Chapter 11 Toshiro Diary (9)

The next morning, we headed towards the long-awaited Nanhe.Longing for——I say this because we think that by reaching Nanwajo, we can figure out where we are headed. The land in northern China is easy to be muddy and dusty. It’s like forgetting the heavy rain yesterday. Now there is no trace of rain. The ground is so dry that people almost doubt whether it rained last night. over rain. The autumn sun is warm and warm, the breeze is blowing, and the march is very pleasant.It's just that the mood is refreshed by the autumn environment, but the pace is still in a hurry. Suddenly, three wide wetlands blocked our progress.Seventeen or eight donkeys and mules were trapped alive on the wetlands, as if they had been dropped by the advance troops.

The mire sank to their backs, and they panted with their heads up.The more they raised their heads, the more their bodies seemed to sink.They used all their strength to pull their bodies upward, but all was in vain.The horses of our troops also got stuck in the mud.We pulled up the sunken horse vigorously, but the horse just held its head up and couldn't move a step.We had no choice but to unload our luggage and throw them in the mud. There is a road and bridge paved with sorghum stalks, which may have been laid by the advance troops, but it is very unsafe to allow many soldiers to pass.We have a team of engineers here, and they're working, but they're not making any progress, just time is passing.Ono Dazuo reprimanded the engineering squad leader and told him to work faster.After speaking, he personally participated in the bridging operation.It is said to be a bridge, but in fact it is not a difficult task.It is to lay planks and straw on the hard mud in the mud.Seeing the captain, we can't stand idly by.We also helped and finally got through there two hours late.

Finally arrived at Nanhe City at three o'clock in the afternoon.Legend has it that if Nanhe City is captured, the battle will come to an end, and we feel that our empty stomachs will be satisfied.Cavalrymen lay in disorder on the road.We also rested by the roadside, waiting for the command to divide the dormitory area.After stopping for a while, the sweat from the march cooled his skin, as if he had caught a cold. I carefully changed into the sweater I had carried with me since I set off from the Mainland. Even in the midsummer heat, I was not willing to throw it away.Thanks to it, I can cope with the coolness of autumn and the cold of winter that is coming soon.

Besides, the destination was reached, but the lack of food was still the same, so what to do next became a problem.The squadron leader strictly forbade us to requisition, because the wanton plunder in Hengshui was severely reprimanded by the division head. According to the warrant officer, several soldiers wearing Chinese clothes and rings, as well as soldiers who invaded civilian houses, were found and punished. Among the soldiers were some who wore rings from time to time.It was indeed a bit ostentatious, but they were all silver or gemstone rings, which was understandable in terms of desire, and, in terms of being in such a killing environment, wearing rings gave people a sense of maturity.

In any case, expropriation is prohibited, and it is impossible not to eat.We find it difficult to understand this rather contradictory order, and the squadron leader himself is puzzled by the order that food is neither provided nor requisitioned.But an order is an order, and the squadron leader was prepared to strictly obey it. The confused squadron leader said, "Requisitioning food is absolutely not allowed. Everyone has to pay!" "I want to pay too, but no one is around, so I can't pay," said one person. "If no one collects money, a similar amount is left at the householder's home."

"However, I don't know which family the pigs belong to. The pigs are running around in the wilderness," the soldier was very unconvinced. "Anywhere, when requisitioning things, you have to keep the money. Because the squadron paid you for the food. Whoever pays can ask for it, and the squadron will pay you." What a strange thing.It makes sense for the squadron leader to ask us to throw money around - I didn't requisition, I bought it.We can take comfort.However, this is meaningless in reality, and it is also a loss for Japan, which is short of money. What a pity.Killing a pig by the root of a tree, and paying the money to the root, what is that? Lieutenant Iwabuchi, the captain of the second team, is a professor of the Higher Normal School. He said to the squadron leader: "Squadron leader, what do you say about the expropriation?" It's too powerful, I think there should be a limit. We can't go to battle without eating. The superiors should also be very clear about this, so I guess the order prohibiting requisition may not be very strict. Will there be some maneuvers? What about the leeway? The squadron leader often reprimands the soldiers of the squad to requisition things, so why does he acquiesce to the command squad to requisition? I don’t think there is anything wrong with the squad soldiers doing what the command squad can do. There are only a dozen or so people in the command squad, but often It takes five or six chickens."

The squadron leader smiled embarrassedly: "Okay! Let's requisition three chickens for each team. Two chickens will be requisitioned for the command squad." After hearing this, the leader of the second team asked, "Why does the team with more than 50 people requisition three chickens, but the command squad with less than ten people don't?" How about requisitioning two?" "Uh...uh...then each of the squads will have one per day." Reluctantly, the squadron leader hesitantly agreed to one team. "Second Lieutenant Iwabuchi is amazing!" We whispered.

Fifty meters ahead of the road soaked in water.Five cavalry rode over with splashing water. "The enemy fled far away to the Yellow River." Said the cavalry on horseback.I was taken aback, and sighed: "Oh, the long-known Yellow River is so close, we walked so far without knowing it." We set off to look for chickens.There was a dirty Chinese family with a wife and son.They are steaming buns.Lifting the lid of the steamer, one can see that steaming steamed buns are steaming upwards.We picked it up and ate it right away.very delicious.Everyone stretched out their hands, and they ate them all in the blink of an eye.The Chinese grumbled and grumbled, keeping their eyes on us.It takes courage for the citizens of the defeated country to do this, because if they fail to do so, they will be killed.While we praised this, we took two chickens by the way and left.Soon, the dormitory was settled.

Northern China is rich in cotton, and the family we live in is also full of cotton.Sleeping on brand-new cotton is certainly more comfortable than sleeping on a dirty quilt, and we've scrambled up the cotton. These days, the nights are cold.On October 16th, I took the girl's trousers out of the cabinet.The girl's trousers were silk, with embroidery on the blue material.Because it is cotton pants, it is very comfortable to wear and sleep. I woke up on the morning of October 17th, took off my cotton trousers, and found that there was something red between my legs. After a while of nausea, I threw it in the earthen house.These trousers are probably worn by girls who have reached their age, perhaps for her to go out or participate in sacrificial activities.

Today is God Taste Festival (a harvest festival held at Ise Shrine in Japan on October 17 every year.) We gathered in the square and bowed to the east horizon. The order came down. "The 30th Brigade returned to Ningjin for garrison. The 19th Brigade was on garrison in Nanhe." "Great!" Everyone cheered in unison. As soon as he heard the garrison, the squadron leader immediately ordered to check the weapons. The muzzle is rusted. Boil the remaining rice into a watery gruel, and crush the wheat to make dumplings, and have a meal. Insufficient food will inevitably require unified control of food.Can not just eat.

Because every grain is not personal, but the source of strength for all team members. In the afternoon, my good friend Jun Hengshan came.He was working in the wetland we passed yesterday. He said that today he was protecting the head of the 30th Brigade. Thanks to their efforts, the wetland had already been cleared for trucks.We patted each other on the shoulder, said "take care" and parted again. At night, the bright moon shines on the earth. Moonlight contains five thousand years of history.She remembers all the changes on the earth in the past five thousand years. From the time of Yao and Shun until today.From the Spring and Autumn Period to the unification of the Qin Dynasty, the rise and fall of the Han Dynasty, the culture of the Sui and Tang Dynasties, the rise and fall of the Five Dynasties, the rise of Mongolia, the Ming Dynasty, the Qing Dynasty, the revolution... the ups and downs of human struggles, the ups and downs, and the vicissitudes, she has a cold panoramic view. This battle of ours will also be kept as a part of her memory, and then her brilliance will be sprinkled on the people of future generations. The pale and speechless cold light... how full of sorrow it is!That lonely light that has been made into poems and songs several times since ancient times is so refreshing! When I see the moon, I think of my hometown.The Moon makes one's mind run wild on all the things one misses. The pale, speechless, stern and transparent moon, turned into an infinitely lonely lament, poured into my heart, telling me endlessly about my hometown. My dear ones, my parents, brothers and sisters, my friends, are you also looking at the moon floating leisurely in the clear night sky on this late autumn night?I'm watching too, but I can't see my dear ones. Looking at the moon in the north thousands of miles away from my homeland, how much I yearn for the moon in my homeland, please tell the people in my homeland. Let the loving hands of comrades cut off the only bit of hair left as a legacy, let the bodies of the war dead be reduced to ashes on the trenches, and come to sacrifice to the motherland with great regret! Before the holy fire that was about to burn out, the monks accompanying the army who wept and recited scriptures made trembling and mournful voices. The blazing holy fire, the sound of mournful chanting, the tears shed left to remember the sorrow and figures of the comrades in arms of the deceased, and the desolate and lonely tombstone erected there. Troops marching waist-deep in the swamp in the dark. The brave figures of soldiers who endured hunger and ran. attack!attack!Play the triumphant song that resounds through the heavens and the earth. I have never had such a pious thought for the moon, and I have never lived so harmoniously with nature. On the battlefield, morning, noon, and night all have different meanings.Day is not a continuation of morning, nor is night a natural extension of day.They were breathing separately in their respective personalities.Why should human beings keep repeating such struggles forever?That can only be human misfortune. Destruction, death, maiming, tyranny, human misery, nostalgia for one's homeland -- oh, get rid of these thoughts! Now there are demands now.Reality is not about chasing lingering sentimentality.What is needed are manly men, real fighters, not dreamers. what!The moon finally melted into my sadness. At this time, the folk song sung by the fourth squadron came.In the raging fire, the songs of Sado Island sounded.The soldiers around the bonfire in the field were full of joy and energy after continuous fatigue, shouting.Their song became a howl, a shout.Under the bonfire and the reflection of the moonlight, people are dancing and the crowd is excited. That cry, that cry is so happy The night of Nanhe on October 17 was an unforgettable night. The bright moonlight still shines on the vast land. Late at night. Human life, like vermin, will be ruined without guilt.The fertile land will be turned upside down into a wilderness.Tall buildings will collapse like toys. Civilization in the twentieth century is crumbling.Crime, cruelty, misery, tyranny, destruction, all these evil deeds are rampant in the name of justice. Both the enemy and the friendly side each have a name for justice. What exactly is built on top of this nothingness? Autumn goes and winter comes, everything withers.Then, the breath of spring woke up the earth again. The new green shoots start a new round of life with the passion of growth. When will the spring breeze blow into this human winter?And who is blowing the spring breeze? spring!It is the Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere! It is the person who blows the spring breeze!It must be Japan as the leader, and the Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere must be built on the ruins after destruction.It needs destruction solemnly and resolutely. However, people who are in this process have to feel heart-wrenching sadness. This pathos--it is not the pathos of the moon and the lingering pathos of homesickness, but of unending grief, the pathos of a great pain and the cry of an everlasting abomination. Fighting - it is the inevitable choice of the living.However, some people cannot take it as a necessity and cannot accept it willingly. There is justice, sentimentality, and humanity in the world. That is the inherent goodness of man. However, in reality there is justice that comes from inherent goodness.Justice in reality is power.Only strength is justice.Everything in the world is the law of the jungle, and nothing else.He who is strong is the just.In the face of this force that is justice, all good will no longer be good.In the face of power, human nature does not know what it is, and evil ways can also become justice. Ah, in this way, if you want to become today's righteous faction in reality, you must be a powerful person.Why be afraid that future generations will call it injustice? Is it enough to be born in the present and be the righteous faction of the present? The justice of the overlord—the justice of high pressure, as long as there is such a thing, the struggle will never stop. Hey, we Japanese! Whether it is Sakyamuni, Confucius, or Christ, as long as he defies Japan, he must let him bleed and fight against him! The motherland, Japan, has the right to live and the duty to survive.We are her sacrifices, worthwhile sacrifices. On we go, then, till the glory of victory comes, till our last breath. The accumulated military victories will soon turn into diplomatic victories. Moreover, there will be the starting point of Mingda's glory. Late at night.The sound of folk songs still echoes in the night like a triumphant song.