Chapter 14 [Volume 3 Blood Sacrifice of the Nation, My Rizhi Incident Battle Record]

【Section Four】 The next day we left him behind and set off. During the day and night of the northern branch crusade, we feel the nature, the land, and the time and infinity. The actions of the troops must obey the radio orders of the headquarters, so even the captain himself does not know the goal of tomorrow's advance . The time for receiving orders is also uncertain. The time for receiving radios is always eleven o'clock in the evening or four o'clock in the morning, so the daily departure time cannot be known until this time.The approximate departure time is 5 or 6 am, and the camping time is 7 or 8 pm.

On the afternoon of the eighth day after departure, we came to the vicinity of Daokou Town again.The scorching sun made people very uncomfortable, and our bodies covered in sweat and dust were exhausted and we were struggling to walk. We moved left and right on this vast land to find the enemy.But there was no sign of an enemy.We were at the end of the long line, guarding the adaptable vehicle force.The sun is scorching hot, and we are extremely tired. The vehicles confiscated by the transport team moved forward slowly, and we stopped and stopped, waiting for the arrival of the vehicles.Finally, everyone couldn't bear it anymore, and they all piled their luggage on the car and dangled like shopping.

The team leader sat in the car, we lightened our burdens, walked and sang songs, smoked cigarettes, and ate snacks like elementary school students on a spring outing. Instigated to fly over. It turned out that the three vehicles from the headquarters of the regiment fell behind, and the remnants of the enemy wanted to grab the food they were carrying. They seemed to be stepping on the tail of a long snake, and attacked the rickshaws that were far behind. We quickly turned around and fell on the ground to fight.Enemy troops rushed towards the vehicle fiercely.After a few minutes, we took out the light machine guns, rifles and grenades, and the enemy ran away in a hurry.I jumped into the car and slammed the horse's ass, and the car moved.

The coolie driving the cart lay motionless in the ditch.The order came, and soon the field artillery fired fierce artillery fire at the village behind, and the enemy was terrified.The troops arrived one mile away from Daokou Town and decided to deal with the enemies in Daokou Town.Our team came to the junction of Daokou Town and Hua County, when the land was completely surrounded by darkness.I borrowed the military horse of the logistics soldier and rushed to contact the squadron, and the squad merged into the squadron. This village is a small village without walls, with only twenty or thirty houses.

The No. 3 Squadron was ordered to guard the village. We dug trenches in the wheat fields, spread the only sorghum husks, and slept in the trenches. The days are hot and the nights are cold.We ate compressed biscuits and waited for the dawn. Now it seemed to me that an hour seemed like hours, and this night seemed like countless long days.Gradually, the sun appeared on the horizon, and we seemed to wake up and breathe a sigh of relief.There is nothing more pleasing and thankful than the sun at this time.However, in the daytime, we have to suffer again.The venomous sun was making people upset.

We were heartily grateful to the morning sun at the camp, and after drinking cold water from our buckets, we set out to attack the town of Daokou.When we passed through Daokou Town, it was still a peaceful village, but now it is occupied by enemy troops. The shelling began, and dense shells were fired into the city.The enemy fled without firing a shot. The third squadron was responsible for attacking Ximen, but the enemy never fired a single bullet.The fight, like a child's game of war, was over quickly.Squadron leader Moriyama ran at the forefront, but the solid city gate was closed tightly and could not be opened, so a ladder was erected at the collapsed city wall.The squadron leader climbed up the ladder, but the ladder collapsed, and the squadron leader fell to the ground after a big somersault.This was done two or three times without success, and the upper class of Chaishan climbed up again.Many times the ladder collapsed, all failed.Takiguchi and I stood there dumbfounded, looking at them.

Takiguchi laughed and said: "Brave soldiers attack Ximen hard!"This is what journalists would write after seeing this scene.It's so pathetic, I can't bear to watch it. I replied: I can’t even laugh if I want to, it’s so pitiful! I said to myself sympathetically: There is no enemy who is so timid and flustered. Soon the upper class soldiers of Chaishan entered the city, and the squadron leader Morishan followed him. As soon as he entered, he shouted excitedly: Three enemies died inside the city gate, and there was still a heavy machine gun.The West Gate had been taken by a squadron of the 1st Squadron and a squadron of the 4th Squadron.

The inner side of the city gate was propped against by a large stone, and the door could not be opened. Three enemy corpses who had been hit by shells lay on the city wall.The guns used by the enemy seem to be from the last century.They wore tattered military uniforms and had nothing to rely on.To deal with these guys, one of our Japanese soldiers is enough.It's really not worth it when we think about all the hardships we have suffered. There is a small piece of paper on the body of the enemy soldier, which says the five soldiers who saved the country and resisted Japan, the Japanese invaders, this is an outstanding soldier who saved the country.

A thorough sweep was carried out in the city. Roofs here and there had been battered by shells, and few inhabitants could be seen.We broke into a big house, and there was a very rich-looking old man in his fifties. His children seem to go to schools in the city, and there are letters in English at home.His furniture is also very particular, as well as foreign-style beds.We opened all the drawers looking for valuables, but found nothing.I look at the collection first.While I was looking for a book, the old man quietly put his hand into his bosom. I realized something, stepped forward and squeezed the old man's hand, and looked into his bosom.I wondered uneasily if he would pull out a pistol.Unexpectedly, what he took out from his arms were banknotes, which were issued by Agricultural and Industrial Bank, Bank of Hebei, Central Bank, Bank of China, etc.It can be seen that banks in China also issued banknotes in various places like the Tokugawa era in my country that issued their own currencies.

The old man watched anxiously to see if we would snatch those hundred dollar bills. I beat and cursed: Bastard!Japanese soldiers are not bandits.I threw the notes together in his face. The old man smiled for a moment, and picked up the scattered banknotes while saying thank you. We caught a total of ten chickens and ducks, confiscated the silk quilts, and returned to the dormitory.The team leader transported the straw mats and the full set of bedding on the foreign-style bed back to the dormitory.We slept in muddy military uniforms and silk quilts tonight. A herd of goats who lost their owners screamed mournfully on the road.It was a long time before night, and we began to wash clothes, arrange guns, and prepare dinner.In the evening, we ate chicken and duck, drank Chinese wine, and sang cassock songs as usual.

The next morning, Private Noguchi received a cart and four horses.He is very good at collecting things, and the team members piled their backpacks on the car and set off. In the afternoon, I came to the vicinity of Suanzao (Sanzao, the name of the ancient county, where the government is located in the southwest of Yanjin, Henan today.).There is a lonely hill with a palace built on the top of the hill. The squadron leader explained: That hill is the famous Dabai Mountain.It is said that in the past the emperor rode a unicorn up there. After passing Dabai Mountain, we saw a big spring with clear spring water flowing.This area was once the site of the old Yellow River rich in water.We bypassed the spring and camped in the small village that looked like a ruin.There was a young man in his mid-twenties in that village.Corporal Nishimoto grabbed him and said: You must be the remaining enemy.So he wrapped the young man in a quilt, poured gasoline on it, and lit the fire.The fire blazed up, and the young man became a burning man in an instant, and there was a hellish howl from inside the quilt. Nishimoto smiled and said: Is it hot?I know if you don't cry.I feel hot standing next to it.Don't worry, it won't be hot in a while. Nishimoto did similar things in Nanjing. He was always a cruel person, and such people are in our team.He is as cruel and ruthless as an uneducated and ignorant man. The quilt burned the clothes, and the young man jumped up with all his strength, and he died. We walked from village to village and through forests.Wherever we went, cattle and horses were taken, and women suffered.Each of our squadrons had ten or fifteen wagons, each with four to six horses or donkeys.The coolies waved their long whips, and the queue of the boarding convoy alone was as long as a mile. April 6th. Dusk is coming on the vast land.The huge red sunset outlines the mesmerizing beauty of nature, and we fall into dreamland.The setting sun is hidden in the distant woods, emitting golden light.The rushing clouds flow in the light, which is extremely spectacular. This loving light from the mother and father of nature shines on everything on the earth, both friend and foe.The setting sun gradually entered the night, and the distant woods disappeared into darkness.Soon, a jewel-like brilliance floated alone in the sky above the wheat field, and the cart pulled by five horses rolled up dust all over the sky. Echoing, the horse galloped toward the woods. The coolie, choking on the dust beside the cart, waved his whip.The long procession plunged like a torrent into the dust, and then rushed toward the dark woods.This torrent is not a timid and passive torrent, it is a resolute torrent that rushes boldly towards the enemy's position. The sky in the distance is shining with jewel-like brilliance, and on the endless plain, the willow forest is immersed in darkness, leaving only a faint ray of sunlight. Nothing could be heard except the barking of dogs in the distance.On this vast and boundless land, across the endless wheat waves, the marching song sounded in the long queue, which was played by the artillery with the harmonica. What a touching and unforgettable scene. April 7th. In the square adjacent to our dormitory, a Chinese horse tied to a cart attacked the poor donkey.The poor donkey's ears and head were huge, his legs were as thin as an old man's walking stick, and his buttocks were wobbling.The donkey is such a pitiful animal, its body is too small, she never burst into tears, only lamented with the cry of a poor girl when she loses love, the cry of grief, and the sound of cursing with resentment.I want to see donkeys as maidens. She is charming and charming, as if lamenting all the misfortunes, all the hatred, all the cursing, all the dissatisfaction in this world.She lamented that the farmer's livestock as the highest property on this land was plundered, the farmland regarded as their parents was abandoned, the whole clan was slaughtered, their beloved wife and daughter were insulted, their houses were burned, and they had no shelter tonight and no food for tomorrow. Crying out the grief of the peasants who suffered from the war. Full of sad animal donkeys. The two-foot-long penis of the Chinese horse was dangling, pressing on the donkey.After a failed mating, a horse slides off a donkey.This was done two or three times without success. For the fourth time, Private Noguchi assisted in inserting the penis forcefully.The horse swayed excitedly and penetrated deeper, and it took about a minute to finish.A lot of liquid dripped down from between the donkey's crotch.The horse's penis is really big.Huge crowds of soldiers watched happily.I am also one of them. Ma's life seems to be without much happiness and entertainment.Nothing but pain.Yes, nothing but pain. They get what little straw they have from man, and it is used cruelly by man.They don't get any freedom, only instinct is their own freedom.They have no language, no matter how painful they are, they can't tell, no matter what desires they have, they can't talk about it.When they show pain, it is when they are dying. They just blindly obey people's orders and keep running.Only when you have exhausted all your energy can you tell the pain, and at this time you are dying.This is the only way they can express their pain to people.The only way this sorrow can be, is that they lie there, never to move, and they can only speak out of hungry, empty stomachs.If they have the freedom to speak, they also have the freedom to be cruelly abused. Their exuberant libido is like burning with sulfuric acid.In their lives, there is no nourishment or beauty, only the pain of being abused.They were born to be cruelly used, and even their instincts were deprived, but their lives continued. Creatures all work to beg for food, but they are only cruelly used by man and cannot beg for food.As it is with horses, so it is with our lives. Turgenev said: Life is not a game, it is not a pastime, and of course it is not a joy.Life is pain. We have to go through this painful life.We do not want our nation to perish.We are at great sacrifice to seek our nation's prosperity, and we are fighting other nations for it. How is the world of horses different from the world of us humans who use horses? The sunny weather continued.The wheat grows to five or six inches and is green everywhere. Each squadron has ten carts, and five or six horses pull the carts forward together.Every time we pass through a village, we have to collect a lot of cattle, horses, and chickens. I think it's very late today, and I may not be able to eat anything.I plan to pluck the feathers of the two chickens that were confiscated.I sit in the car as a vehicle watcher.I wanted to tell the Chinese man following the car to pull out the feathers of those two chickens, but because I couldn’t understand the language, I had to point to the chickens and say this, while pulling out two or three feathers and handing them to him. The coolie nodded in understanding, and put the chickens away On the hand, the hair is pulled out alive. The coolie plucked the feathers and made a noise. I wanted to kill the chicken before plucking it, but I couldn't understand the language, so I took the chicken again, picked up the chicken's neck as if killing a chicken, and said to him: "It's dead!" died. The coolie took the chicken from my hand, forcibly twisted the chicken's neck, then pinched the bleeding chicken head and pulled out the feathers.He was doing what he took for granted as if nothing had happened.I felt so cruel, looking at his face.But he calmly plucked the feathers of a live chicken.What a cruel day, the warrant officer and I went to the village near the Yellow River where the Ninth Regiment was stationed.Next to this village flows a tributary of the Yellow River, and green willow branches hang down by the river. Everyone was discussing that eight soldiers of a certain squadron of the Ninth Regiment had been attacked.It is said that when the eight soldiers went to the nearby villages to sweep, they found more than ten spears of the red gun bandits there.They twined these spears together and let the twenty Chinese sent from the army hold them and follow behind.The beautiful scenery made them completely paralyzed, and they relaxed their vigilance. They were humming and walking. Suddenly, they heard a loud cry, and one of them fell down.It turned out that the escorted Chinese people were bandits, and they took advantage of the opportunity to quietly distribute spears and attack from behind. The soldiers were overwhelmed with astonishment and were all annihilated.The eight soldiers were ignominiously stabbed to death and their guns taken from them.After hearing this, we felt that the soldiers of the Ninth Regiment had asked for this result, so we laughed and said: It must be very painful because we were stabbed by a rusty spear!