Chapter 10 【Volume 2 Blood Sacrifice of the Nation My Rizhi Incident War Record】

【Section Four】 All in all, people are weak. We also clearly realize that people who are timid, insecure, suspicious, and fearful are more likely to be tempted. Death is possible everywhere, and the bullet broom is sucking blood greedily. When people are extremely weak, restless, and suspicious, if God declares that they will die if they fart at 5:32:30, this soldier will definitely not fart at 5:32:30.For such a small thing as big as a sesame mung bean, he may believe it to be true, or even if he doesn't believe it, he will definitely think that he can't do bad things. But this superstition, which is actually very boring, was limited to before the outbreak of war.

Once the war started, in the rain of bullets, fear, anxiety, and suspicion were all thrown away, and I only believed that life and death were destined. The word life and death was like a light, and I don’t know how many times it flashed in my mind.Everyone must accept their fate on the battlefield, this is the last philosophy. At the last moment, no matter whether you are dodging the bullet or facing the bullet, there is no safe place. There is danger everywhere, and death is possible everywhere. At that time, life and death must be determined. Even if you take small things to heart, believe in superstition, doubt the results of divination and fear, if you go to a place to avoid death, there is still more than enough time.

It is very important on the battlefield to believe that life and death are destined, and to be sure that you will never die.I was convinced that the bullet would not hit me because I was thinking in my heart: After so many battles, I was not injured at all.This certainty may be because I believe in the Nichiren sect like Warrant Officer Uchiyama, and I believe that God will pray for me specially; maybe it is because the result of today's divination is good; maybe it is because I brought an amulet today.Although I have no such grounds, I am sure that the bullet will not hit me. I couldn't help feeling ups and downs, remembering that my sister in Osaka once visited the God of Day and Night and prayed to God.She wrote to me and said: No matter how terrible the bullets hit you, you will never die.I have always believed in this sentence.

Each of us wants to live, not to die, but even so, we did not shrink back when we fought.This is because we both want to live and believe that life and death are preordained.What is fate?I can't explain it, but we feel its mysterious power.Now there is a wounded soldier who is facing death, terrified and yearning for the beauty of life.Wrapped in his coat, he writhed and struggled.Anyone can feel like him. The air was filled with the stench of burning people, and there was the sound of flames burning outside the house. Hello!Don't be sad, the health team will be here soon, and you will recover soon and return to the squadron.goodbye.

I meditated along the way, getting farther and farther away from the blue house.Suddenly there was the rattling sound of a car, and when I looked up, it turned out to be the car of the heavy soldiers carrying food and ammunition, and it was the small luggage team of the first brigade.Because of the bad road, they didn't catch up with the big troops after they landed, and they were slow, and they didn't get here until now. One of them, surnamed Zhongkou, was from my hometown. I heard that the First Battalion was wiped out, isn't it?he asks.It's not that serious. I replied sadly.Yeah?That's good.Nanjing has fallen, we have won!he exclaimed excitedly.I jumped up like a whipped horse: Yes!Nanjing has fallen, we have won!We won.And said: Yes, Mr. Jinzang, we have won!I ran and yelled.

Everyone is waiting for my return.They were bayonet-armed and were on guard to prevent enemy attacks. They said they wanted to place the wounded as soon as possible, because the wounds were very painful without treatment.In the afternoon, two stretcher soldiers arrived with great difficulty. When we handed over the wounded to the health team, night was about to fall. We decided to stay here tonight, but we had no food and had to solve it ourselves. In the evening, the artillery team and the luggage team also came here. I wore shoes that were painfully hard like boats, and walked on the asphalt road.There is a sign on the side of the road, which says Sifang City Road. The lush trees are neatly arranged, and there are white benches under the trees. It is a place for girls to take a walk and lovers to talk about love. The line of sight moved to the slope on the left, where there was an unsightly trench. On the excavated loess, cosmetics of the Women's Army were scattered scattered, and the corpses of Chinese anti-Japanese heroes were lying here and there.

I approached the artillery.The artillerymen tied their horses to roadside trees and were preparing their vehicles for dinner.I begged one of the soldiers for a little rice, and he said he wanted to give it to me, but because there were very few of them, and he was not allowed to give it to the soldiers of other teams. I am begging everywhere like a monk who begs for alms.Suddenly found Sasebo's baggage team, they were stationed in a bereaved family school.I told the sentinel everything from the night attack last night to now with the wounded, and asked him if he could give some rice for the wounded to eat.The sentinel seemed very sympathetic to me, told me to wait a moment, ran inside, came out after a while, and took me to the second lieutenant.The second lieutenant took pity on me and gave me four liters of rice.The sentry told the second lieutenant about our situation in detail, so the second lieutenant gave me soybean paste as a side food.I didn't expect to get soy sauce, so I thanked you repeatedly, and when I was about to leave after saluting, the second lieutenant said, "Wait a minute, there are still good things for you to eat, don't tell others."The second lieutenant walked out from inside as he spoke, holding a paper bag in his hand.This is dried shredded radish, which is delicious.Don't tell others, my army rarely has them, this is a special meal, specially for you.The second lieutenant whispered, as if handing me a jewel.

I thanked you a lot and left there. On the way, there was a square pool that looked like a source of running water. Many soldiers washed rice there. I also filled the kettle and returned to Sifang City. We slept in a corner of the basement, and the sentry stood on the stairs in the basement, no matter how many enemies came, we could deal with them.We put the planks together for a bed, put on coats, and it became a bedroom. On the 14th, at 10:30 in the morning, we walked on the Sifang City Road in the sunshine under the sunshine.Sasebo's transport team is still in the survivor's school.I am very grateful to the second lieutenant who gave me the shredded radish.This school for the survivors is said to be the school for the children of the survivors of Sun Wen's revolutionary army.The wreckage of more than a dozen Japanese military planes is piled up in the school. This road crosses the main road and turns right. On the slope grass, there are several stone inlaid characters, which say New Life Movement. Lying on the side of the road has become black and swollen corpse.The high city wall finally unfolded in front of our eyes. The outside of the city wall is the moat, and the water inside is very deep.The bridge has been destroyed and only one person can pass through it.There are three gates in the center, this is the city gate we dream of.In order to occupy this door, many comrades were killed or injured, but we reached the end smoothly.What a blessing!

The three city gates opened in the city wall form a tunnel-shaped stronghold, without decoration, it is extremely strong.The iron gates on the inner sides of the earthen bunkers on both sides were closed, and only the middle one was ajar. On the iron gates were some white writing expressing emotion for history: Ono troops occupied at 3:10 am on the 13th. ah!The Ono Force was the first to occupy!He was the first to occupy Nanjing! Reporters clicked to take pictures.The unshaven soldiers were smiling, and even the sound of cars and horses seemed to express laughter. Everyone was immersed in the joy of victory, excited and excited.There were no clouds in the sky, and the sun seemed to be shining brightly in spring.

Hey, reporter, have you reported to the mainland that the Ono troops were the first to occupy it? It's reported!A telegram was sent early this morning, and the interior must be full of joy now. We are relieved, relaxed, satisfied, joyful and at ease.Walking into the city gate that was damaged by shelling, we can see the broad Nanjing city street in front of our eyes. On both sides of the broad road, there are red, yellow and blue art billboards. There is a palace-like house built with vermilion columns, and on the left is a flea market.We ate lunch in the square of the Old Loan Market, looking for our way back to the squadron.The street where the enemy was still running around the day before yesterday, today our soldiers are safe and walking on it with knives.

The streets of Nanjing were almost undamaged, and there were few traces of shelling or bombing. The doors of every house were tightly closed, and no citizen was in sight. The warm sun shone on us, and we walked whistling.There are many soldiers of the Ono Army in front of the Central Hotel. I heard that this is the headquarters of the regiment.I asked the wing adjutant where the squadron had gone, but the hideous-looking adjutant was silent and didn't answer.At this time, an adjutant of the First Squadron came, and he told me very warmly that the Third Squadron would be back in a short time and was currently guarding the city.I gave a military salute and walked out of the adjutant's room.When I joined the army and became an active soldier, Lieutenant Nakanishi was already a major, and he is still a major now.He is a ruthless officer who is lecherous and drunk.In his eyes, soldiers are just fools, and the death of a soldier is as indifferent as a button on his uniform.Soldiers in the communications team in front of the hotel were busy setting up wires. Not long after, the squadron came back.Look right!I asked the team members to line up and salute the squadron leader. lay down! We sent the wounded to the health team, all went well, now they are here. After the squadron leader inquired about the situation of the wounded, he went to the headquarters, and the third squadron marched towards the city gate. The soldiers in the squadron had a lot of snacks. It is said that they stayed in the snack shop last night. It's been a long time since I stuffed my stomach with dim sum.At some point, Noguchi returned to the squadron with two coolies. He was so talented that he actually stuffed a bag full of chocolates. Yesterday (here, yesterday refers to December 17th.) The city entry ceremony was held. The First Battalion participated as a representative of the Ono Army. You were not there, but everyone attended.Comrades said to me. This is a matter of course, we have been fighting to the end, in order to carry out the order, we stayed to take care of the wounded. We gathered in the square and were arranging sentries and allocating dormitories when an order suddenly came to us to take prisoners.It is said that there were about 20,000 prisoners. We marched lightly and hurriedly. Twilight crept beneath our feet, and soon night fell.Although the surroundings were pitch black and the stars were twinkling, we still walked without stopping. After walking for three or four miles, we saw countless cigarette lights flashing and disappearing, and heard the noise like frogs. About seven thousand prisoners were disarmed. Sitting in the field.Their chief had already left them and fled, leaving only the captain of a military doctor.The field where they sat was lower than the road, so it was clear at a glance. Two white flags tied to dead branches fluttered in the night wind.The 7,000 captives sitting around the flag are truly spectacular. It is ridiculous and pathetic to imagine the ready-made white cloth tied to the branches, and then swaggering forward to surrender. They managed to manage to have more than two regiments of troops, but became prisoners without any resistance, and there must be a corresponding number of officers in such a large number of troops, who knew that none of them escaped, really admirable!We only have two squadrons. If the 7,000 of them bombed the camp and rioted, I am afraid that the strength of our two squadrons would have been wiped out long ago. We lined them up in four columns, with the white flag in front, and we started marching alongside them. Some wore light blue cotton military uniforms, light blue cotton overcoats, and light blue hats; some wore quilts; some wrapped their heads in blankets; Military uniforms were replaced by civilian clothes; some wore hats, and some did not; , There are also people who don't give it to them and only care about themselves.They scrambled like ants, and looked like a bunch of vagrants.They are not disciplined, and there is no order, like a group of demented sheep whispering and walking forward.