Chapter 12 Twelve contradictory liver and intestines

On October 30th, the sky of Wushe poured down rain, which also temporarily washed away the smell of smoke in the air.The torrential rain seemed to be a truce order arranged by heaven, giving the two warring parties a chance to redeploy. On this day, the commander of the Taiwan Army ordered Major General Yahiko Kamada to form the Kamada Detachment in response to the instructions of the Governor of Taiwan to suppress the rebellion with absolute force.This army, with the Matsui Brigade as the main force, is equipped with various rifles, light machine guns, mountain artillery and bombers. It is going to use more than 1,200 troops to attack the Seediq thoroughly by means of land and air attacks. crusade.

Taking advantage of the heavy rain, the well-equipped Matsui Brigade has set out to Meixi.Several scouts sent by Mona hid in the jungle. Seeing the snake-like team approaching the Sediq stronghold on the muddy mountain road, they immediately reported the bad news to Mona. What should come is still here.In Mahepo's house, facing the spies who came back from the rain, Mo Na's face was as gloomy as the sky outside. Dadao and Bashaou stood beside Mona's bed, cold rainwater dripped into the house from several holes in the roof, Mona looked at the wet ground and thought: The Japanese army has all the best, we must do the best According to the plan, Mahepo has no natural dangers to defend, and it is not suitable as the last stronghold. If Mahepo falls and loses the food and ammunition here, we can only be slaughtered by the Japanese like lame mountain Qiang.

An urgent sense of crisis came to Mo Na's heart. He looked up and said to Dadao beside him: "Go and tell everyone, burn down all the houses in Maheposhe. We must take advantage of the heavy rain today to move the food and bullets to the Go to the Grottoes on the upper reaches of the Mahepo Creek! Mona's order made the Mahepo people busy in the rain. After the Hege Club, the homeland here must also be abandoned.The pre-marinated boar pork, bags of sweet potatoes and yams were moved out of the house, and the precious ammunition was covered layer by layer with yam leaves to prevent it from getting wet.All things that have nothing to do with combat must be discarded, because the dead cannot take away even a beautiful feather of a pheasant. The useless attachment to material things will only make the soul suffer more unwillingly before leaving the world. In this way, it is better to let the two words of possessing burn away with a fire when there is still a long way to go before death!

A wrinkled old man sits in front of his house, plucking out the melody with a harmonica, the monotonous syllables produced by the vibration of bamboo slices, making a dazed, dazed sound, which sounds like holding a rubber band back and forth.Although the tune didn't change much, the memory in the old man's heart was a surging song. He thought of his wife in the sky. He played the harmonica to show his love to her at the beginning. Now the house they lived together was about to be burned down. There was no sadness in his heart, but a kind of anticipation to reunite with his beloved one, quietly attached to his heartbeat.He told himself that in another world, he would still play the same piece of music for his wife who loves the same.

Ma Hong, are you here?In front of Mona's house, Ma Hong and Sabo came with supplies and a pair of children in the rain, just as Mona's wife, Bagan, was bending over to pick up a bag full of sweet potatoes on the ground. I will help you.Sabo took a step forward and helped Bagan carry the things on his back. Hey, Bhawan, behind Ma Hong, Bashaou stood in front of a group of teenagers and women who were ready to evacuate, and said to Bhawannawi: The Mahepo Grottoes are very hidden, you know the way, take everyone there first , we will stay and burn the house down and then go find you.By the way, don't let the dogs follow, we don't have enough food, let them stay and eat the Japanese corpses!

knew.Bhawan showed a look of understanding, and began to use a stick to drive away the hounds following the crowd. The tattoos on his face were not washed away by the heavy rain. While the Mahepo people abandoned their homes, the Hegeshe people who lost their homes one step earlier than Mahepo were sheltering from the torrential rain in the forest.The heavy rain caused the temperature in the mountain area to drop rapidly to the level of trembling, but the men still had to take advantage of the pause in the fighting and use bamboo and stones to build crude fortifications on the highlands of Tarot Bay.

When men are busy, old and weak women and children who are soaked can only hide in small caves or shiver under big trees. The strictly rationed food cannot provide heat to resist the low temperature that takes warmth from their bodies. I would like to ask you to help us bring a few pregnant women back to Balanshe to take care of them, at least to give our bloodline a chance to continue. Although the members of the Balan Society did not directly participate in the operation, since most of the members of the Balan and Hege Groups are related to each other, some Balan people will still prepare food, clothing and other materials in private to come to aid.Jiro Hanaoka in front of him was negotiating with the young man from Baransha who sent the sweet potatoes.

This, I think we can still do it! The strong man looked at Erlang and agreed to his request: Dakis, in the end you should stand on our side of Sediq, we misunderstood you two Dakis brothers in the past! The strong man patted Erlang on the shoulder, applauding his decision not to fall to the Japanese side.Erlang's eyes flickered, and he talked about him from left to right.Then please. The men from the Balanshe went to the pregnant family members of the Hegeshe, pulled them away from the rain shelter, and prepared to take them back to the Balanshe to take care of them.Most of the pregnant women were struggling desperately, unwilling to leave their relatives, including Erlang's wife Chuzi.

don't want!Erlang, let me stay, Erlang∣∣Hatsuzi was grabbed by the strong man with both hands, and his feet kept kicking while dragging. Erlang's heart was broken by his shrill calls. I'm also the daughter of the leader of the Dutch Song Society, how can you drive me away?Erlang!Hanako! ∣∣ I'm sorry, I'm sorry∣∣Erlang murmured to himself, shed tears in the heavy rain, but nailed his feet in place cruelly, watching his wife being taken away by others, I know I'm selfish, but I hope you can raise her our children! The pregnant relatives moved away, and Jiro returned to sit beside Ichiro. The two of them met in silence. A pine tree whose trunk bent at a strange angle provided a place for the two brothers to hide from the rain.

They are pregnant, and the Japanese will not do anything to them.Ichiro tried to comfort Erlang, but Erlang still cried quietly.Beside Ichiro, Hanako hugged Yukio, buried her face in Ichiro's arms and sobbed softly. After posting the co-signed suicide note at the door of Erlang's dormitory, Ichiro and Erlang took their families and temporarily migrated with the family members of the Dutch Song Club.From the very beginning, Erlang had made up his mind not to let the first child die together, but now that he was worried about it, Erlang's shoulders seemed to be much lighter, but the tears couldn't stop for some reason, just like the heavy rain in front of him, non-stop Down, down, down.

The mountain trails in the rain were muddy, wet and slippery, and the Mahepo tribe, carrying heavy supplies, struggled towards the Mahepo Grottoes hidden deep in the valley.The four teenagers walking in front of the team turned their heads from time to time to look at the more than 200 old and weak women and children who followed them. The pace of the teenagers did not speed up, but it was obvious that the distance between them and the whole team was gradually increasing. Bhawan!Bawan was cutting open the vines blocking the way with a saber in his hand, but he heard a voice calling his name from behind. Several teenagers looked back together and found that the clansmen had stopped far away and were unloading the things on their backs at the same time. What's wrong?Bawan turned and walked towards the tribe, and found that the person calling his name was the mother of his companion Lulu. Bawan, the grotto is not far ahead, you guys should be able to move these things, we decided to go back first! go back?Where to go?We just came out?Bawan looked puzzled. The women in the team showed faint smiles as they looked at the boys who were not as tall as them.Their eyes were all the same peaceful and calm. Seeing that expression, the teenagers seemed to guess the intention hidden behind that smile. Mom don't want it!Lu Lu took a step forward, looking at his mother's eyes full of panic, a chill of fear shot out from the hearts of the teenagers, making them tremble involuntarily. Mother!Everyone, don't act rashly, Boss Mo Na and the others will follow after a while!Bhavan's mother was also in the crowd. She looked at him with red eyes, and Bhavan knew that it was the expression that a mother would show when she made some important decision. You have to fight the Japanese for a long time, these food stocks are not enough to feed so many people! No, Mom, Boss Mona said we will have a decisive battle with the Japanese soon!Bhawan anxiously wanted to dissuade the mothers from their self-sacrifice, and took a step forward to hold her mother's hand. Yes, mom, don't do stupid things!The other teenagers also shouted together. Listen to me, children!Bhawan's mother took Bhawan's hand from his wrist and looked at the big boys with tattooed faces lovingly. We are very happy because you are all Sediq.Barley, we just take a step ahead and wait for you at the other end of the Rainbow Bridge, waiting for you to return home after a brave decisive battle! Mom∣∣Looking at his mother's face, Bhavan started to cry, but he immediately wiped away the tears mixed with rain, he didn't want his mother to see himself crying in the end. Bhawan, please tell my husband Vardan that I will be on the other side first, and I will brew the wine and wait for him to come over!Ruby, who had been married to Watan for less than a week, also came over to confess his last words to Bhavan at this time. The unrepentant and affectionate look on Ruby's face made the teenagers feel sore again. Farewell, my child!Bhavan's mother came over, took Bhavan's cheeks with both hands, and kissed him lightly on the forehead, just like when Bhavan couldn't sleep when he was a child, his mother always kissed him like this.Finally, Bhawan couldn't help but burst into tears, like a quiet stream. The mothers said goodbye to their children one after another, then turned and walked back to the forest in the heavy rain.Bawan and the others stood there blankly like stiff wood, with silent tears in their eyes, watching those kind figures getting farther and farther away from them until they disappeared. My hands once wove rainbow clothes, my hands once brewed fine wine for ceremonies, and now my hands will present my soul respectfully to the ancestors. Our ancestors were born from big trees, and now we too Go back to the big tree!If we are still your proud descendants, please come and pick us back into the rainbow after singing the farewell song! The hemp ropes are wrapped around the branches of the trees and tied with strong knots. These rope loops are the boundary between life and death.The hunchbacked Mahepo old woman stretched out her wrinkled and spotted hands to confirm the ability of the rope to bear the weight, and whispered sad songs in her mouth. A weeping mother put her son who was less than three years old on a hemp rope with her own hands, and then let go, allowing her flesh and blood to stick out her tongue and hang from a branch struggling painfully. The little boy could no longer breathe air. His face gradually turned purple, but his eyes were swollen and red. He straightened his feet and grabbed the hemp rope with both hands to try to escape, but his jaw was dislocated and his strength gradually lost. Gradually, he stopped struggling . Wait for me, mom will be here soon! The mother stroked her son's face, wiped away the blood from his nose, and gave the little boy one last distressed look.After a while, she also put on her hemp rope, kicked, and the weight of being alive was borne by her fragile neck!She tasted the pain before dying, and all the pain came from her own weight, until the pure soul left her body, and her body no longer longed for lightness. In this way, nearly 200 Mahepo women and children, one by one, hanged themselves collectively in the forest not far from the Mahepo Grottoes. I hope to be your daughter in the next life∣∣A middle-aged woman and her elderly mother embrace each other. The tree beside them is full of ten, three or four dead bodies, and the heavy weight bends the thick branches. Let's go with the family, so that we will not be lonely∣∣The middle-aged woman's sister, cousin, daughter, and even grandchildren hanged themselves from the same tree, and now she is also with her mother, hand in hand Holding hands and walking forward, as if fulfilling some kind of promise, I ended my life beside my dear relatives. The men are all ready to fight in the forest, please give them the strength to hold their weapons tightly!We have not eaten for two days, please prepare the food for the ancestors in Huangquan, and wait for us on the way to Huangquan, we are ready to go on the road∣∣ The same mournful song also came from the forest in the north of the He Ge Club.The food funded by the Balan Society was piled under the trees where the rain could not reach it. Although everyone in the family of the Dutch Song Society was hungry, no one was willing to go over to pick it up and eat. Leave the food for the men who are going to fight. Death is not a terrible thing. Hanako's mother, Elise Nogan, said to everyone: Instead of letting the Japanese take our lives, let the Japanese see Seediq women are equally proud and backbone! Elise's cheeks were covered with beautiful net-like patterns. She took out the hemp ropes she had prepared earlier and distributed them to the clansmen beside her. Everyone's faces were determined to die. Do you really think we should change into kimonos?When her mother led the people to sing the farewell song, Hanako and Ichiro stood aside, quietly changing into the Japanese clothes they brought from home, Hanako was a little suspicious of Ichiro's decision. Put it on!Let us put on the most solemn clothes when we leave, as the last mockery of this life!The heavy kimono absorbed the rain and became heavy, but Ichiro and Hanako took the trouble to put the kimono on neatly. Dakis, why are you wearing Japanese clothes?Someone in the family saw the actions of Ichiro and Hanako, and couldn't help questioning Erlang who was also in a kimono in the crowd. We just hope that if everyone's remains are found by the Japanese, they will be less embarrassing.Erlang couldn't think of an easy-to-explain answer, so he could only find a random reason to prevaricate. The matter of wearing kimono is actually something that the two Hanaoka brothers have decided a long time ago. Perhaps in their hearts, they still cannot get rid of the constraints that Japanese education has set in their minds in the past two decades. The Hanaoka brothers are unwilling to admit this. , but it cannot be denied.So they put on clothes they shouldn't have worn, as a kind of protest against fate, a Sediq who committed suicide in a kimono, what an abrupt scene. The farewell song slowly sang the last passionate tune, and one after another, the women of the Hege Club put on neck rings, and unconditionally returned the lives they temporarily kept to the ancestors. Erlang watched his clansman hang himself fearlessly, and with tears in his eyes, he threw the cotton cloth worn by the women one by one to cover their death-like and painful faces.Ichiro, who saw everything from a distance, bowed his head without saying a word, picked up a candy and stuffed it into the mouth of his son Yukio, his big bony eyes narrowed into a line with a smile, and looked at his father contentedly, Laugh like a baby. Ichiro, did you know that today is our wedding anniversary?Hanako had just combed her rain-wet hair neatly in front of the hand mirror, when she saw Ichiro teasing her son, she couldn't help asking her husband softly. Ichiro didn't reply immediately, he just placed a fan knife respectfully between Hanako and himself, stood upright, faced Hanako in a kneeling position, and bowed deeply to her. Hanako, you are still as beautiful as when we got married. Thanks.Hanako put down the hand mirror, knelt down and sat down dignifiedly, and bowed her body to return the salute to Ichiro. In the heavy rain, Ichiro slowly raised his head, his red eyes filled with love for his wife.Hanako showed a happy expression, with tears in her eyes, as if she was urging Ichiro to do something. Goodbye, Hanako, I hope we can go to a better place together.Ichiro slowly pulled the fan knife out of its sheath, the knife in his hand seemed to be as heavy as a thousand catties.Hanako stared fixedly into Ichiro's eyes, reluctant to move a little bit. In those gazes that should be full of affection, Ichiro clenched his gums, reluctantly cut his wife's throat with a sharp blade. Erlang, who was standing in the distance, witnessed Ichiro killing Hanako, without any ripples on his face!His expression was as peaceful as the surface of a lake in a windless afternoon, and he continued to cover the dead clansmen with cloth. Hanako fell down softly, Ichiro closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths to ease his sadness, when he opened his eyes again, two lines of tears fell heavily on his blood-stained face.He picked up his son on the ground, hugged him tightly, and then placed Yukio next to Hanako. Yukio, this is not a world where you can grow up safely and happily, you have to be patient!Let Dad take you to another world.The thick palm that was supposed to support Yukio's growth is now pinching Yukio's neck. The little boy's eyes widened in fear, not knowing what his father was doing.In the quiet sobbing, Ichiro increased the force in his hand, the force pierced Yukio's tender neck, and took away a life that was too late to grow up. Panting heavily, Ichiro took his hands away from Yukio's warm body.He subconsciously opened his clothes, ready to perform seppuku, but hesitated. Erlang, are we the subjects of the Emperor of Japan, or the descendants of Seediq's ancestral spirit?Before making a move, Ichiro raised his head and looked at Erlang who was walking towards him, still confused when he was dying. This is not something we can decide, maybe the rainbow bridge of GAYA and the temple of the Japanese have abandoned us!Jiro replied calmly. In the silence, Ichiro exhaled a long, long breath with tears on his face, which was long enough to describe the helplessness in his heart that could not be seen. cut it!Cut open your contradictory intestines, don't go anywhere, be a free wandering soul! Thanks.Ichiro smiled at Erlang, raised the knife, and stabbed himself in the stomach. This will free you!Jiro, who had been keeping calm all this time, looked at Ichiro who committed suicide, and finally shed tears. He walked forward, supported Ichiro to fall down slowly, and formed a Sichuan shape with Hanako and Yukio. It's up to me! When there was only the sound of howling rain in the forest, Erlang walked to the selected big tree, and slowly wrapped the hemp rope around his neck. He deliberately put a Sediq wide scarf on the outside of the kimono, as if afraid After he became a ghost, he couldn't go back anywhere, but at the end of his life, he suddenly thought of Hatsune, if he really became a ghost, let him drift beside his wife and children to protect them, and Erlang gradually lost consciousness At that time, this prayer was the last light in his heart.