Nanjing, Xiaguan Wharf.

A guo army general with a lieutenant general's ejaculation looked at the distant river surface with expressionless face. Three warships were quietly anchoring in the surging river water, just like three gray steel peaks that suddenly appeared. Compared with the largest in the middle, the number one main force of the Minhua Navy, the Taiping, who was responsible for guiding them next to them, was like a piece of floating garbage.

Looking at the red flag flying high above the giant ship and the golden Yang characters that could be seen clearly without a telescope, the Lieutenant General couldn't help but sigh.

Well, Chief Yang has arrived.

However, the Ming fleet did not fully enter the Yangtze River. It was not because the water depth was not enough. Even the Kewei could drive over the Nanjing section. It was because the bald man refused to let him go, so in the end, only Prince Eugen and two destroyers came over with the landing ship.

In order to ensure his safety, it is actually mainly to prevent this guy from showing his might in front of the people of Nanjing like in Peking. The bald man specially transferred a reorganizer and set up two long cordons between Xiaguan Wharf and Xiaoling Mausoleum. Everyone within 100 meters of the road was cleaned up, making it impossible for the people to see it clearly.

His show will make the bald man feel embarrassed.

As for official reception, it is even more impossible.

"May I have your name?"

Surrounded by the beautiful bodyguards of the brigade, Chief Yang walked up to the Lieutenant General and asked.

"In the Nanjing Security Commander, Zhang Lingfu, the commander of the 74th Division, was reorganized."

The lieutenant general said expressionlessly.

"I bet he won't live next year."

Head Yang, who was dissatisfied with his failure to salute himself, pretended to be a charlatan and said to Chen Jiageng beside him.

Zhang Lingfu's eyelids twitched, and finally he controlled the beating of his eyes.

"Go and get in the car!"

Head Yang turned his head boredly and said.

Following his raider car, he quickly stopped. A beautiful bodyguard opened the car door. As he walked in, the guy said to the servant next to him: "Go, bring Hikari Asakagumiya and tie it directly to me in the back of the car. Then find someone to follow him. If you walk slowly, you will whip it twice!"

The attendant quickly ran to the back and dragged Asakamiya Hikari from a prison car.

This guy was transferred from the Molotov submarine outside the estuary of the Yangtze River. He has been troubled a lot in the submarine these days, and he has no teeth in his mouth. It is said that he will prevent him from biting his tongue and committing suicide. Even his fingernails were pulled out. However, his body, especially his face, did not move much, and he deliberately put on the uniform of the army general again, and hung a saber with only scabbards and handles.

Hirahiko Asakamiya, who was revisiting the old place, looked around bitterly. Of course, he knew that it was here that the Japanese soldiers under his command fired crazy at innocent refugees with machine guns. At that time, thousands of civilian bodies were piled up at this pier.

In a trance, countless wronged souls seemed to be surrounding him, rushing to tear his body. He subconsciously took a step back, but he felt a huge force pulling him forward involuntarily. Only then did he realize that he was tied behind a red car by a rope.

"Ma, why don't you leave!"

A rough roar suddenly sounded beside him, followed by a crisp whip, a whip slapped hard on his back, and blood and fragments of his clothes were immediately thrown up.

Asakagumiya Hirohiko screamed, like a whipped livestock, and involuntarily stepped forward. The speed of the car was obviously a little fast, so he could only stagger behind, but even so, the hateful whip was still falling from time to time.

Head Yang, who was sitting in the car, looked at Hirohiko Asakamiya, who was tied behind his car like a dog, and then looked at the soldiers' walls in the distance, and snapped his fingers at the bodyguard in the front seat in a sinister manner. The latter immediately began to read Hirohiko Asakamiya's verdict to the microphone.

There is also a high-power amplifier on the roof of his car. Once the sound is released, it can be clearly heard within a few hundred meters around him.

The people of Nanjing who were huddling in front of the wall and staring into the wall with wide eyes, were stunned for a moment when they heard the sound. When they understood the content of the sound, they suddenly burst into tears.

At this time, Matsui Ishigen had not yet brought the target to shoot. The relatives of the victims in Nanjing were holding up a lot of hatred and had nowhere to vent. Now, when I heard that the real culprit of the Nanjing Tuk was arrested by Chief Yang, and they were about to be executed in Xiaoling, could they still be controlled?

The excited crowd immediately began to attack the soldiers' walls, and hundreds of thousands of people gathered on both sides. How could the few people under Zhang Lingfu stop them? You can't really shoot at the common people, right? Before he could react, the two walls were washed away in an instant.

Looking at the crowds rushing over like a flood, the Ming army soldiers were frightened. What should I do if there were a few assassins hidden inside? The guards' tanks and infantry fighting vehicles quickly stepped forward and sandwiched Yang Feng's plunderers in the middle.

These heavy steel beasts were of course more effective than the soldiers' human walls. The people of Nanjing who rushed towards Hikari Hirohiko Asakamiya were immediately blocked.

However, at this time, the distance that could be thrown into debris was narrowed. The angry people began to look for available things, stones, mud, and even people took off their shoes. They cried and scolded and smashed them at Hikari Asakamiya.

At this time, Hirohiko Asakamiya had been whipped to a dog by a whip. She just lowered her head and staggered to follow the car ahead. She had no time to dodge. She soon became unrecognizable. Then she fell to the ground with her legs soft, not knowing whether she was smashed or scared.

"Don't smash it with stones, how can I cut it in half if I hit it to death later!"

When Chief Yang saw that the situation was not good, if he continued like this, Xiaoling would be smashed into rotten meat if he couldn't walk. He quickly took the microphone and shouted.

The people around then remembered that there were big shows waiting behind. If there was a stone kill, they would not be able to appreciate the chopping. They quickly threw away the stones in their hands. Fortunately, there was no danger in taking the mud blocks, and then they were replaced with mud blocks.

Because he was too seriously injured, Asakagumiya Hirohiko could not leave. Of course, this problem was not difficult to solve. He called a Xie Mantou from behind and tied him directly to the cannon barrel. He stood there like a specimen from an exhibition, following the raiders and continued to let the common people smash the mud with mud.

Just moved forward slowly, only a dozen miles from Xiaguan Wharf to Xiaoling, Yang Feng's convoy actually walked for more than an hour. In the end, almost half of the people in Nanjing were pouring out, gathering in Xiaoling, waiting for Chief Yang to avenge them.

As for the bald guy...

Uh, what else can he do except scratch his head now?

(Thanks to book friends for the rage song, Ambu = Reira, Zhi Ge Dezhi, Dark Night Maple, Ghost Husband's reward)
Chapter completed!