jdhmnovel Chapter 227: Jinling
Chapter 227: Jinling
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June 12, 13 a.m.
Air raid sirens rang out throughout Jinling.
All the pedestrians on the road stood respectfully, bowed their heads and mourned in silence.
All motor vehicles on roads in major urban areas also stopped and honked their horns in a moment of silence.
At this moment, the whole Jinling became somewhat sad.
The new network even posted an announcement a day in advance.
Starting at 10 o'clock, the power will be cut off for 12 minutes and 13 seconds to commemorate the victims of the Nanjing Massacre.
Originally, many people didn’t take it seriously, and many even thought that Pan Yinian was putting on a show.
You can wait until 12 minutes and 13 seconds are up.
The large LED screens on the upper right side of the signs of Xinsheng Network’s 12 directly-operated chains and 33 franchise stores lit up at the same time.
Accompanied by a monotonous and cold tapping sound.
On the pitch-black screen, shocking blood-red words appeared one after another.
1937 12 Month 13 Day.
The invading army occupied Nanjing.
Under the command of the Central China Expeditionary Force Commander Matsui Iwane and the Sixth Division Commander Tani Hisao, the Nanjing Massacre, which shocked China and the world, was committed.
More than 30 Chinese civilians and captured soldiers were mass-shot, burned, buried alive, or killed by other methods.
One-third of the houses in Jinling were burned down, almost all the shops were looted, and the property losses were incalculable. Jinling became a desolate and desolate city with corpses strewn all over the ground.
However, the real disaster has just begun...
boom……
Boom boom...
bang bang bang...
The gloomy Jinling was filled with smoke and the sound of gunfire could be heard everywhere.
Amid the desperate resistance of the defenders, a few black cars fled in panic; civilians in tattered and patched clothes ran around in a disorderly manner.
Someone, wearing brocade and holding red wine, sits on the balcony and enjoys himself.
Some people were killed by artillery shells and others were raped.
Someone was knocked over and crushed by a black car.
There were also people who, seeing their wives and children lying in a pool of blood, screamed and rushed towards the bound-foot basin, but all fell under the gun. There were even children and women who were held high in the air by the bound-foot basin with bayonets...
Until, except for Jinduan, all the defenders were dead, and there was no living person left on the street, a group of small foot basins with ears hanging from their bodies gathered at the church door with a grim smile...
I was stunned...
"I have a love affair..."
Inside the church,
Accompanied by the melodious sound of the pipa, beautiful women in dark cotton robes, either standing or sitting, sang Jiangnan tunes to the frightened female students hiding deep in the church.
The shaking images, sporadic gunfire outside, and devilish shouts fully demonstrate the sadness and helplessness of these women.
boom……
"what……"
boom!
"idiot……"
As the church door was knocked open, the Japanese soldiers rushed in and looked at the women in the church with shining eyes.
The priest who was standing in front was kicked to the ground.
"Baga, you actually dared to hide our spoils. Do you want to die?"
"Thirteen, at tomorrow's celebration party, you must have our thirteen most beautiful female students sing to liven up the atmosphere. Otherwise, you'll be dead, and all these women will be dead too..."
The scene changes.
As the priest pleaded and threatened, the female students grabbed a pair of scissors in fear and tears and were about to commit suicide.
The women who had just sung the little song stepped forward and stood between the female student and the priest. The woman in the lead even snatched the sharp knife from the female student and cut her long hair short.
Soon after, the other women who sang the ditty wanted to follow suit.
Cut long hair short and change into school uniform.
"Your clothes are still the best looking. Live well for us..."
Done.
The leading woman picked up Pipa and resolutely walked out of the cathedral with the other twelve women.
Can……
The scene changed, and all the female students were captured by the bound-foot basin and became tools for the bound-foot basin to vent his lust.
Some people, unable to bear the humiliation, bit their tongues and committed suicide.
Some people have no chance to resist.
Some people were even killed like this...
Even the captives of the defending army, whose limbs were broken, were grabbed by the head and their eyelids pulled open by the smirking little foot basin, forcing them to watch this scene...
Until the defenders hiding in the dark rushed out in shock and anger, and died one after another at the gunpoint.
Until, a defender who got close rushed into the crowd and detonated the last grenade...
boom……
Blood rained.
Do not look down.
"Jinling".
The big words written in blood are the final quota.
There were no extra words, no extra descriptions. The face with eyes wide open at the end and these two big words were enough to tell it all...
Everyone who watched this video held their breath.
Clench your fists and clench your teeth.
I wish I could rush into that dark age of gunfire and die together with the bound foot basin.
However, this is just their wishful thinking.
Some people were shocked;
Some people are moved;
Some people disagree.
Across from the Xinsheng Internet Cafe, Baligang, after finishing the short film, sneered and scoffed. He turned to Liu Yiyi and said, "Is this Pan Yinian's counterattack? He's using the short film to stir up hatred against the foot basin among the people of Jinling, and then boycott our Overlord Network's concert?"
"Oh, that's really a wild idea."
"What era is this now? How many people still remember what happened back then?"
"So what if someone remembers?"
“It’s just a short film.”
"No matter how well he shoots it, it's just a short film."
"If it were more than half a month ago, maybe he could attract the favor of some star directors. But now, he has offended most of the entertainment industry. No matter how good his film is, no one will pay attention to him, let alone no one is willing to pay attention to him."
"Besides, this is a business war. Do you really think a short video can change the outcome?"
Liu Yiyi, standing beside Baligaon, for the first time ever, disagreed with Baligaon's words. Instead, she frowned. "I have a feeling his counterattack won't be that simple. We can't take it lightly."
"Ah……"
Ba Ligang shook his head disapprovingly. "This time, my Ba Group, a certain company, and the big boss behind the entertainment industry have joined forces. Even if that little bastard has three heads and six arms, he won't be able to stand up to it. If you don't believe me, how about we make a bet?"
At this point, Baligang lifted Liu Yiyi's chin and said, "If I win, you can book a room, clean up, and wait for me. Otherwise, how about I buy the storefronts of 18 milk tea shops and give them to you?"
……
It's not just Baligon.
Even many students at Nanjing University are a little confused.
The dominant network has made its cards clear: it wants to bring down the emerging network.
Pan Yinian is actually in the mood to make a short film about the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression?
Is he losing his mind?
With this money, it would be better to organize some activities to attract more customers!
Several emotional franchisees and Pan Yinian’s classmates couldn’t help but come to ask questions.
Pan Yinian smiled and said, "Don't worry, there's more..."
"What else?"
Everyone was stunned.
And two days later, they were even more confused.
As they gnashed their teeth in hatred and tears welled up in their eyes, they began to wonder if Pan Yinian was going to back down...