Chapter 21 【Volume 5 Blood Sacrifice of the Nation My Rizhi Incident War Record】

【Section III】 September 5th. Soldiers have become emotionally nihilistic lately.Since entering Jining, the soldiers have lost their tension and enthusiasm.As the war prolongs, feelings of emptiness, melancholy, and broken jars gradually rise.Empty thoughts without any hope, without light, without enthusiasm, and without vitality are eroding the hearts of soldiers every day, and comrades-in-arms are doing their own thing, building walls without harmony and friendship, using blunt, sarcasm, and sarcasm They refuted each other's words, as if they didn't care who was going to say what, or who was going to do what.This atmosphere took root in people's hearts.They often start verbal wars and conflicts over trivial matters.

In the tense years of the past, everyone used to be a mutual support and friendship group, but now everyone has revealed their own individuality, and the hearts of estrangement caused by age differences are biting each other. It is very unpleasant and very painful to live in this gloomy depression of decadence, boredom, restlessness, and discord.In our hearts, there is no novelty anymore, and our senses are dull.I no longer feel the meaning of life and all kinds of truths that should be ignored on the battlefield.Although I have tried to find something out of a shell's cavity. With the continuation of the war of killing people, setting fires, and destroying cities and towns, it is not so much that the sense of the battlefield has become dull, it is better to say that it has become commonplace, and everything on the battlefield is no longer surprising.

September 8th. After a long time, I received a letter from China.There are still photos in the sister's letter. She became beautiful, pure and beautiful like a young sweetfish, full of the beauty of a nineteen-year-old girl.ah!How demure and lovely, I wish my sister Hatsue happiness, my sister Hisako and my father also sent letters. My father was very strong in the face of our brothers' situation.The arrogance of the prime of life is vivid on the paper, and the sixty-five-year-old father really seems to be twenty years younger. My father sent all three of our sons to the battlefield and prayed for the children's military luck; he misses and cares about the hard work of the children and encourages himself with the spirit of the battlefield. What a lovely father.He wrote in the letter: After Zhengji went to the expedition, until today, he has not rested for a day, and has been working hard all the time.

Although my father often couldn't sleep at night due to coughing, he said that the spirit probably defeated the body, and he finally survived without getting sick.The sister wrote in the letter: Although your parents sent your three sons to go to war, they are not sad. Here I offer my best wishes to the poor parents, wishing them peace of mind and peace of mind. In order to be able to start without any worries as soon as we received the departure order, we bought cigarettes and snacks in advance.The small hotel in the barracks is right next to the wide road, and the soldiers are crowded together, shouting loudly, holding military tickets in their hands, and waving their arms, just like those people who lose their ability to judge the market in the stock market .

Dozens of yokan, canned oranges, canned pineapples, dry snacks, and soft drinks were sold in the blink of an eye. We must consider how many packs of cigarettes we should bring before the battle begins, predict the number of days when the next battle will end, and ensure that there are enough cigarettes, because there will not be any cigarette shops on the battlefield.I estimated that it would take two months to attack Hankow, so I bought sixty packs of cigarettes. On the afternoon of the 9th, I suddenly received a departure order, nervously prepared for departure, and boarded the truck after nightfall.

The truck puffed through the night on dark, bad roads.At about 9 o'clock the next morning, as soon as we arrived in Lu'an, we got off the car and started marching in the dust.On the right stands a solid city wall made of city bricks. There is a small park outside the city.Lu'an is the place where the enemy general Li Zongren fled from Xuzhou to take command here. It was originally a four-room-wide, decent road, but it was also badly damaged. After advancing for a while, we saw a wide and clear river.Many engineers and soldiers are building bridges, and materials and supplies transported by the baggage soldiers are piled up like mountains.The pier gave the impression that the waterway for transporting supplies had been cut off.We crossed the river on a three-foot-wide pontoon.The river water is very clear, which is rarely seen in China.The sand on the river beach is wider than the river surface, and the truck drives on the river beach covered with logs.

The road is wide and easy to walk, but the march is still very hard.The September sun was still scorching hot, sweat kept flowing, and my throat was so thirsty that it was about to smoke.The road is built in a high-lying miscellaneous forest, and there is no drinking water.On the way forward, I often met soldiers rushing to the front line in groups of three or four, they were in groups of two or three, and one of them was walking alone.They were soldiers from the Thirteenth Division who were chasing the troops after they were discharged from the hospital. They only need to rush back to their unit within 40 days after being discharged from the hospital, so they left in a leisurely and easy manner.At first it was in groups of three or four, and then more and more people walked forward.

We turned left and right along the road, climbed mountains and went downhill again, and we worked hard. Starting from Lu'an until the afternoon of the third day, I was extremely tired, and arrived at a village at around 5:00 pm.Speaking of a village, it is nothing more than a few scattered farm families.Our first team walked into a house with a big yard.Everyone was exhausted to the extreme. As soon as they arrived at the dormitory, they sat on the ground plopping down, too tired to get up.The squad leader sat on the haystack in the yard and untied his shoelaces.Everyone was so tired that they didn't care about the captain, and they still sat still.Because of the thirsty throat, I opened the canned pineapple that was distributed yesterday, and the three of them ate a can, and the team leader only got one-third of it.Since we didn't pass it to the team leader first, but ate it first, he seemed very angry and reprimanded the soldier on duty loudly.Private First Class Omori scolded: Are you so greedy? !Then he muttered in a low voice: You don't have to make trouble, let you eat the rest of the cans first!

The squad leader lost his temper arrogantly.But this incident did not show any prestige of the squad leader, on the contrary, it damaged his own majesty and aroused everyone's contempt.In our hearts we despised the squad leader who, just for a trivial matter and to satisfy his own personal appetite, reprimanded the soldiers on duty as if he had made a major mistake. The squad leader usually even asks the soldiers on duty to take his own lunch box, but who doesn't work hard?I don't understand him doing this.Perhaps he thought it was the prerogative of being an official to do so!But it's an unreasonable sense of superiority, it's abuse.

His attitude can only be described as the heart of a recruit in an officer's uniform. It is very close to the destination Yejiaji, and the sound of guns can be heard, and the war is still going on.On the 13th, I finally reached Yejiaji.The ten wounded soldiers of the 13th Division were all placed on the door and carried over. It was said that they were all bombed by mortar shells. The wounded lying on the door quietly closed their eyes.The blood stained the uniforms like muddy water, and some soldiers seemed to be in terribly painful pain. The war has finally begun, and the pungent smell of gunpowder from another war penetrates into everyone's heart through the nose, eyes, ears, and even the skin.From these ten stretchers, all the cruelty, misery and distress of the battle can be seen.Yejiaji is full of tense, flustered, and urgent atmosphere.Countless trucks kicked up dust and kept driving.The baggage trucks transporting ammunition kept rushing to the line of fire where the infantry troops were.There are horses neighing and hooves everywhere.Soldiers at the military depot were busy burning down houses to build a square for storing ammunition and food.Shovels were clanging, and broken tiles and bricks were everywhere.Smoke filled the air, and infantrymen could be seen wearing surrogate bandages smeared with fresh blood.This is the battlefield of the military station.The bombers made a rumbling sound, spread their silver wings in formation, and flew towards the Dabie Mountains.The Dabie Mountains stand proudly in front of you.The fierce cannon fire that was heard yesterday is not heard today.Has it turned into a chase?

All the dirty houses on either side of the narrow road were crowded with the wounded and sick.The walls were made of furniture and broken hemp stalks, and leftovers and dirt were scattered everywhere.The ground was covered with hemp stalks, and the wounded were wrapped in blood-oozing bandages. Some were lying on their stomachs, some were lying on their backs, some were lying on their backs, and some were staring at one place.So many wounded and sick are sleeping there, it's like pouring a bunch of radishes into a basket.Dust and flies were flying on the white bandages. In this extremely unclean environment and the pungent stench, the wounded soldier remained motionless like a grub.They were probably silently missing something, thinking about something. Through this painful injury, they are missing their parents and children in their hometown!Everyone's faces are earthy yellow, lifeless, shriveled and withered like autumn leaves, only the eyes are shining, and the expression is like being possessed by evil spirits. Every house on both sides of the road was full of such wounded soldiers.In addition, the extremely tired infantry lay lying on the side of the road, as if they were dead.They carried backpacks, like clay figurines, not so much wearing military uniforms as they were draped over their bodies, like starving people who died on the road.They looked very tired.It seems that if you try to talk to them, they will either want to come up and curse at you or bite you, or they will ignore you at all. They are simply too tired. Ah, the line of fire, this is the first line. We have a hostel in the village number one. The houses on both sides of the road are all dilapidated peasant families.Behind the house is a field, planted with small green vegetables and radishes.At the end of the field is a deep river, and all the drinking water comes from this river.There is a lot of hemp planted in this area, and the walls of every house are not made of bamboo in Japan, but hemp stalks are all used.The walls of the houses in China that I saw before were almost all made of bricks, but here, like Japan, they are all made of mud. We dug foxholes in the fields behind so that if the enemy attacked, we could fight at any time. September sixteenth. After two days of busy work, setting up the security and tidying up the dormitory, everything is finally ready, and we will go out to crusade and expropriate today.It is a crusade in name, but its purpose is expropriation.The first brigade set off lightly and marched to the foot of the Dabie Mountains. There had been fierce fighting in that area, and the place where the shells hit, left black craters.The bullets were scattered, and the corpses were scattered all over the place, rotted and blackened.In the trenches, some Chinese soldiers had their flesh eaten up by maggots, almost exposing their bones. Those khaki military uniforms had turned black, and the corpses inside gave off a pungent stench like discarded rotting fish.Some corpses have been bitten to pieces by wild dogs, giving people the feeling of some consumables.The death of the anti-Japanese heroes is really tragic.Here is hell.What is the point of these people's deaths? The Chinese soldiers were outcasts. Second Lieutenant Murashita and Private First Class Komazawa covered their noses with their hands and frowned.Battlefield!Of course there will be dead bodies, and I wonder if they haven't gotten used to it yet. Is my mind numb?Recently, I have no thoughts at all. Even when I see the miserable corpse, I don’t feel any emotion or sentimentality. I don’t think life is short or all things are impermanent. remnants of war.For this touching autumn mountain and wind, I only know that the scenery is beautiful, but I just feel that it is completely autumn, and the chestnuts are almost ready to eat.We searched everywhere, but found no food, not a single commoner.The pig made a miserable cry and ran around.There are dozens of ducks swimming in the pond, blown by the wind like cotton balls.We quickly picked up wooden sticks to chase pigs and catch ducks.I haven't eaten fish for a long time, so I drained the pond and threw grenades to catch fish. We caught eighty ducks, three pigs, three baskets of carp and trout, and on our way home, everyone laughed happily and said, "There will be something delicious tonight." We went back beaming, but we didn't expect the order to be waiting for us. What a bastard to have to move and start again!Everyone said in unison: What a pity!But there was no other way, so I had to drop the collected things and set off. Head towards the mountains south of Yejiaji.There are potato fields on the way.Along the mountain road, through the fields, we came to Kaishun Street.Kaishun Street is our security area. This is a small mountain village surrounded by ditches and earthen walls. When I entered the village, I saw a house, but I couldn't tell whether it was a temple or a school.Judging by the blackboard on the wall, it looks like a school.The location of our team is outside the door, and the first team went to the mountain to keep watch.In order to guard the road against enemy attacks, all the furniture was gathered and piled up on the road.It is said that there are about 400 enemies on the mountain in front of the village two kilometers away.According to the cavalry reconnaissance report, the enemy has four mortars, but they don't look like it at all. September eighteenth. After coming to Kaishun Street, it rained every day, and the surrounding was damp and gloomy.The Dabie Mountains in the front left are hazy in the autumn rain. On the ruins of houses that have been reduced to ashes, the red leaves of the big trees that have not yet been burned are falling, which makes people feel sad.The leaves are burning red, and it looks like autumn leaves that have changed color, showing autumn.It was only September 18th, and the night was already cold.September 18 last year was the day I left Tianjin, and it was still very hot in North China.Probably this is a mountainous area with high terrain, so autumn comes early!I feel totally autumn.The autumn wind is pleasant, the leaves haven't turned yellow yet, but it already has autumn colors, and it's raining gradually, and there are birds singing. On such a rainy day, facing the autumn wind, walking on the mountain road, looking at the scenery on the mountain, and hearing the chirping of birds, I thought of the autumn festival in Japan. My unit lived in the house at the end of the street.There are three rooms, one of which is occupied by a small team leader. In the middle room, there is a god on the front wall.Although he is a god, he just wrote the following words in ink on the big red paper and pasted it on the wall. In addition, there are red papers pasted on the pillars and doors at the entrance, on which are written couplets or couplets such as Swimming together in the mirror water, Hailou Jadeite asks Xiangyu, Huahaoyueyuanlifeshou and so on.These are all written according to their own ideas. Opposite our dormitory is Tian, ​​where we dug foxholes to prevent enemy attacks.The corporal post was set up in a house in the woods 200 meters ahead. It was a house, but it was in vain. It turned out to be a small shack, which was enough to prevent rain and dew. Before the war, it was probably a tea stand! One day, an incredible event happened, which is said to coincide with Kumano's dream. This was at Yejiaji, when a coolie from the fifth unit was brought back during the expropriation, he was killed about 100 meters away from the corporal post.When Reserve Private First Class Kumano went to the sentry that day, he saw the scene where the coolie was taken away before he was killed.He had nothing to do with that coolie, he didn't even touch his hands, he just saw the scene of being taken away. That night, Kumano had a dream.Kumano Junichi dreamed that he was arguing with others standing at the place where the coolies were killed.The corpses killed during the day were gone.It has been killed, it is impossible to live again, and it is impossible to escape on foot.The comrades-in-arms discussed: Who took the corpse, or was it carried away by wild dogs or wolves? The next morning, he told his comrades about his dream, and suggested that it would be best to go and have a look to see if the dream was true.It was agreed that the corporal chief, who was the corporal post chief, would go to find out what happened.The corporal took two soldiers with bullets in their guns and went to investigate.what's the result?As in the dream, the body was gone.They searched all over the neighborhood, but couldn't find it.It's incredible. Everyone was surprised, they reported.There was not a single commoner nearby, and it was completely unknown who came to take the corpse, because the scene of the coolie being killed was not seen by anyone except the sentries. Why Kumano, who has nothing to do with it, would have this dream is really incomprehensible. September 20th. We are just on the alert every day, doing nothing.Playing chess to pass the time since morning.While we were playing chess, information kept coming in. The Thirteenth Division suffered heavy losses in the battle near Yejiaji.Sometimes in order to attack a mountain, a lot of sacrifices have to be made in a valley, and malaria patients appear continuously, and the combat effectiveness drops sharply.So our Sixteenth Division went up to the line of fire to take over the defense.It is said that our division alone sent the 33rd Regiment, the 38th Regiment (30th Brigade) and the 9th Regiment (19th Brigade) to fight on the front line. Only our twentieth regiment served as rear guard. It is said that the 10th Division has opened up a very favorable front, only seven or eight miles away from Xinyang, so the 20th and 14th Divisions going south from Shanxi can continue to advance advantageously.In addition, the offensive troops on the south bank of the Yangtze River are also progressing smoothly, and it is said that they are currently advancing further towards Hankou. The current security positions of our wing are: the first brigade, the current location; the second brigade, near Anqing; the third brigade, the wing headquarters and Huoshan.But our alliance will soon be on the line. September 22nd. Since the supplementary soldiers arrived in Lu'an, the three heads of supplementary soldiers set off. I've been sleeping very happily at night lately because I dream about my parents, brothers, and sisters every night, and they're all pleasant dreams.I often dream about my grandmother and adoptive father who love me very much.I feel like they are watching over me all the time.I firmly believe that as long as I have the protection of my grandmother and adoptive father, no matter how dangerous I am, I will never die.Every time I get under the covers, my blood boils with excitement at the thought of seeing my grandmother, my parents, and my brothers again tonight. Who can I dream of tonight?I look forward to a peaceful sleep, my loved ones will come to my dream, talk to me, love me and encourage me. The daily rains made the transport roads muddy, making it more difficult for trucks to drive, and there was a shortage of food.Food shortages and marching difficulties were likewise no longer uncommon. From today onwards, I can only eat three heels of rice every day, so I have to collect food. The chestnuts have long since ripened and fallen to the ground.In the slight bleak autumn wind, drenched in light rain, walking on the carpet of fallen leaves made me forget about the war and feel like I am on the wild mountains in my hometown. I can't help but miss my hometown.During this walk full of tranquility and silence, the gun in my right hand does not let me take a step away from reality.The gun binds me firmly to reality and pulls me back into reality. After leaving the motherland, I haven't eaten chestnut rice for a long time, and today is the first time. Although I forgot to add salt, it was still delicious.The taste of hometown penetrated from the tip of the tongue into the body of the battle. The rain, zhe, zhe, lili were pouring down, and the enemy soldiers were working very hard. They worked hard to watch us on the mountain two kilometers away in the rain. September 23rd.I'm going to the corporal post.It was still raining. Just after dawn on the 24th, the continuous heavy rain last night suddenly stopped, and the clear blue sky unique to autumn appeared again.I stayed in a hut that was not even as good as a stall, and I lay down and lost myself in thought. For the future, I always have the fantasy of success, of being rich and distributing my personal property to my relatives.I was so haunted by this pleasant reverie that I couldn't even fall asleep. But I also thought that before realizing this ideal, one must first improve one's self-cultivation.You cannot conceive of greatness without overcoming your ego.You must accumulate self-cultivation to overcome yourself.While shaping yourself, the road will suddenly appear in front of you. Why should I have such illusions of success in the thick of the war?This is because I often seek happiness in fantasy.Although I am on the battlefield, I may die when, today or tomorrow.People, no matter what kind of danger they face, should think that only they can survive. When people have certain hopes, once any special changes happen, they will connect with their hopes and explain them to a favorable side.As a result, some promising reasoning seems to spread in one's inner world as if it were true, and thinking strategies can easily take advantage of it here. It is said that the supplementary soldiers will be merged into the squadron.So the reserve soldiers speculated that the supplementary soldiers came to replace the reserve soldiers, and the reserve soldiers stayed behind to guard and would soon return victorious.In the end, it was publicized as if it was real, which made the reserve soldiers really happy. And something similar happened again, adding fuel to the heat of the Triumph.Rumors spread that an order has been issued, starting from September 1st, the entire army is strictly prohibited from posting parcels, and for a period of time to come, parcels from the mainland will also be stopped and will no longer be delivered to us. Hearing this news, everyone immediately talked about it.Everyone believed in their hearts that after the occupation of Hankou, the huge field troops in the past were no longer needed, so some troops would return home. For the convenience of cleaning up postal parcels, they issued an order to stop sending parcels.