I hand over the Wanjie trading system to the country

The soldiers who were blocked behind the security team hadn't realized what happened yet.

Those little days who have been chasing them have already entered the supermarket.

The people in the supermarket will not give them a chance to react.

"Shoot!" The old general in charge gave an order, and the sound of wooden warehouses rang out in unison.

The little days who had just walked into the supermarket fell to the ground, but in an instant, the bodies disappeared completely.

Those outside the door who didn't come in realized something was wrong, turned around and ran.

"They're going back to call someone!" The leading man said anxiously.

"It's okay, the more you come, the better!" Guan Yin said coldly.

"The first team is alert, and the second team is mobile." The old general ordered again, "The others act according to the original plan!"

"Yes!"

An Huai stepped forward to introduce the situation and the identities of everyone, and then notified the people from the medical center to come.

Chuno sat motionless in front of the host and continued to monitor the movement at the door.

The charge is still playing in a loop, no matter who it is to attract people.

When friends come, there is good wine, and when jackals come, there is a hunting log cabin!

"20...2023? Xinhua Kingdom? Drive away the invaders!"

"Okay, okay! So good! So good!!!" The man muttered to himself, and tears fell down as he spoke, "It's so good!"

"Let the doctor check and bandage everyone first, the food is already being prepared, everyone bandage the wound first!"

"Good! Thank you guys!"

“It should be us to say thank you, without you, we wouldn’t be where we are now.”

"Salute!" The old general ordered.

The soldiers and the staff of the Public Security Bureau stood upright and saluted them.

The others bowed solemnly to them.

No matter which faction they belong to, it is undeniable that the group of people in front of them are really risking their lives to protect this group of people.

As for which era it is now, everyone still doesn't know, but through their dress, the faction is also clear at a glance.

The staff of the medical center has been transferred a lot, and the manpower is very sufficient.

One doctor is in charge of one patient, and the injuries of the common people are not serious.

As for the wounds on those soldiers, even Guan Yin, who lived in the rain of guns, bullets, and rain all year round, couldn't bear to look at them.

All of them were skinny and skinny, with no good meat all over their bodies, and there were layers of new and old injuries.

There are also some people who didn't even take out the bullets in their bodies, but just wrapped them with the cloth torn from their clothes.

The new wound was still bleeding, and the old wound was infected and necrotic.

Two seriously injured ones needed surgery and were sent to the medical center.

The people who had treated the wounds changed into the new clothes prepared by Dean Hu and the others, and the food on the other side was also prepared.

Freshly boiled egg noodles in the supermarket, with some green vegetables added.

These people have been hungry for a long time at the sight of it, and they can only eat lighter food at this time.

After everyone had eaten and drank enough, an hour had passed, and the channel was only open for 4 hours.

During the period, there were quite a few small-day teams, as long as they entered the supermarket gate, they couldn't get out.

The soldiers rescued another 6 people, and there were more people who fled, more than 20 people came.

At this time, everyone already knew where the passage was opened, and the atmosphere in the supermarket was very depressing.

The first team that came in used to belong to the Jinling Garrison.

After most of the troops left, they resolutely chose to stay for the final resistance.

Groups of people were escorted by them to leave Jinling, and their number became smaller and smaller, and now there are only less than 100 people who are still resisting.

The leader of the team was the person who had just been called the platoon leader. His name was Zhang Yong, from Jinling, and he was 21 years old.

They were scattered in various places in Jinling City, and there was no way to contact each other. Each team was fighting alone.

One person, one barn, is a team.

The current time is December 1937, 12, when Jinling fell.

Chuno continued to use the display screen to gather people who were still in the city, whether they were civilians or the remaining soldiers.

"Zhang Yong, you are Jinling's last hope."

"In our history, Jinling fell completely on December 1937, 12, a small day that blatantly violated international treaties and basic human moral principles."

"The brutal massacre was carried out in Jinling, and the number of victims exceeded 30."

"We provide you with weapons, food and medicine."

"Please persevere and don't give up, okay?" Dean Hu's voice was very soft, and every word he uttered trembled.

"Don't put down your arms, please."

"Even if you put down your weapons, they didn't let you go!"

"Please!"

"We have advanced weapons now, and we won't be beaten anymore!"

Dean Hu's words made everyone present burst into tears.

"How to use this new type of gun? I will start to learn now." Zhang Yong wiped away his tears, and stood firmly in front of Guan Yin.

"And me, I also learn!"

"I used to be very good at throwing sandbags. I couldn't learn how to hit a wooden warehouse, so I just learned how to handle grenades and bullet rings." The girls also stood up one by one.

"Yes, keep going, live one more day and earn one more day. Now that there are so many weapons, I'm afraid I can't beat them!"

"Kill one to save money, kill two to earn one!"

Everyone said one after another that the teachers hurriedly devoted themselves to teaching, and what they can learn is nothing.

"Why can't we go out, if we can go out, if the massacre still happens, my name is written upside down!"

"That's right, let's see if I don't fight my way out in Jinling!"

Chuno's plan worked. Hearing that more and more people were coming from the Charger, the time for the channel to be closed on the first day was also getting closer.

"The entrance to the passage is the side door of a church. The door of the church has not been completely damaged. They can take shelter in the church tonight." Chuno said.

“Zhang Yong, can the door of the church still be closed?”

On the scene, Guan Yin is the person with the most combat experience, so he is responsible for formulating tactics.

"Yes, but this door is made of wood, so it won't last long."

"Truno, can you see the church door with your vision?"

"Yes, you can still see part of the environment outside the gate." Chuno replied.

"How long until the passage is closed?"

"39 minutes."

"Announce the time every 5 minutes, and once in the last 5 minutes."

"receive."

"Zhang Yong, find someone to open all the doors. I need to understand the surrounding environment as much as possible."

"Platoon leader, I'll go." Just as Guan Yin finished speaking, a small boy ran out.

"His name is Gouwa, and he is only 13 years old this year." Zhang Yong said flatly, "The whole family is dead. We picked them out from the pile of dead people."

"I had nowhere to go, so I followed us and became the chief soldier."

"It was I who killed him, and caused him to be trapped to death in Jinling City together with me."