Compared with the 300,000 victims in Nanjing, Yan Xinyi was lucky, as a soldier of the teaching corps, he successfully survived from the butcher's knife of the Japanese army and escaped from the city of Nanjing.
The Teaching Corps is an instruction unit subordinate to the Central Military Academy, which is the elite of the Nationalist Army, well-equipped, and highly qualified in the military quality; in the Defense of Nanjing, the Teaching Corps was mainly responsible for the Purple Mountain area, and in the battle, the Teaching Corps was firm in will, and repeatedly repelled the Japanese attack, but its own casualties were also very huge.
Yan Xinyi was a member of the teaching corps, he fought bravely, killed many enemies, and was praised by the battalion commander Guo Qi. Due to the untimely delivery of the evacuation order at that time, the defenders fell into chaos, and they were also wrapped up in the heart and became a member of the fleeing crowd.
On the 13th, many people crowded under the Rujiang Gate, and Yan Xinyi and his comrades-in-arms were also separated, so it was not easy for him to go out of the city gate and reach the Xiaguan Ferry, and the only way to survive at that time may be to cross the Yangtze River.
Boats were needed to cross the river, and there were no boats at that time, and at the same time, everything that could float on the water became extremely scarce. If he could find something like a wooden plank and borrow a little power on the water, he could swim to the other side with excellent physical fitness.
Unfortunately, there was nothing available at all, and just when it was easy to hesitate, someone shouted loudly: "The devil is coming, the devil is coming!" ”
Planes strafed overhead, a small number of Japanese troops had reached Shimonoseki, and the crowd panicked, some jumping into the river, some hiding in the reeds, and many more running blindly.
The crowd fell in pieces, it was easy to see that the situation was not good, and he also ran with his life, after running, he suddenly felt bad, how soft under his feet, he couldn't run fast at all, looking down, there were corpses and injured people struggling to survive below.
"Save me, don't step on me!"
The cries for help came and went, and his heart was easy to say, but he did not dare to stop, because once he stopped, only death awaited him. In the panic, Yan Xinyi suddenly heard a loud voice: "LiZheng -"
As a soldier, Yan Xinyi instinctively stopped, put his feet together, made a straight posture, and turned his head to see a Japanese officer wielding a saber, standing on a high place, shouting a password with his Chinese.
Many soldiers are like Yi Xinyi, stopping in place, due to strict training, once the password is sounded, the soldiers will subconsciously make corresponding actions.
An unbelievable scene appeared, and the Japanese army stopped the fleeing Chinese soldiers with only a few passwords. In fact, this is not so simple, survival is human instinct, if you can live, who will be willing to die? At the same time that the Japanese army shouted the order, the soldiers and civilians who did not stop were all shot and killed, and when the officers and soldiers wanted to come, perhaps they could stop and let them live. Roughly a platoon of Japanese soldiers pointed their guns at them, and the Japanese officer continued to shout, "Li Zheng—"
Two or three thousand people stood stunned in the same place, and soon the second password of the Japanese army shouted out: "Turn back!" ”
Yan Xinyi panicked in his heart, but he could only follow the crowd and turn back, and at this moment, presumably the minds of these officers and soldiers were also blank.
"Let's go!" The Japanese officer issued another exit order.
The direction the Japanese army wanted them to travel was the Yangtze River, like the walking dead, and everyone jumped into the river one by one, the river was cold and bone-chilling, some people struggled to swim to the opposite side, and some people swam back to survive.
However, the result that awaited them was about the same, with strings of bullets shooting into the crowd, and in an instant, the color of the river turned bright red.
On December 13, 1937, the waters of the Xiaguan section of Nanjing became blood-red and could not fade for a long time. It is easy to see the Japanese army shooting, the brain is running fast, it is true that jumping into the river is nine deaths, if you want to survive, there is only one way, lie on the ground and pretend to die.
Just as he was about to lie down, he was hit by a bullet in the back of his head, and Yan Xinyi's last memory here was probably: This time it was over.
Like other corpses, Yan Xinyi fell to the ground and lost consciousness. However, soon he woke up and the blood flowed into his mouth, and he realized that his head had been hit by a bullet, not a direct hit, so he was not dead.
Then he looked around, some of them were motionless, and some of them were still trembling or calling for help.
"Shoot them all!" An inadvertently fluent Chinese phrase came into his ears, and he knew very well that the Japanese army would continue to kill.
Therefore, Yan Xinyi lay motionless on the ground, hoping to get a life.
The shouting and scolding of the Japanese army, the sound of leather boots hitting the ground from far and near, there is a Japanese soldier who is a few meters away from the heart, and it is easy to guess that the Japanese army at this time is checking the live mouth, and once it is found that someone is still alive, it will make up a bayonet or a shot.
The voice of the leather boots stopped beside Yan Xinyi, his heart mentioned the throat eye, and what was certain was that the ghost next to him was examining his "corpse", and if he made a slight movement, it would undoubtedly die.
Suddenly, Yan Xinyi's waist was kicked hard, and in order to survive, he could only turn over, and then two heavy objects pressed on him, of course, two real corpses. Although his heart was easily crushed to the point of suffocation, he felt a sense of security, and only when he was buried deeper, the chance of survival was greater.
The Japanese soldiers stabbed a few knives in the pile of corpses at random, cursed and grinned, and then Yan Xinyi fell into a coma again until he heard a talking voice.
"Amitabha, sin and sin."
Yan Xinyi opened his eyes and saw an old man.
"You're not dead yet?"
The old man saw that it was easy to speak.
"Old man, are all the devils gone?"
"Gone, gone, where did you hurt?"
"It's like the back of the head." The words and hearts have no strength at all.
Yan Xinyi asked:
"Old man, there are dead people here, what are you doing here, aren't you afraid?"
The old man sighed:
"I'm old and there's nothing to be afraid of. I think about the death of so many people, there is always a live bar, do not want to look for half a day, just find you one. ”
The old man helped Yan Xinyi to stand up, Yan Xinyi did not have the happiness of the rest of his life, but he vomited himself, it turned out that he saw that there were countless corpses around him, and most of them were incomplete, some brain shells were broken, the brain plasma flowed a large piece, some corpses were still bleeding, and what was more, the head and body were only connected to a layer of skin.
"Let's go, it's not safe here, the devils are killing people everywhere."
The old man pulled the heart to go easily.
The scene in front of him could not help but cry, not long ago, they were comrades in arms fighting together, but now, they have become cold corpses.
The old man hurriedly covered Yan Xinyi's mouth, which was not only not very safe, but then the old man and Yan Xinyi fled the city of Nanjing, at this time, it was already the morning of December 14, 1937. (Text/Nine Fish Pavilion)