Chapter 14 Toshiro Diary (12)

Our team leader, Warrant Officer Uchiyama, is a rambling person. He often talks about: "Others die, but I will not die. After returning to China, I will go door to door to condolences to the families of the officers and soldiers who died in the squadron. I can't do it myself. Die?" I don't know why the squad leader is so confident.As far as I think, it may be due to blind belief in some religion.For example, followers of Fahua Sect have been superstitious since ancient times that accidental death does not exist.The gentle and kind image of this warrant officer and his famous saying - "The pain in the feet is also due to eating too much" will never be forgotten by me.We are very saddened by the death of the captain.After the death of the warrant officer, Morizaki Cho-chan and Ono So-chan were left. I couldn't help but feel that the sweet fruit was gone, and all that was left was the bitter, sour fruit that was hard to swallow.Qianshan joined the team in the fifth year of the Showa era, and he is also a kind-hearted person.Now, my comrade-in-arms, the victim of a brutal killing, will always bless us.

We, yes, we will indict the enemies who killed them.We are determined, and the death of a comrade-in-arms can only strengthen our will, and it will always be remembered in our hearts.We are passionate.Tonight, we decided to camp in the village at the foot of the mountain where our comrades were killed.Near the village lay the corpses of two or three enemy regular soldiers who were only twelve or thirteen years old. They were the corpses of cute young soldiers.I can't imagine such a young boy carrying a gun to fight... When the girls saw us entering the village, they were all trembling with fright.Some of the soldiers became lustful at the sight of women.At this time, what we urgently need is rice. Since the food supply is not available, we rely on local expropriation.When I walked into a farmer's house, I saw seven women cowering in the corner, and the men were bound by our people, waiting to die.

A seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl smeared black ash on her face, looking particularly dirty, hiding behind her mother and grandmother.Although I want to say to them who are trembling with fear, don't worry, I won't hurt you.But they couldn't understand the language, so they had to smile to show their kindness and let them take out the rice and process it into rice.All the rice from their family was confiscated by the Chinese soldiers, there was not a single grain left, and the rest was millet.They put the rice into the stone mortar and pound it straight with wooden sticks, which is simply the most stupid primitive pounding method.While I was smoking and waiting for the rice, Second Lieutenant Nishihara barged in.He rolled his eyes and looked at them one by one, and found that the girl had smeared her face black, and shouted angrily: "Why did this bastard make such a dirty look on purpose? Tell her to dress up beautifully in front of us Japanese soldiers!"

The second lieutenant searched the house, but found no suspicious person.When he raised his leg and was about to go out, he said viciously: "The people in this village are the same as those in the neighboring villages. They will all be killed! No three-year-old children in the neighboring villages are left behind. After the incident here is over, prevent them from escaping, and put them away tomorrow morning." They're all cleaned up!" With a "squeeze", the saber was put into its sheath, and the second lieutenant walked away. Why must these women and children be killed?What can be gained by killing the babies who are waiting to be fed and the women who are holding them in fear?

Just now, when the man tied to the tree was stabbed by the bayonet and screamed, blood dripping, the seven or eight-year-old child was so frightened that he cried and trembled as if he was being burned.Needless to say, they probably hated our Japanese army.But so what?What can these effeminate country women do?You can't resent them because their children are carrying guns and fighting on the front line of the Anti-Japanese War, saying, "You actually gave birth to such a son"! It is only natural to hate the enemy's army.However, letting them live will have no effect on our army's certainty of victory.So, I decided to let them escape.The reason why I have such an idea is because I have the intention to repay them for pounding rice for me, and they are sincere and kind to me when they meet each other.I took out a notebook and wrote "You escape at twelve o'clock" on it. They took turns reading it in their hands, but none of them understood it.In desperation, I had no choice but to pull out my waist knife, grabbed a woman, and said to her: "Tomorrow, you will be like this!" As I spoke, I pressed the knife against her chest, and she was startled, thinking that I was really going to kill her. she.At this moment, they finally understood that they would die tomorrow morning, and they were terrified.I took them to the back door, pointed at twelve o'clock on my watch, and told them: "Your, this!" Then they understood what I meant, tears of gratitude filled their eyes, and knelt on the ground three times and nine times to thank I.

The sun finally went down.I felt that I had done a good deed and returned to the unit with two liters of rice.On the drying ground in front of the dormitory, three Chinese people who had just been killed were lying in a pool of blood.It is said that he was killed only a few minutes ago, and the blood is flowing on the ground like a licking snake's tongue.Realizing that there was no way for the boy coolie to escape before we went to bed, I took him into a dark, empty room and tied him up with loose ropes.After that, I stopped by to see if the group of women during the day had escaped, and I saw that the room was empty. They escaped before twelve o'clock, and none of them was left behind. Passing the door of the dormitory of the second team, there was a lewd noise from the room.When I entered the room, I saw a girl sitting there tremblingly, and six soldiers were drinking and having fun around the stove.

She was one of the girls I let go.Wu Zhang Zhujian said to me triumphantly: Dongjun!you are fine!Lao Sa, girl's, everything is available!Next, fucked fucked!OK OK! "As he spoke, he drank a glass. Everyone's lustful eyes focused on the girl. "Where did you get it!" I asked. "These guys were caught running back just now. It's a pity to kill them like this. We want to kill them after we are satisfied!" Takema replied, and laughed again "hehe".She was still caught.I think her life is really bad.Forget it, I didn't mention the matter of letting her go.

"You said try to satisfy? Who is it to satisfy?" I asked. "I want to satisfy this girl!" "The girl agreed! Ha! Ha! Ha..." "Hey! Who goes first? Okuyama! How are you?" "Thanks! Hey! Girl! Come, come, come!" Okuyama took the girl and disappeared into the night, as if she was brought into Jiutian Shigeko (should be Jiuten Douji or Jiudian Douzi, an ancient Japanese thief who dressed up as a ghost, specializing in stealing property and plundering women , children.) The girl in the cave.After a while, we took a look out of curiosity. Then, two or three soldiers went to replace Okuyama and disappeared into the darkness.

At eight o'clock the next morning, the village was set on fire like straw, and off we went! On the avenue leading to Nanjing, there was a constant stream of vehicles, horses and people flocking to the front line.There were two hydrogen balloons floating in the air, and several cars parked under the balloons were communicating with the heavy artillery. The large heavy artillery erected its horns like a leaping bull, and the brutal bullets and gunpowder were loaded with death and flew towards the target. We have finally entered the hell of cruelty and injustice.In the fields next to the road, the dead bodies of men and horses were everywhere.A group of hungry and cold teenagers surrounded the dead horse like flies, chopping up the horse's meat with big kitchen knives.In our eyes, they are like a pack of hungry wolves.

Before long we were sweating and exhausted.At this time, I met a large number of officers and soldiers with high spirits.I heard that they have captured Wuxi and are preparing to enter the city with a whole team.We finally joined the squadron here.I was sitting on the side of the road when Yokoyama Jun came to me and said, "Dong, where have you been? The battle was fierce! We destroyed the barbed wire fence with blasting tubes and opened the way for the infantry to charge. Our squad leader I was hit, and I am now the acting team leader." After hearing these words, I feel quite uncomfortable.The comrades-in-arms were triumphant and full of air after winning the battle.We didn't catch up, and felt that we were a bit shorter than others, and couldn't help but feel inferior. We really didn't have the right to continue talking about the battle with Yokoyama Jun, so we had to listen attentively, and were sincerely happy for his achievements and survival.

"Yokoyama Jun! The battle is still going on! It's far from over. I don't know where Nanjing is, and it hasn't been occupied yet!" I said this, praying that there would be a more intense battle than they did last night.Only in this way can I sit on an equal footing with them, otherwise I can only judge for them.Dear fellow engineering soldier Cao Hengshan Chun made special meritorious service in this battle and became a model soldier of our army. All the officers and soldiers of the squadron assembled at the edge of the field. We bypassed the pancake-shaped landmines carefully dug out by the engineers in sequence, and arrived at the squadron's position.The comrades-in-arms were covered with mud and formed a Wuxi-style formation.I don't know which army was ahead of us.At this moment, three or four soldiers started booing, "Hey! Hey! Hey!" "Why don't we let our first brigade enter the city first? We are the ones who attacked the city! We were the ones who worked hard! We were the ones who won the battle! We should be the first to enter the city! Which unit are the boys who are walking in front of the city proudly?" " "The captain is too honest, he is so useless!" Another soldier said. "Damn it! Maybe the newspapers are going to report other troops entering the city. The news is just trying to deceive the bastards in the country. We are all unsung heroes!" said another aggrieved. "We are the ones who suffer the most, we are the ones who suffer the most, and we are the ones who bleed! But the first to enter the city, to occupy the good dormitories, and to obtain abundant food and grass are those who stand still. The guy who didn't bleed!Even if they are powerful, we can't beat them! " They whined nonstop and brazenly.Such dissatisfaction is bound to arise on such occasions.Because the soldiers always feel that only they are the ministers who have worked hard and made great achievements in the rain of bullets.They only see what is in front of them, and their vision is narrow. Wuxi is a big city.As soon as we arrived at the residence, we hurriedly collected everywhere. The soldiers, like a group of porters, hurriedly carried white bags of flour from the flour warehouse. The shops were crowded with soldiers, and there were everything from sugar, fruit, canned food, etc., all of which were kept intact in every shop.The people should have fled with these goods a long time ago, but now there are so many of them there, probably because they were deceived by the lie of "our army's success is frequent" by the Chinese soldiers. We first made sweet rice cake and red bean porridge to fill our stomachs.Regarding the expropriation, the squadron leader scolded us inexplicably.According to him, except for rice, the act of expropriating other things is a sin.He accused us of expropriating flour, and was furious at us for expropriating sugar. However, he said to the soldiers in the command squad: "Some teams and detachments also make noodles, sweet rice cakes and small bean porridge, which is a feast for the taste. Is the command squad just lazy?" A salivating accent. The principle of the squadron leader is: Expropriation is strictly prohibited.However, sweet rice cakes, red bean porridge and noodles can be eaten. This kind of contradictory and awkward words made Monk Zhang Er puzzled after we heard it.So, simply take it as a windfall and ignore it. A large pile of snow-white refined flour is made into sweet rice cakes, red bean porridge, noodles and so on.The soldiers were rushing to make noodles by the side of the road, and their bodies were covered with white flour. When the horses passed through this narrow road, they pulled down a lot of feces, and the soldiers threw the soft dough in their hands to the horse's buttocks.Anyway, there is plenty of flour.As a result, the horse manure looks like it has been sprinkled with a layer of lime. Everyone started washing clothes and bathing in the lake by the city.Those who gobbled it up so much that it was difficult to breathe even when they lay down. My knapsack was filled with confiscated snacks, sugar, calligraphy and paintings of famous people, two folding fans with names signed, a can of spare saccharin and a can of milk powder, etc., which increased the marching load.As long as there is sugar, it is delicious, so we bring as much sugar as possible. The gluttonous Noguchi finally ate his stomach and became sick.He used his stomach as a sugar bag and filled it with sweets. The next day, I picked up a car with no tires. The creaking rickshaw, loaded with food and Noguchi's backpack, set off. Fires broke out everywhere along the way, and the old women cried so hard that they couldn't bear to live.Their cursing and cursing sounded like another flock of birds chirping to us.This is defeat, this is war.Thousands of troops poured out of Wuxi like a flood. Go along the railway to Wujin.Because our unit was nursing Noguchi while advancing, we had to fall behind the main force.Noguchi's carelessness alone caused trouble for all of us, falling more than 100 meters behind the main force.Our group was like moving, humming a little tune, and pulling the rickshaw that was almost falling apart under the weight of food and backpacks. Suddenly, gunshots came from nowhere.I thought, once the battle starts, what will happen to this car?Battles are not fought only on roads, and rickshaws cannot pass everywhere, and it is even more impossible to pull them around in the hail of bullets. So, we want to catch a coolie.Just after lunch, we caught an old man who was swinging a hoe in the field and asked him to carry our luggage for us.The old man seems to be over sixty years old, and because of our needs, we cannot pity him. We carry as much food as possible, and let the old man carry as much food as possible.Our backpacks are too heavy. If we fall to the ground at this time, we will be like a tortoise that has turned over. If no one helps, we don’t have to think about getting up again. But because of our greed, even though it is very painful, we are not willing to give up. Throw away a little. Our army occupied Changzhou without firing a single shot. It seems that the enemy abandoned Changzhou and retreated to Danyang to defend to the death."Danyang Gathering" is written in chalk on the walls of each house.From this, the place where the enemy fled can be accurately judged.It turned out that the enemy was routed and their command failed, so they had no choice but to rely on the form of "Danyang assembly" to convey orders. December 2nd.Arrived near Danyang just after noon.The first brigade marched along the small river, and my third squadron served as a vanguard squadron, and also equipped us with a heavy machine gun squad.The fourth squadron was on the right railroad, and the second squadron was on the left bank of the river, and the two teams went hand in hand.The battle formation is deployed, and only waiting for the order to fire. The first and second squadrons of my squadron were the first-line troops, and the third squadron I belonged to was the reserve team. Only Noguchi and coolies were left in my squadron, and all other personnel joined the battle ranks. Casualties were high in the battle.Lieutenant Nishihara was stimulated by the casualties that had already occurred, and he was very nervous.He led the first team to fight forward.There were two or three families in the bamboo forest opposite the No. 3 Squadron. In the bamboo forest, Czech machine guns were spitting out flames. Second Lieutenant Nishihara put his life and death aside and rushed to the front, shouting: "Forward! Attack!" He rushed towards the enemy without thinking about himself.However, for this reckless act, the bullet showed no mercy, and unceremoniously hit Second Lieutenant Nishihara in the stomach, and the second lieutenant fell down.After the first team lost its command, it became a reserve team, and it was decided that our third team would take over from them and go to the front line to continue fighting. We spread out and advance.After entering the depression, unload the backpack and prepare to attack. There is a low-lying road on the left, and there is a bamboo forest on the opposite side of the smelly water river. In order to reduce our casualties, we approached the enemy from low-lying roads.Since the enemy ahead did not see us, we could advance without difficulty.Unexpectedly, the enemy fired violently at the left rear, and the sudden shooting caught us off guard. Its firepower is located in the bamboo forest opposite the smelly water river.Czech machine guns were firing heavily at us, seriously threatening us.With nothing to cover us, we climbed up the ridge and lay down.This is really a good deal.Because the enemy's bullets came here from a low place, but we were lying on the ridge, which happened to be a blind spot for shooting. On the ridge are piles of steamed bun-like graves, we just took advantage of them and moved forward separately.Heavy machine gun fire from the rear covered us.When attacking, we had to repel the enemies in the bamboo forest at the left rear first, so we fired a few grenades into the bamboo forest to silence the enemy's machine guns.At this time, the frontal enemy's Czech machine guns fired at us frantically.Every few seconds, bullets were blowing towards us like a gust of wind.We approached the enemy in cover behind the graves.Bullets hit the ground, deafening.However, we are not afraid. "Beast!" We could only feel anger burning in our chests.At this moment, all our actions seem to be possessed by the devil.However, it is not that you lose your mind and act blindly.Our brains are extremely calm, but still not lacking in acuity. In this extreme excitement, all other emotions are drowned out. The calm brain only maintains keen observation and bold judgment.Rather than saying that we consider the relationship between the enemy and the enemy, the relationship with friendly forces, and the enemy's situation, it is better to say that we take effective actions based on our actual feelings and judgments.The heavy machine gun bullets of the friendly army covering us were like flying sand and rolling stones, and were withdrawn from the enemy's head.However, the enemy didn't buy it at all, and continued to shoot at us frantically.It's not time to strike yet.The squadron leader held a saber and waited for the opportunity.The enemy's bullets hit the graves, and the sporadic graves became the targets of shooting one after another.Soldiers continued to push forward by taking advantage of the enemy's shifting targets and gaps in loading bullets. "Your Excellency, squadron leader, how about launching a grenade?" I don't know who suggested it. "Okay! Hey! Shooter! Shoot two rounds first!" replied the squadron leader. After a while, the shooter fired two rounds from the cover.The bomb exploded so loudly that it sounded like a cannonball.Just two bombs knocked the enemy out of their wits, and the enemy's machine gun suddenly became dumb.Seeing this, Corporal Araki jumped out, and everyone understood, there was no need to blow the charge horn, and there was no need to give orders, they all knew that it was time to charge!Everyone held the gleaming bayonet rifles in unison, and rushed towards the enemy in one go.Seventy meters!Sixty meters!Fifty meters!Running out of breath.At this time, Hatta private first class fell.Several others also "thumped". "Plop"... shot one after another and fell down. "Is it alive? Or dead?" Lightning flickered in my mind. The sun was already hanging on the top of the White Pagoda, and the slightly chilly branches were covered with yellow leaves. In the bamboo forest occupied by the enemy, the place where the machine gun was set up was full of bullet casings, and there were hundreds of bullets left intact in the ammunition box.The houses in the bamboo forest are in ruins, and there are big holes in the courtyard and house walls that people can pass through.The sun descended step by step from the top of the White Tower, and the battle was submerged in the quiet night. Suddenly received an urgent order: "Cook quickly!" Bonfires were lit everywhere, and soldiers emerged from the darkness like ghosts, busy. After cooking, we set off. The next day we marched on the broad road and arrived at Baitu Town around one o'clock in the afternoon.Here, we received an order that was surprising - the squadron will be stationed in this village for about a week, and all dormitories must be cleaned!It was overjoyed and inspiring. We immediately found flour, red beans, and killed a pig, prepared a good meal, and arranged a place to sleep.I heard that the squadron leader will go to each dormitory to check the sanitation situation in person, so everyone is very busy building toilets and cleaning them. We started to make sweet bean porridge.After working for a while, I finally cleared the place. The gun mounts were built, the beds made, and the pigs slaughtered.We boiled beans in a pot, fell on the bunk, smoked and talked about why we were stationed here and did not move when we were at the most critical time to attack the capital Nanjing.As to why, we exchanged our own speculations. While we were chatting for about an hour, the orderly came with the outrageous order: "Get ready to go now!" Voices of dissatisfaction, complaints, and indignation sounded everywhere: "This is the shortest week in the world!" "Only four hours a week!" "Hurry up and ask the squadron leader to check the toilet!" "Also check the gun mounts and cleanliness!" "There are more important things! Please come to the inspected squadron leader to see if my butthole is clean!" "Damn it! If I don't yell about checking and checking, I can sleep for four hours, and this will be ruined!" We were so angry that we had to hurry up and get ready to go while cursing the street. Noguchi brought three coolies.One is a lovely boy in his sixteenth or seventeenth year, the other is a young man in his thirties, and the other is an old man in his sixties. Other teams loaded the grain on the backs of the oxen, and some people put the half-cooked red beans in baskets and took them away. The short "week" of stationing passed in this way, and we marched in a vast hilly area.After crossing the hills with no vegetation and a piece of red soil, we stepped onto the road leading to Nanjing. In the evening, I arrived at a village. It is said that it is only fifteen miles from here to Nanjing.The enemy in Nanjing is retreating, and some troops have already set up positions in Jurong. Our brigade is the right-wing advance force of the regiment, and the task is to attack the enemy here. We cook dinner in this village.We walked into a family, the house is very big, there are many books on the second floor, it seems that the owner and his son love to study.