Chapter 3 [Volume 1: The Blood Sacrifice of the Nation, My Rizhi Incident War Records]

【Section 1】 Nakajima Team (16th Division) Ohno Troops (20th Wing) Nishizaki Force (First Battalion) Moriyama Team (Third Squadron) Uchiyama Squad (Third Squad) Toshiro Showa Twelve Years (Showa, the Japanese era name, the fifteenth year of Taisho (ie 1926) was changed to the first year of Showa. The twelve years of Showa was 1937).On August 26, he was ordered to go to North China.In order to attack Nanjing, it passed through Dalian. This diary, which probably requires many pages to describe, will become the most emotional and best memory in my life.I want to record the truth on the battlefield here.Only by describing the truth can we truly understand the thoughts and actions of the soldiers on the battlefield.Since we want to record the truth, we must record the beauty and ugliness on the battlefield.

Although they are Japanese soldiers, not all of them are military gods. They are also human beings who have contradictions between integrity and evil, beauty and ugliness.Here, I want to describe the real situation of myself and our troops participating in the war, and at the same time, describe the images and thoughts of the soldiers according to the true colors of the facts.Despite the restrictions of public opinion and the restraint of soldiers and other heavy inner and outer pressures, I want to get rid of all this and only record it truthfully from the standpoint of one person. The real situation on the battlefield will only emerge in the back of the mind of a person who is not bound by anything and is completely free.It can be said that almost all the content reported by the press is mixed with exaggeration and falsehood.Moreover, again through the cover-up of the Japanese government's propaganda agencies, the truth is often deliberately concealed.After being filtered by this kind of water filter, everything becomes a puddle of clear water in front of people.The battlefield is definitely not a flood of beautiful scenes.War itself is ugly, so why paint it as a chain of good things?

What is war? The word war is a general pronoun for cruelty, misery, tyranny, arson, massacre and other inhumane evils. The so-called war is a huge pocket of demons that includes all inhuman crimes. It poisons living beings, destroys fertile fields, destroys houses, tyrannizes wantonly, destroys culture, turns the world into hell, and turns countless souls into ghosts.This is war. What is justice? Justice is power, and only power is justice.Everything is nothing more than the law of the jungle. Humanity and all other beauty, morality, justice and might are weak. What exactly is holy massacre?

With what kind of knowledge can we recognize the fact of multiple existences? The battle continued, and news of victory came frequently.However, there was no joy of victory at all.Even if there was, it was only temporary like a short cry.Gorky said. Is that so? The god of peace can walk with the god of war.Hitler said. Should war, then, be thought of as the protector of the peace, the creator, or as the husband who loves his wife? Do you think the reality of war lies in brutality, or in destruction?No!Reality exists in sentimentality.However, that kind of sentimentality is definitely not that of a lingering woman.It seemed the greatest pain, it seemed the endless sorrow, it seemed the sentimentality of a cry of eternal resentment.Regardless of whether the person who is hostile to our country is Sakyamuni or Christ, Confucius or Mencius, or Muhammad, as long as we are in a hostile position, we Japanese will categorically destroy him.

The Marco Polo Bridge Incident in Beijing broke out on July 7, Showa Twelfth Year.It became the beginning of the Rizhi Incident (Japanese name for China's War of Resistance Against Japan) Japan's name for China's War of Resistance Against Japan. At 7 o'clock in the morning on August 26, I received a call-up order. On the thirty-first day, I set off as if nothing had happened.Father is still ill.While praying for my elderly father to live a healthy life, I bid farewell to him.On September 1st, my mother and Zhongyi came to say goodbye to me, and we met upstairs in the hotel.Mother was calm, and so was Shigeichi.Then, the mother said: This is an expedition that is hard to buy.You go happily!If you are unfortunately caught by the Chinese soldiers, you will commit suicide by cutting open your stomach!Because I have three sons, it doesn't matter if one of you dies.Then, she gave me a dagger engraved with words.How happy my mother's words made me.I think mothers are great.There is no better way to know the greatness of mother than at this time.So, I swore firmly in my heart that I would gladly die!

My adoptive mother cried and broke up with me.She wanted me to come back alive, she begged me to come back alive. My biological mother said goodbye to me with a smile, a calm conversation, and an encouragement to die. The adoptive mother lives in the countryside, and the biological mother lives in the city.I think the feelings of the two women are somewhat different. Urban people are well-informed, while rural people are ignorant.Not only that, there may be other reasons. How to evaluate these two mothers? On the way to the checkpoint, I was talking to my mother, and I begged my mother: If I die, please adopt Shigeichi to Kawasuke's family (referring to Toshiro's adoptive mother's family.).Mother happily agreed.I got my mother's happy and refreshing promise, and I felt like a clear sky in my heart, without any nostalgia or regret.

At last it was September 5th.I have always firmly believed that the most loyal soldiers are not first-class soldiers, first-class soldiers, or second-class soldiers. They just refer to soldiers who die bravely without hesitation as soldiers of the empire.So I want to be this kind of loyal and brave soldier.What joy there is in this bubbly life!How much excess there is in this joy!At seven o'clock in the evening, we set off from the camp. In order to echo the people full of patriotic enthusiasm, the team took a long way to the station.The crowd was crowded and sent us off amidst cheers.Soldiers who found acquaintances among the crowd said goodbye to everyone one by one.I gritted my teeth and moved forward while immersed in a heavy heart of utter loyalty to the country.

I have already understood all this, and I will never turn back, so no matter what kind of situation arises, I will not be surprised, and I can calmly wait for them to come. Therefore, I take this kind of mass gathering, cheering, and boiling enthusiasm calmly, watching calmly and calmly, and only responding with a gentle smile.Heads and hands protruding from all the windows of the train, and a dense forest of heads, chests, and arms protruding from the railings of the platform undulate like waves.Their hands seemed to be blown by the wind, and they kept waving up and down, drawing circles one after another.They are like butterflies, some dance fast, some dance slowly, and some stop there.From their mouths flowed love and passion like raging waves.

The beloved wife of the Noguchi reserve soldier ran around, looking for the figure of her dear husband. Noguchi also yelled several times and waved his hand several times, but the wife did not notice her husband.The wife's deep parting sentiments are conveyed to her husband through this warm atmosphere. A whistle sounded like an arrow across the sky, and the locomotive roared with white smoke.The train moved on.The shouts of the crowd resounded even more loudly in the night sky. Long live!Long live!Only this sentence.A great symphony, an emotional score. Amidst the high intertwining of love, parting, encouragement, affection and many other emotions, the train pulled out of the platform, leaving behind the people's passionate cheers of long live.

Along the way, whether it is one o'clock in the morning or two o'clock in the morning, there is an endless stream of people, lighting a red bonfire full of sincerity, waiting for the short moment when the train passes.They lit bonfires beside the railroads to send cheers to their warriors. We offer them our wordless salute with immense gratitude and a vow of triumph. I stayed in a pharmacy in Daoxiucho (Daoxiucho, place name. Town, equivalent to a town or street in China) in Osaka for two days.At this time, a person who loved me and loved me with all her heart came to see me with her mother.Saw her at the farewell a week ago and she had visibly lost weight.I feel sorry for her.

I sent her on the Keihan Railway, probably this time it was a farewell. On September 8th, finally headed for the third breakwater.It was hot as hell.I have never worked long hours, so I get tired quickly.The pain in the back penetrated into the shoulder one by one, and the swollen shoulder bone made a crackling sound.On the way, people in Osaka gave me medicine.The soldiers, like chewing glass, crushed the ice sent by the citizens with their mouths making battle cries. Some wiped their foreheads and cheeks with ice water, and some threw it on their backs to cool their bodies, and walked forward. The breakwater is full of horses, soldiers and shovels. At first, the military horses were hoisted from the sky by large cranes.The ship we took was a newly built 6,500-ton ship Zenyomaru. The strong crew told us that this is the second time the ship has gone to sea, including this time. The last maiden voyage went to Shanghai. After the task of loading the horses and luggage on board, our first team boarded the ship from the ladder on the side of the ship. The send-off people who were blocked outside the fence of the breakwater swarmed towards the side of the ship as soon as they were allowed.Up and down are calling each other's name, both to encourage and to answer.The tape sellers slipped through the crowd.Red, blue, and white ribbons are thrown from below to above, and countless colorful ribbons swaying in the wind connect the soldiers and those who see them off.Wives hold ribbons for husbands, parents hold ribbons for sons, friends hold ribbons for friends.People are excited and excited.Now is the time when the dearest ones are about to go to war, now is the time to say goodbye to the ones we love the most, and now is the last moment when we are going to go forever from their sight to a distant place. Amidst the moving and excited shouts that surpassed the raging waves, the Shanyang Maru quietly finished the work before sailing. Just like cherishing the touch and excitement of parting, the ribbon rings held in people's hands stretched until the last turn. I don't have a ribbon to hold.I don't know any of them.Now, what need do I have to seek out one of them?I watched the scene quietly.I don't have any emotion or excitement, because I have power beyond emotion. The huge ship turns its head towards the battlefield!It was 3:25 p.m. on September 8th. The wind and rain began to rage.The superb view of the Seto Inland Sea leaked away in the middle of the night.At night, the wind and rain have stopped, and the breeze is blowing, cool and pleasant.I climbed on the aft deck, smoking a cigarette, and looking out at the city with its lights on land. ah!Farewell to Japanese cities built of paper and wood! There was a sound of propellers under my feet, and I felt a violent rotation.With the refreshing sea breeze blowing on my cheeks, I felt neither sadness nor nostalgia.It seemed to me not that the ship was going to war, but that it was a pleasant trip on a pleasant night.The gigantic ship of thousands of tons moved forward under the bright lights, like a city that never sleeps. Private Ishida, who was as funny as a magician, sang "Shanghai Airway".With the accompaniment of the propeller, his bel canto songs are pathetic and sentimental.After the rain stopped, the summer night was breezy, and I stood on the deck at the stern, looking at the lights of the cities of my motherland that were fading away. The night Private Ishida sang "Shanghai Airway" was really unforgettable. The next day was Nine Days, I woke up at five o'clock in the morning, got on the deck, washed my face and smoked a cigarette, a cigarette of savory. The refreshing morning breeze from the Seto Inland Sea made people feel that it was purifying us blood.Before the sun rose, Zenyomaru galloped towards China in the thin morning light, and then galloped again.As the horizon turned white and red, islands of all sizes began to appear in the field of vision.The boat drove for a while, and what I saw on the left might be the island of Shikoku. It is not so much an island as it is a large piece of land.After driving for a while, land was seen again on the left.The soldiers shouted: "It's the Four Kingdoms!"It's Kyushu!Our Osamu Ohno, who was watching from afar with a telescope in the captain's cabin, called me: Hello!Private class!What you see over there is Shikoku.You go tell them! After I saluted, I walked towards the soldiers. I heard it was Shikoku.I tell them. I saw the swirling vortex.Dozens of ships of 5,000 to 6,000 tons are floating in the Kanmon Strait. This is the first time I have seen such a scenery.The notice said that letters brought from the mainland (inland, the old Japanese name for Japan as opposed to colonies) were allowed to be sent here for the last time.The ship stopped at eleven o'clock in the morning on the 9th.At six o'clock in the afternoon, the boat started its engine again. It was raining again at this time, so I covered my head with oiled paper and stood on the deck, thinking about it.The last day of the motherland.At night, I saw a city, probably Yawata (八欢, Japan's famous steel base.), where there are many lights.Like the beacon of justice, the crimson soul of fire and the lights burned blazingly, reflecting the night sky brilliantly.The Fire Soul is wide, big and tall, like a train.It must have been the fire from the steelworks.Is it really Hachiman?Let me take it as Hachiman for the time being, because Hachiman is a place that leaves me with many memories. I saw another group of brilliant lights, the lights of tall buildings.Maybe it was the Tamaya department store where Haruko-san bought me presents when I was in junior high school. she sang: The journey to the east is far away and lonely. The heart of spring is like a tender moon, do you want to know? Maruyama's chair is burning with love. Lovers are happier. She also sang many love songs, all for me.Whether she sang it well or badly, it stays in my memory, deeper than anyone else's song, because it was a love song for me. She also sang: Under the same moon, you and I face each other across the sea. Deep in your heart, loneliness is like moonlight. The moonlight is like water, and the pale heart is stirring. Who, who can know your news? Do you know that a girl's heart misses you? Do you still want to, guess where your heart is panicking? However, the eighteen-year-old youth and the seventeen-year-old girl are on different sides. Is that the indifferent dream of youth?No!It is blazing passion.She trusts me completely and I trust her too.Her sister agreed with both of us, and so did my brother.At that time, I was very happy every day, and she was also very happy. She was smarter and more rational than me.I loved her reason and intelligence, and we wrote to each other almost every day, even though our time together was less than three hours together. ah!Deep memories of distant days!Happy memories that will never leave my heart!The memories of Kyushu are too far away.Although we have crossed the distance and are connected with each other, we have to be alienated day by day.Two years later, the day of breaking up came.The breakup was made by me. One day, on a letter to me, my name, Shirou, had been altered.I was so annoyed and didn't write back after that because I was so dissatisfied.What does it matter if you write a wrong letter, envelope, etc. to your lover and replace it with a new one?I think what she did was very rude.This incident broke us off. If I didn't break up with each other because of this trivial matter, what would I do if I were still in a relationship today? While looking at the lights of Hachiman, I was immersed in memories, and my heart was full of sweet sentimentality.We won't see each other again, but I pray for her health and happiness. Will she think of me?If I can't forget her, won't she forget me too?I really want to meet you! The searchlights on the mountain on the right flicked back and forth in the dark sky, and several cities that never sleep passed by the boat.Zenyomaru is constantly working hard towards the battlefield!Run to the battlefield! We have been living in a living environment that even the lower classes of North Koreans cannot live in. Our room was below deck, low and narrow, no, probably not a room.It's not a house, but it's not an outside either, it's just a floor.There are five people sitting in a place the size of a tatami mat, and there are some equipments. It is difficult to even turn around, and you can only move your head back and forth, left and right.The people crowded together, panting, dirty and pungent body odor, countless flies flying on the dirt, dirty clothes that smelled of sweat, dirty straw mats spread on the boards, rough wooden boards Exhausted by the tiresome monotony of steam baths, etc., under the stinking ceiling, naked soldiers read greedily from clippings of magazines. .Their bodies are wriggling like maggots at the bottom of the boat, and I think of the Hachiman ship that roiled the China Sea in the distant past (referring to Kamakura, Japan, and the Muromachi period (about the end of the 12th century - the second half of the 16th century) in China , Japanese pirate ships that were rampant along the coast of North Korea.).Strong muscles writhe in heat, boredom, and uncleanness like the bars of a dog ring.But now, wearing military uniforms, you have to give full play to the nature of a soldier.This life goes on. On September 12, the ship reached the surface of Dagu. More than 20 military ships are moored there, and we are the only one.The sea water is turbid yellow, just like the Yellow Sea. Now we finally reached China.mainland!mainland!The long-awaited continent! But the mainland lay low on the horizon like so many ships on the water, stretching low beyond the far shore. Birds the size of sparrows flew around, not afraid of people, almost resting on our shoulders and hands. This vast sea scenery is not in harmony with our state of mind.Due to the relationship of longitude, starting from this morning, the time here is one hour behind our country.At three o'clock in the morning on September 13th, we were woken up to start preparations for landing.The wind and rain are very strong, and it is estimated that landing will be difficult.Shanyang Maru is located more than two miles away from the coast.In the surf, the heavy soldiers and horses boarded the liaison boat together, but the rope was broken by the wind on the way, and they left the tugboat and began to drift with the waves.Some of the soldiers were not used to water and were bitten by the horses, but they continued to work hard.I dragged my tired body from a cold and reluctantly made preparations for landing, but due to the lack of liaison ships, it was difficult to carry out the work, so I had to delay the landing. On the 14th, I finally gave the order to land today and get up at two o'clock in the morning.There was a lack of coordination and organization among the various ministries, queuing up for a while, resting for a while, just repeating this many times, and finally boarded the liaison ship at 7:30.I'm in the advance team, and I have to go ahead of the rest of the team.Although it was only September 14th, but within two and a half hours of arriving at Xinhe, my hands were numb from the cold.Even so, the Chinese people still push the bamboo frame fishing nets to walk in the muddy water.Push it, lift it up, and check for fish.I saw a Chinese man, with snake-like eyes and a gentle face, wrapped in shabby clothes that were barely wearable, sailing downstream with his wife and children in a sampan-like boat with a sail full of patches. go. They make the sail technique look very skilled, although sailing against the wind, the speed of the boat is not slow at all. After all, it is a continent, and there is not a single mountain. It is like a vast continent where grass and trees are planted and houses are built on the Sea of ​​Japan.Among the fishermen, some raised their hands and shouted banzai in weird Japanese.When I heard the long live cry of the Chinese people, I suddenly thought simply: Yes!Exactly this!Our mission is here!It was not that Japan attacked China, but that the Chinese hoped that the Japanese would be of use to them.Even if the upper class in China resists Japan, it is our mission to join hands with the lower class. There will still be various ideas in the future, but those ideas will change according to the continuation of the war and the accumulation of experience.Now that I'm organizing this diary, even if some ideas are wrong, I want to keep them as they are.Why?Because from this we can know the trajectory of the mind. There are many Chinese houses built on the banks of the Baihe River.Their houses are all made of earth, and the roofs are like Japanese houses, with a slight slope and a slightly bulging shape.One by one, the Chinese came out of the house to look at us.One of them just came out and immediately squatted down by the wall to defecate.He said respectfully while looking at our boat leisurely.Where are the women?What are you doing? Huh, the siren sounded, and a snow-white French warship moved its beautiful body and sailed downstream. French sailors in sailor uniforms, they look at our ranks.Advertisements with two large characters of Rendan (the name of the traditional Chinese medicine, now uniformly written as Rendan.) can be seen on the walls of the houses by the river.In Dagu, the foreign buildings of the United States, France and Germany all hang their respective national flags.The banks of the river are red soil.There are many houses on the left bank, and there is no sense of cultural atmosphere; on the right bank, there are houses and railway crossings from various countries, giving people a modern feeling.Thatch grows between the crevices on the river bank. What a vast expanse of land. Several 5,000-ton military ships were parked there, and our warship was docked heroically on the right bank.As if to counter it, French warships also flew their flags. The river is not too wide, but rather large boats can navigate freely on the river.The sky is vast, the trees stretch out lushly into the distance, and the White River flows in everything so vast and leisurely, like a painting.Some houses may be the barracks of Chinese soldiers, and there are traces of shells everywhere.The river turns right and continues upward until it reaches the New River.The landscape with the river on the mainland is like an illustration in an English book.The boat floated sideways on a wooden pier jutting out from the river.It's finally time to take the first step on the mainland. As soon as they set foot on the mainland, dirty Chinese people came to sell grapes.The thirsty throat wants to eat grapes, but the army prohibits buying any food from the Chinese, and that kind of food is so dirty that people really don't want to buy it.Someone bought the original manuscript, here the text is incomplete, it is in French...deFrather. After eating, I finally got a stomachache. There are already strong engineers at Xinhe Station.According to them, there are still plainclothes teams and spies, and our soldiers are attacked from time to time. Just before that, the soldiers of the supply unit were killed.Don't be careless about the children who come to beg for food. It is said that they also have contact with the plainclothes team.We said it was a railway station, but what we arrived at was a freight station. The conditions were poor but there were magnificent stone houses like government dormitories.Beautiful morning glories and tulips surround this home.Across the grass, there is a brick western-style building surrounded by high walls. Inside, there are soldiers in military uniforms. The word "water" is written on the cloth strips of the military uniforms.They were engineers from Mito.Washing lunch boxes at the water pipe in the yard, listening to the conversations of these seniors in the mainland, our hearts are beating.There are small shops in the station.The so-called small store in the military camp is just a small house used to store things in the government dormitory.It was obvious from a glance that she was a woman in her thirties, with a pretty face, who was engaged in that kind of business, and was busy selling soft drinks, cigarettes, and yokan to soldiers.The Chinese cigarettes she sells are very cheap, only 5 yuan for a pack of 20 (the currency unit in Japan at the time, one yuan equals 100 yuan), which is a bit frighteningly cheap.Moreover, the smell of the smoke is particularly good, and the packaging is also quite beautiful.The woman also spoke nicely.Although she is a beautiful woman, she is weak and lacks energy, making people feel that she has just been ill.It is impossible to even dream of meeting a Japanese woman in this kind of place, so, strangely enough, I looked at her as if I were looking at the only precious jade.It is a pity that, although she made such a good impression on me, she later made me feel a kind of disgust.At the beginning, cigarettes cost 5 renminbi, soda water cost 15 renminbi, and yokan cost 10 renminbi. As the soldiers continued to buy them, the prices also rose. Our No. 3 Squadron failed to reach our destination during the day, so we had to pitch our tents and lie down on the grass while keeping an eye out for the scorpions.A scorpion is a kind of insect that looks like a shrimp, has a crab clip, and is about an inch long.A bite from one of these bugs anywhere on the upper body can kill a person within five minutes. It only took ten minutes for the lower body to be bitten.This is a terrible poisonous insect that is common in humid areas. The military doctor showed us a sample of the scorpion that bit a soldier of the machine gun team just now, reminding us to pay attention. On the morning of the 15th, we set off from Xinhe.The sun shone hotly on the earth.This was the first time I marched, and I felt very uncomfortable, there was no wind at all, and when my physical strength was exhausted and I could no longer continue to march, I finally arrived at today's destination, Junliang City.Speaking of the peace of mind when arriving at Junliang City, it is like the joy after the great uneasiness is released. Everything is forgotten, but the whole body and mind are deeply buried in the tranquility.However, that kind of joy is not ecstasy, but a bath after a long period of strenuous labor, the joy of lying deeply on the soft blanket, stretching the body freely, and breathing comfortably. We stayed in Chinese families respectively.The walls of the houses of the Chinese people are made of mud and are two feet thick. No matter what, they couldn't let me sleep soundly.In the house where our team stayed, there was a room on the left side of the gate, another room at the far end, and a place where sorghum and millet were piled up on the right side. The mud walls had collapsed, and the house was very dirty.I have no intention of living in such a dirty house.I think living in the open air is better than this.If you still have to live in such a house in the future, it will be bad.I also harbor a luxurious unease.At that time, as long as it was a Chinese house, even if it was considered clean, I probably didn't have the heart to lie down at all. Private Noguchi was a worker at the Kawasaki Shipbuilding Works.He had been stationed in Manchuria, and he was used to this kind of house. In this kind of house, he knew how to keep out the cold and heat.He is very smart, can do tailoring work, and can cook and cook.Moreover, he also likes to cook very much.No matter how tired he is, he cooks happily.For him, cooking seems to be a kind of comfort to forget fatigue.He is such a person, so when it is someone else's turn to cook, tell him, he often takes it all by himself.In this way, when he saw it, he would get angry again: Why do you let me do it alone!When he got angry, he let the fire under the pot go out, and he didn't care about it.At this time, the other soldiers had no choice but to go up again.He muttered and whined and smoked. But seeing the opportunity to say a few more good words, he came over again.Because he likes to cook and is a greedy person, he is often annoyed by stomach pains.It was also his chopping skills that comforted our stomachs tonight. It will turn cold at night.Noguchi triumphantly got on the kang and explained to us.Although it will be cold in the middle of the night, there is still sunlight at night, and the ground is baked, so it is not cold yet, so there is no need for a kang.However, Noguchi, who thought he knew everything, had a bit of a nose.But no one was lying on the hot kang, only Noguchi was wiping his sweat in embarrassment.As long as he doesn't burn the kang, there will be no night dew in the kitchen inside the house, so we purposely watched him with the stars above our heads outside the house where the scorpions are active. The home has a toddler and a grandpa with a toddler.Not a single woman was seen. I grabbed my grandfather and asked him in Chinese if he liked the Communist Party, but he didn't understand me.I wrote down the four words communism, but he still didn't understand.Propaganda texts written by the Japanese Propaganda Group are pasted all over the walls.The child is very cute, I gave him a candy and five coins.There is a month plate in the house, it is September 15th, Wednesday. At 8:30 in the morning on the 16th, we left Junliang City.Among the filthy farmers and nasty pigs and lots of chickens flying around, the troops lined up. When we think of the sweltering, heavy, painful and uncomfortable march, we can't help but frown, but this is in front of the Chinese farmers, pigs and chickens, so we are full of energy, walking on the soil that seems to grow out of the ground. We felt very angry when we walked through a village made up of houses. We don't understand that there is a railway leading to Tianjin but we don't use it.Some soldiers said: This railway belongs to Britain.In order to hinder our march, let us not use it.We, who thought this railway was Britain, chanted the slogan "Down with Britain" under the pressure of the hot and uncomfortable heat. The road was full of dust, and our military boots seemed to be walking on yellow flour, and the dust was everywhere when we stepped on it.The tall sorghum on both sides of the road completely blocked the wind.The sun scorches you like it's shooting down from above.Sweat is constantly evaporating from our bodies, almost mummifying us.The brim of the sun visor was drenched with sweat, the part of the military uniform in contact with the backpack was soaked first, then the bend of the right arm holding the gun was covered with black sweat, and finally it hit the knee The leggings were also soaked.As a result, the military uniform was constantly invaded by sweat, emitting a stench mixed with sweat, dust, and dirt.Take a break every forty-five minutes, but if you don't use your whole body's strength for the last five minutes, you may not be able to take a step.Physical strength is needed on the battlefield, and at the same time, energy is even more needed.In the afternoon, people began to fall over and over again.Every hundred meters someone falls behind. We try to rest in shaded places.That is to say, but those shaded places simply cannot accommodate this long dragon-like team.Since most of the rest orders were issued when the brigade headquarters reached the shade, only the soldiers closest to the headquarters could enjoy some of the remaining shade.Many soldiers had to lie horizontally in the hot sun, fanning the cool air with fans painted with sun flags.Our brigade often rests in the shade.The captain who rode on a horse and marched leisurely is a horse head taller than us and close to the sun, so he may be hotter than us hikers.Probably our dear captain thought that when the soldiers walked on the mud, the cold air from the ground could be continuously transmitted to the soldiers' bodies, so the soldiers would not feel hot.Thanks to his rare thoughtfulness.The soldiers were so grateful that they shed tears on their bodies.As soon as they rested near the wet area, the soldiers dropped their backpacks and used their military caps as spoons to scoop up water. The water in the wetland was very cold, and when it flowed down their backs to their stomachs, the soldiers felt that there was nothing happier in the world than this thing.Never again have the meanings of the words joy, pleasure, and regeneration been so vividly felt for us.Since drinking unboiled water is strictly prohibited, some soldiers pretended to wash their faces and drank a few sips secretly. We only had a rest time of fifteen minutes, and we thought of various ways to make full use of it. We must study how to spend fifteen minutes in order to dispel the fatigue of the body the fastest and best.As soon as they heard about rest, some people fell down on their backs no matter where they were, some people tried to stay in a windy place, some people walked a few steps forward to a shady place, and some untied their backpacks. Backpack rest, it can be described as varied. Even if it is a bit troublesome, I still take off the backpack, loosen the belt, and unbutton the buttons to let the wind blow into the body. Try it, it seems that this method is the fastest and easiest to relieve fatigue. This method of unfastening the backpack, putting it on, unbuttoning it, and fastening the buttons is a waste of time, but it is still the best method. Drenched all over, the march began again.Because it was a quick march after a meal, my chest was gurgling and congested, and I felt that my blood was not enough, and my consciousness was taken away. I quickly swallowed a plum essence that I got from the dormitory in Osaka.Prune essence showed its efficacy and saved me when I was about to collapse.Looking from afar, you can see chimneys emitting black smoke.Tianjin is here!Tianjin is here!I put my backpack on my back with all my strength, and strode forward vigorously.I don't know whether it is the suburbs or the urban area, but in short, I have arrived at a dirty Chinese city.This is a disgustingly dirty city.The trumpets sounded overwhelmingly everywhere.The trumpeter played desperately as if he was about to make the most wonderful sound in his life. The captain stroked his mustache on the horse, with his chest straightened out, we forgot our fatigue and foot pain, and started to take strong steps. We are indeed outstanding and powerful soldiers of Japan!Chinese people gathered here from every corner, looking at our heroic troops.We concentrate, but we can only squint at the streets of China and move forward.After crossing the stone bridge, I don't know which country they are from, and they parked five or six cars there.It wasn't for looking at us, it was because we crossed the bridge as if there were no one else in four lines, cars couldn't get on the bridge, and our long snake-like line stretched without end. They seemed impatient to wait, and kept honking their car horns.But the troops turned a deaf ear to the trumpets and continued marching arrogantly, as if they were listening to a bad march.In the car sat a rather beautiful woman, beautiful and radiant with reason.While thinking of the beauty, I walked past her. The Marine Corps was setting up barbed wire all over the street, and the looming black loopholes in the piles of earthbags were pointing in all directions.The tarmac made the soles of our feet ache. When we entered the Japanese Street, we thought that many expatriates would come out to greet us with cheers, but this expectation was completely dashed.No one came out to welcome them, not even the Japanese who came to see them.What exactly is going on? Why are the Japanese in Tianjin so indifferent, as if they have nothing to do with us?In the interior, people welcomed us with great enthusiasm.The crowd at the inland dock sent off the soldiers several times.Whenever new troops set off, they sent them off with new enthusiasm and excitement, and we also set off with boiling enthusiasm, although people in the interior cannot directly experience the scourge of war. The Japanese in Tientsin, trembling at the sound of the guns not so long ago, and thanking God for the arrival of the army, had forgotten the soldiers so quickly. I can't help feeling angry.Is that the way it is in the colonies? Dragging their sore legs and enduring fatigue and fatigue to rescue them, they treated the Japanese army fighting for them with such indifference.我悲傷得幾乎要落淚。 啊，他們也是日本人。他們為什麼不擁有支那國籍呢？ 這時，在一個街角處，一位三井銀行的職員在給士兵們送水，士兵們一個個把小水壺當做自己最心愛的戀人一樣，他們已經一滴水也沒有了。士兵們乾渴的喉嚨正盡情地喝著茶水的時候，響起了中隊長的怒吼聲：真不像樣！我們無法理解這位二十五歲年輕的中隊長的訓斥。不是我們缺乏忍耐，也不是我們不守紀律，而是明天的戰鬥需要活力。 不知從哪裡傳來了《戰友》的歌聲，那旋律淒然慘烈，吞噬著我的心。出征以來我第一次感到了傷感。 在福島街進行了短暫的休息，一個國防婦女會的會員忙著來回跑動，她四處喊著：有人要寄信嗎？不要郵票，我幫大家寄。真是值得感謝的奇特婦女。 好像她是整個天津城唯一的日本婦女。常盤旅館的女服務員給我們送來了水，我們一下就喝乾了，接著又衝進旅館的廚房擰開了自來水龍頭。大多數的日本婦女，就我們所見，都是穿和服的。她們不穿輕率的支那服裝和洋裝，這實在是值得頌揚的。 晚上十點，我們終於到達南海中學。肚子餓，腳又痛，很是疲憊，拖著疼痛的雙腿向學校走去，途中經過一個街角的饅頭店時，見到蒸籠裡暄騰騰的白饅頭，貪婪地望個不停。如果允許買的話，恐怕馬上就從支那人手上買下來了。即使是現在，也忘不掉街角那家饅頭店的情景穿著白色圍裙的支月。人揭開蒸籠蓋，取出冒著蒸汽的熱乎乎暄騰騰的白饅頭。 即使是現在還能想起那情景，而且，還有一種衝動，真想吃上一個。 南海中學是一所很大的設備完善的學校，在內地的中學中，還不曾見過如此豪華完備的中學。我們決定在學校宿舍的一間屋子裡睡覺。就像支那的許多房屋都是磚造的那樣，這一間也是在黑磚上塗了白色的石灰。但牆壁上的塗料容易脫落，會沾在衣服上。六張榻榻米大小的屋子要住進兩個分隊的人，所以顯得擁擠不堪。 這個房間的電燈不亮，所以，聰明靈巧又對電氣有些常識的野口馬上進行了修理。面對這種展示自己這方面才能的機會，他會得意地忘記疲勞和不平的牢騷。他出色的技術，讓電燈亮了。抬頭一看，白色的天花板上，細細的電線變成了漆黑色，蒼蠅圍成一團一團，而且，蚊子也不停地飛下來襲擊我們。 蚊子和蒼蠅輪流向天花板上飛。它們分別按白天與黑夜，各自嚴守著自己活躍的領域，輪流進攻。 十六日，早晨五點起床後開始漱洗。由於過度的疲勞，渾身懶洋洋，腿腳浮腫，關節酸痛，手也舉不起，路也走不動，恐怕是到了毫無生氣的狀態了，但還是不想穿著發臭的衣服。 自來水放不出，只有一口井提供少量的水。井邊有洗臉的洗衣服的，混雜一片。我在飯盒上繫上帶子，打上水來，在空罐中洗刷。打上來的水不夠，我不得不利用淘米水或洗過臉的水。水非常珍貴。 我們知道，在支那必須把水當珍貴物品對待。就我們來說，水的不足完全可以與彈藥不足相提並論，日後的經歷也充分證明了這點。外出是禁止的。但是，我的左腳腕關節痛，我要去醫務室，回來的路上我到了日本人街。醫務室在遠離我們宿舍的地方，這倒成了隨便外出的好機會。醫務室是座很豪華的房子，美麗的花園和濃綠的樹蔭裝飾著它的院子。軍醫看了我的腳，說：啊，用墊布敷一敷就行了。It's very simple.喂，下次要他極為簡單地給我做了診斷，就像蒼蠅從一個人的頭上飛到另一個人頭上那樣簡單。 下土井衛生員、島田和我，三個人的目標是日本人街。但是，不知該怎麼講，車伕聽不懂我們的話，我們在地上寫了日本人街四個字，但三四個聚集在一起的車伕沒一個人懂。他們互相嘰哩叭啦地爭了一通，其中一個人離開了一會兒，帶來了另外一個車伕。 那個車伕認得字。於是，我們坐上了車，跑了很遠可還沒到目的地，卻進入了支那街。我們開始警惕起來，前面的人注視前方，中間的注意左右，後面的留意背後，我們全神戒備。 看我們全神戒備，車伕吃驚地大聲說了一句什麼，大概是叫我們放心吧。一個支那巡警提著兩尺長的警棍，站在十字路口。 車伕停下車，做個手勢讓我們下來。 接著，他指指巡警的方向，於是我們朝巡警走去，寫了日本人街幾個字給他看。巡警笑著對車伕說了幾句什麼。過了十字路口，再次乘上車跑了起來。終於到了日本人街，我們下了車要給他車錢，他沒收賞錢，只要回去時還用他的車。於是，我們開始了我們的活動。 我們進了一家支那人開的香煙店，裡面陳列著各種各樣的香煙。這家店是專賣香煙的商店，什麼種類的香煙都有，好像全世界的香煙都有似的。 想給內地寄封信，向行走在路上的一個姑娘打聽了郵局的地址。這位十七歲左右的姑娘靜靜地笑著領我們去了郵局。她說話很少，默不作聲地快步走在前頭。她的舉止和身材讓人覺得她是個城市姑娘。 你老家是哪裡的啊？I asked. 她回答說是日本，沉默了一陣。 我不知道我的老家。she said again. Why? 我不瞭解內地。我一次也沒去過那裡。我出生在天津，我是在這裡長大的。 她這麼說，但她也不想問問內地的情況，也不說想去看看，一句話不說就快步走了。我對作為日本人而不瞭解日本的少女感到吃驚。 下土井衛生員為了圓滿地完成自己的任務，買下了二十日元左右的私人藥物。他說：部隊不會老給藥的，想讓士兵什麼都自己帶著。要讓士兵滿意，我只得自己花錢買些藥帶著。 車伕怕我們走丟了，機敏地緊緊跟在我們後面。再次坐上他的車回到宿舍，給了他二十錢，前後乘車約三個小時，車錢還是很便宜的。 傍晚，聽到屋外有吵吵鬧鬧的聲音，是北海道的後備工兵在鬧事。他們的怒罵聲招來了一群看熱鬧的人。據說，我們大野部隊的某個軍曹在走廊訓斥士兵時，一個北海道的工兵經過那裡。軍曹站在牆壁邊上堵住了身後的通路，那個工兵無法從軍曹的身後經過，沒辦法，就從軍曹前面走過去了。正在威風地訓人的二十四五歲的軍曹，覺得自己的威嚴遭到了冒犯，就狠狠揍了那個上了年紀的老工兵一拳。事件從這開始，北海道的工兵抱成團過來要把年輕的軍曹打個半死。軍曹鐵青著臉躲在一些遮擋物的後面，在被訓斥的士兵面前丟了丑。事件擴大開了，雙方都派出軍官負責解決。工兵們像聲援團似的團團圍住擔任現場處理委員的軍官，雙方互相爭辯。 軍曹太傲慢無禮。對就要奔赴死亡之地的人，不管有什麼理由，尤其是為那些雞毛蒜皮的小事，利用軍曹的職權，隨意打人，簡直太出入意料了。應該對濫用私刑的軍曹嚴厲懲處！ 軍曹雖然是我們部隊的人，但我們都很憎恨他。 這所中學的禮堂很豪華，設備就像電影院一樣。禮堂的地下室充滿了水。聽說是無路可逃的抗日分子逃進了地下室，所以就採用了水攻。想去看看屍體，但地下室臺階很深，所以沒法找到屍體。從屋頂往市區盼望，到處都能看到轟炸後的痕跡，那些轟炸的痕跡表明了日本飛機轟炸得多麼準確。 房屋周圍的牆壁保留了下來，只有房屋內部完全燒燬，轟炸目標以外的房屋幾乎沒有遭到損失。 東南西北四個方向不見一處山。四周是一片如同汪洋大海一樣的平地，弄不清哪一面是東，哪一面是西。我們在傍晚時分的昏暗中尋找著日本所在的方向，把隨意認準的方向當作日本所在的方向；遙望日本令人懷念的無法相見的日本。 我們的身體再也無法踏上日本的土地！想到這些，不知怎麼的，便無法控制心中油然湧出的感傷。 而且，意識到自己已經來到了如此遙遠的地方。 明日又將出發，出發去戰場。 那裡有無盡的殘忍在等著我們， 那裡有殘酷的死亡在橫行氾濫。 二十六個春秋的日日夜夜， 活過來就是為了今天。 就像這首歌所唱的那樣，我們還能抱什麼希望？ 所謂忠義，就是指死。所謂武士道，就是指死。《葉隱》（江戶時期武士修養書，正式名稱為《葉隱聞書》，又稱《葉隱論語》）告訴我們說。 die!die! 只有死才是希望。 那裡有希望的意義，有死亡的意義。 對於目前的我們來說，早已不需要回首如同微塵的過去。 必須用走向未來即將到來的時代的高度切迫性，用這樣一種希望來武裝我們的身體。 go ahead!槍聲！炮聲！轟炸！呼喊！ 還有流血的呻吟！還有接下來的死！ 超越這些並以這些為代價換取的勝利的光榮，將閃耀出燦爛的光輝。 勝利的代價是鮮血。 肉體是勝利的肥料。 大地染成一片赤紅，太陽旗在我們肉體的肥料之上昂首。 下面一則通告，一時引起了不小的反響。 前方就是戰場，戰場上有敵人，便衣隊出沒於佔領地區。明天開始行軍，如落伍就意味著死亡。因為那裡沒有醫院，也沒有收容所，只有抱有敵意的當地居民、便衣隊和正規軍，他們全是敵人。落伍就意味著死亡，這點要牢牢記住。不能沒到達第一線就因落伍而死亡，應該注意對體力的合理分配，保持絕對的忍耐，以最大的努力到達戰場。到了戰場之後，馬上倒下或馬上死去，那都沒關係了。如果有人認為自己的身體無論如何也堅持不下來，就請提出來！ 我們當中還沒有一個人經歷過戰爭，這個嚴厲的通告刺痛了我們的胸口。落伍就意味著死亡這種話，不是輕易能說出的。對於從沒有戰爭經驗的我們來講，在佔領地區落伍似乎不應該有什麼危險，因為所謂佔領地區是指把敵人全部消滅或者把他們趕走後，變成了自己人的勢力範圍了。但是，通告說還有敵人出沒的危險。 用不著我們提出申請，准尉已經對各個士兵身體的強弱做出了鑒定，遺憾而且很不光榮的是，我被列為體弱者中的一員。但是，我的爭強好勝心不允許我加入留守人員或後方運輸隊的行列，我斷然決定參加行軍。 雖然意氣豪邁，但我不得不為體力之弱而煩惱。我們的小隊長不在，所以我去找了第二小隊的隊長商量。 如果有鐵路通到戰場第一線，我可以自費去那裡，請讓我去吧。I said. 第二小隊長打開地圖，說那裡沒有鐵路，多是濕地，行軍很困難。 我毅然下定決心，如果行軍途中體力不支的話，那我就扔掉背包，只要有打仗需要的槍和子彈就行了。我把這個意思報告了曹長，他說：決心去很好！如果途中出現意外的情況，在你被便衣殺死之前，我會先替你砍下你的腦袋的。 現在想來，不禁覺得很誇張。但對於缺乏戰鬥經驗的我們來說，那種決心是完全真實的。面對也許只有殘酷、黑暗、暴力肆虐的未知世界，具有一些哪怕是誇大的決心大概也是很自然的吧。 九月十八日上午九點，我們出發離開了那所抗日分子遭到水攻後把屍體留在地下室裡的學校赤化學生的學校。 由於我體弱，決定讓我乘汽車前進。所到之處，一座山也沒看見。四周是一片茫茫的平原，是一片大地即天空、天空即大地的茫茫大陸。汽車就像航行在波濤萬頃的大海上的船一樣，一上一下地顛簸著。 一望無際的白菜地和山芋地不停地向後方移去。灰塵在酷熱中瘋狂地跳躍。子牙河的支流出現了又消失，消失了又出現，這樣就到了晚上。月光皎潔，浸潤著乾涸的大地，寂寞籠罩在大地上。在青白色的寂靜之中熄了車燈的一排汽車，正在漆黑的道路上起伏，在支那的土地上朝前行進。 這時，一個三岔路口立著一塊光木墓碑。 戰場到了！我敏銳地感覺到。 我默默地想，墓地主人到底是怎樣勇敢地、怎樣痛苦地戰死的呢？他到底進行了怎樣的戰鬥？他肯定是勇敢地戰鬥，勇敢地死去的。望著敵人進行抵抗的凹地、架過機槍的土地、某個敵人流血的土地、傷藥散落的草叢，我再次上了車。 到獨流鎮有五十公里，用了十二個小時，終於在夜裡九點半到達了那裡。由於是乘汽車來的，所以馬上就命令我們投入準備。 這個小小的村子只有幾口水井，而且，這些並不是被破壞了就是被撒上了毒藥，即使不是這樣，也是不能打上來馬上就可以使用的支那水。水在軍醫進行檢查之前是禁止使用的，做飯是在那之後的事。由於是所有的人員用僅有的一口井，因此出現了特別混亂的情況。 下士哨位那邊站立著疲憊的軍馬。輜重兵要照顧軍馬，更是忙碌。 漫長的黑夜終於泛白，北部支那的風景飛入了眼簾。下士哨位處的土房邊的田地裡，爬著山芋籐，牽牛花呈現出各種各樣的笑臉裝扮著土牆。感歎過支那竟然也有牽牛花之後，我摘下一朵夾進了懷裡的筆記本中作為紀念。 獨流鎮的中央有條寬達十來米、水量頗大的混濁的黃色河流經過。支那的孩子們一副無所謂的樣子，喝著混濁的河水。他們的肚腹難道是鐵壁？下午，穿著破爛衣服的滿身泥土的士兵們從前線回來了。他們說：友軍死傷很多。屍體來不及收，就那麼放在那裡。或許有的已經餵了野狗了。支那兵也真夠頑強，不可輕視。 從這條路前進很困難。由於必須趕上二十五日的總攻擊，便退下來想由鐵路前進。三三兩兩的士兵也被打得夠嗆。 我們面面相覷，然後作出了悲傷的決定。不久，我們這會兒還活著的肉體也許會變成野狗的口中餐。總攻擊！總攻擊！這三個字不停地撞擊著我們的心。 他們的服裝比苦力的還破還髒。這些服裝在我們的腦子裡清清楚楚地描繪出了第一線戰場上的慘烈情形，據說距獨流鎮二三里（本書中作為計量單位的里，估計為日里，一日里等於八華里。），殘兵敗將出沒很多，像等著吞食落伍者的餓狼一樣在等著我們。總之，得走，得走到腳底磨穿。 到了第一線即使死了也不足惜，我們都在心裡用這話鞭策自己，擔任大隊副官的小川中尉去路上偵察，我們以為他受到了敵人的襲擊，他卻毫髮無損，安全回來了。 死亡越來越逼近眼前。當然，儘管已經充分理解所謂戰鬥就是死神在大喜大悲中瘋狂亂舞，但還是越發痛感到與死神為鄰的可怖。 已經注定要死了。已經不能生還。 Mother!younger brother!Father!妹妹！你們要多保重。我獻上了我默默的祈禱。