Chapter 16 Sixteen farewell songs

【Hurry up and surrender, I won’t kill you.Those who want to surrender, put down your guns, raise your hands, and come to Mahepofanshe] On November 16th, bright red snowflakes fell from the sky of Wushe.The Japanese military planes soaring across the sky caused the anti-Japanese people who were afraid of another wave of gas bomb attacks to hide in the caves, nervously covering their mouths and noses with clothes.But the thunderous explosion did not appear as expected. When the sound of the propeller was far away, the suspicious Sediq walked out of the cave, and saw red objects floating in the blue sky, which looked like they were on fire from a distance. spectacular.

Cherry blossoms?Standing in front of the Mahepo Grottoes, Mo Na opened his eyes wide and stared at the strange scenery in front of him.He couldn't figure out what those things floating in the air were, he just intuited that what fell from the sky were the petals of cherry blossoms that bloom every winter in Wushe Mountain! There are so many cherry blossoms!Only a hundred or so Surdiq people were amazed, and they all prepared to welcome this miraculous cherry blossom rain with surprise eyes. Even though their bodies are exhausted from hunger, pain and poisonous gas, Sediq people's respect for nature is a natural instinct like breathing, which will never change.Tens of thousands of cherry blossom petals deflect the wind and fall into the trees that have been battered by gunfire but are still struggling to maintain their verdure.

Mo Na stretched out his hand and held a petal that floated in front of him, but the petal was hard and without a trace of life. Mo Na concentrated on examining it and found that the fallen flower in the hallucination turned out to be just a piece of paper written in Japanese , written above is a notice that the Japanese army surrendered to the Sediq people. 【Hurry up and surrender, I won’t kill you.Those who want to surrender, put down your guns, raise your hands, and come to Mahepofanshe∣∣】 Mo Na silently read the words on the red paper.In addition to the text, the Japanese also drew an airplane and a Japanese flag on the note. Several Seediq figures hand-painted by children lined up and raised their hands, making a gesture of surrender to the flag. Humble as a hound.

It turns out that we still can’t see the cherry blossoms in full bloom again∣∣At the moment when he saw the picture, Mo Na couldn’t confirm how to respond to his emotions. He was very angry, but there was a sadness over it, which clouded his eyes. Mo Na thought of a sky that was about to rain, and the hazy clouds were full of lightning, with a domineering aura, while he himself was facing the wind, no matter how tall he was, he was helpless against the weather that was getting worse. To be honest, Mona is not afraid of the rain, and even hopes that the sky will let the torrential rain fall quickly, but when he looked back at those tribesmen with disheveled hair, those compatriots who had to suffer all kinds of hardships because they believed in GAYA, he really felt , the time of liberation is coming.There is no torture in the world that is more cruel than facing the doom that will definitely come. It is like a prisoner sentenced to death waiting for the execution time to come. Even if he is as stubborn as Mo Na, he still cannot completely get rid of that distress!

Mo Na vigorously crumpled the red paper in his hand and threw it towards the Mahepo River in front of him.Countless pieces of paper continued to fall in the air, falling on treetops, grass, river beaches, streams, and the hearts of the Sediq people.Although the paper was light, it made a big hole in the surface of the heart, big enough to shake the foundation of one's will. Dama, some of our people saw Ma Hong appearing in the Japanese army camp. Didn't my sister hang herself by your order?Why∣∣Looking at the redness everywhere, Mona remembered what Dadao reported to him last night, the disappointment and excitement on his son's face looked like a lifelike statue in the memory, seemingly real and unreal.

Dama, the ones fighting with us now are all Sediq compatriots who are our blood, and even relatives of the Baranshe were pushed to fight us, and the Japanese hid like moles and watched us kill each other , the feeling of fighting with one's own people is even more sad than smelling poisonous gas. Many brothers are in so much pain that they can't bear it any longer! Indeed, the war has gone so far, it seems that it has gone in a direction that should not be gone. Going in that direction will not only fail to reach the place that Mo Na originally wanted to go, but will also make his conscience burdened with uneasiness.So instead of watching the rain refuse to fall, he might as well let him turn into raindrops first, at least that would be more dignified!

I have gone to the other side, we are all real people!listen!watch it!Under the withered pine tree, our brave warrior fought like pine leaves, but now Mo Na is singing a song when he comes back with pine leaves!The original heroic battle song, now in Mo Na's voice, there is an extra desolation. Dadaou, who was looking at the persuasion order, was stunned by his father who drew his sword and danced. He knew what kind of decision his father must have made to make such an abrupt move. Ta Dao Nuogan is gone, Wadan Robai is gone, Bashaou is gone too!Why didn't I stand at the forefront and die as proudly as they did?The war song ended abruptly at the climax, and Mo Na uttered sentimental words in the lingering echoes. I think my head must have been rewarded with a high bounty, right?In the end, the people who stabbed the knife in our hearts were not Japanese, but those who shared the blood of our common ancestors, haha, how ridiculous!

During the time since the incident, Mo Na's long black hair has been snowing rapidly. The catalysis of the war has made the proud hero no longer want to fight against aging!The Seediq people who followed Mona all the way heard the frustration of the leader, and some of them shed tears of sadness. Everyone is hungry and tired, it's time to decide your own future!Mona took the red paper from Dadao's hand, with a certain sense of consciousness in his tone.Everyone in a panic felt some pain in the left chest.Anyone who wants to commit suicide should commit suicide!Those who want to surrender should do what is written on this piece of paper!For those who want to fight, Mona paused, looked at Dadao and said: Dadao, my son, the brave men of Mahepo, you can take them to the last bullet!

Dama! Boss! Dadao and the blacks looked at Mo Na, and they were all panicked by his suicidal words, but Mo Na faced everyone, but looked up at the sky where the red snow was no longer falling, with a proud expression. I have to die, but I don't want my head to become bait for the hounds. I don't even want to surrender my corpse to the Japanese, so I can only disappear!Mo Na looked around the crowd and said: Soldiers, make your choice, we will meet again at the Home of the Ancestors, when the time comes, let's have a good sleep! Dama!Dadao shouted again, but Mona had already turned and sang and left.

Go, Sediq.Barry, go! Mona's singing is like a calm rainstorm, seemingly peaceful, but frightening.It felt like someone took away the crutches they had relied on for a long time, and the limping Sediq had to decide whether to walk the rough mountain road forward or simply fall, because this time, they had no Mona Ludo to rely on! Bagan, bring all the boss families over here.The originally dim grotto was blocked by Mo Nayi standing at the entrance of the grotto, and the light became even dimmer.When the old man and woman who had been huddled in the corner of the grotto heard the shout, they turned their heads to look at Mo Na who had changed into the ritual clothes, all of them were surprised.

Boss you are?A sensitive old man trembled, as if he had guessed Mo Na's intention.Mo Na didn't answer the elder's question, but watched his wife slowly stand up from the crowd, and the two looked at each other.Seeing Mo Na's reaction, the skinny old man hurriedly asked, "Boss, what shall we do?" Decide for yourself.Mo Na dropped a piece of red paper and slowly floated towards the old man's feet.At this moment, Bagan had already woken up several sleeping grandchildren. Her face was covered by shadows, and she couldn't see the expression on her face.Many old and weak women and children leaned close to each other, watching Bagan's movements sadly. The old man reached out to pick up the paper and sighed deeply.He couldn't read Japanese, but he understood the meaning of the leaflets from the pictures. We have long been unable to decide∣∣The old man smiled wryly.In that voice, Mo Na led his wife and other family members out of the grotto, and the people who were left behind began to cover their faces and cry. Tears fell in the dark space and mixed with the darkness, and they were never separated. I don't want to die, I want to join the fight! Me too, I haven't fought a war yet!Two boys less than ten years old were stubbornly arguing with their mother by the big tree tied with hemp rope.They were Dadao's sons who refused to obey Mona's orders and hanged themselves. good!Listen to your mother and be a brave child!Dadao's wife Haba Obazik, in tears, held the hands of the two boys and tried to put collars on them. No, I'm going to kill the Japanese, I want∣∣The elder brother among the boys is still stubbornly resisting, but at this moment a bullet pierced his small chest! boom!Before the boy could finish his words, the wind in the woods confiscated them.Smoke with the smell of gunpowder kept coming out from the muzzle of the gun Mo Na held.Mona's heart was hurting, but at the same time, he seemed unable to feel what pain was.His emotions went back to the moment many years ago, when a young man overtook him when he led the expedition, Mo Na remembered the feeling of shooting his own people, but he couldn't remember the young man's feeling. What's his name, he kind of wanted to apologize to that young man, but Mo Na was too proud and didn't need to learn how to apologize. The boy fell into a pool of blood and convulsed, looking at his mother with panic in his eyes.Habaou covered his mouth, holding back his choked voice in the tears of the embankment burst.And another little boy saw his elder brother fell to the sky, his mouth was wide open, unable to utter a word, he turned his head to watch Mo Na put another bullet into the gun chamber, and unexpectedly realized that his grandfather who loved him the most was Turn the gun on yourself. boom!Mo Na fired the second shot, and his marksmanship was still so accurate.The little boy's body arched exaggeratedly and bounced back when the bullet penetrated, his thin arms hung powerlessly in the air, like willow branches without wind blowing, until they fell back to the ground. Mona, who personally executed his grandson, put the gun behind his shoulder and walked towards the two little boys. He hugged their still-breathed bodies, put the collar around them without saying a word, and then let them hang naturally on the branch. With tears and snot all over his face, Habao held the hands of the two brothers who were struggling slightly until they were completely still, as if the one who gave them life was now taking it back, while Mona's wife Bagan just watched coldly. Everyone, don't be sentimental and let's go! Mona's tone was as flat as saying goodbye to his family when he usually went hunting, and he couldn't hear the meaning of farewell at all. Under his watch, Bashaou's wife first put two children under five years old in the tree. Hanged himself, and then hanged himself.Harbaou also ended his life in the same way. Everyone left, only Bagan stood motionless in front of Mona, like a stone statue. When he saw Mona for the first time, Bagan only felt that the man he was about to marry was like the top of Mount Qilai covered with snow all year round.He is arrogant, he is taciturn, he is a man who has nothing to do with gentleness, and he always puts honor and other people's evaluation of him first in his heart!Bagan knew that to marry him, she would absolutely have to bear the hardship of not being cared for. This was her realization. But after walking into Mo Na's life with such awareness, the silent Mo Na gave Bagan a different impression. Mo Na's coldness is actually not so unkind. Whenever the weather on the mountain becomes severe cold , in the bed, Mo Na would always let Bagan close to his body silently, so that she could get enough warmth and fall asleep peacefully; over the years, even though Bagan has a strong body and rarely gets sick, as long as she has For minor ailments like coughs, Mona would silently pick the healing herbs and throw them in front of Bagan's loom; what made Bagan feel Mona's sense of responsibility was that every time he had to carry out dangerous weeding Before the mission, Mona would put all valuable things under the bed, which meant that if something happened, Bagan would not lose his place. Although, she always complains that the men in their family, from Mona to the two sons, always take pleasure in being in danger. For many years, she has to worry every day, fearing that the clansmen who went to war will bring them back when they return. Bad news for loved ones, exhausted in waiting and fear.Although, for a woman, she cannot get the gentle care of her husband, let alone any sweet words, but in retrospect, Mo Na never quarreled with Bagan, nor did he speak ill of Bagan. It can be said that Mo Na gave Bagan's respect from beginning to end. Having been a husband and wife for thirty years, the years spent with Mona let Bagan understand that people's words are easy to speak, but they can't easily express sincere emotions. True love is a small gesture, a look, and A tacit understanding that does not need to be conveyed through words, because what words can say is usually only vulgar! Living with a group of ice-bound flames, Bagan dare not say how happy she is, but she loves the man who pointed a gun at her in front of her deeply, just as deeply as that man loves herself! Wipe your face clean∣∣Mona's tone was still the same cold, his gun barrel aimed at Bagan's chest.Bagan's ears accepted the coldness she had long been accustomed to, and interpreted it as a kind of tenderness with tacit understanding.She stretched out her hand, spit two mouthfuls of saliva in the palm of her hand, and wiped off the dirt on her face, revealing the deep and beautiful tattooed totem.The totem is so complicated, and it has hardly changed since the day they got married. It is necessary to carefully compare the different places, perhaps only the wrinkles on Bagan's face and the long period of time that brought these wrinkles. When Bagan moved, Mo Na waited quietly. To be honest, he didn't recall any memories. The reason why he didn't think about it was because he knew that once he thought about it, the finger that pulled the trigger would never be able to exert force! After wiping his face, Bagan turned his palms towards Mo Na and lightly placed them in front of his thighs. It was an invitation to die and also a kind of trust. Thank you! Thank you! No sound could be heard in the air, but on the expressionless faces of the two, they were actually having a final silent conversation. boom!Mona fired, his stubborn eyelids didn't even move.The hero who took countless lives in his life killed his wife with the second last bullet in his life. As for the last bullet, he had to keep it for himself! Dadaou∣∣Dadaou∣∣Among the devastated woods, Ma Hong screamed desolately, calling for his relatives.Twenty-four Seediqs who surrendered to Japan, under the coercion of the Japanese, took six bottles of sake, like looking for a needle in a haystack, looking for the last remaining warrior in the Mahepo Forest. Since Mona left, the Japanese still used poison gas bombs to bomb the Mahepo Grottoes many times. Many anti-Japanese people couldn't stand the torture of the poison gas, and they walked out of the woods and surrendered to the Japanese army!However, although the number of anti-Japanese people who surrendered was large, more people chose to hang themselves. Wei Fangfan, who replaced the Japanese as the main crusade force, could always find groups of martyr remains hanging on branches in the dark woods.Although the expressions on their hanged faces are painful, their souls are joyful.The aborigines in Weifangfan felt ashamed when they saw their compatriots carrying out their beliefs in such a heroic way, and their fighting spirit was also discouraged. The Japanese have been unable to grasp the whereabouts of the incident leader Mona Ludo.According to the information sent back by Wei Fangfan, since the Japanese army planted leaflets persuading surrender above the Mahepo Grottoes, Mo Na has rarely shown his face, and most of the recent battles have been led by Dadao. With the surrender or death of the anti-Japanese people, there are actually less than 50 Sediq people who are still armed, according to Japanese estimates.The fierce battle gradually disappeared, and the Kamada detachment in charge of fighting against the Tibetans was gradually dismantled. By the end of November, it seemed that the Sediq jihad had come to an end.In order to end the war as soon as possible, the Japanese resorted to a family offensive, trying to use the influence of Mahong Mona and other family members to persuade Dadao and even Mona to surrender. As long as these two people can be surrendered, I believe that the remaining Sediqs will be unable to resist any more. Passing through a dense forest that was not affected by the artillery fire, Ma Hong, who had been traveling for a long time, and other representatives of persuading surrender sat in the shade of the trees to rest.The early winter sun can't penetrate the layers of branches, filling the air with cold.The trees standing in rows, like loyal guards, have never left a step for hundreds of years. They hold the soil tightly with their strong roots to express their love for this forest. With a sad face, Ma Hong drove away the mountain mosquitoes surrounding her with her hands.Suddenly, a sighing sound came from the bamboo forest in front of her, and Dadao and four other companions appeared in front of Ma Hongmona like ghosts. Ma Hong? Dadao! Ma Hong was both surprised and delighted when her long-cherished relative finally appeared.But the joy of reunion was immediately diluted by Dadaou's scarred appearance. Staring at the distressed Dadaou, Ma Hong's heart was sour, and she shed tears in a daze. The cheeks of these soldiers were sunken, and their expressions were exhausted. , with their hair draped over their shoulders like straw, the original bright red and white striped broadcloth has now been stained brown by blood and mud, and the only thing that remains proud is the piercing eyes in their eyes. The Japanese called you here!Dadao asked.Looking at the sake in the hands of the clansmen, the five warriors stood in a row facing Ma Hong and his group. They raised their chins slightly, as if to criticize this move to persuade them to surrender.Especially Dadao, he couldn't accept that Ma Hong, as Mona's daughter, had defected to the Japanese side. Apart from being angry, he actually had deep heartache! During the silent confrontation, Ma Hong thought of Hua Ze's words, the future will be better!The Japanese policeman who is good at controlling people's hearts said.However, what is a better definition?Ma Hong suddenly became confused by those two words. Before setting off, why did Ma Hong become unable to utter the reasons for persuading her to surrender after meeting Dadao? Perhaps she saw Dadao's resolute eyes, which revealed the spiritual abundance of those fighters who are only one step away from death.They are like a mirror, allowing Ma Hong to deeply see her own poverty, the poverty of lack of faith.As a result, Ma Hong's tears fell uncontrollably, and the originally slight sobbing turned into a fierce cry. The tribe who surrendered at the side felt guilty and helpless, and tears rolled in their eyes. Ah Dadao sighed lightly.Seeing his sister crying, no matter how strong Dadaou was, he couldn't resist the sadness that spread from the bottom of his heart.Everyone is a poor person who has been tortured. Those who survived are not necessarily more relaxed than those who died, because people are suffering in this world, and those who are afraid of death, even though they escaped the torment in the process of death, still Ling Chi, who has to accept the matter of survival in every second of his heart beating, especially if he has guilt in his heart, actually needs a lot of courage to live. Give me the wine!Dadao's tone revealed relief.Ma Hong raised her head sobbing.The softened expression on the elder brother's face was like the sunlight shining from the thick clouds. The sunlight was a kind of salvation, a key, enough to reduce the guilt in his heart. The soldiers took the sake from the clansman and opened the bottle cap. A burst of sweet alcohol smell came, and the body, which had suffered from alcohol addiction for a long time, trembled slightly with excitement. surrender?Why surrender?Since the few of us drank the wine of the enemy, isn't that considered a reconciliation?Why is there still a need to surrender?Dadao poured the mellow sake into his stomach, and his long-thirsty body felt like a heavy rain.ha!How wonderful it would be if the Japanese could be as beautiful as Japanese sake!he sighed.Alcohol is a broker that bribes sorrow, it can temporarily let sorrow take off its sharpness, and only requires people who drink it to exchange a little sober consciousness. A bargain. Dadaou looked at his brother who kept drinking, Ma Hong snuggled into Dadaou's arms and wept. Her hug was like an apology. She knew that just her presence here had given Dadaou a great deal. pain of. Stop talking about surrender, come, drink too!Dadao wiped away the tears on Ma Hong's cheeks with his rough fingers, but it caused more tears to fall from her.Dadao remembered that when he was a child, he always had nothing to do with this little girl who loved to cry. As long as she cried, no matter how strong his personality was, Dadaou would let her go.He handed the wine bottle to his younger sister, watching her raise her head and pour a big mouthful of sake, her eyes got wet. Ma Hong!It is easy for brother to ask for death, but it is difficult for you to live. Now that you have decided to live, you have to be more patient, Dadao choked with sobs, and suppressed the overflow in your eyes, give birth to more children, and then teach you The children know our proud father, Mona Ludo, let your children have children, and your children will have children∣∣Every child must become a proud Seediq descendant, stand upright, live strong, understand ?Dadao straightened his back pole following the tragic statement, and the long-lost tears finally fell with his proudly raised face. The salty liquid moistened Dadao's weathered face, and his voice seemed to pass through the narrow The rapids in the waters can make all timidity be taken away by the proud current as soon as it falls. Let's go back!Ma Hong, Dadao said to his sister: Follow your decision!Me, my father, and the dead will watch you from the Rainbow Bridge. He pushed Ma Hong away from his chest, stood up majestically, and sang his death song.Yaha!my wife!Have you brewed the wine yet?Do you know I miss you guys?Please wait for a while on the road leading to the underworld of your ancestors, I will come to meet you soon! Dadao took turns standing on one foot, sometimes leaning forward, sometimes leaning back and dancing casually, and the four companions also sang their own farewell songs.They emptied all the bullets in their rifles while jumping. The brave Seediq fighters never left any bullets in their weapons. Dadao started to run towards the depths of the forest before the singing was over. Dadao!Ma Hong called her brother's name softly in her mouth, trying to remember his tall back in her heart.She knew that this was the last meeting between their siblings, but she couldn't open her mouth to call her relatives back.The clansmen around her, no matter men, women or children, watched these soldiers leave sadly.Their sadness is because Dadaou closed a road they dare not try. Without this passage, the originally sound soul was poached with a longing.They no longer dare to look forward to a proud death, and can only breathe every breath of life humblely. Even though the time to leave will always come, their faces cannot be raised as high as the soldiers, never! The temporary scaffolding began to be dismantled, and the soldiers took down the wooden signboard of the headquarters of the Kamada Detachment, and hung back the wooden signboard of the original Wushe Branch Office, as if announcing the end of a period of history.The busy trolley transported the military equipment that had previously been transported up the mountain along the rails to the downhill in the opposite direction, as if the tour had ended, and there was a kind of incredible melancholy. More than 300 soldiers resisted thousands of troops, and if they did not die in battle, they would kill themselves. Why did I see the samurai spirit of our Great Japanese Empire gradually disappearing in this remote mountainous area of ​​Taiwan?Touching the cherry blossom relief on the scabbard of his samurai sword, Commander Kamada, who stepped out of the Wusha branch, stood in front of the troops who assembled to leave, and sighed softly to the beaming Japanese military police.On his resolute face, he could not see the arrogance when he first came to Wushe a month ago, let alone the joy that the leader of the winning side should have. In fact, we lost this war. Kamada looked at the blooming mountain cherry forest beside him, and said to the followers beside him: I never thought that this group of barbarians, whom we regard as extremely barbaric, would make us feel proud of victory. So ashamed!Alas, is it because the cherry blossoms here are too bright red? No, this year's flowers bloomed earlier, it should not be the cherry blossom season now!Someone in the entourage answered. Perhaps we also drove in the wrong season, and Kamada began to walk forward, preparing to leave this place where he had mixed feelings. Wushe should not be the place where we bloom! The bleak wind blows through the wild cherry blossoms that bloom too loudly, and the crimson petals that fall with the wind roll unsteadily in the air, as if drunk.The clouds and mist here are still so dense; the streams here are still so clear; the Qilai Mountain, which is flickering in the clouds and mist in the distance, is still so tall; but some people, some things, have stubbornly moved forward Disappeared! Because there is time to heal, the scorched soil will not be scorched forever. When everything returns to calm, maybe the wounds after the scabs fall off will look intact, but in fact, there is something really true. has changed.When we heal from the pain and touch the place where we were hurt, we may not wonder where the pain that existed before has gone, but just like the wind in this mountain will blow from time to time, for those The fact that it did happen, for those people whose only memories are left alive, we should also think of them occasionally. Even occasionally, they should be very happy!