Chapter 10 Toshiro Diary (8)

"What good does this guy do us?" said one of the sentries. "The advantage is that the inspector won't scold us when he comes. Because watching this guy, no matter what, someone has to stay awake. If there is no this guy, we will all be asleep. Then the inspector will definitely lose his temper." The youth didn't sleep all night. At dawn, more than a dozen light armored vehicles drove over.This strange-shaped object rolled up dust and moved towards Ningjin City while firing.The third squadron waited for an opportunity behind the enemy's back.After receiving the order to attack, I handed over the young man to the headquarters, evacuated the outpost and joined the squadron, and went into battle lightly.

Today, there are no gunshots.The road leads directly to Ningjin City Gate.We went along the right side of the road, and the captain of the Fifth Squadron looked down from the watchtower and said: "The enemy escaped last night, and your actions were in vain." But the squadron leader who has been wandering around with the headquarters ordered us to move forward, which means that we must participate in at least a little battle, even a little bit.We arrived at a village drenched in sweat.We immediately opened holes in the walls of each house and waited for the enemy to escape.Waiting left and right, except for two or three wild dogs circling around, I didn't see a person who looked like an enemy army.There were lots of yams, and we cooked them for lunch, and then set off on our way home.On the way back, I met the 33rd Regiment marching towards Ningjin City.They said: "No matter how tired we are, our captain will not allow coolies. He said that those who cannot march are not soldiers on the battlefield."

After hearing this, the squadron leader raised his eyes and said: "Did you hear that? If you can't do it right away, let the coolies carry backpacks. Look at the soldiers of the Thirty-Three Regiment. Can you fight like this?" The mouth was full of stars, and the tone seemed to be reprimanding others . We all whispered to each other: "Can't fight? Wherever you go, you should say something. You are young, timid, and incapable of being trusted. Isn't this why the third squadron can only guard the army flag? Guarding the army flag is not fighting. I don't know what's interesting thing!"

Back around the city wall, the brigade was moving somewhere.Captain Uchiyama asked the first squadron leader: "Where are you going?" "Nanhe." "How many miles are there?" "About thirty miles." The captain of the No. 1 Squadron replied thirty miles, which meant about, but actually fifty or sixty miles.Thanks to the squadron leader, we dug up a lot of sweet potatoes, went back to the village to get our backpacks, and then hurriedly chased the brigade.The brigade kept advancing, as if to say: useless third squadron, let them go. The squadron leader remembered something and said to everyone:

"Because I can't do it, we are always assigned to the reserve team. I'm sorry everyone." He hit the point!Everyone scoffed at him in their hearts. When the sun rising from the earth was about to set on the land in the west, someone with gratitude shouted loudly: "Look, it's a mountain!" The soldiers who had been walking silently with their faces down raised their heads and looked forward together. At this time, the mountains that emerged quietly in the distance were embracing the setting sun. "Ah, it's a mountain! It's a mountain! It's the mountain we've longed for..." The troops stopped immediately, and the soldiers looked at the mountains in the distance.

Yesterday was a plain, today is still a plain, and tomorrow will be a plain. Every morning and evening is spent on a large flat land.Can't see the mountain?Don't have mountains?Between these dozens of miles, the mountains that we are looking forward to piercing are embracing the sunset under the orange clouds, which makes us very moved.The soldiers shouted repeatedly: "Mountains! Mountains!" What a noble life we ​​regard the mountains.Mountains are gods, clean, and majestic justice. We have not seen such sublime purity since that infernal recital. Sad and bewildered, a sense of purity hits my heart.

Tall poplars grow along the road.The sun is gradually sinking towards the mountain.We move on. Seeing a wide and large clear water river, we took off our boots, because the leather of military boots will harden when they get wet, and if there is water in them, our feet will blister.It is rare that the riverbed is full of sand and stones.Because there are mountains, there are sand and stones.In the past, no matter which river bed was in the river, it was all clay.It was completely dark.Then, amidst the bleak autumn wind, the moon hung brightly in the sky.The melancholy moonlight is bright and beautiful.

Someone recited the poem: "...crossing the river at night..." Lang Lang's reciting sound urges the hero's sentimentality.I walked quietly, one step at a time.This is the world of poetry.There is such poetry on the battlefield. We live with nature, sleep with nature, and become one with nature.Nature is ours and we are its children.Across the river bank, there was a grove, and in the grove was a village.When I was wiping my feet by the root of a big tree, there was a sharp curse: "Why did you stay behind without the captain's order! Are you afraid of fighting?"

"A comrade-in-arms was wounded, and I bandaged him." "Who did you order to bandage him?" "A comrade-in-arms is wounded, can he stay and bandage him without the order of his superior? No matter how many casualties there are in the battle, soldiers are not allowed to stay and bandage the wounded casually! You are afraid of fighting!" "No, the painful cry of comrades..." It was the captain of the machine gun team who reprimanded the soldiers. There is no humanity before strict military discipline! Still on an empty stomach, we overtook many troops, overtook many vehicles, almost lost contact, and finally reached a large village with a hasty march.There are many luxurious residences in this village.Well, we thought we were camping in this village, but as soon as we sat down on the stone steps in front of a house, we were ordered to go on.This time it was only our third squadron.From this point of view, our squadron seems to be in the vanguard.After walking around the narrow and winding ridges in the cotton field for a while, I arrived at a dirty small village more than a mile in front of the field.We entered a small and crowded yard and slept in the open with burning sorghum stalks.The hour hand pointed to half past two in the morning.

At five o'clock in the morning, the team headed south again. During the day, I took off my military trousers and crossed the river, and at night, I marched through the wetlands, and plucked some beets that grew a lot in the fields of northern China to fill my stomach and continue to move forward.At night, advance on the only path in the sorghum field.Many people chew on green onions in their mouths. Green onions, radishes, and beets became very expensive foods. Another river came across.This is the third time I met the river.We took off our trousers again.The river is fifty or sixty meters wide, very deep, and the riverbed is also sandy.For those of us who have never seen a small stone, a grain of sand, but only a land of clay, the sand and stones in the riverbed are really an incredible existence.Northern China is indeed a land where not even a stone can be seen.

The clear river water is very cold. Ah, the cold river water, we couldn't help but be overjoyed when we marched in the hot weather and our throats were burning dry. We didn't have time to wear trousers, so we hurried on with them in our hands, as if pursued by terror.Then we saw the tall city walls in the dark. "Finally arrived at Nanhe!" We cheered and came to the city gate, what's going on?"Longping County" was actually written on the black brick plaque at the city gate, and the three big characters were looking down at us coldly. Thank goodness, probably camping here. Entering the city gate, there is a huge building on the right, and a sign of "Longping County Police Station" is erected at the entrance.In the yard, I put my backpack on my head and fell asleep. The cold pierces the skin.The moon above the head poured wisps of cold light.There are many weapons such as Qinglong knife in the room.After more than an hour, we entered the dormitory in front of the police station. There is not a single Chinese here. We got granulated sugar from the shop next door and quickly made cold dishes.what!The long-lost sweetness, the sweetness that has never been touched since the candy in Baichikou! Not knowing what will happen tomorrow.Well, even if tomorrow is to participate in a fierce battle, shouldn't we spare no effort to enjoy today's day, shouldn't we have a good meal first? People with diarrhea eat it, people with stomach problems also eat it, people with headaches, abdominal pain... all eat it to their heart's content. eat.eat.I could barely move after eating.I don't know that the night is late, I don't want to think about tomorrow's march, and I don't want to sleep. This has already become a kind of pleasure and entertainment beyond appetite.Take granulated sugar and put it into the container with your hands; mix with cold dishes and put it in a bowl.All this is a pleasant thing to forget about fatigue. right!In order not to be hungry tomorrow, bake some more bread! As a result, we didn't fall asleep until one o'clock in the morning. On the 15th, at 7 o'clock in the morning, we set off from the county seat of Longping County where we ate cold dishes.Our squadron is still the flag guard squadron. It's raining.Rain and mud, the relationship is like a soldier and a hungry stomach are a pair of close partners, the road will soon become muddy. At this time, we met the third brigade in a village.The military flag was changed to be guarded by the third brigade, and we returned to the first brigade to move on. Go at dawn, go at night, just go.All the people had spoiled their stomachs with empty stomachs and overeating. It was unexpected that the frontline troops would be so short of food. The rear troops have endless food, but the frontline troops are often hungry. This is normal on the battlefield. Komazawa had blood in his stool and was still walking.He suffers from diarrhea and blood in his stool every day. Fasting, diarrhea, fatigue—these will turn our flesh into mummies. He was pale and thin as a grass stalk growing out of the sun, but he had to walk, and he hadn't taken a single dose of medicine.The squad leader got angry and said he was not paying attention and overeating.He couldn't tell anyone either.The medic just made him drink baking soda.Since there was no medicine, he drank menthol as if it was a stomach medicine. How can this work?Menthol is a trauma medicine for external use.However, he had to do it.No matter what it is, even if it is a medicine for external use, as long as there is a word "medicine" in the name, you will feel uneasy if you don't drink it.It's so pitiful.He said: "If I can go home alive, there is only one thing I want to say to the society: On the battlefield, not only the wounded are sick. In the unsanitary, irregular life and the most reluctant actions on the battlefield, Damage to internal organs is natural. But he couldn't even take the medicine, so what else could he say besides talking nonsense?I am also part of the defense of the country I love.Society should point out this unilateral deficiency of the military and advise them to provide internal medicine to the soldiers! " At ten o'clock in the evening, we arrived at our destination.We quickly dug the trenches. Once the trenches were dug, we quickly mixed the wheat flour in the dormitory with the sugar left over from last night, and boiled it.We gathered around the iron pot on the campfire in the yard, eagerly waiting for the wheat flour to be cooked into batter.After a while, it was cooked and gave off a slightly sweet aroma. Everyone eagerly sucked it like a puppy sucking a bitch's milk, and didn't think it was the batter that the mainland despised.Whether it's batter or something, you're welcome. It's very fragrant and delicious. For us, it's fairy food. "Why does the first team have such delicious food for two consecutive days?" It's not unreasonable to hear this exclamation.At this time, Warrant Officer Uchiyama came in quietly. He was the one who had taught others to eat dates.Regardless of whether people complained about headaches or foot pains, he reprimanded them for eating too much.He believes that both headache and foot pain are closely related to overeating. At the beginning, Uchiyama was a cautious person in everything.Whether it was the rigid and unenlightened squadron leader or the warrant officer who felt helpless about everything, they all firmly believed that everything in China was unclean and wouldn't let us eat it.But I don't know when, the daily empty stomach is disturbing, and sometimes in private, like the soldiers, they start to eat everything. Especially the despicable squadron leader made the soldiers on duty even more indignant.Because the squadron leader said that it is absolutely forbidden to requisition other people's food, and he can only eat the food provided.But before he was thirsty, he ordered the soldiers on duty to give him good food and drink. It is not unreasonable for the soldiers on duty to get angry and angry with this squadron leader whose words and deeds are inconsistent. "It's delicious," said the warrant officer, swallowing saliva. We handed him a bowl, but we laughed at him secretly in our hearts: Huh, it sounds nice, don’t you want to eat it? He just went back after eating half a bowl. "Hey, the fourth team where the team leader is in must be making more delicious food. Otherwise, with such delicious food, how can we leave without finishing it. What a glutton." The orderly came to notify the duty.I went to the brigade as a soldier on duty.The owner of the house designated as the duty station is from China. I ordered him to fetch some clean water, but he fetched dirty water.I slapped him angrily, and his wife knelt on the ground with him and kept apologizing, and then brought clean water. That's probably what Chinese people are like.