Chapter 10 Nine

war.war.war. When I was six years old, I lived on Xibaoxing Road, Zhabei, Shanghai, near the North Railway Station.When the silent film "The Ten Commandments" directed by Sidmier was shown at the World Theater, the war came and my mother was doing laundry, so I slipped out to watch the war.War is a novelty for children, but the iron gate at the entrance of the alley is locked.Everyone climbed on the iron gate and watched the bullets flying back and forth on the familiar streets.The glass windows on the second floor of the store on the south side of the street were shattered by bullets, and everyone applauded and cheered.The turning column of the barbershop across the street was smashed by bullets, and everyone applauded and cheered.On the stone-paved streets, soldiers in grass-green military uniforms, holding long guns, walked quickly past.After a while, on the stone-paved street, soldiers in tiger-yellow military uniforms walked quickly past with long guns in hand.Everyone looked at them with wide eyes, wondering why they were fighting.We don't know who beat whom at all, only that their uniforms are different colors, but they are all Chinese.For us, this is a new thing. The normally busy streets suddenly become desolate.Occasionally soldiers scurry by, making the air even more tense.I like the tense atmosphere, but the old man who watched the alley came to chase us with a trembling voice.He didn't allow us to climb on the iron gate, saying that if we were hit by a stray bullet, we would die immediately.We know death is terrible, but none of us want to miss this rare opportunity.That's exactly what I felt at the time. The "Ten Commandments" at the World Theater could not be compared with the war on the streets.So, I don't want to miss this opportunity.I appreciate this familiar street suddenly becoming strange.I appreciate that all the shops are closed.I appreciate that all ordinary people are hiding at home.I appreciate the special atmosphere of this street.In our minds, fighting is intense but fun.Then, a cruel live drama suddenly played out in front of our eyes: a soldier in a tiger-yellow uniform dragged a soldier in a grass-green uniform from outside the road into the alley across the street.The soldier in the grass-green military uniform was very young, about fifteen or sixteen years old, short in stature; his leg was injured, his face was as pale as paper, his mouth was wide open, and he was screaming desperately.His cry was not weak, but no one came to rescue him.His voice was hoarse when he was dragged into the alley.The big soldier in the tiger yellow uniform was burly like a lunatic. He kicked his enemy to the ground, and with both hands holding a shining big knife, he chopped off the little wounded soldier's head.This scene terrified all those who climbed on the iron gate to watch the battle.There is no need for the old man in the alley to interfere, everyone will run home automatically.My mother, who was doing laundry, saw that I looked flustered and asked me what I saw.I wanted to answer, but I couldn't make a sound.Mother stood up, wiped her wet hands with an apron, and pressed my forehead, saying that I had a fever, she was taken aback, and immediately carried me to bed.After falling asleep, I dreamed of thousands of bloody heads rolling around on the ground.When I woke up from my dream, I heard the crackling sound outside.The mother sat on the edge of the bed, showing a smile that did not represent joy.She asked me if I wanted porridge, and I shook my head.I asked her if there was still a war going on outside.She shook her head, saying that the fighting had moved elsewhere.I asked her why there were still gunshots outside, and she said it wasn't gunshots, it was firecrackers.I didn't understand why firecrackers were set off. My mother said: "When two parties fight, there must be victory or defeat. Whoever wins will inevitably set off some firecrackers to celebrate."I don't think it's something to celebrate because I saw the brutality of war for the first time.

war.war.war. The January 28th Incident broke out.I couldn't go to school in Nanshi, so I had to borrow from a girls' middle school at the intersection of Jing'an Temple Road and Xiaoshadu Road.The student self-government association organized a consolation team, and I also participated.We raised a lot of money, bought dozens of sets of gray cotton military uniforms, and took two large trucks to Luodian Field to comfort the soldiers of the Fifth Army and the Nineteenth Route Army.I'm a big kid, of course I know the horrors of war.But in order to add warmth to the soldiers, he followed the other students and crawled forward in the bamboo forest. He only had courage and did not realize that walking on the line of fire would be in danger of death at any time.We didn't have to do this, and we finally did.We are young and trust no one but ourselves.We like to see the soldiers smile in the cotton uniforms we donated.Therefore, we are not afraid of the hail of bullets.Just as we were crawling forward in the bamboo forest, an enemy shell exploded in the bamboo grove.I was taken aback; the sensations were paralyzed.I subconsciously thought that I had been injured, and when I became sober from a coma, someone screamed in my ear.He raised his head and looked forward: our prefect, that is, the chairman of the self-government association, was lying on his back, with blood dripping from his face, looking very much like Guan Yunchang on the stage.A large piece of his forehead had been cut off by shrapnel, and even his brains flowed out.Both eyes were wide open, and the eyeballs did not move.I have never seen such a terrifying face, and my heart is pounding.I couldn't stand it anymore, stood up, and was about to climb out of the bamboo forest when I heard the prefect suddenly say in a trembling voice, please beat me to death with big stones!

The August 13th Incident broke out.The Chinese Air Force dispatched to bomb the Japanese flagship Izumo on the Huangpu River.The enemy army was obviously panicked, firing anti-aircraft artillery and machine guns aimlessly, and stray bullets kept falling into the concession.In all the big stores, sandbags are piled at the door or boards are nailed to the glass windows.Refugees who escaped from Nanshi, like a tide, flocked to the big world that had just been turned into a refugee shelter.I took the bus home and passed the entrance of the Nanjing Grand Theater when I suddenly heard a sharp wind whistle, followed by a huge explosion.The driver instinctively stopped the bus. Everyone looked out of the window and looked back, only to see that the entire Pentagon had become a vast corpse field.Many bloody corpses piled up together.Those who were injured and crushed under the corpses were still moaning and waving their arms and legs.There was a three or four-year-old child who was thrown into the arms of his dead mother, crying until his voice became hoarse.However, what surprised me the most was that a big man whose head had been blown off was still running on the road.

war.war.war. Japan attacked Pearl Harbor.I teach history in that middle school, the first class in the morning, the second class of high school, the disaster of eunuchs and crony disputes in the Tang Dynasty.The weather was quite cold, and suddenly there was a piercing rumbling sound outside the glass window. I hurriedly went to the window to watch, and dozens of Japanese tanks rumbled past the vast Nanjing Road.There was an eight or nine-year-old boy in front of the gate of Guansheng Garden across the street. He wanted to cross the road and ran quickly. A tank happened to come and screamed. The boy was run over by the tank and his body was crushed flat like a sheet of paper Sticking to the flat asphalt road like blood paper.No one dared to protest; no one left the sidewalk, and everyone just stared blankly at the tanks with no expression on their faces.

war.war.war. Young people with blood and blood went to the rear to participate in the war of resistance.Take a rickshaw from Ningbo, cross mountains and ridges, pass the blockade, and arrive at Ninghai.I lived in Ninghai for half a month, then took a bamboo sedan chair to Linhai; then I took a sailing boat from Linhai to Wenzhou.Because it was an extraordinary period, it was not easy to find modern means of transportation, so the young people with blood took the awning boat to Lishui.After staying in Lishui for three days, I couldn't find a charcoal car, so I had to take a rickshaw.It was about sixty miles from Lishui to Longquan, and the driver's muddy legs moved all day, and finally drove me to a small town in Longquan that was blown out of shape by enemy planes.I was boarding in a small inn, waiting for a lift to Ganzhou.A wall of this inn had been blown down by enemy planes, and at night they slept under hemp mosquito nets, and when the wind was strong, it was equivalent to sleeping in the open air.One morning, there was a red strip pasted on the door of the board room downstairs. I asked the accountant, and found out that an eleven-year-old boy was suffering from smallpox.Hearing this sentence, I was shocked, and hurried to the Red Cross to vaccinate.When the pox was planted, the alarm sounded, and everyone ran around in a panic.A short and fat female nurse came up to me, and I asked her: Where is the air-raid shelter?Longquan, she said, has no air-raid shelters.I asked: The enemy plane is coming, where to hide?Her answer was only two words: the foot of the mountain!Hearing these two words, he immediately ran to the foot of the mountain.When we reached the foot of the mountain, the enemy plane was already circling overhead.The sound of anti-aircraft guns could not be heard, but the sound of bombs exploding frequently could be heard.Longquan ignited the flames of hatred, and enemy planes continued to shoot civilians with machine guns.I hid between two boulders, with my head uncovered, and was hardly a safe place; but in the midst of danger, no better place could be found.Fortunately, the enemy plane left soon after, and the alarm was lifted.I straightened up and walked back to the inn along the ridge.After passing the Red Cross, I found that the doctor had red eyes and carried the short and fat female nurse back from the vegetable patch.I asked him: Injured?He shook his head, and replied with a voice like a sigh: Dead!Yes, this female nurse who was talking to me a few minutes ago was killed by an enemy plane!

war.war.war. Accompany the capital.A fogless noon.My relatives and I were just sitting at the dinner table when the alarm went off.As usual, everyone climbed up the small hill peacefully, walked out of the iron factory, and walked into the air-raid shelter along the Hanyu Highway.The hole is not big, and there are already benches on both sides.Since there were not many people fleeing the police, there was no sense of suffocation.Sitting on the bench, you can see the Jialing River winding west; you can also see the muddy yellow hills and factories on the other side.Speaking of which, the scenery is pretty good, but because the impression of 5354 is still deep, no one has the interest to appreciate the scenery.In fact, escaping the police had already become a habit for the people of Chongqing during the war, and there might not be too much panic.My relative is a very calm middle-aged man, and he will never be chaotic when things happen. Every time he escapes the alarm, he will grab a handful of watermelon seeds, sit peacefully on the bench, and lick and lick, neither admiring the scenery nor talking to anyone. people chatting.He was the one who opened the iron factory, and the employees and workers all knew his personality, and when they entered the air-raid shelter, they stopped talking.But because of this, the atmosphere in the cave is always more tense than elsewhere.Usually, an alert does not necessarily mean that it will be bombed by enemy planes.As far as experience is concerned, the number of border crossings is relatively high.However, on this day, Chongqing became the target of enemy planes again. Although the anti-aircraft guns blared endlessly, bombs still fell one after another.On the opposite bank is the factory area, where several bombs were dropped and immediately burned.This should be something to be alarmed about; yet those sitting in the bomb shelter admired the fire on the other side with curious eyes.Everyone still didn't talk to each other; but all eyes were on the other side, only my relatives were still cracking melon seeds, still lowering their heads, and still keeping their eyes on the muddy floor of the air-raid shelter.After a while, the alarm was lifted, and my relative stood up first. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and followed him out of the air-raid shelter.My relative went first as usual, because he was the owner of the iron factory.When we were walking on the Hanyu Highway, someone found an unexploded bomb at the gate of the iron factory.We stood still, not daring to move forward.But my relatives moved quickly as if nothing had happened.I couldn't help calling him loudly to stand still, but he didn't seem to hear my voice at all.His wife also became anxious and shouted desperately, but it was of no avail.Afraid of accidents, his wife rushed forward, grabbed him, and scolded him with a voice like a cock crowing, saying that the bomb would explode at any time, so she couldn't go near him.But the boss meant exactly the opposite to her, saying that the bomb might explode at any time, so it must be moved to the field, otherwise, when the whole factory was reduced to ashes, he would not have the courage to continue living.His wife was about to argue, but he galloped toward the bomb like a runaway horse.His motive was obvious: to remove the bomb.The woman refused to let him take risks and chased him madly.Just when the boss took the bomb away with both hands, it exploded with a bang.Afterwards, we did not find the bodies of the couple.All we found was a scorched men's yellow leather shoe and a gold ring.