December 1937, Nanjing.
When Chen Zhaoyuan, a Chinese translator of the German advisory group, was summarizing intelligence, he discovered a fatal "time difference" - the Japanese divisions did not attack the city with all their strength, but deliberately left gaps in the periphery.
This is not a supply difficulty. This is an encirclement and annihilation trap.
But no one believed him.
The top brass of the national army regarded him as a "German pawn", and the Japanese spy "tea guest" monitored every radio wave. The rumors of "peace talks" through British and American channels made everyone more willing to believe in luck. The only person who believed in him was the commander of the Sichuan Army on the wall of Zhonghua Gate who didn't even have his shoes on.
"You said the Japanese are going to encircle and annihilate them, I believe you. Not your pieces of paper—but the corpses of my seventeen brothers."
When all conventional communications were cut off, they had only one crazy method left: using "correction shots" from city defense artillery to penetrate intelligence into friendly positions.
And the man who was going to finish all the semaphores on the top of the water tower had already climbed up the iron ladder carrying the wooden figure for his son.
"After you sign the flag, you can return it to me."
——From Nanjing to Wuhan, from the Yangtze River to Wanxian, some people use their lives to spread the information, and some people use their lives to repay the promises.
