Chapter 12 [Volume 3 Blood Sacrifice of the Nation, My Rizhi Incident Battle Record]

【Second Section】 February 27th. I had a whole day of rest yesterday, and this morning I lined up around the city and went to the city wall for exercise.I was a battalion soldier in the headquarters of the regiment, so I went back to the camp halfway through the exercises. At this time, Lieutenant Takiguchi told me: The squadron leader ordered everyone to go out for exercises, and took the opportunity to check whether the guns had been maintained. took away. Although my gun was not taken away by him, I was still irritated by the despicable behavior of the squadron leader. The soldiers who returned to the camp one after another after the exercises all cursed at the squadron leader.It would be fine if a bastard corporal did such a thing, how could a squadron leader take such a despicable method?As the squadron leader, you should announce in a dignified manner before the inspection: We will inspect the weapons today.Everyone already disliked Squadron Captain Moriyama, but through this incident, they saw that he was narrow-minded and despicable, so they despised him even more.It can be said that he exposed his despicable personality and lost the trust of the soldiers.

True leadership does not depend on the military hierarchy to command soldiers.The soldiers in our squadron seem to obey orders, but in fact, everyone looks down on the squadron leader from the bottom of their hearts.A good leader commands the troops because of his noble personality and is respected by the soldiers.Otherwise, it cannot be called true unity. We have nothing to do all day, and at most go to stand guard.Pork and eggs are served openly, as much as you want.We set a cooking duty schedule and took turns to cook. The soldiers on duty showed their unique skills, which made us a real treat.

There is no task, we are full of wine and food every day, and live a happy life under the warm sunshine in early spring. Xinxiang is a dirty Chinese city. The city wall looks majestic and solid on the outside, as if it was built of bricks, but the inside is an earthen wall piled up with mud.Especially the North City Gate, small and broken, crumbling. We often go to the North Gate to stand guard.After leaving the north gate, there is a muddy river with countless sailboats floating on the river.There is a bridge over the river, and you can see a bathhouse when you walk across the bridge.When it was our squadron's turn to take a bath, everyone would come to this bathhouse.There are many stalls lined up on both sides of the bridge, some selling peanuts, food and drink instead of rice but porridge, steamed buns and candies.The Chinese people who come and go stand and eat by the roadside, which is a very natural thing for them.

People in China have a special liking for raising birds, and you can see them raising small birds like larks anywhere in Northern China.Even in the stalls by the bridge, you can hear the melodious chirping of larks.The stall owner listened to the melodious birdsong while doing business.The people passing by heard the sound of the birds and turned their faces to admire their dancing figures. The larks sang loudly on the bridge, and the tunes fluctuated from high to low, with many changes. The blue sky is thousands of miles away, the wind is gently brushing people's faces, the air is as fresh as milk, the water vapor is curling up on the ground, and the land is full of spring.

In the boats floating on the river, some Chinese people catch lice calmly while basking in the sun. You can also see mobile hairdressing stalls here, like noodle stalls in the mainland, carrying burdens on the street to attract customers.Pushers, toothbrush-like brushes, and laundry soap are placed on one end of the pole, and a washbasin is placed on the other end. Wearing a dirty white cloth apron, they do business along the street.When it comes to haircuts, people in Central China grow their hair, but people in North China are bald.Soldiers and Chinese people shaved their heads while basking in the sun by the roadside.Soldiers didn't want to apply laundry soap on a toothbrush-like brush to wash their faces, so they brought their own face soap, which cost ten yuan a head.

It seems that the enemy army has been stationed in Xinxiang, and some people still have a map of the distribution of the Chinese army's dormitories.The enemy poisoned all the wells before fleeing, so none of the wells could be used.Only muddy river water can be used for eating, drinking and washing.Residents also use this river water, and those unsanitary Chinese people on sailboats also dumped excrement into the river. Even so, this kind of muddy water is still very valuable, and some people sell it.We use petroleum cans for water, and six cans cost ten cents. The wells in China are round wells with a diameter of about two feet, very simple, just a hole in the ground, surrounded by nothing; the inside of the well is not built with bricks, and the soil can easily fall into the well.I often wonder how they are so stupid.Plus, they have no concept of drainage at all.There is no drain in the kitchen, but the sewage is filled in a bucket, and when it is full, it is picked out and dumped.

No matter where we camped, the first thing we did was build toilets.It can be said that there is no toilet in China. To have a toilet is to dig a hole five inches wide, two feet long, and five inches deep, and then put two slender stones on the ground.As long as the soldiers stayed overnight, the toilets would overflow with feces and become unusable. In this case, a hundred soldiers would need a hundred such toilets, because no one would empty their hands where others had used them. Therefore, if you want to stay in one place for a long time, the first thing you need to do is to build a toilet.

Why are the toilets of the Chinese people so crude?I think it may be mainly because the farmers often suffer from the shortage of fertilizers. Generally speaking, they have to come to the city several times a day to pick up manure in bamboo baskets, so that the manure here will not accumulate like in Japan. Of course, this is not the only reason, but more importantly, the Chinese people lack a sense of cleanliness. Their toilet facilities are extremely simple, to be more precise, there is no equipment at all, just a designated place to relieve their hands.There is no door, no walls, completely exposed, and women seem to relieve themselves in this kind of place.The difference is that the people of Central China use urinals or toilets painted red.

There is no boundary between the farmland and the field ridge in Northern China. The field ridge is just a path stepped on the field. In our opinion, even the path stepped on should be in a straight line, but on the boundless plain, The road they stepped on was tortuous.Maybe the first person walked a crooked path, and the second and third people walked along it without thinking, right?It's a lot like the snow trails in my hometown. The houses in Northern China are all in the shape of a boxy matchbox. Going south, the flat roofs gradually take on the shape of hills. This is because Northern China is dry and rainless, so the roofs are built flat with earth.

The roofs in this area are covered with tiles, but the tiles are only a quarter of the thickness of Japan. The ceiling was made of bamboo netting and pasted with a layer of dirty paper, and the walls were also pasted with paper. A comrade who stood guard at the headquarters of the regiment told me one thing.It is said that two soldiers of the field artillery team went to a place one thousand meters away from the city to requisition military supplies without weapons. As a result, one was almost killed, and the other escaped.The soldier who almost died lost his coat and only had a shirt on. He was naked below the waist. He was beaten to the point of bleeding and his legs were shot. He was in a near-death state. It is said that he was rescued. of.Judging from the lack of clothing on his lower body, he may have been attacked while raping a woman!

After receiving the report, the wing adjutant suggested setting a fire and reducing the village to ashes.But the team leader disagreed, on the grounds that burning down a village was easy, but it would arouse resentment among the villagers in the area, and the appeasement work could not be completed satisfactorily.Everything should be considered from the long-term, and the long-term fishing is a big fish.Finally the captain ordered that the unarmed soldier be punished. Today is March 1st, and we could have gone out.The days with one in the calendar are out days.But I stayed in the house because there was nowhere else to go, either to a North Korean brothel. Shenkou, Second Lieutenant Murashita and I bought two bottles of world long brand wine for 80 yuan and drank heavily. While drinking was hot, we heard about the incident.Taking advantage of the revelry, we yelled: We should burn that village down! The anti-Japanese sentiment that has been brewing for twenty years cannot be appeased for ten days.The 20 days of propaganda disappeared, and they began to have a good impression of the Japanese army and became obedient citizens of the Japanese army.The villagers in this area have never experienced the horror of war, the army and the bullets, so they don't respect soldiers.They should be severely suppressed first, let them suffer from the iron rod, and then use appeasement methods after they feel awe of the Japanese army.It should be set on fire and let that village taste the taste of massacre. The three of us were a little drunk, and the topic kept changing, and finally we talked about Takiguchi's beliefs.Takiguchi joins hands to worship God every morning, so I said: Faith is actually like MSG.Why do you say this way?With faith, people will be stronger, and the role of faith is equivalent to the monosodium glutamate that increases the taste of dishes. Second Lieutenant Murashita took up the conversation: If belief is monosodium glutamate, wouldn't temples and shrines become manufacturers?After speaking, he laughed loudly, raised his neck and took another cup. I asked Takiguchi: What do you pray to the gods to bless you every day?I haven’t worshiped God yet, so don’t you ask God to protect you, get promoted and get rich, and prosper your children and grandchildren? I'm not for that!I just worship the gods. But there's always a motive, right?I remember that you didn't have this habit when you first set off! There is indeed a motive. What was the motive? He didn't answer.I think he must have been helpless in the face of a huge crisis, so he turned to the gods to pray for a miracle.He kept his mouth shut because he thought that if he revealed his motive, we might underestimate him. March 3rd. An entertainment center was added in front of our dormitory, which was arranged by the comfort team.There was a record player in the empty room, and there were five or six girls serving tea. The equipment is a bit rudimentary, but it is still a pleasant thing to be able to listen to long-lost records. Xinxiang is a small and dirty place. March 4th. On the bumpy roads inside and outside the city gate, except for soldiers coming and going, it is difficult to see residents.Speaking of shops, there is only one dirty restaurant, but it is more prosperous near the station outside the city.On the open-air stalls on the side of the road, some people were selling antiques and other things.Spread a straw mat on the ground, put antiques, scraps, daily necessities, etc., and it becomes a stall.Everything on the stall was covered with a thick layer of dust.Turn a little to the right and you'll see the smelly, overcrowded slums. Today is Second Lieutenant Murashita's day shift, and Nakanoshima and I will patrol behind him. We walked into the prostitution den of the Chinese.It was filthy inside, the room was full of dust.In the stove, which is more than two feet five inches wide and about six feet long, straw is placed on the floor, and a thin layer of dirty bedding is spread on it, on which the woman lies.They are women rather than bitches, ranging in age from twelve or thirteen to thirty-five or sixteen.There are also some prostitutes who have husbands. We asked her husband: Let's have fun, is it good?He replied: very good!Then stood there bewildered with the baby in his arms. We asked him: Is this woman your wife?He replied: yes.Ask a woman: Is this man your husband?She also answered: yes.We asked her again: Is this child yours?She nodded in answer, and then led the guest to the room in front of her husband, as if nothing had happened.And the husband seemed to be looking forward to a few more guests.These prostitution dens are connected to each other, almost all of them are a family.There are grandmothers, mothers, and husbands, and the whole family lives off the prostitution of their wives and daughters. With bayonets in hand, we walked through each bathroom one by one, making the prostitutes take off their pants for fun.When they took off their trousers, they saw that they were not wearing any underwear, and their lower bodies were directly exposed.We looked all the way over, and our heads ached from the peculiar stench here. Pooh!Pooh!We spit and walk out of the brothel. Back in the dormitory, someone was reading the "Yomiuri Shimbun" aloud: According to the new situation, in order to ensure the long-term and sustained war and to strengthen the force, some troops will be reorganized and replaced. We shouted: I wish we were this part of the army! The news cheered the soldiers and set off a strong homecoming sentiment among the soldiers. March 6th. The whereabouts of remnants can be found everywhere. At eleven o'clock in the morning, the spring is warm.I was standing guard at the north gate leisurely when the horns for emergency assembly came.The squadron immediately set off in three light trucks.After the squadron set off, the battalion soldiers also received the order to set off immediately. We battalion soldiers and the soldiers of the heavy machine gun unit rode in the same vehicle and followed closely behind the squadron. According to reports, 500 bandit soldiers attacked the railway team near Jixian County. Our truck drove at full speed for two and a half hours, kicking up dust and dust, and arrived at Jixian County (Weihui). The Fourth Squadron (Ban Team (Ban Team, troop name. The squadron leader of this team is named Ban. At that time, in order to keep military secrets, the Japanese Army used the commander's surname when calling the troops.)) was stationed in the girls' school in Jixian County.The school is poorly equipped and very informal.The blackboard is the wall painted black with ink, and the classroom also gives people an empty and lifeless feeling.This is at most a private school in Japan. The location of the attack was five kilometers away from Ji County. When we arrived, we only saw the massacred corpses. The enemy had already fled with triumphant songs.We stopped at a small station between Ji County and Daokou Town.We stopped on the platform, waiting for the armored train laden with dead bodies. The beginning of March in Northern China is the season when willows sprout and spring breeze blows.The air on the earth is fresh, exuding a milk-like sweet smell.At this time when all things are recovering, the warm wind reminds me of the mountains and rivers of my hometown, my parents, and the days and nights I spent with my lovers. The railway connecting Ji County and Daokou Town was destroyed by the enemy before they fled. They also informed the villagers that they could use the sleepers as firewood. Tossed aside. Forty-five engineers from the railway team were repairing the damaged part of the railway south of Zhangde on the Ping-Han line. They had to connect this section of the track, so they recruited about 50 farmers and coolies to do manual work.The sky is blue, the wind is warm, and the fog rising from the ground makes everything look like a dream. There are no shells, no harsh gunshots, and no noise of the city can be heard here. There is only warmth. The sun and the sound of pickaxes digging.The engineers and soldiers took off their jackets and buried themselves in their work half naked. In fact, three days ago, there was news that thousands of remnants of the enemy would come to attack.The villagers here have a good impression of the Japanese army, but they have lingering fears about the brutality of the remnant enemy. They often report the news to the engineers working nearby before the remnant enemy attacks. The central capital pays attention to strengthening vigilance. The intelligence reached their ears three days ago, and nothing happened on the first and second day, so they relaxed their vigilance. After breakfast, bathed in the spring breeze, humming a ditty, the engineers and soldiers talked about when they would return to China, and at the same time described the mountains and rivers of their hometown in their hearts.Thus began their day's work. The pickaxes glistened in the sun, and the half-naked muscular body was browned by the sun, and the back was wet with sweat.They were completely unaware of the danger of death lurking in this peaceful, serene air.The fifty coolies also worked very hard, and the nearby villagers also joined in, and the project progressed rapidly. The sappers were a hundred meters away from where they swung their guns.They relaxed the strings and didn't expect any accidents at all, so they just kept their heads down and worked hard.One of them stopped the pickaxe in his hand and took a deep breath.At this time, he saw people who looked like farmers slowly approaching from all around.But the engineers and soldiers were still unaware of the danger, because the nearby villagers also joined the labor of fifty coolies, so it was impossible to tell which were the remnants of the enemy and which were coolies.The engineers and soldiers only felt that there seemed to be too many coolies today. They felt that something was wrong, but then they felt that everything was normal. They continued to swing their picks to dig the rails.When an ominous omen flashed across their minds and they looked around again, they saw three plainclothes team members with red cloth strips hanging around their waists, with their left wrists bent and fierce eyes flashing, approaching them.Ah, it's a pistol!The right hand is holding a pistol, aiming at them!Immediately afterwards, many plainclothes team members approached them viciously like wolves.The man with the red cloth around his waist seems to be their leader.When the engineers panicked, the fifty coolies scattered like exploded grenades, leaving only these engineers tightly surrounded by the enemy.The guns are all placed a hundred meters away, how can I get them?They regretted their negligence, and they didn't know how to fight at all, so they could only stand up and roar. Facing pistols, they had to wave their pickaxes to fight.They knew that the time of death was imminent, so they went forward to fight with all their strength.The pistol rang, the trigger of the rifle was pulled, the machine gun was firing, the pickaxe flew into the sky, and the green dragon knife was waving overhead. Blood stained the railway, brains burst, and there were screams and groans everywhere.When the two sides were confronting each other, the cowardly captain of the second lieutenant actually left forty or so of his subordinates and hurried towards the armored train.How vile and irresponsible he was!The enemy aimed fire at the doors of the armored train.The muzzle of the mortar was also aimed at the train, and the team leader panicked, only thinking about his own personal safety.The train had just started, and seven engineers rushed to the entrance of the armored train, and the enemy's bullets were concentrated on the door.At this time, the cowardly, selfish, ruthless and stupid team leader slammed the door shut. Captain!Captain! !The seven engineers shouted loudly, holding on to the door tightly, but the iron door was closed tightly, and the train galloped at full speed.Behind the train, comrades fought bloody battles, screaming and groaning endlessly.The seven engineers yelled at the team leader for being a son of a bitch, and let go of the car door. The train billowed a puff of black smoke, leaving them behind.All seven of them lay on the ground, looking for places where the enemy was weak.They held rifles from the gun rack in their hands, and they were shooting everywhere while looking for a place to break out.They saw three enemy soldiers crawling ahead. Seven engineers shouted: Break out from there!He charged forward with a bayonet-mounted rifle, and three enemy soldiers threw something like a stone, turned and fled.One of the engineers picked up the object thrown by the enemy soldier and saw that it was an iron cylinder. He shouted: Bastard!He threw the cylinder out, only to hear a bang and a layer of soil was blown up. When the engineers heard the explosion, they knew it was a grenade. They had never seen a grenade before!When they tried their best to escape for their lives, half of their comrades had already fallen, and some comrades roared like wild beasts and fought heroically with the enemy. At this time, dozens of enemies came to chase the seven engineers.Among these seven people, there was a corps leader who served as the team leader.When the seven of them climbed over an earth embankment, the corporal leader let the other six engineers escape first, and stopped by himself to shoot for protection.One person, two people, three people, the enemy fell in response, but they were still approaching.The corporal fought desperately, and he had already made up his mind to fight to the death. When the six escaped soldiers were about to run around a house, they turned around and saw the corporal wielding a bayonet, fighting fiercely with the enemy's green dragon sword. The six soldiers knew that they could not save the corporal.Finally, dozens of enemies swung the Green Dragon Saber and chopped at the corporal leader. The corporal leader was covered in blood and immediately fell to the ground and died.The six soldiers watched the corporal leader being killed, held back their tears, and continued to flee for their lives. When the six soldiers ran to the railway garrison out of breath, their squad leader, the cowardly second lieutenant who left the troops and escaped by train alone, spat on their faces and cursed: You are Do you eat rice?When the enemy attacked, you didn't even bring your guns, you just ran for your life in a panic, and didn't respond to the battle at all, look at your ugly face!You don't need to contact the headquarters, this is my duty! The six people were already exhausted, but when they heard his roar, the anger in their hearts became more intense.As the saying goes, men don't flick their tears lightly, but the tears flowed from their eyes. Although they didn't say a word of resistance, they stared at their boss with beast-like hatred in their eyes.They may be roaring in their hearts: the squad leader should command the squad to fight, should not abandon the team members, give up the command, and run for their lives alone. If you want to contact the headquarters, you can order the soldiers to do it. You are obviously sophistry, what a coward! After receiving the report, the security team set off immediately.But the team members took the wrong direction, and when they turned back halfway and arrived at the scene of the attack, there was no trace of the enemy. The villagers in the nearby villages also closed their doors and fled separately. moans. The corpses of the thirty-seven soldiers who were brutally killed are horrific, and the atrocities committed by the enemy soldiers are heinous.Some soldiers had their eyes gouged out, some had their noses cut off, some had their genitals cut off, some had their brains slit, and some were missing arms and legs.They were all stripped naked and lying there naked.The members of the rescue team had tears of mourning in their eyes, and a flame of anger burning in their hearts. In this way, thirty-seven naked corpses were put side by side on the uncovered train, covered with thatch and brought back. Just when we set off, there was a reserve private first class born in Kumano County, named Kumano Junichi, who was thirty-five years old this year.On the truck, he accidentally inserted the gun between the battery and the gas tank, and the gun was snapped in two, and he was sentenced to two days of confinement.This was mainly due to the fact that the lieutenant was out urging us into a panic, and it can almost be said that it was caused by force majeure.We all sympathized with Kumano, so we all pleaded with the lieutenant.Perhaps it was because we all pleaded for him that the lieutenant only fined him two days of confinement. Yesterday, private first class Jucang accidentally dropped his gun on the ground when he was changing guards, damaging the sight on the gun.For this, he was fined five days in confinement. Regarding this matter, we discussed in private: We are people who are fighting on the line of life and death, and we don't know whether we will die or live tomorrow. It is really inappropriate to lock us up for such a trivial matter.Of course, it is said to be in confinement, but it is just a written statement. In fact, it means shutting up in your own room and thinking about your mistakes, but it must be recorded in the army manual, so everyone thinks it is a shameful thing. March tenth. I was ordered to stand guard at the North Gate.It is stipulated that Chinese people should take off their hats and salute to us when passing the card.People who think about getting stuck without saluting are often beaten by us with sticks.Those who saluted but behaved improperly were also beaten.Some people were beaten to the point of bleeding. We are not troubled by livelihood, nor worry about financial income, and live a simple life.A gust of warm wind also makes us full of joy. Sitting in the outpost, we enthusiastically rate the girls we come and go, and we never get tired of it.Private First Class Beikou mentioned that a few days ago, he happened to meet a girl in the entertainment center next to our dormitory in the toilet, so he ran up and said, "Let's have fun, shall we?"After being kicked by the girl with her soft and slender feet, she came back happily. If a man kicked him, he'd be furious and start a fight.It seems that women are still very cheap.Even if they were women from the enemy country, these male soldiers did not want to beat them.Some girls salute very irregularly when passing the customs, but when they see their smiling faces, the bearded sentry will not raise his stick. At ten o'clock in the evening, when we were chatting around the fire, Mr. Morisaki Cao, who had driven a truck to Zhangde to pick up letters three days ago, came back, and I received thirty letters at once. I jumped up and down for joy.For us, there is nothing more exciting than receiving letters from our hometown.This is happier than we have gone through untold hardships to attack the next military town. I went through all the names of the writers first, and then I wanted to read which letter first. My heart was racing with excitement, and I was juggling thirty letters in my hand.I decided to read the letter from my dearest brother first, then a letter from a girl, then Kenichi Sasaki, and Kawamura from Osaka. Every time I finished reading a letter, I recalled everything about the writer. A glass of wine. The younger brother sent the letter the day after he was conscripted into the camp. Like me, he was assigned to the third squadron, which seemed to be in the sixth squadron.He said that if he also came to the mainland to fight, he might be incorporated into our squadron.What an honor it is for brothers to be in the same squadron, I'm so happy just thinking about it. The letter from Inosuke Kawamura in Osaka was sent from his dormitory in Osaka (2-36, Doshucho, Higashi-ku, Osaka) when he set off from the mainland.The content is roughly, thank you for the letter I sent from Nanjing, and he also took my letter to the women's association and other groups in the city to read it in turn, and kept it as a family heirloom. His use of the word heirloom is a bit of an exaggeration, mainly to show how grateful he is for my letter. My cousin Yingliu by the river sent me Turgenev's prose poems.When I was reading thirty letters, time passed me quickly, and it was already midnight. I went to bed after reading the letters, but my mind was excited, thinking of those who wrote to me in my hometown, Haven't been able to sleep. The next morning when I was on duty at the health center, a soldier from the health team came over, and he told me about their captain (captain): Our captain must have women and alcohol no matter when and where, otherwise he will find soldiers Exhale.Even when marching, those on duty had to go to the camp first to find women before the captain arrived. When we were in Nanjing, we brought about thirty girls from the refugee area.We are also rich, almost every day there are women to sleep with.With the captain like this, the soldiers under him naturally have no scruples. They look for Chinese women every day.It's been better recently, and they will be allowed to go back as soon as the sun shines.It is said that their captain even threatened: As long as you have the ability, rape is no big deal, and I will take care of the rest.The whole team had this kind of atmosphere, and all the thirty or so soldiers in the health team were infected with venereal disease.What an absurd thing it was, if he was telling the truth!Their highest pursuits are lust, alcohol and women. Those soldiers who were sent to the health team for treatment because of their injuries, when they mentioned the health team, almost everyone was furious: these health team members are all thieves, shameless, and no one will forgive them.We came here to recuperate from injuries, but they took away our wallets, watches, pens, etc. Those who were seriously ill had to think they were unlucky and lost valuable things. I couldn't figure out who did it, I just knew it was done by the health team, but I couldn't tell whether it was Zhang San or Li Si, so I could only suffer from being dumb. These shameless bastards!They actually went to steal the belongings of the soldiers who fought bloody battles on the front line. Could there be a more heinous crime than this? This is the shameless act of those who take wine, sex, and lust as their highest pursuits!Their behavior tarnished the image of Japanese soldiers. They are shameless and vile, the most depraved phenomenon on the battlefield. Several kinds of depravity exist on the battlefield, but none more so than this one. After standing the whistle, I went out and found a North Korean prostitute for two yen.I bought her body for two yen, and I got vent myself.She also sang to me in Korean, and her moving voice echoed in my heart and brought me joy. Recently, the content of our letters has been more and more restricted, and we are not even allowed to write such things as the river is muddy.The boring days continued day by day, and everyone felt that there was nothing to do. At this time, there were rumors of a triumphant return.When I was in Nanjing, as soon as I heard the word of returning home, I immediately opened my eyes and ears to listen. But now the first reaction when hearing this kind of rumor is: Why did it spread again? It doesn't arouse my interest at all, and I forget it after hearing it. When I'm bored, I just scribble on the wallpaper and draw women's portraits to enjoy myself. One day, there was information that many spies had appeared recently. We received an order to go out and search for spies immediately. It is said that on the left or right wrist of the spy, there must be a tattoo of five stars, or there will be traces of cupping left to cover this pattern. As soon as we heard that, we immediately thought of the wrists of the girls in the entertainment center. One of them has five stars tattooed on her wrist. The soldiers didn't know why she got the tattoo, they just thought it was strange and would often stare at her wrist.In the end she had to wrap gauze around her wrist. Therefore, her figure immediately appeared in everyone's mind, and she was reported immediately. I went to a house to check. In the dark, small and dirty room, I saw a middle-aged man and woman lying on the bed, and another boy.I couldn't help but dragged the man out to check, then let him stand outside the door, and started to check on the woman. The man was worried that I would do something wrong to his woman, so he stood outside the door worriedly.Private First Class Omori ordered him not to move with a bayonet, and two soldiers twisted his arms tightly behind his back. When my fingers touched the woman's soft, full breasts, I felt hot all over, as if I had been electrocuted.I asked her to unbutton her blouse and put my hands on her waist, ready to examine her lower body.She immediately tensed up, staring at me with her eyes, and resisted strongly.I was originally driven by curiosity and mischief, but I couldn't stand her fierce resistance, so I had to let go of her. Neither the man nor the woman had five stars, but there was a military kettle hanging on the wall of their house, and the man's tall physique and appearance made people suspect that he belonged to the plainclothes team.So we took him. When we were about to leave with a dozen or so Chinese people, people from the pacification team rushed over and argued that those with tattoos are not necessarily spies.The Chinese people are used to leaving marks on children, just to avoid getting lost.So we released all those dozen people.At this time, the middle-aged woman I checked ran over desperately, and went back happily holding her husband's hand.Apparently she was the one who begged the pacification team to release him.Had they been an hour late, these men would have been killed. Just where the pacification party stopped us, there was a coffin shop.The coffins of the Chinese people planed one side of the log and made it into a rectangle, and engraved a word of blessing on the narrow side, which made us feel incredible. It is said that Chinese people make coffins before they die.These heavy coffins were placed in various fields.After a few years, it is covered with soil to form a bun.In ancient Japan, there was no fixed cemetery, and everyone placed coffins on the edge of their own fields or in open spaces.There are no public cemeteries in China.It is often seen in various parts of North China that Mingchao is marked with Namo Amitabha Buddha.There are also words such as five yuan, ten yuan and other currency values. The behavior of the Japanese to put three pennies in the coffin village of the deceased during the funeral may be based on the same Buddhist belief! If someone asks me which is scarier, bullets or ghosts, I don't think bullets are a terrible thing compared to ghosts. March 15th. About three miles away from the station, there are some scattered villages. We went to sweep them once today.But no matter when, no matter how we sweep up, we will never be able to catch the enemy's remnants.The so-called mopping up means catching some chickens or pigs back, or looking for girls for fun.Today, I caught three chickens and made them into plain roast chicken. Everyone was in high spirits, drinking and talking. While we were singing around the fire, from the dark distance came the muffled sound of cannon.Then came the second, third, and fourth cannon shots. Enemy!In an instant, this idea flashed through our minds like lightning. Outdoors, the herald runs on the winding path sprinkled with clear light.He urged loudly: Team Moriyama must gather at the headquarters of the alliance immediately!Then it quickly disappeared into the night, leaving only the clatter of military boots. We were fully armed and ran towards the headquarters. When we arrived at the headquarters, we received orders to guard the north city gate.When we rushed to the North City Gate to strengthen our security, we met a group of bastard soldiers from the health team, carrying their own supplies, not even weapons, running from outside the city in a panic, without the slightest military style.This is a group of drunken, hopeless fellows. They must be dreaming of having a woman in their arms as before!A lot of people are barefoot, idiots who forgot to put on their shoes. Not long after, sad news came, followed by an order from the superior: The second team of the Moriyama team was surrounded by the enemy and was fighting bloody battles. The Moriyama team rushed to the rescue immediately. When the squadron leader and his party heard the news, they were very shocked and indignant, and immediately took action, wishing they could spread their wings and rush to the rescue.The clear light sprinkled on us, and the earth disappeared into the vast darkness.The city walls are left behind by us, and only the road continues to stretch in front of us.I tried my best to suppress my desire to rush to the rescue earlier, without saying a word, I tried to keep pace with the troops, and ran forward howling.With a sad mood, we walked on the vast land reflected by a clear moon.We are armed to the death with our loathsome foe.Three trucks caught up with us at full speed and drove us wildly.I don't know what the driver was thinking, but he stopped on the way and started nagging. At this moment, someone urged: "When you say a word, you will lose a precious life. Stop nagging, drive quickly!" The car continued to gallop at full speed, setting off a burst of dust.After driving for about 20 or 30 minutes, a village appeared on the left.The squadron leader said: It would be bad if there were enemies in the village.讓我們先射一通再說。 我們停住車，在車上架起輕機槍對著村莊狂掃一陣。村莊裡只傳來女人和孩子撕心裂肺的慘叫聲，並沒傳來敵軍回擊的槍聲。由此可判斷村子裡沒有敵軍，我們再次啟動了卡車。大約又過了十分鐘，我們到達了目的地潞王墳站，準備開始進攻。 考慮到只留下司機容易出意外，中隊長就讓三名司機把車子停在一邊，隨部隊一同前進。但司機堅持說：我們的武器就是車子，軍人是不能扔掉武器出發的。我們三人要和車子一起留在這兒。 我們這次只出動了一個重機槍分隊和三十多名步兵，本來沒想到要分散兵力，無奈之下，為保護他們，只好留下四名士兵，其他人開始進攻。這次一同來的號手平時常常口出狂言，愛與人幹架，外表顯得很魯莽。中隊長準備讓他留下來保護司機，但號手考慮到七個人勢單力薄，膽怯起來，死也不願留下。司機雖不是戰鬥員，卻鬥志昂揚；作為步兵的他倒貪生怕死，大家都嘲笑他是個怕死鬼。 這次出動的人不多，為了顯得兵力強一些，我們特意拉開散兵間的距離，向高低起伏的地面橫掃過去。中隊長說，一直這麼往前進的話，就能到車站的裡側了。 雖說白天是春風拂面，北支那的夜晚卻寒冷異常。前進了十到十五分鐘後，中隊長大吼起來：號手，快吹喇叭！通知救援隊來了。他們該有多高興啊！快吹啊！ 號手答道：喇叭沒帶來。asshole!號手居然不帶喇叭，那你當什麼號手！號手答了一聲：是！但語調裡似乎帶著一絲辯解的語氣這麼慌慌張張的，誰想得到呢！平時不也從沒叫我吹喇叭嘛！ 我們到達一個小山丘。已經前進了幾十分鐘了，但既沒看到敵人的影子，也沒有聽到一聲槍響。會不會全隊都被殺了？我們的心被這種沉痛的念頭佔據了。 終於趕到守備隊的崗位。小隊長荒井少尉等八人分別受了輕傷、重傷，一名士兵戰死了，而敵人早高唱著凱歌撤走了。 今晚又有人付出了寶貴的生命。月亮的清輝冷冷地灑向大地，廣漠的大地凍結在冰冷的月光下了。 我們為了防止敵人來襲，挖了散兵壕，並蹲在壕裡守衛。 夜色更深，不知何時起，覺得肚子餓了。野狗在黑暗的遠處吠叫。我們豎耳傾聽著風聲、狗叫聲，等候著敵人。但直到東方泛白，他們也沒出現。這一夜可真長呀！我心裡的石頭總算落了地，深深地歎了口氣，呼出的氣似乎都要凍成冰了。 三月十六日。 陽光從地平線上灑向天空，村民們還在酣睡中。這時我們重新列隊去村莊掃蕩。我們的隊伍向村莊開去。村莊裡有一片樹林。樹林、房子和人好像都沉浸在熟睡中。用重機槍堵住退路後，我們進入村莊。村民們驚慌失措起來，左右逃竄。 中隊長下了命令：逃跑者格殺勿論，沒逃者帶走審訊！ 拂曉時分，突然響起了槍聲，夜似乎也被驚醒了，樹林和村子陷入一片恐慌之中。我們挨家挨戶地掃蕩，看到什麼砸什麼。在村子邊上的壕溝裡，有十二三名婦女和孩子嚇得篩糠似的發抖。她們都把臉伏在地上，為那場即將降臨到她們身上的災難而渾身顫抖，猶如看到恐怖的地獄一般。 農民們汗流滿面、沒日沒夜地勞作，但到頭來苛捐雜稅和麥子的歉收總把他們壓得直不起腰來，農民們就是這樣世世代代過著這種毫無希望的貧窮日子。而現在，可憐的她們又要經歷野獸般的戰爭，她們被死亡和地獄嚇得驚慌失措、痛哭不止。 已經有一個少年被殺了，一個老婆婆抱著屍體，把自己的頭靠在屍體上放聲慟哭。少年毫無血色的臉被仰放在老太太的膝蓋上，無力地垂掛下來。老太太骨節粗大、滿是皺紋的大手沾上了鮮血，她就用這手輕輕撫摸著少年的臉，失神地盯著少年毫無表情的面容，痛哭流涕。 她們是昨晚起就待在這兒的，還是看到我們進村後才逃到這兒的？在這麼危急的時刻，她們居然都抱著被子，難道被子對她們來說當真這麼重要？ 有人把槍口瞄準了她們，我猛然制止道：她們都是些女人，並不想逃跑，不要殺她們！女人和孩子是無辜的，沒有理由去射殺這些善良的人們。 六個年長的農民被帶了過來。他們跪伏在地上請求饒命。但沒有人理會他們的祈求，只聽呀的一聲，士兵的刺刀刺向其中一人。那人應聲倒地。其他五人更是驚慌不已，一邊本能地大叫：大人！grown ups!一邊抱拳叩頭不止。 被刺倒的人痛苦地掙扎，手指在地上到處亂抓，一會兒，又被刺了一刀，他被刺了兩刀後就死去了。只聽見呀！呀的喊叫聲在空中迴盪，頓時地上傳來一陣呻吟聲，過後，六個人全都被殺了，他們都是老人。 吐血聲、憤怒的呻吟聲和殺人時發出的喊叫聲全部消失了，只剩下蟋曲的屍體和鮮血在朝陽中閃耀。他們不是殘敵，而是些善良的老人。僅僅因為他們沒有向我們通報殘敵會來進攻，或是因為他們可能暗地裡與敵軍串通一氣，再就是因為我們的戰友被他們的同類殺傷了而無處發洩，所以他們就遭到了滅頂之災。 他們是一群無辜而又善良的農民，他們跪在地上哀求饒命。面對這樣一群人，我是無法舉起刺刀的，但有的士兵卻毫無顧忌地揮刀砍去。 是不是他們是勇敢的士兵，而我這樣的人就是膽小鬼呢？ 如果他們現在處的不是一個沒有生命危險，而是一個面臨死亡的時刻，也能像現在這麼勇敢嗎？ 難道我們不應該稱這種人為殘忍的人嗎？ 殘忍和勇敢是截然不同的。 殘忍而勇敢的人西洋就有這類人。 殘忍而膽小的人就像支那人。 正義而又勇敢的人就像日本人。 難道他們是堅強的人，而我是怯懦者嗎？ 重機槍瞄準那些四處逃散的農民，噠噠噠地掃射著，很多農民被射倒了。我們殺的都是些年邁體弱而無法逃跑的農民。 不一會兒，一輪又大又紅的太陽從遠處的地平線上升起來了。燦爛的朝陽照耀在挺拔的白樺林間。遠處的村莊和近處的樹林裡都升起了幾縷炊煙。炊煙在陽光下裊裊升起，這是在做早飯吧！狗停止了吠叫，槍聲也停了，女人們的慟哭聲沒有了，死的呻吟和詛咒也消失了，早晨來到了。 血染的大地上只有約三寸高的小麥，綠油油的一片，無邊無垠。這麼一大片麥田，以後將會由誰來耕種呢？ 原來第二小隊擔任潞王墳站的警備力量後，首先就設立了治安維持會。潞王墳站本來有一個郵局局長的，小隊一到車站，他就嚇得逃命去了，過了幾天後才找到局長，並把他召了回來，同時召集各村莊的村長，成立了治安維持會，由局長擔任會長。 郵局局長把他的家人全部帶了回來，回到他們原來的房子裡，開始擔任起維持會長的職務來，村長們幾乎每天都要送來雞蛋、雞、蔬菜等東西。 就在這種和平的環境下，敵軍的間諜身著便衣，混在農民中進進出出，把我們的兵力、武器和警備狀況摸得一清二楚。 有一大，郵局局長出門之後就沒回來，幾乎每天都來的村長們也不見了蹤影。局長過了一天也沒回來。他的妻子和老母親也走了，只剩下一個十八九歲的兒子和一個十歲左右的兒子。 警備隊員開始擔心會不會發生變故。 敵人在調查過襲擊目標與兵力狀況之後，伺機待發。在局長突然失蹤後的第二天晚上十點左右，從山的那邊傳來了類似嗩吶的喇叭聲。 敵人夜襲了！警備隊員們馬上一躍而起，在院子裡集合。 一顆手榴彈越過屋頂落在他們集合的地方。手榴彈就在他們的腳下爆炸了，導致數名士兵死傷。警備隊員們爬上屋頂，拿起機關鎗掃射。 但這場交鋒以警備隊的失敗告終。敵人出其不意地前來襲擊，恣意破壞一番後，閃電般迅速撤退了。敵方沒有受傷，而我方有人負傷了。 荒井第二小隊就是這樣受到敵人的襲擊，導致有人受傷，有人死亡。 三月十七日。 從彰德傳來了消息：我軍以三十八聯隊的一個大隊為主力，對一萬五千名兵力的敵軍展開進攻。敵軍可能會從鐵路方面逃跑，因此要加強警戒。 鑒於現在的駐紮地不利於警備，我們從局長家搬到了鐵路工作人員的宿舍裡。 我被指派為偵察員，去附近的村莊偵察情況。當我來到昨天遭殘殺的村莊時，只見有五個年過花甲的老爺子和五個老太太，以及一個孩子，蜷縮在陽光下，似乎被悲傷擊垮了。 年輕人被征入伍，壯年漢子被殘殺，只剩下這些人了。他們遭受的打擊，使他們再也不信神靈和宗教，他們呆滯的目光裡沒有一絲生氣。 因為要建防衛工程，我們決定把五個滿臉皺紋的老頭帶回部隊。當我們帶走他們時，那些老婆婆只是滿臉哀傷地與老頭們告別，不哭不鬧，並沒有苦苦哀求我們高抬貴手，她們的眼中傾瀉出的是悲傷絕望，因為她們知道這是她們無法抗拒的。 我們全力以赴趕建工程，布上鐵絲網，挖戰壕，掀翻那些沒用的房子。從四處找來的苦力一共有十六個，他們白天幹活，修防衛工程，晚上雙手便被綁在背後，關在車站的地下室裡。天一亮，綁在他們手上的繩子就被解開，而代之以十字鎬和鐵鍬。 這群無辜而可憐的農民，他們長期以來飽受軍閥的壓搾，過著艱難的日子。麥子收成又不好，農民們就這樣代代過著貧困、可悲的日子。而今他們又要為戰爭帶來的橫禍而痛哭。 這些背運的人啊，他們該想什麼，又該恨什麼，該詛咒什麼呢？ 更何況他們每天一完工就要被關在地下室裡。 March eighteenth. 又傳來新情報：三萬五千名學生軍計劃橫渡黃河，進攻新鄉。 我們都變得神經過敏起來。 在前方的山頂上，有兩三個像是哨兵的人在走動。傍晚時分，我軍的哨兵報告道。 是不是馬上就要開始戰鬥了？我們做好準備，以便隨時應戰。這時哨兵又來報告：在東面的村子裡，有十幾個人像是在挖戰壕。 我們一起出門察看。的確有十幾個人在挖坑，是敵人嗎？ 這時，不知是誰說了一句：他們是在為前一陣被我們殺的人挖墳墓吧！It's possible.那就是前一陣遭殘殺的村莊。但小隊長還是命令道：打一發擲彈筒看看！ 距離六百五十。 預備 通！擲彈射了過去，轟鹵一聲炸開了花，挖坑的十幾個人頓時四處逃遁，消失得無影無蹤，我們就像放鞭炮驚嚇路人的孩子一般，高高興興地笑著走回室內。 就在我們吃晚飯時，哨兵又跑來報告：剛剛挖坑的村莊裡升起了火，可能是敵人進攻的信號。 情報不斷傳來。 小隊長召來各分隊長，要大家做好應戰準備，而且命令今晚要穿著軍裝睡覺。 這些混蛋果真要來了！我們心頭絲毫不敢有半點鬆懈，躺下等待，但那個晚上什麼事也沒發生。 我們宿舍裡有兩個少年。一個是昨天徵用來的，另一個就是郵局局長家那個年幼些的兒子，我們暱稱他們為太郎。 次郎。局長的兒子是太郎。 太郎就像受傷的麻雀一般，滿臉哀傷與憂鬱，毫無生氣。 他本該和他哥哥一起被殺的。但念及他年齡幼小，就沒殺他。 我們認為郵局局長在與敵人內外勾結，這個代價便是他兒子的慘死。 太郎是眼睜睜地看著他的哥哥被殺的。自從看到親骨肉在自己眼前血漿迸飛、悲慘死去之後，他就失去了生氣，被悲傷擊垮了。 我們很想讓這個可憐的少年恢復生氣，就盡量待他和藹一些。我們讓這兩個少年在我們床舖底下舖上草蓆睡覺，然後就等待著敵人的進攻。 沒多久，天亮了，太陽像平時一樣升上地面。 三月十九日。 苦力們被從地下室帶出來，吃了些殘羹剩飯就又開始幹活。鑒於目前的軍情，我們得加快施工速度。為了視野開闊，不受任何阻擋，我們把局長家的房子也推倒了，還越過鐵路裝上了鐵絲網。 即便是一兩個支那人從我們身邊走過，我們都會繃緊神經。 我們在作業時，有四個支那人從山頂上跑過。直覺告訴我們，這些人很可疑。當即就有兩三名士兵追在他們後面射擊，但沒命中。士兵向他們跑的方向追去。黃昏時分，他們抓了一頭牛和二十隻雞回來了，口中叫道：抓到匪賊了！ 匪賊中的頭目要留到幾天之後，而馬前卒第二大就被我們用來果腹了。 傍晚，裝甲列車停在我們的守衛處，中隊長從上面走下來。中隊長說：後面的小山上也要設步哨！ 小隊長反駁道：不行，在那兒設步哨很危險。 後面的小山離我們宿舍有段路，到那兒去必須越過鐵絲網、巨馬（日軍的軍隊用語，特指用木材搭起來防止敵人侵襲的籬笆。）和拆掉房子後高高壘起來的磚頭堆。晚上光線暗，只能看到一丈多的距離，要是敵人悄悄來襲，扔一個手榴彈，哨兵馬上就會送命，根本談不上報告敵情了。我們都認為在那兒設步哨是很不明智的。 最後在宿舍後面的入口處又設了一個哨。 明明有小隊長，中隊長幹嗎跑來檢查警備狀況，下達指令呢？小隊長小聲嘟囔道：看來還是信不過我呀！似乎頗有感慨。 這個車站上有四名滿鐵的鐵路人員，他們分別是自稱九州男子漢的酒鬼站長，愛講下流話的副站長，兩個年輕的中學畢業的工作人員。 晚上，中隊長和小隊長、站長、副站長一起喝起了酒。不一會兒，一瓶就見底了，第二瓶也空了。第三瓶只剩下一點兒的時候，站長和副站長都醉了。站長開始評論起荒井第二小隊的警備狀況，言語之間有一股不屑之意。 我聽了很氣憤，走出房間對正在站崗的瀧口上等兵說：他們只是車站工作人員，有什麼權力對軍隊的事、軍人的事說三道四？他評論受傷的荒井少尉時，也太出言不遜了。正當我怒氣沖沖他說這話的當兒，中隊長可能覺得我突然走出室外有些奇怪，就悄悄跟了出來。他對我講了幾句話，語氣又像是安慰又像是叱責。 回到室內後，中隊長裝出一副醉意，應和著那些車站人員聊了起來。一會兒，中隊長對我說道：東君，你可真會裝呆啊！ What?裝呆！憑什麼說我在裝呆！我心裡暗暗生氣。 這些毫不體諒他人的工作人員一直扯著嗓子諠譁，妨礙了我們的睡眠，我心裡越想越氣憤，就說道：我們是保護你們的，必須在允許的時間內保證睡眠。你們也該安靜一點了！ 他們只答了一聲：對不起！又唾沫四散，高談闊論起來，毫無住嘴之意。 最後，副站長拿出幾本黃色書刊遞給我們，說是有關作戰的書。 簡直是混蛋。都三十五六歲的人了，還興致勃勃地看這種書？我打心底看不起他，把書扔了出去。 回到休息室後，我翻出幾天前收到的表弟英六君寄給我的屠格涅夫的散文詩，誰知一行也看不進。放下書去睡吧，卻怎麼也睡不著。 三月二十三日。 現在，只要是支那人，士兵們殺起來毫不手軟，沒有半點躊躇。用刺刀殺人比殺一隻雞還容易。在他們看來支那人的屍體還不抵一頭死豬。 那些苦力中有一個老人。他的臉長得很醜陋，給人一種心術不正的感覺，挺討人嫌的。荒山上等兵說道：你的臉實在讓人討厭，你要是死了，也就不會在我面前晃來晃去了。說完上去就是一刀，可能刺到老人的肺了，只見他口吐鮮血，在地上掙扎了一會兒，就不動彈了。 過了正午的時候，有一個四十歲左右的支那人用棍子挑著行李，從汲縣的方向走來。野口一等兵馬上前去攔住他檢查行李，並讓支那人朝山的那邊走去。支那人什麼也不知道，一步一步地向前走，根本沒想到死亡正向自己逼近。 野口等支那人走出百米之後，把步槍架在土堆上瞄準他，就像孩子用氣槍打麻雀一般，準備殺人取樂。 兩聲槍響，結束了一個支那人的生命。 現在士兵們覺得一頭豬都比一個支那人的性命值錢，因為豬還可以用來飽餐一頓。