Chapter 13 [Volume 3 Blood Sacrifice of the Nation, My Rizhi Incident Battle Record]

【Section III】 March twenty-fourth. It was a sunny day with a blue sky.We sing for the spring of the recovery of all things. Defense work has been completed.At the end of the project, these sixteen coolies who have been working obediently will go to heaven. The team leader, Second Lieutenant Murashita, called us to discuss whether to kill them.I don't think this group of poor old people should be killed, of course there are also middle-aged men among them.They are all farmers, not enemies.They have been working very tamely, without the slightest intention of resistance, and regard our will as their own will. I advocate that these people should be released.

However, Dong Jun, the squad leader paused for a moment, and continued, what if they go to the enemy to inform?They built our camp! Then there is only a decisive battle to the end.I will not back down.I don't think it's a big deal.Just relying on their group of remnants and defeated generals, they can't make a big deal. I can't do that.I'm the captain, I have to save everyone's life, and I can't let any of my subordinates get hurt. They were kind farmers, and they worked hard and were obedient, and they didn't resist at all.I don't think these people can be killed.It is inhumane to do so.

Is there any humanity in war? Is there really no humanity in war? Thinking of humanity in my heart, can I still go to war? I think that even during war there are times when it is necessary to be humane, but not always. Are you talking about compassion? No, being humane is not just about having compassion. I only know the definition written in the dictionary is: the morality that people should follow.I don't understand the other philosophical implications.I tried to think about humanity through the war, but I couldn't figure it out.I am now struggling with the definitions of brutality and humanity.I think I can still distinguish between humanity and the military way that soldiers should follow during war.I don't hesitate to slash my enemies with my sword.But when killing these farmers, these people who work in peace, you should still consider it.I can't explain the issue of humanity from a philosophical point of view, but I don't think they should be killed.

Can you prove that they are good farmers? They must have been peasants, and enemy soldiers would not have been in the village that morning. This is too arbitrary.I also don't think they're all bad guys. But if there is an enemy mixed in here, the situation will be serious.And we couldn't find this enemy, no one in our team could speak Chinese.Freeing them means the arrival of the enemy.Still want to kill!Maybe you sympathize with them.I really don't understand how you can sympathize with them.I didn't expect you to have this side in your nature.But kill anyway. but Nothing but, we don't love our enemies.To love the enemy is to hate one's troops.As the squad leader, I can't let anyone under me get hurt.

I disagree very much in my heart, and even dislike the actions of the squad leader.I sincerely hope they will be released and have interceded for them several times.What a tragedy it would be if I were one of them! Innocent family members were tortured and killed, and their own houses were also destroyed. Now they are forced to do hard labor, and they will still be beheaded in the end. I have nothing to do with your enemies and your armies.I'm just a farmer who wields a shovel and lives off the land all his life.I have nothing to do with the war, rely on the sky, and have always dealt with the land.Why do I have to face this kind of divorce.

The disaster of family ruin and death, but also own old life?This is too cruel, isn't this a sin? I am just a farmer with no education and know nothing.This land has graciously raised me.But people from the same land are now taking my old life as well.I haven't done anything bad.My wife, son, and grandson are also innocent.Why should we suffer this misfortune?This is really inhumane, and there will always be retribution! They must be saying this silently in their hearts. When I think of this, I feel a kind of heartfelt sympathy. Sixteen people were brought out of the basement with a rope around their necks.As the ropes were tied around their necks, the barren hill soldiers kicked and beat them viciously.

Hello!People who are going to die, don't treat them so roughly!I said. They are dishonest!After he finished speaking, he played more vigorously.He seemed to think it would be braver to take such a move in public. Except for two or three strong men in their forties, almost all of these coolies are elderly people over fifty.The last one brought out was a little old man who seemed to be over seventy years old and faltering. I couldn't help thinking, why must they be killed?What about them looks like an enemy soldier? Captain, can you just kill the young ones and leave these old men behind?I said.But the team leader replied: These Chinese people killed our soldiers, there is no need to save them.

I looked at the faces of the Chinese people lined up.Their faces were full of tension and pain.They didn't snort or say a word, they just held their necks high and their eyes were as sharp as the fangs of a beast.They never expected to be beheaded, and it was not until a rope was put around their necks that they realized that death was not far from them. For some reason, the fourth old man from the left always reminds me of my father. His cheeks are sunken, he is a little bald, and several wrinkles extend long to the left and right. The mouth is not big, the chin is a little upturned, and it is covered with beard.With protruding cheekbones and a thin face, his features resembled my elderly father's.Thinking about it this way makes him feel even more pitiful.Two days ago, I gave the old man two packs of cigarettes.Today I wanted to give him another cigarette before he died, but he took out the cigarette I gave him a few days ago from his arms.I struck a match and wanted to light it for him, but he threw the cigarette out with an angry face.As long as it was offered by the Japanese soldiers, he would not accept even a single cigarette.

I looked at the extinguished matchstick in my hand, and at his face, but didn't make a sound.I can understand what he's feeling at the moment, and I don't hate him for taking that attitude.Although he is usually enslaved to do hard work, but because he is so similar to my father, I can't hate him.I suddenly had an urge to save the old man from the knife. I shouted: Don't kill this old man! At this time, Chuan Tu, Kinoshita, Takema, and Huang Shan, the bastards, seemed to me to be a group of bastards who objected in unison. In desperation, I returned to the room in frustration, but when I saw sixteen people slowly moving forward like lambs being pulled to the slaughterhouse from the window, I felt an irresistible urge to rush out of the room chased after.Soldiers like Chuantu, Zhujian, Kinoshita, and Huangshan were like wolves chasing lambs, proud of themselves.They are like wolves who can't bear the hunger and will lick the lamb's legs from time to time. Sometimes they whip their whips, sometimes they hit their backs with sticks, sometimes they kick them, and sometimes they are like training a dog. Generally reprimanded loudly.

Those poor old people were sometimes kicked and rolled on the ground, sometimes bent down, and sometimes pushed to the ground.The four soldiers seemed to be showing off who was more vicious and vicious.I have no sympathy for them.They felt that it was only natural for the wolf to pounce on the lamb, and there was no trace of guilt or conscience condemnation in their attitude. In what form should conscience and morality appear on a cruel battlefield? After crossing the railway, the old people who were tied together with ropes knelt down on the ground, wept in grief, and kowtowed repeatedly to beg for mercy.

I thought to myself: That's right, begging them to spare their lives, as long as I can arouse a little compassion from them. Unexpectedly, Huangshan kicked these people kneeling on the ground with the hard toe of his shoes, and even raised the stick, like hitting a dog and swung it over. Their faces were swollen from the beating, and blood oozed out; their clothes were torn, and their legs were also bleeding from the torn clothes.Even so, they still shouted desperately: Sir!grown ups!While begging and kneeling down. They were kicked and rolled on the ground, then stood up by their necks, and staggered forward. I roared angrily: Barren Mountain!I started to untie the rope around the neck of the old man who looked exactly like my father.Takejian sternly stopped me, but I still untied the rope desperately. At this moment, Barren Mountain, Chuantu, Kinoshita and others all yelled loudly: Dongjun!Stop!Stop! I am not to be outdone: I cannot kill such people, they are too pitiful. This is also pitiful, and that is also pitiful, so don't kill any of them.cried the four of them. Then let them all go, isn't it over!I think you are afraid of the enemy's night attack!asshole!I replied. But I didn't insist and went back to my room.In the end, no one could be saved.I was surrounded by a feeling of loneliness.I began to try to reflect: Is a person like me a coward? I revisited my combat experience, and I think I can state uprightly that I have never been timid, flinched, and have never done anything against my conscience. No matter what the battle is, I have never sneaked up on someone from behind, let alone sneaked from the battlefield. I am not afraid of fighting.I think I can say without exaggeration that when the enemy comes to attack, I will never feel timid.This is not blind self-confidence, nor is it bragging. Look at those four soldiers again! Kinoshita is a coward who stays behind as soon as he hears that there is a battle. He has not fought a battle until now.One night, when he was on guard in Nanlouxia Village, he heard the sound of a horse pawing the ground with its front hooves, and shouted: The enemy is attacking!Scared out of my wits. When they were on the front line, they didn't see how brave Kawakami and Takema were.Among the four of them, only Lieutenant Huang Shan was brave.His bravery is well-known to everyone.He fought tenaciously in any battle.He is a self-absorbed man, but at the same time a brave and brutal soldier. After a while, all sixteen coolies were executed.Noguchi, who witnessed the whole process, said: They were taken halfway up the mountain.There is a path with a slight incline. They were killed on the side of the road.They already understood what was going to happen, and all of them were very calm.They sat down calmly, stretching their necks forward, with an admirable poise.It is often said that the samurai in ancient Japan regarded death as home, and their calm attitude was no less than that of Japanese samurai.Only two of them tried to escape for their lives. The lieutenant, captain of the chariot, had four heads beheaded.His movements are skilled and neat, and everyone admires him.When the lieutenant cut off the head of the fifth man, he said that a little flesh should be left.His knife skill was really perfect, the severed head hung down, only a little bit of flesh was connected to the body. Those people watched their companions being killed one by one, without showing a trace of resistance or fear, and when it was their turn, they took a step forward, not like someone about to be beheaded, but like going to heaven. Huangshan picked out one, two, and three with a bayonet, and when he was about to pick the fourth, he saw the tall man in his early forties standing up all of a sudden, with an attitude of opening his chest for you to stab .His eyes stared fiercely at the barren mountain. Huang Shan stabbed him with a knife.He fell down in response, but suddenly made a noise as if remembering something, opened his eyes wide, and stood up again.Despite the blood gurgling out of his chest, he called a private in Japanese, then stood firmly with his legs apart, raised his right hand and smiled, as if he was waiting for the second cut. He looked very heroic, and we were all stunned. Huang Shan yelled "Damn it" and went up and stabbed him again.The man finally died. Chuan Tu and Zhu Jian, who kicked and beat the coolies along the way, did not kill anyone.As for Kinoshita, he used his bayonet to bluff on the corpses killed by others, and only penetrated an inch or two deep, which was laughed at by everyone.Our squad leader didn't kill a single person. After listening to what he said, I felt that my thinking might be wrong.It seems that there is indeed a remnant enemy among them, and it is that middle-aged man. After the team leader came back, he said: Dong Jun, there are really enemies in here!The guy from the barren mountain thorn might be the leader of the enemy army! I began to reflect on my actions and feelings in my mind. The man who was presumed to be the leader of the enemy army was very courageous, he knew the ranks of Japanese soldiers, and he actually knew the Japanese expression for first class soldiers.If we let him go, although we are not afraid of enemy attacks, the losses will be huge.As a small leader, in order to minimize the damage of his subordinates and minimize unnecessary sacrifices, even though I sympathized with other farmers from my personal feelings, I still decided to kill them all from the overall situation. Now I finally understand the small leader’s point of view. Meaning. War is the unrestricted exercise of violence.There is nothing more terrifying on the battlefield than Song Xianggong's benevolence. My shallow view of humanity is just like Song Xianggong's benevolence. A zoomed-in shot was fixed in my mind, that is, the man crossed his legs, straightened his chest, raised his right hand, and was covered in blood.I think he seems to be laughing at my Song Xianggong Zhiren. It is true that there is a bloody struggle now and our task is not to touch the heads of the Chinese people, our hands should beat their heads hard and crush their bones without mercy But this is what we will do everything?This war, this undeclared war, on the other hand, doesn't it also need to do appeasement work? ! Wars are fought to win, and in order to win, any weapon must be used.So must morality be exchanged for bullets?Should morality also be a victim of victory?If victories can be won by trampling on morality, must we also sacrifice morality without hesitation? No matter what will be dangerous to us, or has been harmful to us, and everything that may be harmful or may not be harmful, we must not be condemned by human feelings and moral conscience, and kill immediately without hesitation. Does the requirement turn us into cold, inhuman machines? In order to win, as long as there is a little obstacle in our way to victory, including everyone who may be an obstacle in the past, present, and future, we have to be like killing machines without thought, morality, and humanity , with ruthless precision to get the job done? But no matter what theory we follow, we are still human beings who cry when we see sad things and clap our hands when we see happy things. In order to complete the task accurately, we must combine cold judgment, strong will and courage to go forward.This requires us to correctly judge whether our emotions are the benevolence of Duke Xiang of the Song Dynasty, or the shrine of the jidingbu (this is one of the treasures hidden in Horyuji Temple, a famous ancient temple in Japan, and it is named after the wings of jidingbug embedded.) The Sazui painted on the base The prince sacrificed his life to feed the tiger's foolishness, so as to take the right action. The sympathy I have for the peasants today, which is quite natural to a common man, is a mistake in me, for I am a soldier fighting to win. So why do human beings keep repeating the history of tragedy and bloody struggle?I really don't understand, I have no clue. Will human beings finally start a struggle to allocate the land of the moon? During the dozens of days of marching, I didn't see a stone or a mountain.What I see is that the land in the east is connected with the clouds in the distance, and the land in the west is connected with the sky in the distance.The sun rises from the earth and falls into the earth again. The boundless land contains all races. When we are exhausted by marches and wars, or when we stand on guard at night, we sigh and look up at the sky, and we can only see the earth on which we live, the earth on which we march and fight day and night, and the hundreds of millions of twinkling stars in the sky. The moon hangs coldly over my head, but she is also shining on the heads of people in my hometown thousands of miles away.For dozens of days, we marched sweating and exhausted. We thought we were far away from our hometown, but the moon illuminated the two places at the same time. How majestic and magnificent the universe is! Human beings consider themselves the greatest and most magnificent career war, how small it should be compared with the universe! The world is boundless, and we regard war as great, but it is nothing compared to the world. I sometimes get lost in it, thinking hard about such absurd comparisons and never-ending questions. Why do wars happen?Someone cited the reasons why war was inevitable. (1) Personality Every being is called a personality.The universe is made up of all personalities, especially creatures and human beings are made up of the personalities and traditions on which they depend.If people want to maintain their individuality, there must be war in a broad sense. If you don't have the desire to fight people, you lose your individuality.A nation must maintain its individuality if it is to continue to exist.The so-called powerful personality refers to the power to fight.The best shortcut to peace is to eliminate one's individuality.The peace thus obtained, however, can only be a peace which entails its own fate of slavery and national decay.This is the peace pictured by an intellect accustomed to abandoning individuality.If you want to adapt to reality, you have to sink into this peace. (2) The development of history History is development.In this development process, merely preserving oneself means only destroying oneself in the end.In order not only to preserve oneself, but also to develop oneself, all this must be fought.If you don't love fighting, why not retreat by yourself.Self-retreat can only be known in the process of destroying oneself. The so-called survival is progress.The so-called progress is hard work for oneself, and when it comes to this, it must be a battle against others.Many dynasties in history perished. They did not perish naturally, but had to fight for their own demise.The development of history endowed this ironic fate. (3) The morality of the universe According to the oriental thinking since ancient times, morality is not only the value of human beings formed by related contracts between individuals, but human relations are based on the deep and wide way of heaven. To embrace as individuality; to cover nothing up, but to let them all have their place, the mandala of the universe.It is benevolence, compassion, and morality.However, actual existence has this nature in its essence, and reality is far from it.To lead the reality, unless there is a real order and both people are pure, it must go through war.What hinders this true order is evil, and the effort to eliminate this evil and realize reality is good and justice. The just must wage war.This kind of war is the moral war that comes from the morality of the universe.All nations and all nations can see that our war of siege is a holy war. Our war is neither a simple war of ideas nor a war of annexation in vain.The so-called taking Bafu as a character does not mean catching other ethnic groups and putting them together as pigs; Wei Yining is not simply equivalent to a family, but turned into a cosmic world. Broadly recognize the individuality of all societies and nations, establish order, and realize the true meaning of the universe in the new order.In order to achieve this cosmic morality, there must indeed be a truly holy war. Excerpted from "War and Intellect" by Tetsuji Nakayoshi Some people say that war is an inevitable process of biological survival.Should we not cherish this inevitability?If war is an inevitability, then we have no choice but to cast aside pity, harden our hearts to pursue strength, gain strength, and advance in battle.As a reality, having power is justice, and justice is power. I was lost in thought, smoking a cigarette. Every day is a cloudless and sunny day.But this evening, the storm suddenly came.Looking from the window, strange dark clouds cover the sky.Soon, big raindrops poured down like a waterfall, and after a while, hailstones like shrapnel fell.The sound of tempered hail and the sound of cascading rain filled the earth.Compared with the bright and beautiful spring scenery in recent days, compared with the brilliant sun just now, it is a different land. Sixteen corpses killed before this rain were drenched by the rain.I looked at the mountains in the distance and smoked a cigarette. Suddenly, bang!Bah!Bah!The gunshots rang out, and the station staff ran in, shouting: "Sneak attack!" I snorted and still lay there smoking.It's raining so much, how can I go outside?Alas, no big deal.I'm still lying there. The gunfire of about ten rounds stopped, Xiao Dao waited for soldiers to come in, shook his wet clothes and said: Sixteen people were killed today.The two coolies who stayed behind tried to take advantage of the storm to escape, and soon let them meet Hades. I sarcastically said: I have become a drowned rat, thank you for your hard work.He took the credit and proudly went straight to report to the squad leader, and I smoked a cigarette again. Kojima is a man who is very flattering and shows great enthusiasm for his boss.He was a sophomore who had been our recruit's administrator.He wants us to talk about the spirit of the soldiers, deliberately making things difficult for us, and I don't know how many times I have been scolded by him about smoking.At night, I went to the place where the spittoon was placed behind the squadron to hide from smoking, and I was repeatedly reprimanded maliciously by him. Yesterday, he dedicated all the chickens collected by the team members and the wine allocated to them to the team leader. I got angry and said: Xiao Dao, you are not allowed to take things from the unit without authorization, whether it is wine or chicken, they are not your personal things, they should go into the stomachs of all the members of the unit.Even if you are the team leader, you can't do whatever you want, the team leader doesn't have this power. Kojima is a person who is completely obedient to his superiors. He occasionally uses his subordinates for his own safety.In order to be promoted to the corps leader, he took four chickens and three liters of wine as tribute. All the team members were filled with righteous indignation, but no one said it to their faces.Every time I scolded him, he replied nonchalantly: Really, if you think I'm holding a loincloth, I can't help it.Now, he must be reporting to the squad leader. Luwangfen station was built alone in a barren place.It is said to be a station, but there are only two or three small buildings.To the east of the station are vast wheat fields, and to the west are continuous bare hills.On the hillside is the majestic and palace-style Tomb of King Lu.It is still unclear what era King Lu was and what achievements he had.Just judging from the construction of this magnificent tomb, he must be a person who has made great achievements. The tank team chased the enemy and came to Luwangfen Station.There are many landmines on this road.About three kilometers in front of the station, a tank was unable to move after touching a mine, so the soldiers had to throw away the tank and run to chase the enemy.The battle came to an end, and the tank crew headed by the lieutenant returned to repair the vehicle.They were very afraid of being attacked by the enemy, so they came to our team to camp.The heavy tanks, light tanks and four trucks they drove were parked on the platform.The two soldiers in the tank dozed off at night. The day after the shooting of sixteen people, I was in charge of sentry.I took a nap, and at about two o'clock in the morning, two cannons suddenly sounded nearby, breaking the silence around me.Recently, our nerves have been numb, and we are not surprised to hear the sound of artillery.I slowly sat up and pricked up my ears, but there was no sound after that.It’s time for the changing of the guard. I went to the rest room, and the sentry came back to report: I heard unusual sounds in the dark, as if two or three people were walking, and there was the sound of rattling gun blades and rattling lunch boxes. friction sound.I asked: Who is it?What are you doing?no answer.I shouted again: Who is it?Still no answer.The sound seemed to be getting closer, and I immediately reported to the tank team, and the tank captain ordered to fire.After two shells were fired, the sound stopped, as if the monster thing had escaped.There was no sound after that. Some people said: In the direction of the strange sound, a horse confiscated a few days ago was tied to a tree. Could it be that I was patrolling the platform after the sentry changed guard? In the dark, I noticed Kashaza Sand, the sound of crackling sounded again. I pricked up my ears and observed carefully through the darkness. I vaguely saw the shadow of a horse in the darkness. When I got closer, the horse was tied to a tree. Scratching the front, rattling the bit, rattling the saddle.It really was a horse. It's not worth firing a cannon at a tethered horse just because it's too nervous.I smiled wryly and walked up and down the platform quietly. The four Chinese people brought back by the soldiers of the tank team will be executed today. At that time, we killed the people who passed by our camp and the coolies who were confiscated to carry luggage.Luwangfen station has become a slaughterhouse, and we are the gods of death. I was going to kill them all.Three of the four Chinese were young people in their twenties, and one was a middle-aged man over forty. The sky that had rained heavily yesterday suddenly cleared up, and the air was fresh and pure. We sat on the railroad watching them. The man who was over forty years old knelt on the ground and begged bitterly. He said he was forty-eight years old, and added: I have parents, a wife, and two children, and they are all waiting for me to go back.I'm not a soldier, I'm a farmer.Please forgive me.He kept prostrating, pleading with his forehead beating.He said his wife was forty years old.He wrote a request on a scrap of paper and handed it in, but we didn't understand what it meant. Someone tried to shake his palm and said: It's very soft.It's a soldier. Farmers and workers have hard calluses on their palms, while soldiers' palms are mostly soft.Although people think that the palms of soldiers in the army should be hard, they are not. We conversed with him in oddly accented Chinese, but to no avail.Young station staff came to help, also to no avail.The language barrier made us very anxious. The request was signed by the names of four persons.The man put his hands on the ground and kowtowed, begging bitterly.I observed carefully and found that one of the young men was playing with a small stone with his right hand, and his eyes were also fixed on the stone.It's not honest at this time, what kind of pebbles are you playing with!I thought he was outrageous, so I reprimanded him loudly, and he hit his head on the ground again.He had a large head, a triangular face, wide eyes that were sharp as knives, and a wrinkled forehead that gave him a sinister look.His clothes were ragged, his round knees were exposed, and his black and red face was disgusting. The palms of the three young men were also soft.Among them was a young man named Ji Ziran. He was very good-looking and intelligent. He looked like a student soldier. He also wore tattered clothes that did not match his appearance.These young people pretended to be confused like idiots. The corporal leader who was in charge of inspection wanted to take two young people away, saying that they were practicing judo.He began to practice, lifting the young man on his back and then falling.There is such a man in the world who pursues useless vanity in front of others. The corporal seemed to get carried away. He said he knew judo and started practicing again.The young man was thrown down three or four times by him, and stood there unsteadily. I sarcastically said: Hey, hey, I know your judo stick.But this is not a judo field, and now is not the time to practice.I'm going to kill this guy right away, so don't bully him. The Chinese people sat down in a horizontal line again, and the young man on the left didn't know whether he was simple-minded or pretending to be stupid, and he was there in a daze, not begging like the other three.He twisted his body and changed his posture. The team leader thought he was arrogant and hit him hard with the end of the knife.The forty-eight-year-old man next to him grabbed the pebble that the young man was playing with, muttering something.It must be saying to the young people, beg for mercy honestly.The squad leader thought that the two of them were plotting and tricking, and became more and more annoyed. The language barrier made us anxious, because we could neither plead nor understand, and many innocent people were killed.We interrogated for an hour and got nothing.They couldn't really prove they were good people, and we decided to kill them anyway. Last night, the squad leader said he would lend me his saber.I originally planned to use the squad leader's saber, but for some reason, the squad leader didn't lend it to me when it came time to kill.I don't know if the squad leader hates his saber being stained with blood, or he is afraid of breaking it. I guess he may think it is unlucky to have blood on his saber. However, knowing the purpose of the saber, he is afraid of being stained with blood. The idea is stupid.The team leader, Second Lieutenant Murashita, has never experienced war and has never killed anyone. I had to borrow a one-foot-eight-inch long Japanese knife from the station staff.The four will be taken to the place where the sixteen coolies were killed yesterday.When I was borrowing the knife, I heard the cry of running away. Looking back, I saw a young man running fast, with the team leader and two or three soldiers chasing after him.I pulled out my knife sharply and chased after him. The field is full of mud, because it rained last night, the ground is muddy, and the mud sticks to my legs, so I can't run fast.The young man ran desperately, but he was exhausted. He seemed to feel that the god of death was chasing him, and he was chasing him with great momentum.If caught, there is no doubt of death. The pursuers were furious and approached the young man step by step.Suddenly, as if he had stumbled over something, perhaps because his crazy feet didn't work, he fell all of a sudden, but he got up immediately and tried to run again.But it was too late, the pursuers caught him, and other soldiers frantically picked him with bayonets.The young man was forcibly pulled up, and when he walked over, his head and face were bleeding, and his body was covered in blood. I went around behind him to kill him.At this time, the team leader said, take him to the mountain and kill him, go away!I roared and followed behind the young man.The chasing people gasped and said angrily: "Bastard, how dare you run!" I followed the young man and saw the blood on his neck, and I had the impulse to kill him just walking like this.I shouted loudly: kill!But the team leader stopped him and said: Go further.Soon we came near the corpses that had been killed yesterday, and I pulled the knife out of its sheath.The comrade undid the sash around the young man's neck and took off his jacket. I thought it would be easy to chop just standing like this, but my comrades said to try kneeling, so the young man knelt down.Hey!I cut it down hard.It was the first time in my life that I chopped off a human head with a knife.At that moment, I closed my eyes.While chopping, I slanted the knife, and naturally my body was also slanted, not looking at the young man's death. Standing behind me, Private First Class Nakanoshima exclaimed, "Ah, that's great!"Looking back, the young man was obedient and dying. About half of the head above the ears had been cut off. Blood suddenly spurted five or six inches high from the knife edge like a thin fountain. The blood-red knife edge seemed to be split in two. Half a pomegranate, split about two inches long.The moment the young man was chopped off, he didn't even hum.I didn't think about anything at the moment of chopping, but when I saw the pomegranate-like incision, I suddenly felt sick.The moment I cut it, I felt that I could definitely hit it.My negligence is that I didn't turn right at the moment of chopping, maybe I started a little lightly.The skull was split in half, but the knife did not damage it at all.That's because the knife was pulled in front of my eyes when I cut it.If it is too deep to cut, like cutting a tree, it will damage the knife. At that time, I thought that if I cut it smoothly, I could solve it with one knife.I was going to aim for the neck, but I didn't cut it right.When chopping people, aim at places that are easy to chop. Moreover, the moment the knife is lowered, it must be turned to the right vigorously. If you do not use force, the blade will have no strength.I'm confident in my wrist, I'm strong.I don't think about anything when I chop, but I'm a little weaker when I spin right.Judging from the edge of the cut, it can be seen that I used considerable strength.When chopping, I held the knife vigorously at first, but when I retracted the knife, I relaxed a little. Shimada, who was standing nearby, said he was taken aback by my drive.I think that when cutting people, the knife will not cut if it is stretched forward.If you want to say which one requires more strength, the knife is stretched forward or the knife is pulled back, I think it still needs a lot of strength to pull it back.Bright red blood flowed out, leaving only a thin bloodstain on the blade. I thought it would be dripping with blood, but because I pulled it hard at the moment of chopping, there was no blood on it.When cutting someone, you must be decisive, it must be an instant.With a cry of Hey, immediately cut down. Then, Private Noguchi cut another person.Also just for a moment. The chopped young man struggled in pain, and two or three soldiers had to stab him to death together. That forty-eight-year-old man is still crying and begging for mercy in an unsightly manner, and it is difficult to deal with.He pestered desperately that it was best to let him go and kill him from behind. We said to him: Flee!But he didn't run away, and kept crying and begging. The squad leader ordered: Execute on the spot!Adding up to the sixteen people killed yesterday was exactly twenty.These twenty corpses were lying on the hillside halfway up and down. We came down from the mountain, bathed in pots of water that had been boiled, and then ate and drank.Recently, we have been drinking and singing almost every night.For us, the evening banquet is the happiest, and singing cassock songs is the happiest, and it is the same tonight. We got so drunk and lay down on the ground. March twenty-fifth. Taro seemed to have forgotten his brother's death, and became happy again in a childlike manner, singing the cassock song.太郎他們像狗一樣鑽在床底下躺著，我高興地用鼻子哼著教他們唱袈裟曲。 我們大醉，一直酣睡到凌晨四點左右。突然，小隊長來了，他命令道：信號彈在山那頭閃過，快去偵察！我起身一看，坦克隊隊員正在整裝，滿天星星閃爍，月色朦朧。兩名步哨站在路旁。 步哨，信號彈是從哪個方向升起的？ 山那邊。 早嗎？ 可是，東，好像不是信號彈，是銀白色、紅色的火焰，在半山腰掃過，變成細焰消失了。他（指坦克兵的步哨）說是信號彈，可我不認為，不過立花上等兵凝望著遠山，說道，當然不是一般的火焰，是一種奇怪的火焰。 那麼，是流星吧。 不、不，的確不是流星。 我對立花說：不管怎麼樣，去偵察一下，一個小時不到就回來，當心點兒。 於是我們四個人一起過了鐵路，鑽過鐵絲網的缺口，向潞王墳方向走去，穿過稻田，登上山間小道。 小道在月色下清晰可見。我們默默地走著，刺刀尖泛著、白光，只有笨重的靴子聲，吧嚓吧嚓在寂靜的山間迴響。走了一會兒，我們看到左邊稻田裡橫著一具屍體，是昨天下午殺掉的那個傢伙。往前走了十五六米，又看到右邊有三具屍體。 我殺的那個傢伙也緊緊地伏在地上。都是昨天剛殺過的新鮮的屍體，我不想看我親手殺的那個人，於是盡量不去看。 那個臨死前表現不好的四十八歲的男子，蠢笨的身軀被翻了過來，月光可怕地照在他那張難看的臉上。在昨天下午三點，距現在十二個小時以前，還是活生生的那個頑強地乞求饒命的大男人，現在被冰冷的夜露淋濕了，月光在他的屍體上玩耍。 我們來到一條凹凸不平極難走的路上，路漸漸地成為陡坡，我們來到坡頂。野狗在遠處的黑暗中嗥嗥地叫著。北支那這個地方野狗很多。 來到山坡，我們看到昨天所殺的屍體還橫臥在那裡。我們從屍體旁走過，又登上第二個山坡，山巒綿延起伏。我們通過的下邊已經完全消失在黑暗裡。漆黑的夜幕在我們的腳下無限地伸展著。夜空中閃爍著無數的星星，月牙兒像女王似的放射著暗淡的光芒。 我們爬了大半個山，連敵人的影子也沒看到，似乎也沒有什麼異常。寒冷的地表隱沒在黑暗裡，地上的靜謐包圍著我們，只有星星和月亮在閃爍。有時傳來野狗在遙遠的黑暗裡的嗥叫。 好像沒有什麼異常。 no. 還是流星吧。 可是，立花說確實不是流星，他說是像銀白色、紅色的火焰一閃而過，變細之後消逝了。 是不是鬼火？ Will-o'-the-wisp?有鬼火嗎？ 磷火燃燒倒是有的，或許是野狗叼著屍體跑，屍體中的磷燃燒著。 是幽靈？是昨天殺死的支那佬的幽靈？ Namo Amitabha. What?What?不要說這些稀奇古怪的話，南無阿彌陀佛。 do not talk.再好好想想。 那好，回去時，我們數數屍體的數目。屍體有二十具就對了。 Just do it. 我們順著原來的路下山，毫無警戒地大聲說著話。 昨天的暴風雨真不可思議埃連續幾個月都是晴天，又到了春天，竟然下起了冰雹。 是神憐憫這二十個支那佬，降下冰雹來哀悼吧。 你別鬧了。 可確實有點這種感覺，因為這場暴風雨來得太突然、大瘋狂。 這二十個人應該恨我們。 那當然，沒有一個人會感謝你殺了他的，特別是要憤恨東，我們這裡殺人的只有東。 說什麼啊，我殺的那傢伙，一刀就把大腦砍掉，他什麼都不會想了。 忽然，那石榴般流血的刀口和血噴出來的情景，在我眼前閃現，我一陣噁心。 你們認為殺死的二十人中最冤的是哪一個？ 是那個四十八歲的大男人。因為他說有父母、有妻子、有孩子，並且頑強地乞求饒命。 我討厭了，別說這些吧。 不知是誰最後說了一句，大家一下子都沉默了，但是，誰也沒有感到恐怖。戰爭時期就是這樣吧。不久，我們來到前天殺死的十六具屍體的地方。一、二、三、十六，真是十六個。這些屍體有的頭歪著，有的頭朝下，有的頭仰著，滿地都是。斷頭的軀幹發怒地衝著蒼天。捅過的屍體像隨便扔掉的衣服一樣橫在那兒。 那個對著荒原上等兵大叫、齜牙咧嘴地傻笑的男人，即使在地獄裡也會被這場暴風驟雨蠻橫地刮倒吧。 無論哪一具屍體都好像被大地緊緊地吸住，靜靜的，一動也不動。這時，暗淡的月光徘徊在這些屍體上。 沒什麼異常，是十六具。 sixteen. 我們又沉默地往下走，下面的山坡上有四具屍體。我殺的那個年輕人垂著頭趴在那裡。頭後部的刀口在夜色中呈黑紅色，乾裂了。我突然閉上眼睛，不想再看。 Let's go back.我說著，邁開腳步。那石榴般的刀口浮現在眼剛。 唱袈裟曲吧。我剛說完，大家就唱了起來：不能戀慕的外鄉人大家齊聲地唱著。黑夜裡寂靜的山上，響徹著袈裟曲。這是對死者的超度。唱完一段袈裟曲，突然我的頭腦裡又若隱若現地浮出那石榴般的刀口。然後我又唱起袈裟曲。 石榴般的刀口若隱若現，實在是討厭。但我感覺不到任何恐怖和不安，完全是一種坦然的心態。 不久，我們來到平地。在鐵路邊鐵絲網的缺口處，孤零零地站著步哨。 什麼異常也沒有。 是嗎，還是鬼火吧。 殺了二十個人，會出鬼火。 喂，步哨，你看到鬼火，以為是信號彈了。 防禦總不免神經緊張。 我們向小隊長報告沒有異常現象，小隊長自言自語說：那麼，還是鬼火吧。 鬼火存在嗎？ Have it? 不知道有沒有。不過，還是鬼火吧。 我們把那奇怪的火看作是鬼火，又鑽到床上睡覺了。 Its daybreak.今天要和值得回憶的潞王墳告別。其他部隊還會來這裡警戒，我們給車站工作人員發了手榴彈，並提醒他們如果遇到敵人襲擊，就用手榴彈來防衛，然後鑽入地下室。 大野聯隊決定從新鄉北上到這裡。我們上午十點整隊，然後坐在廣場上等待。先頭部隊於下午一點左右到達，長龍般的隊列從我們的身邊通過。太陽火辣辣地照著，溫暖的空氣使人懶洋洋地想睡覺。我們背著背包，仰頭大睡。 我們這個小隊被命令到隊列的最後去援助車輛。車輛、野戰炮、軍隊和馬匹陸續不斷。 我們無精打采地躺著，一邊抽煙一邊看著部隊從眼前通過，這時有一輛六匹馬拉著的彈藥車過來了，車上不是彈藥，而是一大堆毛毯，毛毯上躺著一個悠閒的炮兵，鼻子裡哼著歌。 這輛車到達通往山裡的十字路口，剛要通過，忽然轟鹵一聲巨響，車輛飛向空中，馬掙脫韁繩狂奔起來，躺在車上的士兵被摔到溝裡。 我們從十點開始在這太陽中等待了三個小時，熱得渾身發軟，這聲巨響驚得我們一下子睜開眼。我原以為是炮彈自然爆炸。車輛成了碎片，四處飛散，彈片落在離我們三四米的地方，隊員們嚇得四處逃避。村下少尉鐵青著臉，大聲吼叫：喂，有沒有受傷的？ 那位哼著歌的炮兵早已嚇破了膽，好像死了似的趴在溝中一動不動。幸好是躺在毛毯上，沒有受傷。 地面上出現一個大洞。是地雷。 不知誰叫道：喂，還有哩。Please note! 向前走似乎很恐怖。這條路至今每天都要通過幾十輛大卡車，而且還有很多人馬通過，可是沒有被炸毀。那是敵人埋地雷時埋得太深的緣故。前天晚上的一場大雨，使泥土鬆軟，加上許多部隊通過這裡，泥土漸漸地變硬最終導致了爆炸。 部隊在我們面前通過，花了整整一個小時。到下午三點，我們才最後出發。我們向在後方被高高的磚牆圍著的城堡般的潞王和他妃子的墳告別。 太陽火辣辣地照著，照得身上直淌汗。 討厭的行軍又開始了。這麼多人的大部隊要宿營的話，需要十個村莊吧。這次出發，決定行軍一個小時後再宿營。 我們來到城門時，小隊長檢查人數，發現少了士兵木下。這個男人始終有氣無力，是個傻瓜。城門的正前面有一條護城河，河上有一座石橋。我們在石橋上休息，等著木下一等兵。 五分鐘過去了，十分鐘過去了，可木下君還沒有到。和以往一樣，為了等木下君，全體人員都要遭罪，大家憤憤不平地痛罵他。以前北支戰鬥時，他給大家帶來過很大的麻煩。 時間漸漸過去，我們想早點回宿舍休息，更是大罵特罵。 二十分鐘過去，蓄著威廉二世式鬍鬚的大男人木下君像將軍似的乘著人力車悠然來到。他的舉動令大家寒心。大家抓住他這種態度極壞、毫無禮貌的行為，大聲地斥責。木下君慌忙想從車上下來，苦力不知道車要停在哪兒，逕自拉著車往小隊這個方向走來。木下君邊叫著你你，邊在車上暴跳著。激烈搖晃的車停了下來。 小隊長不吭聲地看著他，突然使勁地打了過去，怒罵：混蛋！那天晚上，木下說自己肚子痛，並表明不參加以後的討伐。他從未參加過戰鬥，現在他又想迴避了。