ps: Here comes the passion, please give me a monthly ticket. Everyone hopes that Matsui Ishigen will die like this. Or now take down one or two parts of him, and finally execute him in the trial seat.

It's dawn.￡∝

After a busy night, everyone was exhausted and finally repaired the 152mm British cannon.

(Xiao Feng checked some information about the 15-centimeter cannon made in the UK. The model was not found, but some information found that among the fortress cannons in Jiangning Fortress, there were British cannons, so I used it in this book. Please forgive me if there are any mistakes and omissions!)

Snowflakes suddenly floated in the gloomy sky. It seems that it was brewing for one night yesterday, but the snow finally fell.

"The boss is back."

"This snow is really troublesome." Cheng Gang said with some concern.

"Don't worry, I'll go in and talk about it soon. Let's arrange today's mission and will take action later." Leng Feng gently patted Cheng Gang's shoulder and said.

In the combat command room, everyone except those who stayed in the fort were all here.

"Dushan!"

"arrive!"

"Today's investigation mission is extraordinary. You must look at it carefully. The Japanese are going to arrange the airport in the Forbidden City. Come back and draw a simple picture for me!" Leng Feng ordered.

"Yes, Chief Leng!" Du Shan nodded solemnly. He knew that today's task was extraordinary and there must be no mistakes, otherwise everything would be lost.

"Staff General!"

"Your mission is to monitor all telegrams from the Japanese army, pay attention to whether the Japanese army has abnormal movements, and maintain close contact with Wuhan!"

Wu Xiaoyun nodded.

"Cheng Gang!"

"The safety of the Eagle Nest is left to you. Be sure to ensure the safety of everyone. Be arbitrary on the spot!" Leng Feng said.

"clear!"

"Zhou Xue. What's your calculation?" Leng Feng asked.

"It's already handed over to Wu Xiaoyun, just ask her for it." Zhou Xue replied angrily.

"I would like to ask for your help in the modification." Leng Feng nodded.

"I understand." Zhou Xue curled her lips and agreed.

"Do you understand what other people do when they stay in the eagle's nest and are strictly prohibited from going out?" Leng Feng looked around everyone and ordered.

"yes!"

"Staff General Wu, can you make a simple receiver? If you send an electric wave here, I can receive it?" Leng Feng asked.

Wu Xiaoyun thought for a moment and nodded. The components of the radio were easily damaged. Cold front made people pay attention to collecting some radios, and some electronic components could be removed from it to replace them. It is not difficult to use these components to make a receiving device.

Although Leng Feng has already escaped this low-level communication method after a thousand years, this is high-tech in this era.

Although he can do it, it may take a lot longer than those of Wu Xiaoyun and others who are proficient in the technology of this era.

Leng Feng needs to grasp the exact time of the attack. He cannot be sure of his attack at the Qingliangshan Fort, and someone must give him instructions.

The person who gave this instruction was Wu Xiaoyun.

The capital hotel in the north of the city.

"Oh, it's snowing, beautiful snow, today is a regrettable day." Matsui Ishione tried hard to suppress his inner excitement and attended the press conference.

"May I ask General Matsui, will the Japanese army have any military operations next?" asked a foreign reporter with blue eyes and a high nose bridge.

Matsui Ishigen tightened his collar. He was still a little uncomfortable with the weather in Nanjing in winter and it was too cold.

"What will happen to the future military operations depends entirely on the attitude of Chiang Kai-shek and the National Government!" Speaking of this, he looked heartbroken, "I regret the sufferings suffered by the people of Nanjing, but my army will continue to advance and know that China will repent!"

The reporters' expressions were wonderful. They all looked at this shameless and unconventional Japanese commander with contempt.

"Hisser Matsui, do you have no idea about your subordinates slaughtering civilians in Nanjing?"

"Massacre civilians, no, the Imperial Japanese Imperial Army is one of the most disciplined troops in the world. As for the civilians you mentioned, they are just the Chinese army that attempts to resist. I don't think any country will let the rebels go, let alone, they are the biggest threat to the people!" Matsui Ishione said no-mouthed.

"But as we understand, these soldiers have put down their guns and surrendered to your army?"

"Is that right? This reporter friend said I need to know about it, but as far as I know, the Imperial Army of the Great Japanese Empire treats prisoners friendly. Later, we will arrange for our journalists to visit the prisoner camp, and you will understand that all this is just a rumor spread from China!" Matsui Ishione insisted.

"Then your army rushed into the Nanjing International Security Zone, searched and arrested young men and young women. Could it be that they are also so-called soldiers?"

"This..." Matsui Ishigen's face suddenly turned dark. There was obviously no way to answer this question. If it were a young man, it could be said to be a soldier mixed with civilians, but how could he not know what the young woman is for?

The Japanese army had a tradition of setting up comfort women with the army, which was obviously not acceptable to the morals of the world today.

But the soldiers fought far away in foreign lands. After high-intensity combat and mental fatigue, they needed comfort. Women were undoubtedly the best placebo.

Domestic comfort women obviously cannot keep up with the needs of the frontline, so recruiting comfort women on the spot is also a tradition of the Japanese army.

Moreover, in the eyes of the Japanese, it is their honor for Chinese women to become comfort women of the Imperial Army.

"God General, I heard that these young Chinese women were arrested and used as comfort women. Is this true?" the reporter continued to ask relentlessly.

Matsui Ishigen showed a hint of displeasure. Two Japanese military police who maintained order had already rushed over and dragged the reporter out of the crowd!

This angered the reporters present. The reporter just asked a question that embarrassed the other party. These Japanese soldiers treated them so roughly. This was completely barbaric.

"Your Excellency General. Is this what your army calls strict discipline?"

Matsui Ishione gave up his expression. He paused for a while and said, "This season is the time to reflect on oneself. I really feel sympathy for one million innocent people. Thank you!"

After saying that, Matsui Ishione left surrounded by guards, and then Akira Muto announced the end of the symposium for the reporter.

But the protests of the reporters did not stop. They had been staying in front of the Capital Hotel for a long time. They waited for the reporter who was taken away to appear safely before leaving.

"Friends, the Japanese army probably doesn't want us to stay in Nanjing anymore. They have plans to tell us to expel us!"

"What?"

When the reporters heard the news, they were all in a mess.

"I just heard them say that it is okay to go out in Nanjing City, but it is difficult to come in again. Moreover, I was searched for all the film. They would not let us take these photos and materials out!"

"Damn Japanese monkeys, they are trying to cover up the numerous crimes they have committed!"

"Have you heard that? A Japanese colonel was captured by the Chinese team. The Japanese were looking for him everywhere. There was no news yet. They are now hiding in Nanjing..."

"Is this true?"

"Of course it's true. I heard from a friend of the Safety Zone Committee that they can contact this group of people, and maybe there is a way to help us send these photos and materials?"

"It's great. Let's go and take me to see your friend. No matter what, I'll give it a try now!" said a Norwegian reporter excitedly.

"They won't trust us easily, so..."

It is not enough to collect evidence of the Nanjing Massacre alone. The Japanese dare not kill easily on the foreign missionaries and journalists living in Nanjing, so they have a lot of detailed records and photos on their hands.

These things were originally searched or damaged by the Japanese army. All Leng Feng had to do was to collect and protect them through one or two trusted foreigners and pass them safely.

Of course, he will copy one and use it as a backup.

The snowflakes stopped, but the sky was still gloomy and misty, which made people feel a breathless citrus.

Everything is ready for the Qingliangshan Fort. Xie Zaoshi is the main gunner, and Tieshan is the deputy gunner. One of the two is a professional elite and the other is a wild master. When combined, it is a completely fantasy combination.

Niu Miao, Shi Dali and other strong people acted as ammunition players. These fifty kilograms of shells require at least two people to load them.

Zhou Xuequan did his best. Under her guidance, Lao Ning modified two shells, hollowed out the bullets, and filled the printed leaflets.

Signal reception test is completed!

The airport sketch of Dushan is also in place.

First, I waited for Matsui Ishione to hold this "Loyal Spirit Festival" for the Japanese soldiers at the Ming Palace Airport. It was actually a soul-summoning ceremony.

During the Battle of Shanghai and Nanjing, the Japanese army suffered a total of more than 25,000 deaths, of which the Japanese army died indirectly or directly at Leng Feng and the hands of them reached 3,000!

More than a quarter of the total casualties!

This is definitely a pretty shocking number.

Because it was in the hands of Leng Feng, few Japanese troops survived. On the battlefield, casualties only accounted for part of the casualties, and more injured were than those who died, at least they were still alive.

It's about 1:00 noon.

In the hazy sky, there were breezes and the cold was biting.

The sacrificial ground located at the Ming Forbidden City Airport was cleaned up by the Japanese army and made a simple arrangement. A carbon deposit covered with white cloth was set up on the east side of the airport, and the so-called tributes such as divine wine and fruits were placed on the altar.

A square wooden stick several meters high stood erect behind the altar, with a long white soul-summoning banner hanging on it, which read "The Spiritual Position of the Deadly Soldiers of the Central Frontier Army and Navy Army."

The poplars and sycamore trees around were hung with long white cloth, shaking gently in the cold wind.

The ground was rising, as if the dead heroes of hundreds of thousands of Nanjing soldiers and civilians had returned. They were unwilling to be in their homes. These damn invaders even regarded the murderer as heroes to worship.

The car Matsui Ishione was riding in came and parked on the east side of the square.

"You are here!"

Matsui Ishione was wearing the uniform of a general, with a cold and solemn face, as if there was a hint of sadness. The many generals who rushed forward to greet him nodded slightly.

With the long monotonous sound of horns, Matsui Ishione and Hasegawa Kiyoshi respectively representing the army and the navy, sitting next to the altar. Behind them were Hatohiko Asakamiya, Hirahiko Yanagawa, and Major General Kondo Eijiro of the Navy.
To be continued...