Chapter 18 Toshiro Diary (16)

In front of me was a huge hell where madmen howled.The bullets are singing the song of death, and the people are screaming and dancing the dance of hell.We're "Whoa! Whoa!" Barking hysterically, his throat was about to bleed.Now, we are not human beings, but roaring beasts. Like a pack of ferocious hungry wolves vying for a slain beast, we approached Sifang City step by step.The bad thing is that my gun is malfunctioning now. I want to stop and try to fix the jammed magazine. At this time, my comrades walked past me one by one.I took off my hat, urging myself in my heart: "Quick! Quick! Calm! Calm!" I put the gun on the hat and began to repair it.At any rate, he took out the two bullets, quickly took out the magazine from his pocket and loaded it into the gun chamber.

After loading the bullets, he desperately caught up with the troops.But Cao Chang was not found, and the comrades were crawling on the last slope.I didn't care what happened, and climbed up. I looked up at the high ground, and the violent bullets were flying towards us.The Sifang City looming in front of us in the dark night.It's a full seventy meters from me to the gate. When the enemy came out of Sifang City and was looking around, he ate a row of bullets from us. The enemy was frightened by our unexpected night attack and fled in all directions. Our left was also shooting at them.We thought that the first and second squads also participated in this night attack, so we contacted them and called their names, but there was no reply at all.It doesn't feel like a night raid to us.

Chief Ono Cao shouted loudly: "How about the other teams? Are you there?" But no one answered, and only then did they know that they did not act according to plan.During the day, the cooperation of heavy artillery failed to take down this strong Sifang City, and now our third team is allowed to attack alone. We are so surprised that we have nothing to say.We were worried that if we failed to attack, we would be wiped out by the enemy, so we sent messengers to the squadron headquarters at Zhang Xueliang's house in the rear. After a while, a fierce gun battle broke out in the pine forest below on the right.The subordinate troops of the Ninth Wing launched an offensive, which was a timely help.Without them, we would have been attacked back and forth, and our entire army might have been wiped out.Suddenly, I found a figure appeared on the right side of the city.I fired a shot and the figure disappeared.I thought I was knocked down, but another figure emerged from under the pine tree, walking towards here swaggeringly.I'm very surprised, could it be that the comrades in arms came back from the other side of the city?impossible!I stared at him strangely.

"Who is it? Who is it?" I asked, gripping the loaded gun tightly. "Japan! Japan!" Shadow replied as he approached. How can there be comrades who answer "Japan, Japan"?Is someone deliberately joking?what to do?Just when I couldn't make up my mind, the figure was already two meters away from me.By the moonlight, I saw that he was wearing a China Army helmet, which confused me, and I was really anxious.After the comrades lost their steel helmets, many of them wore steel helmets of the Chinese Army, and besides, they couldn't tell the color of their clothes at night.It's the enemy!But what if it is not the enemy?

I was hesitating, and then I thought about it, it was no big deal for my comrades-in-arms, so I pulled the trigger, "bang--" a shot was fired, and the shadow fell down with a "slap".After he was shot and fell down, I was still worried. What if he was a comrade-in-arms?Look carefully at the person who is moaning in pain.what!Sure enough, it was a Chinese soldier.Finally, a stone fell to the ground, and I felt relieved.This reckless and bold madman is really hateful. I shot him again and sent him to the west. I wonder why this person is so bold. Besides, I think it is difficult to judge the enemy and the enemy in night battles. , a password must be specified.

On the high ground, I looked up again. After a few minutes, more than a dozen enemies appeared on the right side. After a burst of shooting from us, the enemies fled.However, there was another figure approaching from the pine forest on the right, and Private First Class Ju Cang also wondered, was the figure an enemy or a comrade in arms?Private First Class Jukura was a cheerful and funny recruit. He asked the approaching figure, "Hey! Who are you?" From Jukang's tone, I judged that this figure must be a comrade-in-arms. "Hi! Who? Why didn't you answer?" Ju Cang asked the other party again.

"Japan! Japan!" replied the figure. As soon as I heard it, "Oh!" I was very suspicious of the person who answered "Japan! Japan". Ju Cang seemed to believe it. He said: "Japan! If it is a friendly army, call it a friendly army! Don't be ridiculous and say something about Japan, idiot!" Ju Cang said again: "Then, who are you?" They were already standing face to face, it was too late to talk, and it was so fast, before I had time to shout: "No! It's the enemy!" Ju Cang stabbed the bayonet with the bayonet, and the figure "woo--" fell down with a bang.

"Ah! Fool!" Hearing Ju Cang shout, he stabbed the bayonet at the dead figure. I ran down from the heights. He gasped and said to me: "Dong Jun! It's the enemy, a Chinese soldier!" Then he stabbed again.The enemy fell at our feet. Ju Cang said to me: "I thought it was weird at first, but when I heard about Japan! After Japan, I thought he was a comrade in arms, so I let him approach here. After a closer look, this kid used a Czech-style gun, so I must It was the enemy, so I stabbed him to death. It was so dangerous! I was almost fooled by him." "You're so good at recognizing Czech guns."

"The Czech type is shorter than the 38 type. If the length is the same, it will be difficult to distinguish. Maybe I will be killed by him today!" Ju Cang kicked the corpse angrily. Cao Chang roared angrily: "The team leader gathers the team members, the team on the right guards the right, and the team on the left guards the left!" I yelled, "First Squad Gather!" Gather the team under the middle pine tree. The moon hung high in the sky, and the blue moonlight shone on the ground. We shouted: "Squad leader! Nishimoto! Nishimoto!" But there was no sign of the squad leader.

Although Cao Chang only ordered to guard the left and right sides, but I think the ninth regiment below is fighting and the middle is very dangerous, so I decided to move the first unit to the middle. There was no enemy on the high ground, and the Ninth Wing was fighting fiercely below.Not far from the lower right, the enemy's Czech guns are spitting out flames. "Did Nishimoto be killed? No one answered, and he wasn't in the squad. Maybe he was dead." "I don't know where to go! You coward!" While we were discussing, he came back. The squad leader reprimanded us and said, "What are you doing?"

"Report! Because there are a lot of bullets coming from behind, we are contacting the Ninth Regiment about the assault here." "Whose order? You can't act casually when the assault is the most critical! When everyone is desperately assaulting, you actually retreated in order to communicate! Bastard!" It is said that Private First Class Kumano had to undertake the task of rescuing the wounded while charging.At such times, it is absolutely forbidden to act without an order. The first and second teams and the squadron leader arrived.Why didn't they take part in the assault?And why did they retreat to the rear without contact? On the lower right there is a road, and there is a small house on the side of the road. From this small house, the enemy's machine guns fired heavily at the Ninth Regiment.We had intended to fire heavily at the enemy from the side.But because they don't know the progress of the Ninth Wing, they can only stand by on the spot.I planned to use a grenade to destroy this machine gun fire point, so I took a few grenades from the second squad of soldiers lined up on the high ground, and crawled towards the enemy under the shade of the pine trees.It is estimated that the distance from the enemy is about forty-five meters.I once thought: "Forget it! Nanjing is in front of me now, it is better not to do unnecessary things, otherwise it will be useless to die." But then I thought: "What is there to be afraid of!" At the same time, I also reflected Bow asked himself: "Isn't my act of bravery mixed with the meaning of showing off?" While crawling, I threw a grenade at the enemy. Unfortunately, it bloomed after about ten meters of hard work, and it didn't work. When I was about to climb back to the team along Songyin, I found a suspicious enemy figure walking. I lay down on the ground and aimed and shot by the moonlight, but the enemy disappeared into the darkness without any resistance. My heart Think, there are still enemies here. When we were guarding, three people came up from below, who were they?What to do? "Friendly army!" According to our past experience, simply answering "friendly army" is not enough.Alliance number and name must be reported.Since our surprise attack, internal communication passwords such as "mountain, river..." have been stipulated. The three who came were soldiers from the Ninth Regiment, and they brought the wounded.The wounded was shot in the stomach.When I heard that I had been shot in the stomach, I thought this kid was hopeless. Almost no one has been rescued after being shot in the stomach. As long as the chest is shot, as long as it is not the heart, even if it is pierced, it can generally be saved. The wounded man was in agony, his throat was hissing like a flute, shouting like a storm, wailing and groaning like curses. He was screaming at the top of his voice, struggling in pain: "Give me a shot! Ah! uncomfortable!Give me a shot! "The sound pierced our hearts. He was crying out in grief: "Boys! Boys order! We are usually said to be comrades-in-arms, why don't you listen to me now, hey! Hey! I beg you! Give me a shot! Give me a shot! "The comrades-in-arms all sympathized with him and stood by, unable to help. Their comrades were struggling in pain and begged to kill him. One after another, "Why didn't you shoot me, why didn't you kill me? Are you going to punish me: You still count Comrades?", the heart-wrenching cry of pain, like the roar of hell, pierced our hearts like ice in the cold night. Although we are very simple at the critical moment of life and death, his painful mourning moved us Everyone's heart. He moaned like crazy in pain, shouting "Gimme a shot" until his last breath.His young life was coming to an end. The bullet passed through his stomach, and the hot young blood tormented him and flowed to the cold ground. All of a sudden, there was a few "orbs! Bang" and the explosion of mortar shells, and his screams disappeared. "Hey! Another shot. The leg was blown off by the shell." Damn, another one got hurt.The squadron leader rushed over.We are already furious. It was only later that we all admired and admired the squadron soldier whose legs were blown off by shells. He also seemed very energetic.He said: "It's not a big deal, it doesn't hurt at all, it will be fine if the bleeding is stopped. Isn't it dead yet! I will go to battle in the future. It is often said that he died on the way to the rear where there are military doctors. There was a hint of fear. Although the military doctor tried his best to rescue him, he died of excessive bleeding in the end. But until the last drop of blood was shed, and only his last breath was left, he still had a peaceful expression and a smile on his face.The military doctors all sighed sincerely, saying that they had never seen such a strong soldier. The mortars struck again. After our third team handed over the task of defense to another team, we went back to the place before the assault to pick up the backpack. By the time we got our knapsacks and returned, the last regiment that was dying by the roadside had also escaped.This extremely intense hell performance that lasted for three days from the tenth also stopped suddenly. Intense voice, needless to say in the past, maybe I will never hear it again in the future. For some reason, suddenly a gunshot was heard from far and near, as if there was a sudden power outage, all the enemies fled, right?An incredible tranquility. It was a quiet night with a moonlight like water.We entered the city (referring to Sifang City).The bright moonlight came in through the gaps in the shelled windows and shone on the stairs, which were in a mess.The columns on the reinforced concrete had fallen, the roof had been ripped off, and there was debris everywhere, with nowhere to stand.The cold moonlight shone on the ruins, casting mottled black shadows.I bathed in the moonlight in the silent ruins and looked down at the land. The cold wind came in through the holes in the military uniform. At this time, the land was exhausted after the fury and lay quietly.Both the enemy and the enemy, who were as crazy as beasts, fell silent at this moment. In the silence of the sudden shutdown of the factory that slaughtered human beings, some comrades-in-arms have already slept forever and will never know tomorrow; some comrades-in-arms are still groaning in pain due to serious injuries. Death can happen to us anytime, but I'm still breathing, I'm still. live. It's almost to Nanjing, I can still go back alive! There was a red fire burning in the basement.I wanted to hide in a fence on the corner of the second floor to sleep, but the cold was unbearable, so I had to go downstairs and into the basement. In the basement, we gathered around the fire, cooked together, and talked about the war situation and things about Nanjing.There is a water pipe deep in the basement. Of course, the water flowing out of the water pipe cannot come from the water source, it is the water accumulated in the pipe.I put water in the kettle, boil the water, and cook.The firewood for boiling water is furniture such as tables and chairs. The squadron leader asked me about the raid.According to the soldiers, the No. 1 and No. 2 detachments were ready to launch a night attack, but the squadron leader gave the order to retreat because he was afraid or suspected that it would not succeed.The soldiers in the command squad didn't know where the squadron leader was, and couldn't find it no matter how hard they looked. Of course, the squadron leader didn't hide, but the soldiers were very suspicious.I was lying on the cold hard concrete floor. December thirteenth. At seven o'clock in the morning, we lined up and set off.At this time, the squadron leader announced: "Nanjing fell last night, enter the city immediately!" what!Nanking was finally captured, and we all talked in low tones and congratulated each other.How rejoicing and inspiring that our efforts have finally paid off! We suddenly realized that the sudden cessation of the enemy's gunfire around ten o'clock last night meant that the enemy had fled.If the squadron leader had the courage to take advantage of the victory and pursue it, we would have made great achievements and won greater honors!Really sorry!The reason why Nanjing can be completely captured is because our night attack disintegrated the enemy's last line of defense.We all regret it. If the squadron leader gives the order to advance, our hands will be the first to hang the Japanese flag on the tower, and our brave night attack will be even more brilliant.But we have regrets.Even so, we were proud that whoever got to town first had contributed to the night raid, so we all felt worthy of the praise. The first detachment was ordered to protect and contain the wounded.I acted as the temporary team leader and led seven team members to stay in the city. In order to prevent the remnants of the enemy from attacking, we transferred the three wounded to the basement and ordered the team members to take turns to monitor on the roof. I patrolled around.The wounded with wounded hands and feet have been bleeding profusely since last night. Nursing is very difficult. With the absence of military doctors and health workers, there is nothing we can do but to say some words of comfort.In the basement of this empty building, we gathered around Qinghuo, happy for the fall of Nanjing, but heartbroken for the painful groans of our comrades-in-arms.There is no furniture in the room, it is completely like a monster, cold and empty, the columns are crumbling, and the roof is damaged. This dilapidated scene speaks of the cruelty of the shelling.Deep in the basement sits a paper cutter. I went out to see the battle.The warm sun shines on the earth, and the golden light is brilliant. This is the weather of Xiaoyangchun. It is hard to imagine the intense massacre last night.But when I came to the slope for a walk, I saw countless ammunition scattered around the gun mount of the "Y-shaped bunker" made of sandbags, the ammunition boxes that the enemy failed to take away when they fled, the blackened soil and the The corpse of the enemy who just died, I seem to have seen the massacre of inhumanity, heard the roar of the beast. I climbed up there, killed the enemy there, shouted there. I think I killed it everywhere Enemy, I can’t help but feel a lot of emotion. Last night I went to throw a grenade, and I threw a grenade where there are gunpowder brooms, bullet brooms, and machine guns. It was a hundred meters or more away from here. The corpse of the Chinese soldier in the trench is like They lay in a mess as if they had taken off their casually thrown military uniforms. It seemed that the enemy fled in panic. Thousands of rounds of unopened ammunition were discarded, and the cross iron pickaxes used for construction were also thrown on the ground. The barbed wire gleamed in the morning sun, giving people the illusion of being strong. Suddenly, I found a dying enemy.Just as he was about to stab him to death, he weakly opened his eyes, raised his black hands, and muttered something in his hoarse voice, while taking out a small notebook from his pocket, and handing it to me.Why is he doing this?What did you write?It's a suicide note.I took it over and saw that it was just five inexplicable Chinese characters. He probably thought he had finished writing, but he didn't know whether it was because of his unconsciousness, or because he had bled so much last night that he couldn't hold the pen firmly. His handwriting was light and intermittent, crooked and difficult to read.After he finished writing, there was a smile on his face. He tried his best to write these five words, as if he had exhausted all his last strength.His face was completely that of a dead man, with a death gray color, the color I often see on the faces of dying comrades in arms.Dark gray death soaked his skin.He didn't seem to be in pain at all, just quietly waiting to die.He had a smile on his face as if in a dream, maybe there was a scene of plowing in the field with his beloved wife covered in mud; or he dreamed that he was holding a lovely child; or such a warm picture appeared in front of his eyes : Chickens are playing happily in the spacious yard, and ducks are playing in the stream beside the yard.There was another smile on his face covered in mud, blood and grime. I can't help but feel pity for him. He is also a hero who died for his country, and he is not guilty. He is only carrying out the order of his motherland.I couldn't bear to stab him to death.At this time, Private Omori asked: "Dong, kill?" "Well..." I said perfunctorily. "I'm going to die anyway, kill it!" Omori raised his pistol. "Then don't stab, just shoot..." Omori's gunshot announced his death. I found a booklet with a red cover from his arms. The cover read: "Instructions from Generalissimo Jiang, secret." Put it back in his arms. Bottles of white powder, women's red handkerchiefs and shoes were scattered in the trenches at the rear, and none of the detachment soldiers were killed, they all fled. At around ten o'clock in the morning, the heavy artillery observation team came.They climbed onto the roof and installed the phone.The Artillery Major climbed onto the roof, observed the situation with binoculars, and gave orders to the Signal Corps.Because the stretcher soldiers who took care of the wounded in the dressing station hadn't come yet, we had to ask the captain of the artillery brigade to call the military doctor of the field heavy artillery team to see a doctor. He readily agreed and made a phone call.The remnants of the enemy may come to attack at any time, and we still have three wounded, and we feel very uneasy. The arrival of the artillery seemed to give us a little reassurance, but before the military doctor came, there was an order to transfer, and the artillerymen came again. I don't know where he went, but the lucky star who came suddenly left nothing behind. We must step up our guard.The pain and bleeding of the wounded are increasing. We cannot sit idly by and must get in touch with the outside world.The casualties of our squadron were still kept in Zhang Xueliang's house in the rear, so I walked back along the way I charged. Four bodies were being cremated there, and the flames were blazing.There were two wounded in another room, and the stretcher soldiers carried the wounded away. One of the wounded sighed and asked sadly, "Has the dead guy been cremated?" "It's almost burnt, and it will turn to ashes in two hours." "Really?" His voice was grim and mournful, "I am saved from being burned." He said in a trembling voice, desperately denying the possibility of death, but his mouth seemed to be stuck by something, trembling, and his voice trembling.Then he covered his head with his coat, and with a long sigh, began to sob. "Yeah, your injury is nothing serious, don't worry, you will recover after ten days in the dressing room, don't worry! His head seems to be injured, he didn't answer anything, just got up and lay half down. Outdoor The wood was crackling and burning, and he muttered in his coat: "I was number four yesterday, one, two, three, four, number four, and I've had a hard time in my heart, and I've been in pain ever since." Timid, although he was careful everywhere, he was still injured. "(In Japanese, "four" is the same as "death", so Japanese people often have the superstition that "four" means "death".). I said, "This is a superstition! Being number four in line does not mean you will die or be injured." But then I suddenly remembered that I also had a bad mood because I was number four in line. When we went out, In the corridor of the barracks, there was a quarrel about receiving the metal number plate.There was a soldier whose ID card number was fourteen, and another soldier looked at his number and said, "You must be the first to die." The soldier on the fourteenth was very angry when he heard that, and had a big argument with that soldier. shelf.Another quarrel ensued, this time with the soldiers who had taken number forty-four. "Death is death." The soldier was teased by others. This corpse identification card is made of metal, oval in shape, and hung on the back by a thin rope. If someone dies in battle and the body becomes fragmented and cannot be recognized, this corpse identification card will come in handy. The belief in this baseless superstition is in essence a rejection of science and should be ridiculed, but the Japanese cannot help but believe it.Associating "four" with "death" makes me feel disgusted and disturbed.Secretly divination in his heart, if the result of the divination is auspicious, he will not tell others about the good result, but just hide it deeply in his heart, lest the auspiciousness will escape from the body after telling.If the result of divination is bad, he will speak out the result, trying to reduce its efficacy, thinking that as long as it is spoken out, it will not stay in the body, but will escape from the mouth, so it is always chattering he said .But at this time, he didn't say: "I did a fortune-telling, and the result was not good." Instead, he said: "Today, I feel that something is not quite right. Is it possible that I am going to die?" "Speaking out, it is tantamount to telling people: "I am ready to die." Humans have a very strong desire to survive!Even if they can calmly say that they are ready to die, most people don't mean it. When we face death, we feel the preciousness and beauty of life more strongly, yearn for it more strongly, and envy the health that can run around in the mountains and fields.