Jinling Beacon Fire: a Long Song of Resistance in Bloody Mountains and Rivers

Name: Jinling Beacon Fire: a Long Song of Resistance in Bloody Mountains and Rivers
Author: Falling Leaves Know The Evening Of Autumn

by Falling Leaves Know The Evening Of Autumn

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About This Novel

In 1937, Jinling was in trouble, the Japanese army was raging, and the prosperous ancient capital was reduced to a scorched earth purgatory. Geng Yu, a soldier of the national army, was born in an Orion family in Luweidang, north of the Yangtze River. He survived the brutal strangulation in the Nanjing Defense War. At the Yijiangmen position, he hugged the broken military flag tightly and faced waves of enemy troops, leading the remaining troops to fight to the death. Every time the trigger is pulled and the bayonet is brandished, it is full of hatred for the invaders, and they use their flesh and blood to build a defense line against foreign aggression. At Jinling Women's College of Arts and Sciences, Li Shoufang, who is studying nursing, tied up her blood-stained white coat under the bell tower. She led the female students to transform the library into a temporary hospital. With trembling but firm hands, she stitched up the wounds of the injured and extended their lives. Under the shadow of the Japanese army's search, she cleverly hid the refugees in the cellar, facing the danger with a weak body, with the scalpel in hand, which was a fearless edge to protect her life. On the Qinhuai River, Uncle Xing once made a living among the sound of oars and the shadows of lights, but now he did not care about life and death. Driving a leaky sampan to and from the south bank and the north bank amid the hail of bullets, the side of the boat was riddled with bullet holes and the ropes were stained with blood. Even though the Japanese bayonets were approaching, his calloused hands never let go of the rudder, focusing on creating an escape channel for the people. Dusk ends and smoke fills the air. Geng Yu's roar, Li Shoufang's medicine box, and Uncle Xing's oars intertwined into a passionate melody of resistance. They were ordinary people, but at the darkest moment when the mountains and rivers were shattered, they bravely shouldered heavy responsibilities and stood up the backbone of the nation. With hot blood, on the ruins of Jinling, the magnificent epic of the Chinese nation's unyielding was engraved.