Thumbp said: "I will inform you of three things. First, our most urgent task at the moment is to find as many of our brothers as possible. In this retreat, we only evacuated 50,000 or 60,000 people. In addition to the casualties, there are at least tens of thousands of brothers stranded in Nanjing. Find them and strengthen our team. With dozens of us, we can't do anything big in Nanjing. The second thing is that according to the information sent from the paperclip, a senior Japanese military official will enter the city on the 17th, that is, the day after day... No, the day after day. The paperclip instructs us to use the existing conditions as much as possible to give the enemy the necessary blow, suppress their arrogant arrogance, and never make the Japanese feel too comfortable. Do whatever we want in our country! Who else can we lurking party and country elites do not take this lead?"

Ling Songyang's voice: "Sir, what should we do?"

Tip pin said: "According to the intelligence, this Japanese general is very likely to be Matsui, the commander of the Central China Expeditionary Army. He will enter the city from Zhonghua Gate as much as possible. I ask you to sneak over with weapons a day in advance and show your magical powers... Of course, during this period, the Japanese will definitely conduct a thorough sweep at the Zhonghua Gate. The difficulties can be imagined. You must do everything possible!"

Captain Huang said: "Will the Japanese keep us Chinese people at the scene?"

Thumbpin replied slowly: "On that day, the Japanese will hold a city entry ceremony that day. There should be many journalists from various countries accompanying them, especially press conferences from the West, Britain, the United States, and Germany, taking photos and interviews on the spot. With such a large formation, the Japanese will not arrange for Chinese people to participate."

Thumbp later added: "Since the Japanese occupied Nanjing, they have been looking for pro-Japanese forces. There are reports that the Japanese have established the fake Xiaguan and Gulou District Office, and the Qinhuai District Office is also preparing. They are also actively cultivating pro-Japanese people. On the 17th, many pro-Japanese people will definitely appear at the welcome ceremony."

Cao Hu murmured, "Are they still considered bloody Chinese?"

Captain Huang interrupted him and said, "We don't care about them, this is also forced by the situation. We cannot have too many requirements for the unarmed ordinary people. After all, they still have to live in Nanjing!"

Thumbp pin said: "There is one more thing in the end. You should copy as much as possible the content of the note I gave you, and post it to me all the places with high traffic that can be posted in Nanjing City!"

Captain Huang asked with a little confusion at this time: "What is the purpose of posting such a notice? Also, who is Guohua..."

The pushpin stopped him impatiently: "Captain Huang, don't ask if you shouldn't!"

After thinking about it, he felt that his tone was a little heavier, especially in front of his subordinates, he quickly eased his tone and explained: "This is a task that the paper clip repeatedly explains, and I don't know the specific intention!"

The pushpin finally added, it’s getting late, everyone goes back separately to prepare. Brothers, take care of yourself, I will notify you in the old way if you have any problems!

Lin Yutao knew that they were about to disperse, so he hurriedly crossed the brick wall and ran out of the alley.

He was invisible in an alley at the entrance of the alley.

Someone came out of the alley one after another.

The first group were Captain Huang and his five men who dug guns. They followed the original path back to the road around the corner and disappeared into the vast night in an instant.

The second group of three people came out, and at the corner of the road, they headed in the opposite direction.

The last thing that came out should be a pushpin. From the subtle sound it made, it can be judged that he first closed the door and locked it... But he did not leave the alley, but went deep into the alley.

Lin Yutao originally wanted to track the thumbtip and thought he had the most value in tracking, but this person was very alert and lost his trace without going far away.

Lin Yutao had no choice but to go home.

The bridge hole he had slept for one night.

His "home" has no doors, windows, beds, pots, bowls, and stools. Some are biting cold wind.

Along the way, Lin Yutao was thinking about one question at the first time, that is the last task they mentioned.

Their group of people were instructed by a person with a code-name paperclip to post a notice in a densely populated area in Nanjing.

Will the content of that notice be consistent with the note Hao Gang held in his hand before his death?

It should be that the last signature in Hao Gang's note was "Guohua", and Captain Huang emphasized the name "Guohua".

How can such a coincidence happen in the world?

So, Hao Gang also secretly joined the Blue Clothes Club during his lifetime?

In this way, the missing person notice on the notice board of the west gate of the security area is the masterpiece of their Blue Clothing Society?

Lin Yutao walked on the riverbed while thinking.

Back at the bridge cave, Lin Yutao was still sleepy. He sorted out the words he heard in front of the window of the old bungalow. His thoughts remained at their second task, which was that a senior Japanese military official would enter the city from the Zhonghua Gate the day after tomorrow, and they would also hold an entry ceremony.

When Lin Yutao's heart was inexplicably painful when he thought of a foreigner who actually held such a ceremony in the city where he grew up, he had a victorious attitude.

"These Japanese devils really don't treat themselves as outsiders!"

Lin Yutao thought angrily, he was determined to do something on that day.

It would be great if the Mauser 98K sniper rifle was there.

Lin Yutao thought of Zhao Kuohai and the others again, and became even more sleepy.

When it was almost dawn, Lin Yutao fell asleep in a daze.

I didn't wake up until four hours later.

He didn't wake up by himself, he was awakened.

First, a series of uniform queues of running sounds came from far to near, from the east... When the queue passed through the bridge, the footsteps made Lin Yutao's ears hurt.

It took more than thirty seconds to pass through the Hanzhong Gate Bridge.

The officer leading the team shouted the command, and it sounded like Japanese.

Lin Yutao judged that this queue was full of Japanese soldiers, and the number was no less than 200.

Next, from the sound, we can tell that several Japanese soldiers were out of the queue and stationed at both ends of the bridge.

The queue continued to go from the bridge to the southwest outside Hanzhong Gate.

Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen sideboard motorcycles whizzed past the bridge at more than 20 meters.

This day was December 15, 1937.

Japan occupied Nanjing on the third day.

It's over ten o'clock in the morning.

Lin Yutao guessed that the Japanese must have taken some major actions.

Lin Yutao was curled up on the beam of the bridge hole, holding a pistol in his hand, and the bullet was loaded.

He could not see everything that happened outside, and all the basis for judgment was entirely based on the information collected by his ears.

Just as I was wondering, a few minutes later, footsteps and noisy noises came from the same direction, as well as the beatings and scoldings of Japanese soldiers.

However, the footsteps were much larger this time.

The footsteps were deafening when the team passed through the Hanzhong Gate Bridge.

The Hanzhong Gate Bridge, which is more than 30 meters long, took more than five minutes.

Damn, this is a team of thousands of people!

From the scattered footsteps, it was not the Japanese army, but the Chinese prisoners of war.

Lin Yutao wanted to see what happened. He held the beam of the bridge with his hands, his body drooped to the maximum extent, and his head looked over the bridge column. He saw a long line of backs that were far away without an end.

It was indeed Chinese prisoners of war. From their clothes, they were military and police in Nanjing.

Their hands were tied up with ropes, and everyone was connected together by several ropes. The Japanese soldiers escorted behind them, cursing and holding up their butts from time to time, beating restless prisoners of war.

Where did the Japanese escort them?

Are you locked up in a concentration camp? But this direction outside Hanzhong Gate is full of wilderness and ponds, and there is no place to imprison so many people at once!

Could it be... Could it be...

Lin Yutao immediately denied his thoughts. No matter how bad the Japanese are, they cannot execute so many people at once! Moreover, according to the Second Geneva Convention on the Treatment of Prisoners of War on July 27, 1929, prisoners of war cannot be shot and killed.

Just as Lin Yutao was thinking, the dense and crazy machine gun sound suddenly came from the direction of the queue disappearing!

Inferred from the density level, at least twenty machine guns participated in the strafing!

As the machine gun fired, vaguely heard howlings and curses, as well as various shouts...

Lin Yutao suddenly woke up and finally understood everything.

This process lasted for seven or eight minutes until the sound of machine guns became increasingly sparse.

Lin Yutao, who had long been accustomed to machine gun sounds, had trembled all over whenever he heard the machine gun sounds.

During the torture that lasted more than ten minutes, he gritted his teeth and even felt extremely disgusted. He felt that he was too cowardly and did not even have the courage to burn his jade.

That day, Lin Yutao stayed under the bridge for a whole afternoon. Although the Japanese had already evacuated, he didn't want to go anywhere.

The demonic roar of machine guns kept echoing in his ears!

Yes, on this day, the Japanese, who were inferior to beasts, collectively carried more than 3,000 Chinese military and police who had put down their weapons to the outside of Hanzhong Gate and fired with machine guns. Many people were killed on the spot. The injured and undead were also burned as the bodies of the deceased!
Chapter completed!