Chapter 28 Toshiro Diary (26)

The next day we left him behind and set off. During the day and night of the northern branch crusade, we feel the nature, the land, and the time and infinity. The actions of the troops must obey the radio orders of the headquarters, so even the captain himself does not know the goal of tomorrow's advance . The time for receiving orders is also uncertain. The time for receiving radios is always eleven o'clock in the evening or four o'clock in the morning, so the daily departure time cannot be known until this time.The approximate departure time is 5 or 6 am, and the camping time is 7 or 8 pm.

On the afternoon of the eighth day after departure, we came to the vicinity of Daokou Town again.The scorching sun made people very uncomfortable, and our bodies covered in sweat and dust were exhausted and we were struggling to walk. We moved left and right on this vast land to find the enemy.But there was no sign of an enemy.We were at the end of the long line, guarding the adaptable vehicle force.The sun is scorching hot, and we are extremely tired. The vehicles confiscated by the transport team moved forward slowly, and we stopped and stopped, waiting for the arrival of the vehicles.Finally, everyone couldn't bear it anymore, and they all piled their luggage on the car and dangled like shopping.

The team leader sat in the car, we lightened our burdens, and walked like elementary school students on a spring outing, singing, smoking, and eating snacks. It was really a leisurely march. Suddenly, there was the sound of shooting from the rear, "Ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping... ..."bullets" instigated" to fly over. It turned out that the three vehicles from the headquarters of the regiment fell behind, and the remnants of the enemy wanted to grab the food they were carrying. They seemed to be stepping on the tail of a long snake, and attacked the rickshaws that were far behind.

We quickly turned around and fell on the ground to fight.Enemy troops rushed towards the vehicle fiercely.After a few minutes, we took out the light machine guns, rifles and grenades, and the enemy ran away in a hurry.I jumped into the car and slammed the horse's ass, and the car moved. The coolie driving the cart lay motionless in the ditch.The order came, and soon the field artillery fired fierce artillery fire at the village behind, and the enemy was terrified.The troops arrived one mile away from Daokou Town and decided to deal with the enemies in Daokou Town.Our team came to the junction of Daokou Town and Hua County, when the land was completely surrounded by darkness.I borrowed the military horse of the logistics soldier and rushed to contact the squadron, and the squad merged into the squadron.

This village is a small village without walls, with only twenty or thirty houses. The No. 3 Squadron was ordered to guard the village. We dug trenches in the wheat fields, spread the only sorghum husks, and slept in the trenches. The days are hot and the nights are cold.We ate compressed biscuits and waited for the dawn. Now it seemed to me that an hour seemed like hours, and this night seemed like countless long days.Gradually, the sun appeared on the horizon, and we seemed to wake up and breathe a sigh of relief.There is nothing more pleasing and thankful than the sun at this time.However, in the daytime, we have to suffer again.The venomous sun was making people upset.

We were heartily grateful to the morning sun at the camp, and after drinking cold water from our buckets, we set out to attack the town of Daokou.When we passed through Daokou Town, it was still a peaceful village, but now it is occupied by enemy troops. The shelling began, and dense shells were fired into the city.The enemy fled without firing a shot. The third squadron was responsible for attacking Ximen, but the enemy never fired a single bullet.The fight, like a child's game of war, was over quickly.Squadron leader Moriyama ran at the forefront, but the solid city gate was closed tightly and could not be opened, so a ladder was erected at the collapsed city wall.The squadron leader climbed up the ladder, but the ladder collapsed, and the squadron leader fell to the ground after a big somersault.This was done two or three times without success, and the upper class of Chaishan climbed up again.Many times the ladder collapsed, all failed.Takiguchi and I stood there dumbfounded, looking at them.

Takiguchi laughed and said, "Brave soldiers are attacking Ximen hard! The journalists will write this when they see this scene. It's so pitiful that I can't bear to watch it." I replied: "I can't even laugh if I want to, it's so pitiful!" I said to myself sympathetically: "There is no enemy who is still so timid and flustered." Soon the upper class soldiers of Chaishan entered the city, and the squadron leader Morishan followed him. As soon as he entered, he shouted excitedly: "Three enemies died inside the city gate, and there is still a heavy machine gun. The west gate has been occupied by a squadron from the 1st Squadron and a squadron from the 4th Squadron."

The inner side of the city gate was propped against by a large stone, and the door could not be opened. Three enemy corpses who had been hit by shells lay on the city wall.The guns used by the enemy seem to be from the last century.They wore tattered military uniforms and had nothing to rely on.To deal with these guys, one of our Japanese soldiers is enough.It's really not worth it when we think about all the hardships we have suffered. There is a small piece of paper on the body of the enemy soldier, which reads "Five National Salvation Anti-Japanese Soldiers, Japanese Invaders", this is an outstanding national salvation soldier.

A thorough sweep was carried out in the city. Roofs here and there had been battered by shells, and few inhabitants could be seen.We broke into a big house, and there was a very rich-looking old man in his fifties. His children seem to go to schools in the city, and there are letters in English at home.His furniture is also very particular, as well as foreign-style beds.We opened all the drawers looking for valuables, but found nothing.I look at the collection first.While I was looking for a book, the old man quietly put his hand into his bosom. I realized something, stepped forward and squeezed the old man's hand, and looked into his bosom.I wondered uneasily if he would pull out a pistol.Unexpectedly, what he took out from his arms were banknotes, which were issued by Agricultural and Industrial Bank, Bank of Hebei, Central Bank, Bank of China, etc.It can be seen that banks in China also issued banknotes in various places like the Tokugawa era in my country that issued their own currencies.

The old man watched anxiously to see if we would snatch those hundred dollar bills. I beat him and cursed: "Bastard! Japanese soldiers are not bandits." I threw the banknotes at his face together. The old man smiled for a moment, said "thank you" and picked up the scattered banknotes. We caught a total of ten chickens and ducks, confiscated the silk quilts, and returned to the dormitory.The team leader transported the straw mats and the full set of bedding on the foreign-style bed back to the dormitory.We slept in muddy military uniforms and silk quilts tonight. A herd of goats who lost their owners screamed mournfully on the road.It was a long time before night, and we began to wash clothes, arrange guns, and prepare dinner.In the evening, we ate chicken and duck, drank Chinese wine, and sang cassock songs as usual.

The next morning, Private Noguchi received a cart and four horses.He is very good at collecting things, and the team members piled their backpacks on the car and set off. In the afternoon, I came to the vicinity of Suanzao (Sanzao, the name of the ancient county, where the government is located in the southwest of Yanjin, Henan today.).There was a lonely hill with a palace built on the top of it, the squadron leader explained: "That mountain is the famous Dabai Mountain. It is said that in the past the emperor rode a unicorn up there. " After passing Dabai Mountain, we saw a big spring with clear spring water flowing.This area was once the site of the old Yellow River rich in water.We bypassed the spring and camped in the small village that looked like a ruin.There was a young man in his mid-twenties in that village.Corporal Nishimoto grabbed him and said, "You must be the remaining enemy." So he wrapped the young man in a quilt, poured gasoline on it, and lit the fire.The fire blazed up, and the young man became a burning man in an instant, and there was a hellish howl from inside the quilt. Nishimoto smiled and said, "Is it hot? I'll know if you don't cry. I feel hot even standing next to it. Don't worry, it won't be hot in a while." Nishimoto did similar things in Nanjing. He was always a cruel person, and such people are in our team.He is as cruel and ruthless as an uneducated and ignorant man. The quilt burned the clothes, and the young man jumped up with all his strength, and he died. We walked from village to village and through forests.Wherever we went, cattle and horses were taken, and women suffered.Each of our squadrons had ten or fifteen wagons, each with four to six horses or donkeys.The coolies waved their long whips, and the queue of the boarding convoy alone was as long as a mile. April 6th. Dusk is coming on the vast land.The huge red sunset outlines the mesmerizing beauty of nature, and we fall into dreamland.The setting sun is hidden in the distant woods, emitting golden light.The rushing clouds flow in the light, which is extremely spectacular. This loving light from the mother and father of nature shines on everything on the earth, both friend and foe.The setting sun gradually entered the night, and the distant woods disappeared into darkness.Soon, a jewel-like brilliance floated alone in the sky above the wheat field, and the cart pulled by five horses rolled up dust all over the sky, and the long whip like a fishing rod kept waving by the horse's ears, and the sound of "beep beep" was heard. Echoing in the air, the horse galloped toward the woods. The coolie, choking on the dust beside the cart, waved his whip.The long procession plunged like a torrent into the dust, and then rushed toward the dark woods.This torrent is not a timid and passive torrent, it is a resolute torrent that rushes boldly towards the enemy's position. The sky in the distance is shining with jewel-like brilliance, and on the endless plain, the willow forest is immersed in darkness, leaving only a faint ray of sunlight. Nothing could be heard except the barking of dogs in the distance.On this vast and boundless land, across the endless wheat waves, the marching song sounded in the long queue, which was played by the artillery with the harmonica. What a touching and unforgettable scene. April 7th. In the square adjacent to our dormitory, a Chinese horse tied to a cart attacked the poor donkey.The poor donkey's ears and head were huge, his legs were as thin as an old man's walking stick, and his buttocks were wobbling.The donkey is such a pitiful animal, its body is too small, she never burst into tears, only lamented with the cry of a poor girl when she loses love, the cry of grief, and the sound of cursing with resentment.I want to see donkeys as maidens. She is charming and charming, as if lamenting all the misfortunes, all the hatred, all the cursing, all the dissatisfaction in this world.She lamented that the farmer's livestock as the highest property on this land was plundered, the farmland regarded as their parents was abandoned, the whole clan was slaughtered, their beloved wife and daughter were insulted, their houses were burned, and they had no shelter tonight and no food for tomorrow. Crying out the grief of the peasants who suffered from the war. Full of sad animals - donkeys. The two-foot-long penis of the Chinese horse was dangling, pressing on the donkey.After a failed mating, a horse slides off a donkey.This was done two or three times without success. For the fourth time, Private Noguchi assisted in inserting the penis forcefully.The horse swayed excitedly and penetrated deeper, and it took about a minute to finish.A lot of liquid flowed down from between the donkey's crotch.The horse's penis is really big.Huge crowds of soldiers watched happily.I am also one of them. Ma's life seems to be without much happiness and entertainment.Nothing but pain.Yes, nothing but pain. They get what little straw they have from man, and it is used cruelly by man.They don't get any freedom, only instinct is their own freedom.They have no language, no matter how painful they are, they can't tell, no matter what desires they have, they can't talk about it.When they show pain, it is when they are dying. They just blindly obey people's orders and keep running.Only when you have exhausted all your energy can you tell the pain, and at this time you are dying.This is the only way they can express their pain to people.The only way of this sorrow is that they lie there, never to move, and they can only talk out of hungry empty stomachs.If they have the freedom to speak, they also have the freedom to be cruelly abused. Their exuberant libido is like burning with sulfuric acid.In their lives, there is no nourishment or beauty, only the pain of being abused.They were born to be cruelly used, and even their instincts were deprived, but their lives continued. Creatures all work to beg for food, but they are only cruelly used by man and cannot beg for food.As it is with horses, so it is with our lives. Turgenev said: "Life is not a game, it is not a pastime, and of course it is not a pleasure. ... Life is pain." We have to go through this painful life.We do not want our nation to perish.We are at great sacrifice to seek our nation's prosperity, and we are fighting other nations for it. How is the world of horses different from the world of us humans who use horses? The sunny weather continued.The wheat grows to five or six inches and is green everywhere. Each squadron has ten carts, and five or six horses pull the carts forward together.Every time we pass through a village, we have to collect a lot of cattle, horses, and chickens. I think it's very late today, and I may not be able to eat anything.I plan to pluck the feathers of the two chickens that were confiscated.I sit in the car as a vehicle watcher.I wanted to tell the Chinese man following the car to pluck the feathers of those two chickens, but because I couldn’t understand the language, I had to point to the chickens and say "this, this", and plucked two or three feathers and handed them to him. The chicken was placed in the hand and plucked alive. The coolie plucked the feathers loudly and made a noise. I wanted to kill the chicken before plucking it, but I couldn't understand the language, so I had to take the chicken again, picked up the neck of the chicken as if killing a chicken, and said to him: "Dead dead." The coolie took the chicken from my hand, forcibly twisted the chicken's neck, then pinched the bleeding chicken head and pulled out the feathers.He was doing what he took for granted as if nothing had happened.I felt so cruel, looking at his face.But he calmly plucked the feathers of a living chicken.What a cruel day, the warrant officer and I went to the village near the Yellow River where the Ninth Regiment was stationed.Next to this village flows a tributary of the Yellow River, and green willow branches hang down by the river. Everyone was discussing that eight soldiers of a certain squadron of the Ninth Regiment had been attacked.It is said that when the eight soldiers went to the nearby villages to sweep, they found more than ten spears of the red gun bandits there.They twined these spears together and let the twenty Chinese sent from the army hold them and follow behind.The beautiful scenery made them completely paralyzed, and they relaxed their vigilance. They were humming and walking. Suddenly, they heard a shout of "Wow", and one of them fell down.It turned out that the escorted Chinese people were bandits, and they took advantage of the opportunity to quietly distribute spears and attack from behind. The soldiers were overwhelmed with astonishment and were all annihilated.The eight soldiers were ignominiously stabbed to death and their guns taken from them.After hearing this, we felt that the result was caused by the soldiers of the Ninth Regiment, so we laughed and said, "It must have hurt because I was stabbed by a rusty spear!" 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. The next day we left him behind and set off. During the day and night of the northern branch crusade, we feel the nature, the land, and the time and infinity. The actions of the troops must obey the radio orders of the headquarters, so even the captain himself does not know the goal of tomorrow's advance . The time for receiving orders is also uncertain. The time for receiving radios is always eleven o'clock in the evening or four o'clock in the morning, so the daily departure time cannot be known until this time.The approximate departure time is 5 or 6 am, and the camping time is 7 or 8 pm. On the afternoon of the eighth day after departure, we came to the vicinity of Daokou Town again.The scorching sun made people very uncomfortable, and our bodies covered in sweat and dust were exhausted and we were struggling to walk. We moved left and right on this vast land to find the enemy.But there was no sign of an enemy.We were at the end of the long line, guarding the adaptable vehicle force.The sun is scorching hot, and we are extremely tired. The vehicles confiscated by the transport team moved forward slowly, and we stopped and stopped, waiting for the arrival of the vehicles.Finally, everyone couldn't bear it anymore, and they all piled their luggage on the car and dangled like shopping. The team leader sat in the car, we lightened our burdens, and walked like elementary school students on a spring outing, singing, smoking, and eating snacks. It was really a leisurely march. Suddenly, there was the sound of shooting from the rear, "Ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping... ..."bullets" instigated" to fly over. It turned out that the three vehicles from the headquarters of the regiment fell behind, and the remnants of the enemy wanted to grab the food they were carrying. They seemed to be stepping on the tail of a long snake, and attacked the rickshaws that were far behind. We quickly turned around and fell on the ground to fight.Enemy troops rushed towards the vehicle fiercely.After a few minutes, we took out the light machine guns, rifles and grenades, and the enemy ran away in a hurry.I jumped into the car and slammed the horse's ass, and the car moved. The coolie driving the cart lay motionless in the ditch.The order came, and soon the field artillery fired fierce artillery fire at the village behind, and the enemy was terrified.The troops arrived one mile away from Daokou Town and decided to deal with the enemies in Daokou Town.Our team came to the junction of Daokou Town and Hua County, when the land was completely surrounded by darkness.I borrowed the military horse of the logistics soldier and rushed to contact the squadron, and the squad merged into the squadron. This village is a small village without walls, with only twenty or thirty houses. The No. 3 Squadron was ordered to guard the village. We dug trenches in the wheat fields, spread the only sorghum husks, and slept in the trenches. The days are hot and the nights are cold.We ate compressed biscuits and waited for the dawn. Now it seemed to me that an hour seemed like hours, and this night seemed like countless long days.Gradually, the sun appeared on the horizon, and we seemed to wake up and breathe a sigh of relief.There is nothing more pleasing and thankful than the sun at this time.However, in the daytime, we have to suffer again.The venomous sun was making people upset. We were heartily grateful to the morning sun at the camp, and after drinking cold water from our buckets, we set out to attack the town of Daokou.When we passed through Daokou Town, it was still a peaceful village, but now it is occupied by enemy troops. The shelling began, and dense shells were fired into the city.The enemy fled without firing a shot. The third squadron was responsible for attacking Ximen, but the enemy never fired a single bullet.The fight, like a child's game of war, was over quickly.Squadron leader Moriyama ran at the forefront, but the solid city gate was closed tightly and could not be opened, so a ladder was erected at the collapsed city wall.The squadron leader climbed up the ladder, but the ladder collapsed, and the squadron leader fell to the ground after a big somersault.This was done two or three times without success, and the upper class of Chaishan climbed up again.Many times the ladder collapsed, all failed.Takiguchi and I stood there dumbfounded, looking at them. Takiguchi laughed and said, "Brave soldiers are attacking Ximen hard! The journalists will write this when they see this scene. It's so pitiful that I can't bear to watch it." I replied: "I can't even laugh if I want to, it's so pitiful!" I said to myself sympathetically: "There is no enemy who is still so timid and flustered." Soon the upper class soldiers of Chaishan entered the city, and the squadron leader Morishan followed him. As soon as he entered, he shouted excitedly: "Three enemies died inside the city gate, and there is still a heavy machine gun. The west gate has been occupied by a squadron from the 1st Squadron and a squadron from the 4th Squadron." The inner side of the city gate was propped against by a large stone, and the door could not be opened. Three enemy corpses who had been hit by shells lay on the city wall.The guns used by the enemy seem to be from the last century.They wore tattered military uniforms and had nothing to rely on.To deal with these guys, one of our Japanese soldiers is enough.It's really not worth it when we think about all the hardships we have suffered. There is a small piece of paper on the body of the enemy soldier, which reads "Five National Salvation Anti-Japanese Soldiers, Japanese Invaders", this is an outstanding national salvation soldier. A thorough sweep was carried out in the city. Roofs here and there had been battered by shells, and few inhabitants could be seen.We broke into a big house, and there was a very rich-looking old man in his fifties. His children seem to go to schools in the city, and there are letters in English at home.His furniture is also very particular, as well as foreign-style beds.We opened all the drawers looking for valuables, but found nothing.I look at the collection first.While I was looking for a book, the old man quietly put his hand into his bosom. I realized something, stepped forward and squeezed the old man's hand, and looked into his bosom.I wondered uneasily if he would pull out a pistol.Unexpectedly, what he took out from his arms were banknotes, which were issued by Agricultural and Industrial Bank, Bank of Hebei, Central Bank, Bank of China, etc.It can be seen that banks in China also issued banknotes in various places like the Tokugawa era in my country that issued their own currencies. The old man watched anxiously to see if we would snatch those hundred dollar bills. I beat him and cursed: "Bastard! Japanese soldiers are not bandits." I threw the banknotes at his face together. The old man smiled for a moment, said "thank you" and picked up the scattered banknotes. We caught a total of ten chickens and ducks, confiscated the silk quilts, and returned to the dormitory.The team leader transported the straw mats and the full set of bedding on the foreign-style bed back to the dormitory.We slept in muddy military uniforms and silk quilts tonight. A herd of goats who lost their owners screamed mournfully on the road.It was a long time before night, and we began to wash clothes, arrange guns, and prepare dinner.In the evening, we ate chicken and duck, drank Chinese wine, and sang cassock songs as usual. The next morning, Private Noguchi received a cart and four horses.He is very good at collecting things, and the team members piled their backpacks on the car and set off. In the afternoon, I came to the vicinity of Suanzao (Sanzao, the name of the ancient county, where the government is located in the southwest of Yanjin, Henan today.).There was a lonely hill with a palace built on the top of it, the squadron leader explained: "That mountain is the famous Dabai Mountain. It is said that in the past the emperor rode a unicorn up there. " After passing Dabai Mountain, we saw a big spring with clear spring water flowing.This area was once the site of the old Yellow River rich in water.We bypassed the spring and camped in the small village that looked like a ruin.There was a young man in his mid-twenties in that village.Corporal Nishimoto grabbed him and said, "You must be the remaining enemy." So he wrapped the young man in a quilt, poured gasoline on it, and lit the fire.The fire blazed up, and the young man became a burning man in an instant, and there was a hellish howl from inside the quilt. Nishimoto smiled and said, "Is it hot? I'll know if you don't cry. I feel hot even standing next to it. Don't worry, it won't be hot in a while." Nishimoto did similar things in Nanjing. He was always a cruel person, and such people are in our team.He is as cruel and ruthless as an uneducated and ignorant man. The quilt burned the clothes, and the young man jumped up with all his strength, and he died. We walked from village to village and through forests.Wherever we went, cattle and horses were taken, and women suffered.Each of our squadrons had ten or fifteen wagons, each with four to six horses or donkeys.The coolies waved their long whips, and the queue of the boarding convoy alone was as long as a mile. April 6th. Dusk is coming on the vast land.The huge red sunset outlines the mesmerizing beauty of nature, and we fall into dreamland.The setting sun is hidden in the distant woods, emitting golden light.The rushing clouds flow in the light, which is extremely spectacular. This loving light from the mother and father of nature shines on everything on the earth, both friend and foe.The setting sun gradually entered the night, and the distant woods disappeared into darkness.Soon, a jewel-like brilliance floated alone in the sky above the wheat field, and the cart pulled by five horses rolled up dust all over the sky, and the long whip like a fishing rod kept waving by the horse's ears, and the sound of "beep beep" was heard. Echoing in the air, the horse galloped toward the woods. The coolie, choking on the dust beside the cart, waved his whip.The long procession plunged like a torrent into the dust, and then rushed toward the dark woods.This torrent is not a timid and passive torrent, it is a resolute torrent that rushes boldly towards the enemy's position. The sky in the distance is shining with jewel-like brilliance, and on the endless plain, the willow forest is immersed in darkness, leaving only a faint ray of sunlight. Nothing could be heard except the barking of dogs in the distance.On this vast and boundless land, across the endless wheat waves, the marching song sounded in the long queue, which was played by the artillery with the harmonica. What a touching and unforgettable scene. April 7th. In the square adjacent to our dormitory, a Chinese horse tied to a cart attacked the poor donkey.The poor donkey's ears and head were huge, his legs were as thin as an old man's walking stick, and his buttocks were wobbling.The donkey is such a pitiful animal, its body is too small, she never burst into tears, only lamented with the cry of a poor girl when she loses love, the cry of grief, and the sound of cursing with resentment.I want to see donkeys as maidens. She is charming and charming, as if lamenting all the misfortunes, all the hatred, all the cursing, all the dissatisfaction in this world.She lamented that the farmer's livestock as the highest property on this land was plundered, the farmland regarded as their parents was abandoned, the whole clan was slaughtered, their beloved wife and daughter were insulted, their houses were burned, and they had no shelter tonight and no food for tomorrow. Crying out the grief of the peasants who suffered from the war. Full of sad animals - donkeys. The two-foot-long penis of the Chinese horse was dangling, pressing on the donkey.After a failed mating, a horse slides off a donkey.This was done two or three times without success. For the fourth time, Private Noguchi assisted in inserting the penis forcefully.The horse swayed excitedly and penetrated deeper, and it took about a minute to finish.A lot of liquid flowed down from between the donkey's crotch.The horse's penis is really big.Huge crowds of soldiers watched happily.I am also one of them. Ma's life seems to be without much happiness and entertainment.Nothing but pain.Yes, nothing but pain. They get what little straw they have from man, and it is used cruelly by man.They don't get any freedom, only instinct is their own freedom.They have no language, no matter how painful they are, they can't tell, no matter what desires they have, they can't talk about it.When they show pain, it is when they are dying. They just blindly obey people's orders and keep running.Only when you have exhausted all your energy can you tell the pain, and at this time you are dying.This is the only way they can express their pain to people.The only way of this sorrow is that they lie there, never to move, and they can only talk out of hungry empty stomachs.If they have the freedom to speak, they also have the freedom to be cruelly abused. Their exuberant libido is like burning with sulfuric acid.In their lives, there is no nourishment or beauty, only the pain of being abused.They were born to be cruelly used, and even their instincts were deprived, but their lives continued. Creatures all work to beg for food, but they are only cruelly used by man and cannot beg for food.As it is with horses, so it is with our lives. Turgenev said: "Life is not a game, it is not a pastime, and of course it is not a pleasure. ... Life is pain." We have to go through this painful life.We do not want our nation to perish.We are at great sacrifice to seek our nation's prosperity, and we are fighting other nations for it. How is the world of horses different from the world of us humans who use horses? The sunny weather continued.The wheat grows to five or six inches and is green everywhere. Each squadron has ten carts, and five or six horses pull the carts forward together.Every time we pass through a village, we have to collect a lot of cattle, horses, and chickens. I think it's very late today, and I may not be able to eat anything.I plan to pluck the feathers of the two chickens that were confiscated.I sit in the car as a vehicle watcher.I wanted to tell the Chinese man following the car to pluck the feathers of those two chickens, but because I couldn’t understand the language, I had to point to the chickens and say "this, this", and plucked two or three feathers and handed them to him. The chicken was placed in the hand and plucked alive. The coolie plucked the feathers loudly and loudly. I wanted to kill the chicken before plucking it, but I couldn't understand the language, so I had to take the chicken again. I picked up the chicken's neck as if killing a chicken, and said to him: "Dead dead." The coolie took the chicken from my hand, forcibly twisted the chicken's neck, then pinched the bleeding chicken head and pulled out the feathers.He was doing what he took for granted as if nothing had happened.I thought it was cruel, looking at his face.But he calmly plucked the feathers of a living chicken.What a cruel day, the warrant officer and I went to the village near the Yellow River where the Ninth Regiment was stationed.Next to this village flows a tributary of the Yellow River, and green willow branches hang down by the river. Everyone was discussing that eight soldiers of a certain squadron of the Ninth Regiment had been attacked.It is said that when the eight soldiers went to the nearby villages to sweep, they found more than ten spears of the red gun bandits there.They twined these spears together and let the twenty Chinese sent from the army hold them and follow behind.The beautiful scenery made them completely paralyzed, and they relaxed their vigilance. They were humming and walking. Suddenly, they heard a shout of "Wow", and one of them fell down.It turned out that the escorted Chinese people were bandits, and they took advantage of the opportunity to quietly distribute spears and attack from behind. The soldiers were overwhelmed with astonishment and were all annihilated.The eight soldiers were ignominiously stabbed to death and their guns taken from them.After hearing this, we felt that the soldiers of the Ninth Regiment had asked for this result, so we laughed and said, "It must have hurt because I was stabbed by a rusty spear!"