Chapter 7 【Volume 2 Blood Sacrifice of the Nation My Rizhi Incident War Record】

【Section 1】 November fifteenth. At 5:30 in the morning, Xinxing Maru suddenly stopped sailing for some reason.The ship was still in the midst of a vast ocean.After stopping for more than two hours, it continued to move forward.After sailing for more than an hour, the sea water became turbid, reaching the level of yellow turbidity.Ah, it turned out to be the Yangtze River!The boat was already going upstream.The place where the voyage was initially suspended was not in the sea, but at the mouth of the Yangtze River.In the distance, dozens of large ships were breathing thick smoke, as if they were on the sea. Although the ships were going backwards on the river, they could see neither the shore nor the mountains, as if they were still in the sea.

ah!The great Yangtze River!Yangzijiang, the son of the sea! The majesty of the Yangtze River is truly amazing.After continuing to sail for more than three hours, a river bank appeared faintly on the right.Forty minutes later, the river bank on the left could be seen in the distance again, and a destroyer was setting off layers of white waves to pass by the right of our ship.The river water is yellow and turbid, and the poor water quality reminds people of the Baihe River.If the children in China were asked to draw landscape paintings, they would paint the water in yellow, because all they saw was muddy water when they were born. Moreover, if water and soil were integrated, it would be difficult for children to draw rivers and rivers well.I think that when people with poor eyesight and confused eyes look from a distance, they will regard the muddy river water as a broad and flat road.

While we were chattering about where to transport ourselves, we had arrived at the Shanghai battlefield before we knew it.It is said that the friendly army is engaged in a fierce battle with the enemy army who uses the river ditch as a line of defense. The Yangtze River, the son of Wang Yanghai, contains the ups and downs of China for thousands of years, but now the vampire Chihua (Chihua, a derogatory term for the international communist movement.) wants to manipulate it; the treacherous Britain wants to swallow it; the puppet Chiang Kai-shek has destroyed Great rivers and mountains.The people are living in dire straits, struggling on the way to national subjugation.However, the great Yangtze River is still lingering to the east, and it is with the earth. When you see its horizontal line, you feel like you are in the sea.

As the boat went up, the right bank came into view clearly.About sixty military ships were also seen, full of friendly troops in khaki uniforms.There are warships moored everywhere, probably guarding the Yangtze River in coordination with seaplanes.However, I feel that the Yangtze River embraces them rather than the warships and planes guarding them. After the boat passed Wusongkou, it encountered another team of about fifty ships. This large fleet should be used to transport troops. The crew said to us: Soldiers!At night, it's like watching fireworks from the two countries! On the deck, the crew next to me told me: After the bombing, there must be a fire.

Just as the crew said, a plane flew in from nowhere, and then heard the sound of an explosion, and a raging fire ignited in the direction of Shanghai, which made people feel that this was a modern war.The war in Northern China has not yet reached the level of modern warfare. It should be said that it is just an old-fashioned battle. Usually, foreign ships are supposed to be on the river continuously, but now, there is only one foreign ship, flying the British flag, full of British refugees, going down the river. According to news reports, our army has captured the enemy's first line of defense.Ninety percent of the Chinese government's fiscal revenue comes from customs duties. The main customs base Shanghai has been owned by our army, and the sea navigation rights up to 1,000 nautical miles have been controlled by our army.

For this reason, Britain has taken hostile actions against our army, secretly aiding China, providing them with weapons, ammunition and other items from Hong Kong and Guangdong via the Guangdong-Han Railway. Chiang Kai-shek expected their assistance on the condition of allowing the Soviet Union to carry out redization in Xinjiang and Outer Mongolia. The foreign military attache stationed in Shanghai asserted in the "Times" that the Japanese branch incident would end within two or three months because the Chinese army was training Inexperienced in command and command, incomplete weapons, etc., the fatal thing is that the economy is in trouble.Chiang Kai-shek is shouting: The life of China is in the western interior!

This incident is estimated to cost 2.5 billion yen from July to January 20 of the following year, with an average daily cost of 10 million yen.The total cost of the Nissin war was 200 million yen, with an average daily cost of 450,000 yen.The total cost of the Russo-Japanese War was 1.8 billion yen, with an average daily cost of 2 million yen. Of course, the cost of modern warfare is huge. This incident sent people from all walks of life to the battlefield. Even film actors Nakata Koji, Nakayama Sadao, and drama actor Tomada Kyosuke were active on the front line.Among them, Yuda was only 38 years old when he was killed in battle. He graduated from Waseda University with a major in German and devoted himself to the drama career.Even people like him are used as cannon fodder, and we, the unknown people who are ignorant, homeless, and jobless, don't care about dying!

Recently, I often dream about my father.I dreamed of my mother last night. My mother was singing and dancing on the screen, and the audience was full.At this time, I was sitting on the second floor seat with an unshaven face, and the audience on the second floor said: The beard grows really long!Eyes are always on my face.Mother just danced on the stage with great interest. On November 16, our ship began to shell heavily, and two or three places on the right bank were covered in flames, filled with mist and rain, and it was difficult to see clearly.The order to land was received at ten o'clock at night.However, the order was canceled after a while.

At 8 a.m. on November 17, the engineering ship carrying the water transport team landed again in the chaos. After driving for 30 minutes, it approached the river bank. Countless transport ships brought a large amount of supplies and troops ashore.It's a mess. Four or five rows of wooden stakes were erected on the banks of the Yangtze River, and ships could not dock. Trench trenches were dug on the embankment, and the shooting holes faced the water. A blockhouse was built on the left side about ten meters upstream of a tributary.Facing such terrain and defense, the difficulty of landing can be imagined.When we landed, I heard that a troop landed successfully three days ago.

This is Hupu Town, almost all the houses have been destroyed, and there is not a single Chinese in sight. There are electric lights that are rarely seen in North China, and some houses have radios, which make me feel a modern atmosphere.On the narrow stone road, horses, troops, vehicles, and grain and grass passed continuously, causing chaos.It was raining, and on the road at the end of the town, soldiers were rushing to the battlefield in the rain.From the outside, it looks as chaotic as an overturned toy box. It is a group of blind men and blind horses.In fact, it is not the case, but the goal is clear and orderly.

The cannon-drawing carriage got stuck in a mud puddle.At this time, the artilleryman driving the carriage shouted: "Go forward!"Cracking their whips in the rain, the six horses desperately pulled the swaying gun carriage out of the pit, and the other artillerymen pushed forward in unison like a support pole.It rained non-stop.It seemed as if the horses, soldiers, and artillery carts had just emerged from the quagmire, and there was a mournful sound of whipping and urging horses and shouting again in the rain.The squadron leader and squad leader were no exception, they were all pushing the cannon carriage forward.Everyone is struggling with nature and the enemy. How far can the artillerymen advance in a day with such heavy carriages?Desperately advancing less than 100 meters a day, the infantry could not count on the supply of food and grass provided by the heavy soldiers and the cover of artillery, so they had to advance on their own. On November 18, each squadron divided the soldiers, some went to the front line, and some stayed in place to guard the equipment.I was very lucky, let me go to the front, and saved the face lost in Tianjin.At that time, I did not march forward with other partners, and was incorporated into the left-behind soldiers as an infirm. There were as many as fifty left-behind soldiers in our squadron. In this battle, I had no hope of surviving, and I was determined to die. Now I think: it is a miracle among miracles that people who go to the battlefield can survive!Although I was fully mentally prepared to die, I was determined to strive for a worthwhile death.Before departure, it was announced that seventeen people would be left behind to serve as rear duties, and I was one of them.The order asked us to start two days after the squadron set off, and to catch up with the troops as soon as the mission was over.The captain of the service team was Second Lieutenant Nishihara, the captain of the first team, and Noguchi and I were the only ones left from our team.I once wanted to ask to go to the front line with the squadron and let others stay behind to serve as logistics, but then I thought, it’s okay not to go, why bother? !Let fate, let nature go.In this case, if you insist on going to the front line, you may encounter the god of death waving at me, so obey the order!Life and death are up to fate, irreversible.It is natural to obey the order to die, or obey the order to live. In the end, I still obey the order and stay on duty. The 33rd and 38th regiments have already entered the frontline battle, and brought back two batches of wounded in small boats.Today, more than 50 wounded from an unknown regiment sailed down the river. It seemed that the battle on the front line was intense. Here, I met a few soldiers who looked like soldiers doing loading and unloading operations. They were dressed in Japanese military uniforms and helmets, but they looked like Chinese people.I thought they were defectors or captives, so they put on Japanese military uniforms. After inquiring, I found out that they belonged to the Taiwan Army. When they heard the word "shengfan", they immediately thought of ferocity and savagery, but they were all meek and ordinary people. I heard that their monthly salary is 40 yen, and they are members of the army.They asked us about the Japanese soldier's allowance, and they were surprised to find that their own was higher than ours. The scenery of Central China is completely different from that of North China, almost the same as that of the mainland. There are bamboo forests, pines and cypresses, and various miscellaneous trees, and mountains can be seen.The structure of the house is not much different from that in the interior. The gabled roof is covered with pancake-style tiles, which has never been seen in Northern China.Facing this kind of scenery, we did not feel far away from the inland and in China.It is said that the area around Hupu Town used to be Kobo Daishi (Hongbo Daishi, 774-835), that is, Kukai, a monk in the early Heian period, and the ancestor of the Japanese Shingon sect.In 804 (the 20th year of Tang Zhenyuan), together with Zuicheng and others, he sent Tang envoys to China.He returned to China in 806 (the first year of Tang Yuanhe). ) visited places.The stench of human and horse manure was everywhere in the town.Suddenly, a stern reprimand came from a dilapidated room: Are you afraid of going to the fire line? You are afraid of war!You are embarrassing to the Japanese!Shame on the Japanese army!Bitch!coward! You die in the hospital! I go!go together!I am not afraid of war! Got it!go to the hospital! Painful groans and low sobs came from the low and damp earthen house.It turned out that the team leader was reprimanding a recruit who had to be hospitalized due to chancre, suspecting that he was afraid of going to the battlefield, so he slapped him twice.Because on the battlefield, apart from being wounded, we can't be considered sick. We can only die in battle.Death in battle, the best doctor awaits us; enemy bullets, the greatest injection awaits us; and the battlefield, the largest hospital, where all medical instruments are filled with gunpowder.That recruit should be dragging his heavy legs to let the enemy's bullets inject him for a thorough cure.You have made a shameful mistake, poor recruit! It was finally decided that we servicemen rushed to the front the next morning. I took a boat to make contact about food.In this battle, I was ready to sacrifice, wrote the last letter to my parents, and gave the crew a piece of silver stolen from Northern China, and asked him to send the letter. I wrote to my father in a letter: I will be a pile of bones in this battle, and this is my last letter.If I die in battle, please give Shigeichi to Chuansuke as an adopted son. Please send greetings to the whole family! November nineteenth.In the morning, it was originally planned to go ashore with a day's rations for twenty-two people.However, the strong wind that blew up from last night has now turned into a storm, and there are big waves in the Yangtze River, making it impossible to sail.I feel very sympathetic to the more than 20 people on the shore. They have no food and drinking water. In front of me, there is a row of lunch boxes full of rice and water jugs full of water. They have to spend the day on the Xinxing Maru boat.In the large empty cabin, the baggage soldiers were playing poker or playing cards in groups of three or four.They always complain about not having enough to eat and feel hungry all the time.It was a blessing in disguise, I have a lot of rice left here, enough for me to feed myself for twenty-two days.I can exchange rice for cigarettes, and each box of rice can be exchanged for a pack of Golden Bat cigarettes. The Yangtze River is indeed a big river, with turbulent waves no less than the sea, and the masts of countless military ships stand in the misty rain. At night, too cold to sleep in the empty cabin, I bought whiskey and Russian Toffee from the crew and took a hot bath.Covered with four or five mats, drinking whiskey and chewing Russian sugar, I miss the people in my hometown. November 20th.Today, the storm did not stop for a moment, but it got bigger and bigger. An old sailor who had been to the Siberian battlefield told me about the situation that year, and also said: The battle in Shanghai was very difficult, unlike Nanjing, which has mountains on three sides. To besiege, we must have the same mental preparation as when we attacked Lushun back then. Recently, I often dream about my adoptive mother. November twenty-first.Today, the wind and waves are still high on the river, making it impossible to sail.But after the rain stopped, the sky cleared up, so we hitchhiked a boat and went ashore.The land is in chaos, human feces are everywhere, and there is nowhere to stay.The most hateful thing is that Japanese businessmen actually engaged in wicked and traitorous activities in Hupu Town.In the corner of the destroyed house, a group of Jewish egoists are making bad yokan from confiscated red beans.They brought five or six drawers from someone's house, and poured the mixture of red beans, cabbage and sugar into them.The soldiers who had lost the sweetness in their mouths flocked to it as if they had found an oasis in the desert, so there were crowds of people in front of this counterfeit store, and people rushed to buy it.A soldier squeezed into the crowd, stretched out his hand and shouted: "Give me fifty coins!"A nasty fellow cut off an amount that would normally be bought for ten bucks with a navy knife, and handed it over in what must have been confiscated notebook paper.Whether you buy one yuan or one yuan and fifty yuan, the amount given is almost the same. The shopkeeper operated the knife with his right hand, and with his left hand, he stuffed large amounts of paper money issued by the Bank of Korea into his pocket.His belly was filled with food to satisfy his appetite, and his waistline was filled with money to satisfy his desire for money: Seeing that his huge belly could hardly move. Despite the huge profits, the soldiers did not hesitate to rush to buy them with the money they earned from hard work. Soldiers have to buy it no matter how expensive it is.More and more people are buying, and the price is getting higher and higher. No matter how high the price is, people will buy it. On the battlefield, compared with money and things, things are the first.Soldiers may die tomorrow, and there is nothing to buy on the battlefield, so it is better to spend all the money on hand.Usually, people cut down on food and clothing in order to save money. This is not greed for money, but the way of housekeeping.Therefore, I am deeply indignant when I see what this Japanese businessman has done.This is out-and-out treason and Jewish egoism.It's outrageous that robbers are taking money from soldiers who might go to heaven tomorrow.Out-and-out traitor!Although I really wanted to have a good meal at the time, but I didn't dare to reach out when I saw it was too dirty. In addition, I hated the merchants, and at the same time hated those soldiers who were like hungry wolves for their lack of promise and ambition, so I had to cast my anger on it. gaze. Why don't these soldiers hate and spurn this traitorous robber businessman? This all-pervasive businessman, who came to the battlefield with the purpose of racking his brains to plunder the soldiers' money, is an abominable fellow. Evil comes with evil.A few hours later, the merchant was arrested by the gendarmes. In the cloudy rain, a tented boat came from the upper reaches, carrying 30 wounded people. November twenty-second.Today, we go to the front lines.On the muddy road, the artillerymen pushed the cannon forward like a group of headless chickens, complaining all the way. The horse stopped and whined endlessly, and the soldiers sighed angrily: "The whole body is covered with mud, and it took a lot of effort to advance fifty meters!"At this speed, they can't keep up with attacking Nanjing.You know, the infantry advances forty kilometers a day. Meili is a big town, which has been devastated by the bombing.Electric lights are also installed in this town.There are also two-story buildings, which are absolutely not seen in Beizhina. The two-story building seems to have a cultural atmosphere, and the electric lights are suitable for a cultural city, but China is culturally backward after all.The walls on both sides of every house are made of thin bricks.There are piles of rubble everywhere in the town, dilapidated, and there is no place to stand.At the end of the town there is a tall tower, the top of which has been blown up, and the dead branches of late autumn are blowing, and the bell has dimmed and is crumbling.We originally planned to stay in Meili for one night, but because there was no room to live in, we had to move on.After dark, camping in a small village.At night, the goat bleats pitifully like a baby, and its sad bleating makes the late autumn night even more miserable and sad.There were no villagers in the village. When I walked into a house that was about to collapse, I saw two Chinese people who were seriously ill and could not escape, lying and moaning, looking disgusting. Hundreds of catties of rice are piled high in the well-swept yard, and every grain is the crystallization of the hard work of kind farmers.At present, they are forced to flee from home, even throwing away the opportunity to sell the rice they have worked hard for a year for money. We don’t need to collect firewood for cooking and boiling water here. We set a fire on the rice pile and solve all the problems of boiling water, cooking and roasting the fire.The rice is burned all night long, causing great waste. That night, I had a dream like this: People from my hometown brought a movie, left a teaser poster and went back. I asked my mother to hang it up, but she didn't, and I was furious.The mother said: The clerk said he would hang up, so I didn't hang up! I was with my father at Narakuchi Muroi (the word in the original manuscript is unclear.) House, Tokidai Saburo came to my house to borrow money from my father.At seven o'clock in the morning, I walked into the main room and saw him sitting there impatiently. At this time, the mother was also on the side, because both parties who borrowed money felt that it was difficult to speak, so they sat silently facing each other. At around twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, I went to Shizuko's place, and there seemed to be a geisha present. November 23rd. I had a dream last night, and I woke up very late this morning, leaving at nine o'clock.The sky darkened, and the muddy road made it difficult to move.The Taiwanese heavy soldiers fell behind, and they walked together, panting and moving forward.Amidst the scolding of the heavy soldiers, the freshmen pushed their carts forward on the muddy road. It is late autumn, the autumn wind is bleak, and the fallen leaves are falling.Birds wailed in the treetops.The corpses of the enemy soldiers who died of hatred were thrown in the muddy water like pies, glaring.The baggage soldiers stepped on the corpses one by one, and the baggage carts ran over the corpses one by one.The river was full of water and gurgling.On the trees by the river, some leaves are dyed red and yellow, while others are still green, luxuriant and lively.There is a branch hanging upside down in the water, making ripples, and the sight is unforgettable to me. I reached out and tried the river water, it was freezing cold.At this time, five or six tent boats transporting the wounded came down the river from the upper reaches.The wounded with bandages on their heads, hands, and chests stared listlessly at the water surface in a daze. What were they thinking?One of the wounded raised his head. I gave him a thank you nod, and he gave me a small nod.The canopy boat was like a folded bamboo leaf, drifting past us silently.In the bushes came the chirping of birds foraging. We go down the river.It is distressing to see the continuous flow of ships carrying the wounded down the river. The Chinese soldiers dropped ten heavy guns on the side of the road, all excellent guns, and a lot of ammunition was scattered.It may be that the roads are not good, and the Japanese army pursued them, so they couldn't take it away. There is a mountain far away. I heard that Changshu City is at the foot of the mountain.We picked up the pace of our march on the muddy road.In the afternoon, I camped in a small village surrounded by a small river. In the river, dozens of ducks were playing in the water. There were leaves blown by the cold wind floating on the water, and maple leaves hanging upside down on the river. It was a golden autumn scene. In the evening, I slaughtered a pig and had a delicious meal. On November 24th, marched towards Changshu at 7:30 in the morning.Changshu is the seat of the county and is a beautiful city.Spacious stone roads, row upon row of shops and hotels, since entering Central China, what is particularly striking is that anti-Japanese propaganda texts are written everywhere on the walls, which is rarely seen in North China.This shows how resolute the anti-Japanese training is here, and how high the anti-Japanese enthusiasm of the people is.Everyone commented: Zhongzhina's anti-Japanese ideology is very firm, you can't be soft on them, kill them if you want, and rob them if you want!Northern China is the sphere of influence under our control, and we cannot burn, kill or loot without authorization. We've looted everything from camera shops to watch shops, and it's a county with lights and telephones.The Twelfth Squadron was stationed there.There, I met Kido-kun, a ronin, by chance, and he gave me some sugar.The road after leaving Changshu City is easy to walk, comparable to that in the mainland, and there are several field heavy artillery on the road.The trucks pulled these cannons, and the huge barrels passed us majestically.The corpses of the enemy soldiers on the road were crushed by cars and baggage trucks so that their internal organs flowed out everywhere, which was unbearable to see. The civilian telephone lines have been occupied by our army, and the lighting lines have been cut off.Our army's trucks flowed endlessly on the five wide roads.On the march the next day, I caught a boy to carry my backpack for me.In the distance came the sound of rumbling cannons, like thunder.The line of fire is approaching.So, we quickened our pace, and the boy followed silently with his backpack on his back.On the way, he suddenly found the team leader Nishimoto standing by the roadside with his hand on his left abdomen.I wonder, why is Nishimoto here alone? what are you doing here It's a lottery!There was an enemy army on the hill about one mile ahead, and they were shot in the stomach when they attacked. Only you? Qianshan was killed, and Mr. Zhuqiao was injured in the abdomen and went to the rear.The squad leader, Warrant Officer Uchiyama, was also killed.Other squads and detachments also suffered heavy casualties.Ono Cao's long leg was also pierced by bullets, and he and other wounded were taken to the village over there. Said, Captain Nishimoto pointed to the woods about 200 meters away from here.We were all taken aback when we heard this.Qianshan, who was still in high spirits when they broke up in Hupu Town, died, Zhuqiao and Nishimoto were seriously injured, and even Warrant Officer Uchiyama died.We were very surprised by such a big change after only a few days of separation.It is said that the first brigade has been ordered to force the vanguard and rush to the front line by truck.At ten o'clock in the morning on the 23rd, we encountered the enemy.The terrible thing is that our army has neither artillery nor heavy machine guns.Our squad leader was negligent and let the grenadier (a small weapon that fires cannonballs, the shells are loaded from the barrel and have a relatively short range) to stay behind to do duties. As a result, the grenadier became silent.According to the original plan, the rear duties could be completed in a few hours, and the squad leader left the loader without hesitation.Unexpectedly, a strong wind blew up, the service work was delayed, and an accident happened.Our third team is on duty with Corporal Sasuke. Our team leader, Warrant Officer Uchiyama, is a rambling person, and what he often talks about on weekdays is: I will not die when others die.After returning to China, I will go door to door to condolences to the families of the officers and soldiers who died in the squadron.Can I not die myself?It is not clear why the captain is so confident.As far as I think, it may be due to blind belief in some religion.For example, followers of Fahua Sect have been superstitious since ancient times that accidental death does not exist.The gentle and kind image of this warrant officer and his famous saying that my feet hurt because I eat too much will make me unforgettable forever.We are very saddened by the death of the captain.After the death of the warrant officer, Morizaki Cho-chan and Ono So-chan were left. I couldn't help but feel that the sweet fruit was gone, and all that was left was the bitter, sour fruit that was hard to swallow.Qianshan joined the team in the fifth year of the Showa era, and he is also a kind-hearted person.Now, my comrade-in-arms, the victim of a brutal killing, will always bless us. We, yes, we will indict the enemies who killed them.We are determined, and the death of a comrade-in-arms can only strengthen our will, and it will always be remembered in our hearts.We are passionate.Tonight, we decided to camp in the village at the foot of the mountain where our comrades were killed.Near the village lay the corpses of two or three enemy regular soldiers who were only twelve or thirteen years old. They were the corpses of cute young soldiers.I can't imagine that such a young boy is also carrying a gun and fighting. When the girls saw us entering the village, they were all trembling with fright.Some of the soldiers became lustful at the sight of women.At this time, what we urgently need is rice. Since the food supply is not available, we rely on local expropriation.When I walked into a farmer's house, I saw seven women cowering in the corner, and the men were bound by our people, waiting to die. A seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl smeared black ash on her face, looking particularly dirty, hiding behind her mother and grandmother.Although I want to say to them who are trembling with fear, don't worry, I won't hurt you.But they couldn't understand the language, so they had to smile to show their kindness and let them take out the rice and process it into rice.All the rice from their family was confiscated by the Chinese soldiers, there was not a single grain left, and the rest was millet.They put the rice into the stone mortar and pound it straight with wooden sticks, which is simply the most stupid primitive pounding method.While I was smoking and waiting for the rice, Second Lieutenant Nishihara barged in.He rolled his eyes and looked at them one by one, and found that the girl had smeared her face black, and roared angrily: Why did this bastard make such a dirty look on purpose?Tell her to dress up beautifully in front of our Japanese soldiers! The second lieutenant searched the house, but found no suspicious person.When he raised his leg and was about to go out, he said viciously: "The people in this village are the same as those in the neighboring villages. Kill them all!"None of the three-year-old children from the neighboring village stayed behind.After the business here is over, prevent them from escaping, and clean them up tomorrow morning!With a sneeze, the saber was sheathed, and the second lieutenant walked away. Why must these women and children be killed?What can be gained by killing the babies who are waiting to be fed and the women who are holding them in fear? Just now, when the man tied to the tree was stabbed by the bayonet and screamed, blood dripping, the seven or eight-year-old child was so frightened that he cried and trembled as if he was being burned.Needless to say, they probably hated our Japanese army.But so what?What can these effeminate country women do?You can't resent them just because their children are carrying guns and fighting on the front line of the Anti-Japanese War. Why did you give birth to such a son! It is only natural to hate the enemy's army.However, letting them live will have no effect on our army's certainty of victory.So, I decided to let them escape.The reason why I have such an idea is because I have the intention to repay them for pounding rice for me, and they are sincere and kind to me when they meet each other.I took out the notebook and wrote on it the words "you wait until twelve o'clock to escape". They read it in turn while holding it in their hands, but none of them understood it.In desperation, I had no choice but to pull out my waist knife, grabbed a woman, and said to her: Tomorrow, you will be like this!As she said that, she pressed the knife to her chest, and she was startled, thinking that I was really going to kill her.At this moment, they finally understood that they would die tomorrow morning, and they were terrified.I took them to the back door, pointed to twelve o'clock on my watch, and told them: Yours, this one!So they fully understood what I meant, tears came out of their eyes with gratitude, and they knelt on the ground and thanked me three times and nine times. The sun finally went down.I felt that I had done a good deed and returned to the unit with two liters of rice.On the drying ground in front of the dormitory, three Chinese people who had just been killed were lying in a pool of blood.It is said that he was killed only a few minutes ago, and the blood is flowing on the ground like a licking snake's tongue.Realizing that there was no way for the boy coolie to escape before we went to bed, I took him into a dark, empty room and tied him up with loose ropes.After that, I stopped by to see if the group of women during the day had escaped, and I saw that the room was empty. They escaped before twelve o'clock, and none of them was left behind. Passing the door of the dormitory of the second team, there was a lewd noise from the room.When I entered the room, I saw a girl sitting there tremblingly, and six soldiers were drinking and having fun around the stove. She was one of the girls I let go.Wu Zhang Zhujian said to me triumphantly: Dongjun!you are fine!Lao Sa, girl's, everything is available!Next, fucked fucked!OK OK!Said to have a drink.All eyes were on the girl. Where did you catch it!I asked. These guys were just running back and we caught them.It's a pity to just kill him like this, we want to be as satisfied as possible before we kill!Takema replied, laughing again.She was still caught.I think her life is really bad.Forget it, I didn't mention the matter of letting her go. You say try to be satisfied?Who is it to satisfy?I asked. I want to satisfy this girl! The girl agreed!ha!ha!ha Hello!Who will do it first?Okuyama!How are you? Thanks!Hello!girl!Come, come, come! Okuyama took the girl and disappeared into the night, as if she was brought into Jiutian Shigeko (should be Jiuten Douji or Jiudian Douzi, an ancient Japanese thief who dressed up as a ghost, specializing in stealing property and plundering women , children.) The girl in the cave.After a while, we took a look out of curiosity. Then, two or three soldiers went to replace Okuyama and disappeared into the darkness. At eight o'clock the next morning, the village was set on fire like straw, and off we went! On the avenue leading to Nanjing, there was a constant stream of vehicles, horses and people flocking to the front line.There were two hydrogen balloons floating in the air, and several cars parked under the balloons were communicating with the heavy artillery. The large heavy artillery erected its horns like a leaping bull, and the brutal bullets and gunpowder were loaded with death and flew towards the target. We have finally entered the hell of cruelty and injustice.In the fields next to the road, the dead bodies of men and horses were everywhere.A group of hungry and cold teenagers surrounded the dead horse like flies, chopping up the horse's meat with big kitchen knives.In our eyes, they are like a pack of hungry wolves. Before long we were sweating and exhausted.At this time, I met a large number of officers and soldiers with high spirits.I heard that they have captured Wuxi and are preparing to enter the city with a whole team.We finally joined the squadron here.I was sitting on the side of the road when Jun Hengshan came to me and said: Dong, where have you been?The battle is fierce!We destroyed the barbed wire with blasting canisters, opening the way for the infantry to charge.Our squad leader was hit, and I am now the acting squad leader.After hearing these words, I feel quite uncomfortable.The comrades-in-arms were triumphant and full of air after winning the battle.We didn't catch up, and felt that we were a bit shorter than others, and couldn't help but feel inferior. We really didn't have the right to continue talking about the battle with Yokoyama Jun, so we had to listen attentively, and were sincerely happy for his achievements and survival. Yokoyama Jun!There is still plenty to fight!It's far from over.I don't know where Nanjing is, and it hasn't been occupied yet!As I say this, I pray that there will be a more intense fight than they did last night.Only in this way can I sit on an equal footing with them, otherwise I can only judge for them.Dear fellow engineering soldier Cao Hengshan Chun made special meritorious service in this battle and became a model soldier of our army. All the officers and soldiers of the squadron assembled at the edge of the field. We bypassed the pancake-shaped landmines carefully dug out by the engineers in sequence, and arrived at the squadron's position.The comrades-in-arms were covered with mud and formed a Wuxi-style formation.I don't know which army was ahead of us.At this time, three or four soldiers booed, hello!Hello!yelled hello. Why not let our first brigade enter the city first?We are the ones attacking the city!We are the ones who do our best!We are the ones who won the battle!We should be the first to enter the city!Which unit are the boys who are walking in front of us proudly? The captain is too honest, and he suffers from being useless!said another soldier. damn it!Maybe the newspapers are going to report the entry of other troops into the city.The news is just trying to deceive the bastards in China.We are all unsung heroes!Another aggrieved he said. We are the ones who suffer the most, we are the ones who suffer the most, and we are the ones who bleed!But the first to enter the city, occupy a good dormitory, and requisition abundant food and grass are those who stand still.The guy who didn't bleed!Even if they are powerful, we can't beat them! They whined nonstop and brazenly.Such dissatisfaction is bound to arise on such occasions.Because the soldiers always feel that only they are the ministers who have worked hard and made great achievements in the rain of bullets.They only see what is in front of them, and their vision is narrow. Wuxi is a big city.As soon as we arrived at the residence, we hurriedly collected everywhere. The soldiers, like a group of porters, hurriedly carried white bags of flour from the flour warehouse. The shops were crowded with soldiers, and there were everything from sugar, fruit, canned food, etc., all of which were kept intact in every shop.The people should have fled with these goods a long time ago, and now there are so many of them there, probably because they were deceived by the frequent lies of the victory reports of the Chinese soldiers and our army. We first made sweet rice cake and red bean porridge to fill our stomachs.Regarding the expropriation, the squadron leader scolded us inexplicably.According to him, except for rice, the act of expropriating other things is a sin.He accused us of expropriating flour and was furious at us for expropriating sugar. However, he said to the soldiers in the command squad: Some teams and sub-units also make noodles, sweet rice cakes and small bean porridge, which is a feast for the taste. Is the command squad just lazy?A salivating tone. The principle of the squadron leader is: Expropriation is strictly prohibited.However, sweet rice cakes, red bean porridge and noodles can be eaten. This kind of contradictory and awkward words made Monk Zhang Er puzzled after we heard it.So, simply take it as a windfall and ignore it. A large pile of snow-white refined flour is made into sweet rice cakes, red bean porridge, noodles and so on.士兵們在路邊趕做麵條，身上沾滿了白面，馬從這條狹窄的道路通過時，拉下了許多糞便，士兵們順手就將手裡的軟麵團擲向馬屁股。反正麵粉有的是。結果，馬糞上就像被撒了一層石灰一樣。 大家開始在城邊的湖裡洗衣服，洗澡。那些狼吞虎嚥的人，吃得躺下來連呼吸都感到困難。 我的背包裡塞滿了徵收來的點心、砂糖，此外還有名人字畫、兩把有姓名落款的折扇、一罐備用糖精和一罐奶粉等，這就增加了行軍的負荷。只要有了砂糖就能做好吃的，所以我們盡可能多帶些砂糖。 貪吃的野口終於吃壞了肚子，成了病號。他把自己的胃當做糖袋，裝了一肚子甜食，第二天，我撿了一輛沒有外胎。 咯吱咯吱作響的人力車，滿載糧食和野口的背包便出發了。 沿途火災四起，老太婆們哭得死去活來，痛不欲生。她們的怒罵、詛咒，在我們聽來，不過是又一群鳥兒在鳴叫。這就是戰敗，這就是戰爭。成千上萬的部隊洪水般地從無錫城裡湧了出來。 沿著鐵路向武進進發。我們分隊因為一邊護理野口，一邊前進，所以不得不落在大部隊的後頭。野口一個人的不小心，給我們大家添了麻煩，掉在大部隊後面一百多米。我們這夥人就像搬家一樣，嘴裡哼著小調，拉著被糧食和背包壓得幾乎快散架的人力車。 突然，不知從什麼地方傳來了槍聲。心想，一旦戰鬥打響，這一車東西怎麼辦？戰鬥並不只在公路上打響，人力車並非處處能夠通行，況且，更不可能拉著它在槍林彈雨中四處奔跑。 於是，我們想抓一個苦力。午飯剛過，我們抓來了一個正在田間揮鋤翻上的老頭，讓他替我們背行李。這個老人看來已是年過六旬，出於我們的需要，不能可憐他，我們盡可能多地背上糧食，剩下的糧食也讓老頭盡量多背些。我們的背包實在太重了，如果這時跌倒在地，就會像翻了身的烏龜一樣，若無人相助，就不用想再站起來，但是因為我們的貪婪，儘管很苦，終究沒有捨得扔掉一點。 我軍一彈未發便佔領了常州，看來敵人放棄了常州，撤退到丹陽準備死守。各家的牆上都用粉筆寫著丹陽集合。由此便可準確地判斷出敵人所逃之地。原來是敵人已潰不成軍，指揮失靈，無奈只好依靠丹陽集合的形式傳達命令。 十二月二日。正午剛過就抵達丹陽附近。第一大隊沿著小河前進，我第三中隊擔任尖兵中隊，並且還給我們配備了一個重機槍小隊。右邊鐵道上為第四中隊，河的左岸上為第二中隊，兩隊齊頭並進。戰鬥陣形部署完畢，只等發令開炮了。 我中隊第一、第二小隊為一線部隊，我所在的第三小隊為預備隊，我所在的分隊只留下了野口和苦力，其他人員全部加入了戰鬥行列。 戰鬥中傷亡很大。西原少尉受到已經出現的死傷情況的刺激，十分緊張。他率領第一小隊奮戰前進。第三中隊對面竹林裡有兩三戶人家，竹林中捷克式機槍正在吐出火舌。 西原少尉已將生死置之度外，沖在前頭，高喊：前進！攻擊！奮不顧身地向敵人衝去。可是，對這一有勇無謀的行為，子彈並沒有留情，毫不客氣地打中了西原少尉的肚子，少尉應聲倒下了。第一小隊失去指揮後，成了預備隊，決定由我們第三小隊接替他們上火線繼續戰鬥。 我們散開隊形前進。進入窪地後，卸下背包準備出擊。 左邊有一條低窪的路，臭水河的對面是竹林。 為了減少我方傷亡，我們從低窪道路逼近敵人。因為前方的敵人沒有發現我們，我們能毫不費力地前進。不料，左後方遭到了敵人猛烈的射擊，突如其來的射擊使我們措手不及。 其火力點設在臭水河對面的竹林裡。捷克式機槍正在猛烈地向我們射擊，嚴重地威脅著我們。沒有任何東西可以掩蔽身子，我們只能爬上山脊臥倒。這樣處理實在得當。因為敵人子彈從低處向這裡射來，而我們卻臥倒在山脊，恰好成了射擊的死角。 山脊上是一個個上饅頭式的墳堆，我們正好加以利用，各自前進。重機槍從後方猛烈射擊，掩護我們。出擊之際，我們要首先擊退左後方竹林裡的敵人，於是，向竹林裡發射了幾枚擲彈筒，把敵人的機槍打啞了。這時，正面敵人的捷克式機槍瘋狂地向我們掃射。每隔幾秒鐘，子彈就像一陣風向我們飛來。我們在墳堆後面隱蔽向前接近敵人。子彈射在地上，震耳欲聾。但是，我們並不害怕。brute!我們只感到怒火在胸中燃燒。此時此刻，我們的一切行動，好像魔鬼附體一般。然而，並非喪失理智，盲目行動。我們的大腦極度冷靜，仍不乏敏銳，在這種極度的亢奮中，淹沒了其他所有的感情，冷靜的大腦只保持著敏銳的觀察和大膽的判斷。與其說我們是考慮敵我關係、與友軍的關係以及敵人的狀況，不如說是憑自己的實際感覺和判斷，採取有效的行動。友軍掩護我們的重機槍子彈猶如飛沙走石，在敵軍頭上撤下。但是，敵人絲毫不買賬，繼續瘋狂地向我們掃射。還不是出擊的時候。中隊長手持軍刀等待時機。敵人的子彈射在墳堆上，零零星星的墳堆一個接一個地成了射擊的目標。士兵們利用敵人轉移目標和裝子彈的空隙，不斷向他們逼進。 中隊長閣下，發射擲彈筒怎麼樣？不知是誰建議。 OK!Hello!射擊手！先打兩發看看！中隊長回答。 一會兒，射擊手在隱蔽處打了兩發。擲彈的爆炸聲很大，聽起來讓人以為是炮彈。僅僅是兩發擲彈就使敵人喪魂落魄，敵人的機槍頓時成了啞巴。見此狀，荒木伍長一躍而出，大家心領神會，無須吹衝鋒號，也不用下命令，都知道衝鋒的時刻到了！大家不約而同地手握閃閃發光的刺刀步槍，一鼓作氣向敵人衝去。七十米！六十米！五十米！跑得氣喘吁吁。這時，八田一等兵倒下了。其他幾個也撲通。撲通接二連三地中彈倒下了。live?or die?閃電般地在我的腦海裡明滅。 太陽已經掛在白塔的頂上，微有寒意的樹枝飄零著黃葉。 敵人盤踞的竹林裡，架機槍的地點落滿了彈殼，還有幾百發子彈在彈藥箱裡原封未動。竹林裡的房子己成廢墟，院牆和屋牆上開有可以通過人的大洞。太陽從白塔的頂端逐級下降，戰鬥淹沒在這寧靜的夜幕之中。 突然接到了緊急命令：火速做飯！到處燃起了篝火，士兵們在黑暗裡像鬼怪一樣浮現出來，忙成一團。 做完飯就出發了。 第二天我們行軍在寬廣的大道上，下午一點左右到達了白兔鎮。在這裡，我們接到了令人喜出望外的命令中隊將在這個村子駐紮一週左右，各宿舍務必打掃乾淨！這真是大喜過望，令人鼓舞。 我們立刻去找來了麵粉、赤豆，還殺了豬，準備美餐，張羅睡處。聽說中隊長將親自到每個宿舍檢查衛生情況，所以大家修建廁所、進行打掃，忙得不亦樂乎。 我們開始動手做甜小豆粥。忙了一陣後，總算掃清地方。 搭好了槍架、舖好床、宰了豬。我們在鍋裡煮著小豆，倒在舖上抽著煙議論：攻打首都南京正處在最關鍵的時候，卻為何讓我們駐紮在這裡按兵不動。對其原因，我們交換著各自的推測。 正當我們閒聊了約一個小時的時候，傳令兵帶來了令人憤慨的命令：立即準備出發！ 不滿、牢騷、憤慨之聲四處響起： 這是世界上最短的一個星期！ 一星期只有四小時！ 趕快請中隊長來檢查廁所！ 還要檢查槍架和清潔狀況！ 還有更重要的呢！請受檢查的中隊長快來，看看我的屁股眼是否乾淨！ Oh shit!如果不嚷嚷檢查檢查，老子可以美美地睡上四小時，這一來泡湯了！ 我們氣得一邊罵街，一邊不得不趕緊整裝待發。 野口帶來了三個苦力。一個是十六七歲的可愛的少年，一個是三十歲左右的青年，另一個是年過六旬的老頭。 其他分隊把糧食馱在牛背上，還有人把半生不熟的赤豆裝在簍子裡帶走。 短暫的一週駐紮就這樣過去了，我們行進在一片遼闊的丘陵地帶。越過不長草木、一片紅土的丘陵，邁上了通往南京的大道。 傍晚到了一個村子，據說從這裡到南京只有十五里。南京的敵人正在撤返，有一部分部隊已在句容佈下了陣地，我大隊是聯隊右翼先遣部隊，任務是向這裡的敵人發起攻擊。 我們在這個村子裡做晚飯。我們走進了一戶人家，房子很大，二樓有許多書籍，看來主人和兒子很愛學習。