [-] in Nanjing, and even the fog was cold.

----to be continued----

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After writing two drafts and scrapping one, the emergence of this chapter was too difficult.It may be difficult to read, because Okawa left the computer many times when writing, and walked around, making it difficult to settle down.

Regarding the treatment of the characters in the article, the three angles are constantly switching, referring to each other.Combined with the notes in the previous chapter, Mo Shiqi is a narrator out of morality and a certain guarantee of personal safety.The very gentleman obeyed orders and failed to leave. At this moment, he is a precarious common people.Fengtian Xiaoyao is acting according to orders and morality, and it is a family and emotions torn apart by the flames of war.

When I asked why I wrote this, the answer was that I wanted to be simple and write this period of history.Don't talk too much about the emotions of the characters. It is illogical for them to survive. This is a novel that was born for the characters, and it is only after they live.And no matter how many environments and scenes are described, it is really difficult to write and unbearable.

There is no guarantee how many people will continue to read this article after this chapter, and the following is the part of the Shanghai Center.This kind of war will burn forever in [-].

Mikawa nodded.