Chapter 27 Toshiro Diary (25)

Yesterday, he dedicated all the chickens collected by the team members and the wine allocated to them to the team leader. I got angry and said: "Xiao Dao, you are not allowed to take things from the team without authorization. No matter whether it is wine or chicken, it is not your personal property. It should be put into the belly of all the members of the team. Even if you are the team leader, you can't just do whatever you want." , the squad leader does not have this power." Kojima is a person who is completely obedient to his superiors. He occasionally uses his subordinates for his own safety.In order to be promoted to the corps leader, he took four chickens and three liters of wine as tribute. All the team members were filled with righteous indignation, but no one said it to their faces.Every time I reprimanded him, he replied nonchalantly: "Really, if you think I'm holding a loincloth, I can't help it." Now, he must be reporting to the team leader.

Luwangfen station was built alone in a barren place.It is said to be a station, but there are only two or three small buildings.To the east of the station are vast wheat fields, and to the west are continuous bare hills.On the hillside is the majestic and palace-style Tomb of King Lu.It is still unclear what era King Lu was and what achievements he had.Just judging from the construction of this magnificent tomb, he must be a person who has made great achievements. The tank team chased the enemy and came to Luwangfen station.There are many landmines on this road.About three kilometers in front of the station, a tank was unable to move after touching a mine, so the soldiers had to throw away the tank and run to chase the enemy.The battle came to an end, and the tank crew headed by the lieutenant returned to repair the vehicle.They were very afraid of being attacked by the enemy, so they came to our team to camp.The heavy tanks, light tanks and four trucks they drove were parked on the platform.The two soldiers in the tank dozed off at night.

The day after the shooting of sixteen people, I was in charge of sentry.I took a nap, and at about two o'clock in the morning, two cannons suddenly sounded nearby, breaking the silence around me.Recently, our nerves have been numb, and we are not surprised to hear the sound of artillery.I slowly sat up and pricked up my ears, but there was no sound after that.It was time for the changing of the guard. I went to the rest room, and the sentry came back to report: "In the dark, I heard strange sounds, as if two or three people were walking, and there was the sound of rattling gun blades and rattling. The sound of rubbing lunch boxes. I asked: Who is it? What are you doing? There was no answer. I called again: Who is it? Still no answer. The sound seemed to be getting closer. I immediately reported to the tank team, and the tank captain ordered to fire. Two rounds After the shells were fired, the sound stopped, and it seemed that the monster thing ran away. There was no sound after that."

Someone said: "In the direction of the strange sound, a horse confiscated a few days ago was tied to a tree. Could it be..." I patrolled the platform after the sentry and I changed guard. In the dark, I noticed When the sound of "Kashazasha, chuckacha" sounded again, I pricked up my ears and observed carefully through the darkness. I vaguely saw the shadow of a horse in the darkness. When I got closer, the horse Tethered to a tree, it scratched its front with a "squeak, squeak", chewed the bit "squeaky", and shook the saddle "squeaky".It really was a horse.

It's not worth firing a cannon at a tethered horse just because it's too nervous. I walked quietly up and down the platform with a wry smile. The four Chinese people brought back by the soldiers of the tank team will be executed today. At that time, we killed the people who passed by our camp and the coolies who were confiscated to carry luggage.Luwangfen Station became a massacre. We are the gods of death. I was going to kill them all.Three of the four Chinese were young people in their twenties, and one was a middle-aged man over forty. The sky that had rained heavily yesterday suddenly cleared up, and the air was fresh and pure.

We sat on the railroad watching them. The man who was over forty years old knelt on the ground and begged. He said he was forty-eight years old, and added: "I have parents, a wife, and two children. They are all waiting for me to go back. I am not a soldier, I am a soldier." Farmer. Please be merciful." He kept praying, begging with his forehead beating.He said his wife was forty years old.He wrote a request on a scrap of paper and handed it in, but we didn't understand what it meant. Someone tried to shake his palm and said, "It's very soft. It's a pawn."

Farmers and workers have hard calluses on their palms, while soldiers' palms are mostly soft.Although people think that the palms of soldiers in the army should be hard, they are not. We conversed with him in oddly accented Chinese, but to no avail.Young station staff came to help, also to no avail.The language barrier made us very anxious. The request was signed by the names of four persons.The man put his hands on the ground and kowtowed, begging bitterly.I observed carefully and found that one of the young men was playing with a small stone with his right hand, and his eyes were also fixed on the stone.It's not honest at this time, what kind of pebbles are you playing with!I thought he was outrageous, so I reprimanded him loudly, and he hit his head on the ground again.He had a large head, a triangular face, wide eyes that were sharp as knives, and a wrinkled forehead that gave him a sinister look.His clothes were loose, his round knees were exposed, and his black and red face was disgusting.

The palms of the three young men were also soft.Among them was a young man named Ji Ziran. He was very good-looking and intelligent. He looked like a student soldier. He also wore tattered clothes that did not match his appearance.These young people pretended to be confused like idiots. The corporal leader who was in charge of inspection wanted to take two young people away, saying that they were practicing judo.He began to practice, lifting the young man on his back and then falling.There is such a man in the world who pursues useless vanity in front of others. The corporal seemed to get carried away. He said he knew judo and started practicing again.The young man was thrown down three or four times by him, and stood there unsteadily.

I sarcastically said: "Hey, hey, I know your judo club. But this is not a judo field, and it's not the time to practice. I'm going to kill this guy soon, so don't bully him." The Chinese people sat down in a horizontal line again, and the young man on the left didn't know whether he was simple-minded or pretending to be stupid, and he was fruitful there, and he didn't beg like the other three.He twisted his body and changed his posture. The team leader thought he was arrogant and hit him hard with the end of the knife.The forty-eight-year-old man next to him grabbed the pebble that the young man was playing with, muttering something.It must be saying to the young people, beg for mercy honestly.The squad leader thought that the two of them were plotting and tricking, and became more and more annoyed.

The language barrier made us anxious, because we could neither plead nor understand, and many innocent people were killed.We interrogated for an hour and got nothing.They couldn't really prove they were good people, and we decided to kill them anyway. Last night, the squad leader said he would lend me his saber.I originally planned to use the squad leader's saber, but for some reason, the squad leader didn't lend it to me when it came time to kill.I don't know if the squad leader hates his saber being stained with blood, or he is afraid of breaking it. I guess he may think it is unlucky to have blood on his saber. However, knowing the purpose of the saber, he is afraid of being stained with blood. The idea is stupid.The team leader, Second Lieutenant Murashita, has never experienced war and has never killed anyone.

I had to borrow a one-foot-eight-inch long Japanese knife from the station staff.The four will be taken to the place where the sixteen coolies were killed yesterday.When I was borrowing the knife, I heard the cry of "run away". Looking back, I saw a young man running fast, with the team leader and two or three soldiers chasing after him.I pulled out my knife sharply and chased after him. The field is full of mud, because it rained last night, the ground is muddy, and the mud sticks to my legs, so I can't run fast.The young man ran desperately, but he was exhausted. He seemed to feel that the god of death was chasing him, and he was chasing him with great momentum.If caught, there is no doubt of death. The pursuers were furious and approached the young man step by step.Suddenly, as if he had stumbled over something, perhaps because his crazy feet didn't work, he fell all of a sudden, but he got up immediately and tried to run again.But it was too late, the pursuers caught him, and other soldiers frantically picked him with bayonets.The young man was forcibly pulled up, and when he walked over, his head and face were bleeding, and his body was covered in blood. I went around behind him to kill him.At this time, the team leader said, to kill him after taking him to the mountain, "Go!" I roared angrily and followed behind the young man.The chasing people gasped and said angrily: "You beast, how dare you run!" I followed the young man and saw the blood on his neck, and I had the impulse to kill him just walking like this.I shouted loudly: "Kill!" But the team leader stopped him and said: "Go further." Soon, we came near the corpses that were killed yesterday, and I pulled out the knife from the sheath.The comrade undid the sash around the young man's neck and took off his jacket. I thought it would be easy to cut while standing like this, but my comrades said, "Try kneeling", and made the young man kneel down. "Hey!" I chopped down hard.It was the first time in my life that I chopped off a human head with a knife.At that moment, I closed my eyes.While chopping, I slanted the knife, and naturally my body was also slanted, not looking at the young man's death. Standing behind me, the Private First Class in Zhong Zhidao shouted: "Ah, it's too good!" Looking back, the young man was obedient and dying. About half of his head above the ear had been cut off, and blood suddenly flowed under the knife edge. It spouted five or six inches high like a thin fountain, and the blood-red knife edge was like a pomegranate split in two, and the slit was about two inches long.The moment the young man was chopped off, he didn't even hum.I didn't think about anything at the moment of chopping, but when I saw the pomegranate-like incision, I suddenly felt sick.The moment I cut it, I felt that I could definitely hit it.My negligence is that I didn't turn right at the moment of chopping, maybe I started a little lightly.The skull was split in half, but the knife did not damage it at all.That's because the knife was pulled in front of my eyes when I cut it.If it is too deep to cut, like cutting a tree, it will damage the knife. At that time, I thought that if I cut it smoothly, I could solve it with one knife.I was going to aim for the neck, but I didn't cut it right.When chopping people, aim at places that are easy to chop. Moreover, the moment the knife is lowered, it must be turned to the right vigorously. If you do not use force, the blade will have no strength.I'm confident in my wrist, I'm strong.I don't think about anything when I chop, but I'm a little weaker when I spin right.Judging from the edge of the cut, it can be seen that I used considerable strength.When chopping, I held the knife vigorously at first, but when I retracted the knife, I relaxed a little. Shimada, who was standing nearby, said he was taken aback by my drive.I think that when cutting people, the knife will not cut if it is stretched forward.If you want to say which one requires more strength, the knife is stretched forward or the knife is pulled back, I think it still needs a lot of strength to pull it back.Bright red blood flowed out, leaving only a thin bloodstain on the blade. I thought it would be dripping with blood, but because I pulled it hard at the moment of chopping, there was no blood on it.When cutting someone, you must be decisive, it must be an instant.With a cry of "Hey", immediately cut down. Then, Private Noguchi cut another person.Also just for a moment. The chopped young man struggled in pain, and two or three soldiers had to stab him to death together. That forty-eight-year-old man is still crying and begging for mercy in an unsightly manner, and it is difficult to deal with.He pestered desperately that it was best to let him go and kill him from behind. We said to him, "Run away!" But he didn't run away, and kept crying and begging. The squad leader ordered: "Execute on the spot!" The total of the sixteen people killed yesterday was exactly twenty.These twenty corpses were lying on the hillside halfway up and down. We came down from the mountain, bathed in pots of water that had been boiled, and then ate and drank.Recently, we have been drinking and singing almost every night.For us, the evening banquet is the happiest, and singing cassock songs is the happiest, and it is the same tonight. We got so drunk and lay down on the ground. March twenty-fifth. Taro seemed to have forgotten his brother's death, and became happy again in a childlike manner, singing the cassock song.Taro and the others were lying under the bed like dogs, and I hummed happily to teach them to sing cassock songs. We got very drunk and slept soundly until about four o'clock in the morning.Suddenly, the team leader came, and he ordered: "The signal flare flashed across the mountain, go to scout!" I got up and saw that the tank team members were getting ready, the sky was full of stars, and the moon was hazy.Two sentries stood by the road. "Sentry, where did the flare come from?" "Over the mountain." "Is it early?" "But, Dong, it doesn't seem to be a flare, it's a silver-white, red flame that swept across the mountainside, turned into thin flames and disappeared. He (referring to the tank soldier's sentry) said it was a flare, but I don't think so, but... "Lieutenant Lihua stared at the distant mountain and said, "Of course it's not an ordinary flame, it's a strange flame." "Then it's a shooting star." "No, no, it's not a shooting star." I said to Tachibana: "No matter what, go to investigate and come back in less than an hour. Be careful." So the four of us crossed the railway together, got through the gap in the barbed wire, walked towards Luwang Tomb, walked through the rice fields, and boarded the mountain trail. The trail is clearly visible in the moonlight.We walked silently, the bayonet tip was glowing and white, only the sound of heavy boots, "chacha, chacha" echoed in the silent mountain.After walking for a while, we saw a corpse lying across the rice field on the left. It was the guy who killed yesterday afternoon.After walking fifteen or sixteen meters forward, I saw three corpses on the right. The guy I killed was also lying on the ground tightly.They are all fresh corpses that were just killed yesterday. I don't want to see the person I killed with my own hands, so I try not to. The stupid body of the forty-eight-year-old man who had behaved badly before his death was turned upside down, and the moonlight shone horribly on his ugly face.At three o'clock yesterday afternoon, twelve hours ago now, the big man who had been alive and doggedly begging for his life was now drenched in the icy night dew, and the moonlight played on his corpse. We came to a rough and extremely difficult road, the road gradually became a steep slope, and we came to the top of the slope.Wild dogs howled in the distant darkness.There are many wild dogs in North China. When we came to the hillside, we saw that the corpses killed yesterday were still lying there.We walked past the body and climbed up the second hill, which continued to rise and fall.The lower side we passed was completely lost in darkness.The dark night stretches infinitely under our feet.Countless stars twinkled in the night sky, and the crescent moon radiated a dim light like a queen. We climbed more than half of the mountain, and we didn't even see the shadow of the enemy, and there seemed to be nothing unusual.The cold surface is lost in darkness, and the silence of the earth surrounds us, only the stars and the moon twinkle.Sometimes there was the howling of wild dogs in the distant darkness. "There seems to be nothing unusual." "No." "It's still a shooting star." "However, Tachibana said that it was indeed not a shooting star. He said that it was like a silver-white and red flame that flashed past, narrowed and then disappeared." "Is it a will-o'-the-wisp?" "Wild-o'-the-wisps? Are there any will-o'-the-wisps?" "Phosphorus is burning, maybe the wild dog is running away with the corpse in its mouth, and the phosphorus in the corpse is burning." "Is it a ghost? Is it the ghost of the Chinaman who killed yesterday?" "Namo Amitabha." "What? What? Don't say such outlandish words," "Namo Amitabha." "Stop talking. Think again." "Well, when we go back, we'll count the dead bodies. Twenty dead bodies will be right." "Just do it." We went down the mountain the way we had come, talking loudly without warning. "Yesterday's storm was unbelievable. It has been sunny for several months, and it's spring again, and there is hail." "It is God who has mercy on these twenty Chinamen, and sent down hail to mourn." "Shut up." "But it kind of felt that way, because the storm was so sudden and crazy." "These twenty should hate us." "Of course, no one will thank you for killing him, especially if you want to resent Dong. Dong is the only one who kills here." "What are you talking about, the guy I killed cut off his brain with one knife, and he won't think about anything anymore." Suddenly, the pomegranate-like bleeding knife edge and the scene of blood spurting out flashed in front of my eyes, and I felt sick for a while. "Which one of the twenty people you killed was the worst?" "It was the forty-eight-year-old man. Because he said he had parents, wife, and children, and begged stubbornly for his life." "I hate it, don't talk about it." I don't know who said the last sentence, everyone was silent for a while, but no one felt scared.That's how it is in wartime.Soon we came to the site of the sixteen bodies killed the day before yesterday.One, two, three, ... sixteen, really sixteen.Some of these corpses were tilted, some were down, and some were up, all over the ground.The decapitated torso raged toward the sky.Stabbed corpses lay there like casually discarded clothes. That man who yelled at the first class in the wasteland and grinned foolishly would have been blown down violently by this storm even in hell. No matter which corpse seemed to be sucked tightly by the earth, it was silent and motionless.At this time, the dim moonlight hovered over these corpses. "Nothing unusual, it's sixteen." "sixteen." We went down in silence again, and there were four dead bodies on the hillside below.The young man I killed lay there with his head down.The incision on the back of the head was black and red in the night, dry and cracked.I suddenly closed my eyes and didn't want to look any more. "Go back." I said, taking steps.The pomegranate-like knife edge appeared in front of his eyes. "Sing the cassock song." As soon as I finished speaking, everyone started to sing: "The stranger who cannot be envied..." Everyone sang in unison.On the silent mountain in the dark night, cassock music resounded.This is the salvation of the dead.After singing a cassock song, suddenly the pomegranate-like knife edge loomed in my mind.Then I sang the cassock song again. The pomegranate-like knife edge is looming, which is really annoying.But I don't feel any terror or uneasiness, it's a completely calm state of mind. Soon, we came to flat ground.At the gap in the barbed wire fence beside the railway, a sentry stood alone. "Nothing unusual." "Really, it's still a will-o'-the-wisp." "If you kill twenty people, there will be will-o'-the-wisps." "Hey Sentry, you see a will-o'-the-wisp and think it's a flare." "Defense is always nerve-wracking." We reported to the team leader that there was no abnormal phenomenon, and the team leader said to himself: "Then, it's still a will-o'-the-wisp." "Do the will-o'-the-wisps exist?" "Have it?" "I don't know if there are any. But, it's still a will-o'-the-wisp." We regarded the strange fire as a will-o'-the-wisp, and went to bed again. Its daybreak.Today I want to bid farewell to the memorable Luwang Tomb.Other troops will come here to guard. We sent grenades to the station staff and reminded them to use grenades for defense if they encounter enemy attacks, and then drilled into the basement. Ono United decided to go north from Xinxiang to come here.We formed a team at ten o'clock in the morning, and then sat in the square and waited.The vanguard arrived around one o'clock in the afternoon, and a long queue passed us.The sun was shining hotly, and the warm air made people sleepy lazily.We carried our backpacks and fell asleep on our backs. Our squad was ordered to the end of the queue to assist the vehicles.Vehicles, field artillery, troops, and horses came on and on. We lay listlessly, smoking while watching the troops pass by. At this time, an ammunition cart pulled by six horses came. Instead of ammunition, it was a pile of blankets. On the blanket lay a leisurely Artillery, humming in his nose. The car arrived at the crossroad leading to the mountain and was about to pass when suddenly there was a loud bang, the car flew into the air, the horse broke free from the reins and galloped, and the soldier lying on the car was thrown into the ditch. We waited in the sun for three hours from ten o'clock, and we were so hot that we were so weak that we opened our eyes suddenly at the loud noise.I thought it was a natural explosion of the shell.The vehicle was broken into pieces and scattered in all directions. The shrapnel fell three or four meters away from us, and the team members ran away in fright.Second Lieutenant Murashita's face was livid, and he yelled loudly: "Hey, is anyone injured?" The humming artilleryman was terrified and lay motionless in the ditch as if dead.Fortunately, he was lying on a blanket and was not injured. A large hole appeared in the ground.It's mine. Someone shouted, "Hey, there are still miles. Please pay attention!" Going forward seems scary.Dozens of large trucks pass through this road every day, and there are still many people passing by, but it has not been bombed.That's because the enemy buried the mines too deeply.A heavy rain the night before made the soil soft, and as many troops passed through here, the soil gradually hardened and eventually led to an explosion. It took a full hour for the troops to pass in front of us.At three o'clock in the afternoon, we finally set off.We bid farewell to the castle-like tomb of King Lu and his concubine surrounded by high brick walls in the rear. The sun was shining so scorchingly that it made my body sweat. The nasty march started again.If a large army of so many people were to camp, it would take ten villages.This time, we decided to march for an hour before camping. When we came to the city gate, the squad leader checked the number of people and found that the soldier Kinoshita was missing.The man was always weak and a fool.There is a moat directly in front of the city gate, and there is a stone bridge on the river.We rested on the stone bridge and waited for Private First Class Kinoshita. Five minutes passed, ten minutes passed, but Kinoshita-kun hadn't arrived yet.As in the past, in order to wait for Kinoshita-kun, all the staff must suffer, and everyone scolded him angrily.He had caused a lot of trouble to everyone during the battle in Beizhi before. As time passed, we wanted to go back to the dormitory to rest early, and even cursed and cursed. Twenty minutes later, Kinoshita-kun, a big man with a William II beard, arrived leisurely in a rickshaw like a general.His behavior chilled everyone.Everyone caught his extremely bad attitude and rude behavior and reprimanded him loudly.Kinoshita-kun hurriedly wanted to get out of the car, but the coolie didn't know where the car was going to stop, so he pulled the car and walked towards the team.Kinoshita-kun shouted "Ni you" while jumping violently in the car.The violently shaking car stopped. The team leader looked at him without saying a word, and suddenly hit him hard, cursing: "Bastard!" That night, Kinoshita said that he had a stomachache, and expressed that he would not participate in future crusades.He had never been in a fight, and now he wanted to avoid it again.