Chapter 29 Toshiro Diary (27)

April twenty-first. Xuzhou has not yet been captured - this is beyond our imagination.Everyone thought that Xuzhou had fallen, because the attack on Xuzhou began a long time ago. But this Xuzhou is said to have not yet been conquered.And hearing that friendly forces are continuing to fight, our troops must rush to support them. At seven o'clock in the afternoon, we got on the stuffy tank truck again.Two hours later the train moved, galloping across the darkened landscape.After dawn, the endless wheat fields leaped into our eyes.Farmers stand in the splendid, abundant and peaceful wheat fields, without any shadow of war.This is quite inconsistent with our majestic and fully armed appearance, running around.

At nine o'clock in the evening on the 22nd, I arrived at Changxindian.Departing at eleven o'clock in the evening, the train raced through the night and arrived in Tianjin at half past six in the morning on the 23rd.The train stopped until noon, then traveled south along the Jinpu Line.Among them, after passing through Duliu Town Station, this is an unforgettable place name for me.In the summer of the twelfth year of the Showa era, this was the station I visited for the first time on the front line. Our train arrived at the Yellow River at one o'clock in the morning on the fifth day.The enemy fled after destroying the bridge, and our side is repairing it day and night.This place is like a big city with countless electric lights on at night, and the lights are brilliant. From a distance, anyone would think that this is a big city.

The train stopped on the sand.It was as if a heavy snow had fallen on the ground, covered with a foot-thick layer of fine sand, and the shoes sank "creaking". Cranes and hammers bang loudly.The coolies dragged their exhausted bodies, some on the sand, some behind the concrete, and some next to the wood, taking a nap in a daze. The original continuous long bridge has been destroyed, and it has become a section.Walking forward on the sand, we passed a temporary pontoon bridge about one room wide. The bridge was brightly lit, like festoons and festoons, with a sign of "Yellow River Military Station Bridge" erected on it.The water of the Yellow River also looks so yellow and turbid at night. It is said that one liter of the water of the Yellow River actually contains Sihe mud.

After the turbid current was blocked by the bent and fallen iron bridge and trestle bridge, it rushed away with the sound of water.The top of the waves gleamed with silver light under the light, and fell into the night. The scene was like looking at Dotonbori (the most prosperous place in the downtown area of ​​Dahan) overlooking Dahan.I wanted to calculate the width of the Yellow River, so I wrote down the steps to cross the bridge.A total of eight hundred steps.After crossing the Yellow River, and a little further ahead, there is a wide puddle with mushrooms and frogs singing.The croaking of frogs gives people a meaningful feeling.

We boarded the train again and headed south. Comparing the Jinpu Line with the Ping-Han Line, it can be seen that the culture has made great progress. The houses along the Jinpu Line are a little more open, and the windows and the like are also open to the outside.Residents along the Ping-Han Line, as if they were afraid of foreign attacks, closed their doors tightly, and did not even open the windows to the outside, and each house built a high wall to prevent the enemy from invading.The stations on the Jinpu Line, even the desolate rural stations, are built much more grandly than the rural stations in the interior.

Going south along the Jinpu Line, looking out the window, the scenery up to the Yellow River is like a vast ocean made of mud, with many wetlands in between.Thousands of miles away, even at the end connected to the horizon, there are no forests or villages, and the landscape is a piece of soil, nothing but soil, only occasionally a small tree or a small amount of grass can be seen. Soon there will be a great plain with no grass growing and barren land everywhere, until it reaches the clouds and disappears into the sky.I feel that once we cross the Yellow River, the terrain and culture are changing.The south of the Yellow River is more advanced than the north of the Yellow River. There is no wetland, the fields are carefully cultivated, and the trees and weeds are no different from the plains in the interior.It was very hot in Zhangde area, and we all only wore summer clothes, but it was a bit cold when we passed near Tianjin, so we put on coats again, but as we went south, it gradually became hot again.

Our train gallops like a ghost.Our recruits and reserve soldiers from Fuzhishan are stationed in Tai'an.My dearest brother is here too!We passed by, feeling the unspeakable heartfelt feelings for the folks, shouting to each other to leave. "The battle in Taierzhuang is fierce, be careful!" They chased from the platform, reminding and shouting. "Thank you. We must work hard!" We waved in the car, full of farewell in our hearts. The goal is Xuzhou, the goal is Xuzhou, the train is running fast. A long string of trains came back from the front.Ah, the car is full of wounded people: those in white clothes, those with bandages on their heads, those with their arms hanging, those with bandages on their feet, and those who are so pale that their faces are bloodless.This is a wounded train.

"Avenge us!" they roared bitterly. "What's the matter? Are they fighting like hell?" "Amazing enough." "Didn't it say that there were fifty or sixty cannons? Didn't they say that shells the size of canvas buckets and stoves would fly over like machine guns? It is said that there were also shells the size of iron barrels flying down. They Are there many such powerful guns? That might be an exaggeration, right? " "Then it's a bit exaggerated, but the ones around 15 centimeters and 20 centimeters will fall. I guess there are two or three. The rest are field guns and mortars. The mortars seem to have two or three Ten. At first we thought the 20cm guns were fortress guns. Later, we found that when we retreated, the guns also shot back, so it seemed to be a moving guy. There are about thirty people in a squadron It's attacking!"

"Has it been beaten enough?" "Well, it's quite powerful. Now there are two divisions fighting, but actually only one and a half divisions, because there are fewer and fewer people. It's not a big deal, but it's terrible to be hit by shells." "Will the attack force be too small?" "Well, that's enough. It's better to have fewer people than to attack in a crowd. With fewer people, it is enough to fight a battle, and the loss will be less.Still, it would be great of you to help!Take care and play hard! " "We must do a good job! Thank you! I also wish you a speedy recovery!"

Just as the artillery special agent Cao Chang and the wounded soldiers were talking to us loudly, the train passed by and finally disappeared.The train carrying the wounded screamed and disappeared behind.Our train was taking us straight to the crossfire of war. War, death, blood, words like that come to mind. At night, the train was still running, with dimly lit oil lamps hanging from the stuffy tank shed.The carriages were more crowded than cans of sardines, and the soldiers couldn't lie down, they could only curl up in a ball and doze off.Under the dim light, soldiers lined up like stone bodhisattvas appeared, looking very melancholy.Shoes, grocery bags, gas masks, water bottles, etc. dangled from the roof of the car, and in the shadow of the corner of the car, the flames of cigarette butts were as bright as fireflies.Is someone having trouble sleeping, smoking a cigarette and thinking about his girlfriend?

The sound of speeding trains rubbing against the rails filled my ears. The shaky oil lamp with dim light may be out of oil, the fire is getting weaker and weaker, the light range is shrinking, and only the surrounding area of ​​the oil lamp can only be vaguely seen.I folded my arms and looked at the oil lamp with a cigarette in my mouth.The life of the oil lamp will be over in a few minutes. My life may also be only a few days away.Soon, only the wick of the oil lamp was left glowing red like charcoal fire, shining slightly in the dark compartment.The long and lingering life of the oil lamp finally ceased, gone forever.It was pitch black.Really black as ink.I pinched out the cigarette, closed my eyes, but couldn't sleep. My mother, my father, my hometown, the past, everything was spinning in my mind like a revolving lantern.Suddenly recalling the happy time spent with a certain woman, I couldn't help but feel blissful, and really wanted to return to the happy world of the two of them again.Just as he was thinking, he suddenly collided with the reality that he was on the front line. Today, the wounded are being sent back, and we are heading to the front where the shells are dancing the dance of death.Moreover, maybe they will be sent back with bandages on their heads, hands, and legs like those people we saw during the day, or they may vomit blood and die. A fierce life-and-death struggle is unfolding before our eyes. Living things will one day die, and tangible things will one day be destroyed. Although I understand this, but before joining the war, I felt that this was a very distant thing emotionally, but now I feel that it is a real threat to myself.The so-called war is like going to die. I firmly believe in life and death.If God thinks that it is better for people like me not to live, he will kill me, right?If he doesn't want to, if he thinks that keeping me alive will be of any use, then he will let me survive, right?My life is God's freedom, and I can only obey God's orders. I didn't feel any uneasiness, nor any terror. Yes, life and death matter.The so-called fate is a magical power that possesses the power of life and death.I can't explain it, but it's enough to believe. If you have nothing to rely on, you will not be at ease.Trying to think about my future, I don't think there will be any special brilliance, but I still hope to live.I want to taste life a little more, and life comes with a sweet fragrance. If I am loved by God, then let me live no matter what the circumstances are! All in all, let's make up our minds to do it quickly and wait for God's will. The train moved forward at high speed "boom boom boom boom", only the rolling sound of the rails came into my ears. It was pitch black in the compartment.Don't think about anything, go to sleep. April twenty-fifth. Arrive in Lincheng at three o'clock in the morning.A bottle of soda and two beers were issued.What I posted this time is really extravagant.After getting out of the car to cook, it was stipulated that the march should start from here. I was going to march soon, and I couldn't leave if I was drunk, so I decided to put the wine in a soda bottle and bring it with me.What I want, even if it is a little heavier, I want to take it away, it is really casual. We set off at two o'clock in the afternoon and camped after walking about two miles. Thinking that the wine he brought might melt into the blood that spilled on the ground tomorrow, he felt an indescribable pain. He couldn't help but recall the scene of drinking happily with prostitutes at the banquet in the restaurant in his hometown. Nostalgic. The heart is beating freely.Dreaming lightly in my mind. In a private room with a gentle breeze and a view of the beautiful sea, after bathing, put on a bathrobe, drink slowly, and revel in the melody of the shamisen of a prostitute—how happy it would be!Thinking of this, a warm sigh welled up in my heart. No, it would be foolish to groan for things that should not be hoped for, or that are impossible to hope for. Sometimes I miss my hometown, and my heart is full of thoughts of returning home—is this the sorrow of weak people? The stars are shining at night, and occasionally there are "bang bang" gunshots echoing from a distance. I was exhausted from marching during the day, but now I was sitting on the grass around the bonfire, drinking sorghum wine in the wind. Isn’t it full of wild fun and unique sentiment? There was a young Chinese man, whom I wanted to use, but no matter what I asked him, he always replied that he didn’t understand, which made me so angry that I really wanted to cut off his head.I bound him hand and foot and threw him into the shed, and I'm going to send him to hell when I set out tomorrow morning. Ever since I set foot on the Jinpu Line, I have never seen a clear and clear sky, and it is always gloomy. I hardly saw a single cloud on the Ping-Han Line, and what I saw was a clear blue sky. There are a lot of clouds here.Probably because the Jinpu Line is close to the sea. Weeds are no different from those in the hinterland, and the landscape of growth is not much different.To the south of the Yellow River, there are many dry river courses, and the bridges are built on the sand at the bottom of the river.Will it also form a river in the rainy season?That yellow muddy water! April twenty-sixth. Arrived in Zaozhuang at two o'clock in the afternoon.Attack from here.Let's take a short rest for a few days. Zaozhuang has already stationed the headquarters of the 10th Division and the 5th Division. There is no house for us to live in, so we have to camp on a dirty street corner nearby. At the well, I met Yu Erjun, a fellow villager. "Which squadron are you in?" "In the fifth squadron." He answered loudly while fetching water. "It seems to be pretty good this time, doesn't it?" "Looks like both the Tenth and Fifth Divisions have suffered heavy losses." "Looks like eh" "Didn't it mean that your squadron is also terrible? Our squadron has hardly been on the front line since the squadron leader was killed," he said, and hurried to wash rice. The total number of casualties in our squadron has exceeded a hundred, and there will be bloodshed in the future. "It's already at this time, the body is important, so it's best to treat it as a snack!" He said intermittently. "The body is important", everyone said this sentence, and it was the same sentence that came out of Yu Erjun's mouth. I never thought about it that way.I have already thought about it, thinking that everything is fate. How to take care of your body in battle?Although in actual combat, whether you rush forward and fight bravely has a great impact on safety, but bullets don't have eyes, and it doesn't mean that those who don't advance can live, and those who advance must die.Everything can only be left to fate. Don't you know?Nothing is more capricious than bullets. There were those who hid in the trenches and died, and those who were under the fire of bullets and never got shot, and are still fighting.How can I hide from such an impermanent bullet? If you want this kind of technology, I really hope you can teach me. I also want to live, not to die.But I never went to war thinking "body matters" at the same time.There is no way to fight with that kind of mood. Maybe they thought they could live and die as they wanted.Of those who survived—though no one knew which ones, but everyone thought they might—some died tomorrow, covered in blood.How desolate it is to think of this!If I thought that I might be the one who ran into this bad luck, my heart would be filled with unspeakable sorrow. No one wants to die. However, it is true not to think about this "body matters".It never once occurred to me that "the body matters" and "a person is not judged by his appearance", which is absolutely true and not bad at all.We often sigh: How can such an honest person take such a brave action!I often feel chilling: How can someone who looks so high-spirited and powerful do such a cowardly thing! From the outside alone, the value of a person is inestimable.A person's true worth is determined by his actions in emergencies.Only the actions taken at critical moments determine the value of a person. April twenty-sixth. It is rumored that the battle between the Tenth Division and the Fifth Division in Taierzhuang was very difficult, and they retreated and advanced.We have never retreated before, and it seems that retreat is the patent of the Chinese army.Even if only a part of the Japanese army retreated, it was unbelievable.Rumor has it that the enemy treats the 10th and 5th divisions as remnants and defeated generals.The Japanese army was treated as a remnant and defeated general by the Chinese soldiers-what is going on!Really indignant. However, there were rumors that the division heads of the Tenth and Fifth Divisions refused our support, claiming that they wanted to take Xuzhou beautifully by themselves and showed us that they did not need the support of the Sixteenth Division.We may have to stand by here in Zaozhuang. Perhaps I too will be wounded in this battle, or I may be shot dead.If I die, I will be very happy if you can serve me a cup of wine, play the shamisen, and sing folk songs.I would sniff the wine in the ground, listen to folk songs, and recall the time when I sat on the ground while burning a bonfire and happily sang folk songs. The rare wine is warmed by the bonfire, while sitting in a circle, forgetting everything, forgetting the safety of tomorrow's life, just drinking freely and singing freely, only this is our supreme happiness.People always live tomorrow, pin all their hopes and happiness on tomorrow, and send away every day with such excitement.In fact, if tomorrow's expectations cannot be realized as scheduled, don't worry too much. It is just an ordinary tomorrow that is no different from the past yesterday.Not only that, but the expected tomorrow is actually a day when we are getting old and dying day by day.This point is rarely considered. There is still a very slim expectation of tomorrow in the local area, but there is not even such a slim expectation of tomorrow on the battlefield.Do not expect any fun and joy tomorrow. The wind blows, the bonfire shines, forgetting about the war, drinking and singing—this is a rare joy. Sanshirō Okado said that the real image of the battlefield exists only in sentimentality.But this sentimentality is not effeminate sentimentality. April 29th. Drink Tenchosai (the old name for the birthday of the Japanese Emperor.) wine today.slightly drunk.Once drunk, sometimes homesick.Staring at the clouds floating in the sky, I thought of my hometown again.Then again... in a daze, I fell asleep unconsciously. dream. Mother played the movie as hard as she could. After the explosion of "Boom -", the Chinese soldiers fled in all directions, and the dust was flying.It's a war newsreel.Mother is desperately letting go. The audience is particularly large.The children in the seats close to the stage clapped their hands and shouted with joy when they saw the landmine explode and the dust fly.I stayed limply at the entrance, as if I was sick, and I seemed to be wearing white clothes. I dragged my tired body and said, I will be back from today, so let me do whatever you want.As he spoke, he seemed to be in a living place and ready to work.However, because I haven't done it for a long time, I am a little rusty, so I watch others do it. Jiro-kun tried his best to help his mother, nagging and doing work at the same time.Grandma's friends in Tokino are also there. The movie program has changed and the poster has to be written.But because I haven't written for a long time, I can't write it.There are two titles, and Jiro-kun fought for a long time to decide this program, and finally showed us a good movie. The grandmother is smiling with the children.The mother is also showing a smile while she is busy.Aunt is also laughing. Everyone laughed as if they were rescued from anxiety.But I don't know if I'm injured or sick, and I'm listless. Although my body is a bit dull, my mood is as warm and peaceful as theirs. Two children are eating roasted chestnuts.The children kept stretching out their hands to grab the chestnuts, and threw them down again. Grandma looked very happy, always watching with a smile. At two o'clock in the afternoon, I had the above dream during my nap. Finally going to the front line today.In the dream, the faces of the mother and grandmother can be seen clearly. It is really happy to see the smiling face of the grandmother in the dream.Grandma is long gone. Departure at four o'clock in the afternoon.Leave Zaozhuang and move forward quickly.It is a road with many stones.At night, we arrived at a small village.Must cook dinner for tonight and tomorrow.There is a deep well at the head of the village.All the people in the alliance can only draw water from the only well, and there are so many people that they will quarrel.Quickly fetched water and went back.It is indeed a drop of gold.The rice is ready. Start marching again.Walk around the winding gravel path.The mountains are connected to the mountains, and the night is dark.Last night I wrote a letter and couldn't sleep because of homesickness, and I couldn't sleep again tonight, I was very sleepy.Walking on the extremely dark and stone-filled mountain path, after passing through several mountains, I finally reached an open area, where there is a small village.Rape the village immediately. The three teams were ordered to occupy the front hill. The mountain is also full of rocks and it is very difficult to walk.There are no enemies on the mountain.Finally climbed to the top of the mountain.This is a bare rocky mountain. It was two o'clock in the morning.I thought there were no more enemies around, so I built a fortification casually.After an hour, three or four enemy soldiers crawled over.They don't know we're here. Xigu shot but missed, and the enemy fled in panic.I fell asleep in a daze among the piles of stones.The east gradually turned white, and it was dawn.I breathed in the fresh air. "There are enemies!" Hearing the sound, he looked at the foot of the mountain and saw the Chinese soldiers running fiercely.We aimed from above and strafed like crazy.Interesting. I rubbed my sleepy eyes and lay down in the crude stone fortress. Bullets flew from nowhere, and one of them exploded with a "bang" beside my feet.Yo, it's really accurate!While thinking this way, I looked for the bullet that had bounced off.The bullet was never to be found, until at last it was found that it had penetrated the rocks near my feet, and blew them apart.It's dangerous!The stones split and the bullets deformed.The enemy bombs began to slam. The squadron leader came up the hill and ordered us to occupy the next hill.The next mountain is also full of rocks.We panted heavily, sweating and crawling on our backs.The stone mountains are continuous one after another.The enemy set up another formation on the next hill.While they breathed a sigh of relief at the top of the mountain and relieved their fatigue, we hurried down the steep rocky mountain.Because you have to go down the mountain before the enemy bombs fly, you can only run on the slope.I run ahead. Suddenly, I slipped and fell to the ground, and the handle of the bayonet slammed into my stomach. I rolled around in pain and almost passed out.The squadron leader thought I had been shot, and shouted as he ran, "Don, hold on!" I had difficulty breathing, and the pain was excruciating, so I had to accept the care of Kumano and Tanaka-kun.Mr. Tanaka brought a coolie from a nearby house and asked him to carry my backpack. We lay down in the shade. When the breathing was a little heavier, the pain intensified, and I couldn't even cough, and it was very difficult to walk, so I decided to take a short rest before catching up with the squadron.The squadron had advanced to a large depression.The three of us rested for a while before catching up with the squadron.Squad One and Squad Three advanced as fire squads. There is a man named Ueki. I have never seen such a fierce face like him so far. I am afraid that I will never see such a ferocious and ugly devil-like face like him again!A wide scar was drawn from his right eyebrow to his forehead, his eyes were small and gloomy, revealing his meanness, his cheekbones suddenly protruded, forming a deep shadow, aggravating the cruel and ruthless look on his face like black mud color.This is a typical representation of the face of the villain. When he was stationed, he was always drinking and provoking, running around and making trouble.His conscience has been eroded by repeated previous convictions.This kind of man seems to be very brave on the surface, but I found the unexpected meanness and cowardice in him, and I couldn't help being surprised. He belongs to a small team.A small group was advancing under the heavy rain of bullets, but he did not go. Seeing him left in the depression, the squadron leader flew into a rage, saying that this was the biggest crime on the battlefield.It seemed to me that the timidity with which this outwardly reckless man was placed in a situation of real danger was what he really was.There is a big gap between appearance and heart.He is fierce and brave when his life is not in danger, but he is as honest as a cat when he is in real danger.This is the dirtiest person.I have nothing but contempt and loathing for such people. We finished our lunch and started to catch up with the squadron. This area is full of small rocky mountains, one after another.The fault zone of the loess at the foot of the mountain is a wheat field. The three of us ran through the wheat field like squirrels. Rifle bullets flew overhead like a raindrop flying diagonally.The enemy set up a formation on the rocky mountain in front.The three teams wanted to take the mountain and climbed desperately, but they couldn't deal with the fierce shooting from the mountain.At this time, the small team attacked from the right side and had already occupied the mountain, so the third team also climbed to the top of the mountain.I also dragged my painful body and climbed up the mountain.Enemy mortar shells frequently exploded on the rocky hill. The brigade headquarters and the fourth squadron at the foot of the mountain were fiddled with by shells, dodging left and right.The accuracy of the enemy's shells falling on their heads is so accurate that we admire it.Even though it is the enemy, you have to admire their accurate shooting. The enemy's lookout seems to be on a hill above ours.The enemy artillery also hit our side without any scruples one after another, leaving us with nowhere to hide.But we all think about it, life and death are in the sky, so we don't feel any anxiety and feel calm. In order to prevent the enemy from counterattacking, we are taking strict precautions. After a while, the sound of rifles came from "bang bang bang".We suddenly realized that this was a counterattack, and rushed over to see that the enemy soldiers stood up brazenly and wandered around.At this point, I didn't have enough courage to rush forward and stab them to death.I just shoot.Am I a man who can only fight hand-to-hand when there is no other way?And I want to be a brave man, and I am confident that I am not a timid person.For me, it took a step further, the enemy and the enemy fired at each other for a few minutes, and soon the gunfire stopped and the enemy disappeared. As dusk fell on the rocky mountain, my detachment was ordered to act as a sentry on the left side of the mountain and began to build fortifications.But just halfway through the work, the order to go down the mountain was conveyed, saying that a large group had to take a shortcut in the valley to attack.The sun had already set in the distant wheat field, and the air that was shaken by the sound of roaring guns was now whispering in the slight night wind.It was raining, the night was dark and dark, and we started to queue up to go down the mountain. The spikes of military boots slipped on the rocks.We slipped and stumbled for a while, and went down the mountain with great difficulty, advancing quietly on the shortcut without a cough.It was raining harder and harder.After more than ten minutes, gunshots were heard suddenly, and bullets were fired. It seemed that our intentions had been noticed by the enemy.We lie down and watch.At this time, an order came in a low voice: "Climb to the top of the mountain again!" Probably the team leader judged that he could not move forward!We worked hard to climb up the mountain again. We piled up stones and built a position, and the rain was pouring down, and the cold raindrops wet our collars.The ground was completely soaked in the rain, and it was icy cold, and the military uniform absorbed enough rain, cooling the heart.I was hungry, and I ate compressed biscuits, but I couldn't drink a drop of water, and I couldn't swallow the biscuits.Hungry and cold, unable to sleep, he muttered to him, but we hadn't slept for two or three days, so we snored unknowingly. I wanted to sleep for a while, but my whole body felt cold, and I woke up again, sticking to the chilly coolie beside me who was shivering with cold. Coolies are also very hard, from time to time with wet hands to wipe the face of the raindrops.The guy seemed too cold to sleep. It was so cold that I wanted to lift a stone over my head.It will be somewhat warmer if you cover it with stones! A box of toffee was treasured by me as if it was the only one in the world, and the seven or eight leftovers were packed in the inner pocket of my military uniform, which was soaked.I gave two of the precious toffee to the poor coolie, and I took three and put them on my tongue to taste.Precious toffee. Before dawn, he hurriedly woke up. "Third Squadron, please try to get as close to the enemy on that mountain!" The adjutant of the brigade pointed to the next mountain connected to the mountain peak. Coming down from the rain-soaked rocky mountain again, I walked through the hollow without even coughing.We put the backpacks together in one place, left the coolies and the soldiers who took care of the backpacks, and set off. A clear spring that we had never seen before flowed in the valley, and everyone moistened their dry throats.Go forward, no enemy can be seen on the mountain at the destination.Stop from time to time to observe the situation before climbing.After repeating this several times, I climbed to the mountainside. I thought I couldn't fall behind, so I kept going forward. My waist hurts, but I don't have time to take care of it now. The squadron leader said that getting here is almost like winning.The squadron leader, Sergeant Araki, and other soldiers from Motoyama and I walked in the front.As I was about to climb a corner, I spotted enemy soldiers.Enemy soldiers poked their heads out from the stone formation.I thought to myself, there are enemies!Kneeled and fired a shot.Only a few meters away from the enemy position.Maybe the shot was too hasty and missed the enemy soldier.I got angry and fired two, three, four more shots.Suddenly, countless grenades flew down from the enemy's position. In an instant, he quickly pulled away to avoid the bullet.But as soon as one dodged, another one came again, countless grenades fell and exploded, and bullets rained all over the front, back, left, and right. The squadron quickly retreated two or three meters, each lying behind rocks to avoid bullets.The grenade spun "squeaked" in the air and hit the stone, then rolled down "grunt" and exploded.The grenade that fell next to me also rolled and exploded below me, but I was safe and sound.The enemy seemed to have sensed that we were going to attack from the four shots I fired, and planned to wipe us out with grenades. After the enemy on the top of the mountain found us, the enemies on the right mountain and the left horse mountain also began to concentrate on shooting us.We are completely in the crossfire.Moments later, mortar shells came.It is said that Mashan has an enemy artillery observation post.Surrounded by grenades, shells and bullets, we were at a loss and lingered. Now I can't move forward one step, I can only retreat a little bit.We ignored rifle shells, but had to strain our nerves to deal with shells and grenades.Where will it fall?What should I do?We had no time to shoot, so we all focused our attention on the hill, monitoring the grenades, and dodging to avoid them.Sometimes we bump into corner stones, sometimes trip over small stones, sometimes left and right, sometimes forward and backward, just like this we run and hide on the slope of the rocky mountain. The sound of mortar shells tearing the air, the sound of explosions, the sound of interlaced bullets, the smoke and dust of grenade explosions—death completely surrounds us, the song of death is sung above us with mournful and terrifying wailing, the hell Dance bounces on rocks under our feet.Our eyes flash like lightning, our nerves are terribly tense, and our concentrated brain powers are working most acutely.In the midst of extreme tension, all emotions are silenced, only keen observation and bold speculation are still going on. The squadron leader had ordered a temporary retreat, but by then the victims were covered in blood. One person in my unit was struggling painfully after being swallowed by a grenade.Another person was shot through the shoulder.The health worker was shot in the arm, his hands were constantly scratching in the air, bullets—this is the transport plane to hell. The death transport shook the air with impunity and struck us. My comrade in arms, Lieutenant West Valley, groaned as he approached death step by step.He was not a very brave man, but before participating in the battle of Taierzhuang this time, when he was in Zhangde, he made it clear that he said: "This time I must make up my mind to fight." So he fought bravely in this battle. To fight bravely is to die. The enemy bombs danced wildly with a beast-like icy mockery. Amidst the shock, rage, groans and screams, we are waiting for a gray fate. The squadron leader ordered to go down the mountain.Sergeant Araki immediately said: "Squadron leader! Someone has already died. We're just advancing here, it's pointless, sorry for the sacrifice! Let's work harder!" "Yes, come on. Can you hit me hard? It's okay..." The squadron leader's voice was full of joy and determination. "Dong! Climb up a little bit and keep an eye on the top! You don't know when the enemy will come down." The squadron leader ordered me who was at the top.I climbed up the rock for two or three meters. Sergeant Araki and the first class soldier on the mountain began to shoot at the enemy on the mountain on the right.I lit a cigarette and smoked.Maybe this is the last time I smoke.As soon as I smoked, Sergeant Araki also smoked. It was strange that although I was under the hail of bullets, I didn't feel any fear at all.I am very confident, I feel that I will never die, and I will not be shot by the enemy.I don't know where this confidence comes from. It may be that in the combat experience so far, no matter how dangerous the situation is, I have never suffered a small injury. This must have given me confidence!Also, my dad and late grandmother loved me so much and would definitely bless me!Then my father and grandmother who love me will not abandon me. The squadron leader stood up and sang the cassock song.The squadron leader probably wanted to cheer up the soldiers! The squadron leader's singing echoed loudly amidst the gunpowder smoke, firepower and bullets.For some reason, I find it funny, like watching a play. The enemy on the top of the mountain didn't know whether they thought we were wiped out because we fell silent, or they planned to change direction and attack from the right depression. This time they threw grenades into the right depression.The wasted grenade flew into the right depression and exploded.Strangely, after the grenade fell into the right depression, the mortar shells fired from Mashan also began to fall into the depression.After a while, the field artillery of the friendly army roared and landed on the depression.It's the Japanese army's own people on the mountainside!We felt that this should be communicated to the friendly field artillery, and we unfurled the soiled flag on the slope of the rocky hill. I thought I could make a surprise attack by firing the grenadier five or six times, so I shouted at the top of my voice: "Grenade! Grenade!" But the grenadier was nowhere to be seen. As a last resort, I said, "How about throwing a grenade and charging?" I retreated three or four meters and lay down on the ground.I took two grenades from the soldiers and climbed up again. At this time, the head of the Murakami squad who had been hiding behind a rock seven or eight meters away from us asked fearfully, "Dong, is the squadron leader there?" This second lieutenant had just come from the mainland not long ago, and this was his first time fighting. "It's really timid." I thought to myself, and replied, "On top." After speaking, I rushed up. However, I didn't really have the guts to throw the grenades into the enemy positions. The enemy on the top of the mountain found us again and threw grenades again. One of them exploded right in front of me, next to Lieutenant Ben Shan.Oops, hit!I yelled "Benshan, Benshan", but Benshan stood up from the gunpowder smoke, with blood dripping from his forehead, and replied, "It's okay!" The artillery shells from the friendly army flew in frequently, but the hit rate was extremely low. We were more dangerous than the enemy. I waved the national flag to inform the distant artillery of our position, but this action seemed to be unable to enter their line of sight, and the shells were still unsatisfactory. The squadron leader said, we stay here, the artillerymen are afraid that it will be difficult to shoot, so let's go down a little bit. Xigu Wenzheng's face was covered with blood, moaning and struggling in pain.A few hours later, Nishiya finally died. The nursing soldier in Xiadojing was injured by a swollen bone in his right shoulder, and the first class soldier Ben Wen was injured in his buttocks and right arm. We lay on the rock like this for more than two hours, waiting for the situation to change. Two hours later, at dawn, the Second Squadron transferred from Youshan to charge.Ah, it's the second squadron charging!大家松了一口气，因为二中队冲锋，敌人开始撤退了。 我们拼命扫射逃跑的敌人。二中队队长小川中尉挥舞着战刀跑在最前面。敌兵有的藏在岩石背后，有的奔跑逃窜，看得见小川中尉在挥刀砍敌，跟在后面的士兵用刺刀刺敌。中尉和那个士兵冲在距离中队几十米远的前方，简直就像电影里看到的一样勇敢。 感觉二中队的冲锋已取得成功时，我们三中队也开始冲锋了。我们头顶上的敌人可能是因为二中队从右边冲进来才开始撤退的，我原准备跟中队一起冲锋的，但我分队奉命收容死伤人员，将伤员抬下山。此时我的脑中荡漾起一种绝非快乐的安全感，不由自主地安下心来。 我们决定先抬伤员，回头再来收容西谷文正的尸体。我们再次"咕咚咕咚"地痛饮着山涧里香甜的泉水，深切体味着生的喜悦。背包看守处的两三名士兵不安地跑过来问："那炮弹猛得真够吓人的，情况怎么样？" 我的苦力也在这里，我们用帐篷做担架，抬着伤员往卫生队赶。 路上遇到了炮兵们，炮兵们很可怜我们似的说："战斗这么激烈……"又说："步兵可真够辛苦的了！什么冲锋，不就跟去送死一样吗？我们用望远镜看到你们冲锋，真是惨不忍睹。步兵实在太倒霉了。"他们一边递烟给我们，一边用抚慰的目光望着我们。其中一人自言自语他说："我有再多的孩子，也决不让他们当步兵。" 麦田宽阔地展现在眼前。四周有多处树林，林子里有小村子。我们进了其中一个村子。家家户户的墙壁上留着无数黑乎乎的枪眼，到处是机枪的枪架，大约是敌兵所射的弹壳散落了一地。 五六个地雷滚在路边。这个村子据说是五中队攻下的。 分队长小岛侯一，半路上用吊桶打水时负伤了，也被送到卫生队。我就作为分队长带着六名部下再次踏向今天早晨的战场，去收容西谷的尸体。 下午四点才开始吃早饭。到现在为止粒米未进，净是喝水。 夕阳匆匆西沉。 因为这次战斗只是我们大野部队进攻，没有后续部队，部队一前进便没有一个友军，只剩下我们自己了。残敌还在山上到处游荡，十分危险，所以我们得抓紧时间赶路。部队已经早早地翻山前进了。晚上七点终于到了山脚下。 我们疲惫不堪。我把分队队员留在山脚，自己又爬到今天早晨的进攻地点去寻找西谷的尸体。 但那里只散落了一些信纸，他的尸体却不见了。是给残余的敌人抢去了，还是被中队抬着前进了？我忐忑不安地下了山。 暮色攀过一道道山峰，几十分钟之后宣告了令人恐怖的夜晚的降临。远远的麦田也已消失在夜色之中。山那边地形如何？另外，翻过山去的友军部队朝哪边前进了？对这些一无所知的我们，又面临着在一座座山上游来荡去的残敌袭击的威胁。暮色一降临到山上，我们的不安也随之加剧了。 我们都累垮了。 夜色几小时之后包围了我们，残敌仍在群山上游荡，而且不知道部队的前进方向。 我犹豫不定，不知该前进，还是该在山麓的村庄宿营。分队里的"老人帮"——三十七岁的田中、三十六岁的熊野他们主张应该在山麓宿营。他们说累坏了。 我想，要是受到残敌袭击，会毫无意义地死掉，便不赞成在山麓过夜。 白白死掉，那可是遗憾之至了，独一无二的生命无比珍贵，必须选择最有意义的死法，我一直祈愿别白死。 要是今晚白白死掉，那还不如在今天早晨的战斗中战死的好。但分队员们的意思倾向宿营。 疲劳使得大家都只追求眼前的安乐。 我们俯视着村庄，目光停在一处有望楼的大房子上。 "要是住在那户人家，即使遭到袭击也不要紧吧！房子的墙壁是厚砖砌的，窗户没一个对外，而且还有一个高高的望楼，就跟座城堡似的。" 熊野说完，大家异口同声他说： "对，那座房子没问题。即使现在追过去，既不知道部队的前进方向，又判断不出山那边的地形，半道上遇到残敌的话也了不得。" 在我们这么踌躇不决当中，夜幕载着不安逼近了。这时，泷口上等兵说："可是，我有这种经历，所以觉得还是前进的好。那是攻打南京时，我所在的竹间分队奉命收容伤员，留了下来。当时就受到了残余敌人的袭击，最后有一人被打死了。想起那件事，还是觉得前进的好。" 他这么一说，我赶紧大声鼓励道："走吧！趁天还没黑，走一点是一点吧！白死了多没劲哪！"说完赶在前头拼命走。队员们没办法，也只得跟在我后面。 山脚下巨大的岩石起伏着。夜色翻过一道道岩石，一直浸透到马山的山麓。马山脚下好像有一条路。今天早上步兵、辎重兵、炮兵等等就一直像蚂蚁排队似的不间断地行进，最后两点左右，卫生队也是消失在这山间的狭窄小路上的。 我们默默地走着，踏在一块块石头上，"喀嚓喀嚓"的足音在山岩间回响，有时回过头，能看到有些山峰上有人影。那是残余的敌人。每个人心里都掠过一丝不安。翻过那道岭后，部队朝哪个方向前进了呢？部队在我们之前多远呢？或许两三天都看不到部队。断粮了怎么办？尽管伤员和战死者留下了一些粮食……真难办。虽然他们的弹药和手榴弹都在我们的背包里，说不定什么情况下也会用完的。总而言之，得尽快与大部队会合。可是，不知道部队前进方向的话……我心中充满不安，将小心谨慎地盯着脚下的视线投向山岭顶端，岭上昏暗不清，夜空里映衬出朦胧的山影。 越过麦田穗尖吹来的风刮到我们布满污垢和尘埃的脸上，冷冰冰的，我又将视线落到脚下，小心地走着，以免在石头上滑倒。 西谷文正的尸体是不是和他的背包一起被残敌抢去了？ 果真如此的话……那可太对不起他了……这家伙也终于死了，昨晚还淋着雨睡在我旁边的……一分队现在加上我也只剩了七个人，这中间还会有人死掉的。谁会被死神缠住呢？ 大家都觉得自己是不会死的，但终归又有人要下地狱。 无论是谁——中队长也好，甚至更高职位的军官也好——都还是想活下去的，生多么富于魅力啊！如果不是相当厉害的人，则绝对难做到对生彻底死心。即使对特别厉害的人也困难之至。哪怕一时感情冲动能去死，可一旦像现在这样在夜色里，置身于极度的寂静、孤独之中，便又对生命无限留恋了。 谁也不说一句话，我们默默地走着。 我们终于走上了正路，右拐向山岭登攀。越过碎石遍地的山岭时，我们绷紧了神经，紧张之中睁大眼睛观察四周，此时我们眼前出现了八九个黑乎乎的人影。指针已经指着八点，夜色彻底笼罩了大地。我们睁大双眼，竖起耳朵，弓着身盯着前方。人影朝我们这边过来了，悄无声息。我心想，这会儿不可能有朝这儿来的友军，是残敌吗？虽然困惑不解，还是紧盯着。我小声命令："上刺刀！"我们趴在路边的碎石和草上。要是敌人，就必须一举刺死他们。我心跳加快，手紧紧地握着枪把。黑黑的一群默默地过来了……紧张之中彼此接近了。咦，这不是友军吗？——奥，到底还是友军。而且这不正是我们小队的轻机枪分队吗？我们的心一下子就像吱溜溜松掉的线，放下心后体会到一种深深的疲劳感。从现在开始，战友增加了，而且连机枪都有了，所以一点不必再担心，对未来的安心感油然而生。 据说他们是来为火葬西谷尸体的三分队充当护卫的。西谷的尸体果然已被收容了！ 我们和轻机枪分队合并起来，又返回到原先的位置。在山脚的村庄怎么找也找不到三分队。如果是火葬，想必能看到火，可我们透过麦穗在黑暗中望去，却看不到火光。我们将大家都认为最牢固的那处带望楼的房子定为宿舍。打开厚厚的门，进了屋子。先查看墙壁和房子的构造。砖墙里还有一道小小的木头后门。我们就敌人袭击时如何办进行了研究，严加看管好里外的门户，将手榴弹集中到一处，又安排了两名游动哨。 我们的步枪和机枪都实弹备好，随时可以出击。我告戒分队部下，即使敌人侵袭，也决不能惊慌失措、大吵大嚷，更不能从房子里冲出去。 敌人袭击时，从房子里冲出去最为危险。支那的房子本身便是一个严实的堡垒。 完成了所有的对敌准备后，我们进屋小睡。西谷浑身是血、痛苦挣扎、满地打滚的身影浮现在淡淡的烛光里，今天早晨激烈战斗的场景也闪现在眼前，不知何时却又都消失在疲劳里。 我睡得昏昏沉沉。不知道睡了几个小时，忽然觉得有人捣我，醒了过来。冷气一阵阵地从领口侵入身体。没有谁捣我，是睡在旁边的下坂缩身子时碰到了我。侧耳一听，哨兵在"咯噔咯噔"地走动。看样子没有任何情况。指针指着凌晨三点。 这是一个寂静的夜晚，我吸着烟，凝视着漆黑的天花板。 昨天的这个时候，我们正冒雨在石山的堡垒里奋战。当时抓来的苦力不知何时跑掉了。现在是三点。再过两个小时该转入突击了。而且我们小队里，西谷已经战死了。西谷再不会说话，化作了灰尘。生……生，求生的意志无论如何太强大了。我从未真正因恐惧而震颤过，甚至觉得自己很勇敢。但这种勇敢远算不上彻底，我要真是不怕死的勇士，昨天突击时，我就不会趴在石山上，肯定要拿着手榴弹冲进敌阵了。那倒是意味着彻底的死亡……要真正不怕死有多么困难啊！ 我没睡着，烟头在黑夜里萤火般闪烁。从门缝悄然传来步哨整齐的足音。 我回想起战斗的情景。 突击这种事决不能忘乎所以地进行。毕竟，忘我的境地不是只限于极少的瞬间吗？忘我并不能持续十分钟、二十分钟。要是持续了十分钟、二十分钟，则是所谓的"茫然"了。不应该茫然地进行突击。 而且，忘我是在意想不到之时发生了意想不到之事的情况下，猛然陷进了忘我的境地，而突击则是预料到敌弹会更加猛烈地射来，敌人的刺刀就要在面前晃动，还要发起冲锋。这里面自然既有思想准备，又包含针对预期情况所采取的恰当行动。我以为即便在砍敌的瞬间，或从高处跳往低处的瞬间陷入忘我，也不能说整个突击过程都处在忘我之中。 突击时，我们骤然显得像是魔鬼附体一般，但实际上并不是被恶魔所缠的疯子式的蛮横胡闹，而是高度集中的智力在最敏锐地活动着，发挥着功效。 即使在极度的紧张和兴奋之中，所有的感情都沉默了，敏锐的观察和大胆周密的判断却仍在进行。 这种状态决不能称作忘我。对忘我的解释，是彻底摒弃思考，只剩下一个活动着的身体的状态。 身处困境、卑怯懦弱的人很难保持感情的沉默，不能完全启动敏锐的智能和大胆缜密的判断，对敌弹飞来的方向及着弹点无法确切地看清，对敌我的位置、与友军间的关系——友军机枪射击正压制了敌军的哪一处？敌军正处于何种状态？ 友军的炮击效果怎样？还有眼前的地形如何？应如何利用这种地形？……诸如此类的种种瞬息万变的态势无法准确判断，因而不能做出恰当的防御或者进攻，负伤或身亡的概率也就高了。 昨天早上的战斗中，那些被恐惧吓忘了一切的人，既不能进行任何必要的观察，也不能考虑应该如何行动，只是一动不动地趴在地上，就像被猫盯上的老鼠趴在地上不动一样。他们死的死伤的伤，这种时候，老鼠只能随猫任意摆布了。 尽管如此，也不能说这种结局只有他们无法逃避。如果人类有命运的话，不，正因为人类有命运，在命运这神奇的绝对者面前，再敏锐的智能，再大胆透顶的精确判断，也都完全无能为力。 这不是人力所能控制的事，所以只有对人为范围内的生死才能这么说，即：越卑怯懦弱，伤亡的概率就越高。 这种说法，听起来好像所有伤员和死者都尽是些智力低下、没有头脑的人似的，其实并非如此，只不过是说有这种情况罢了。应该认识到，有许多人将命运的裁决置之度外，勇敢地投身于死亡之中。还应该认识到，不能说所有没负伤或没死的人都不是胆小、卑怯者，都机敏、大胆。 排除个人的感情，凝聚高度的理智，进行惊人冷静的观察及准确的判断，实现一般情况下难以想象的高度客观化。 在高度兴奋激昂当中，看似鲁莽的行动，其实却包含着统一在同一方向下异常冷静的理智，是这种冷静的客观指示下的敏捷的行动。 我思考着这些，又点着了第二支烟。将烟吸到肺的最深处，再特意撅起嘴喷进黑暗之中。接着，又想起了故乡。故乡的风景，甚至连溅落到岩石上散去的白浪，海风里夹杂着如炮声轰隆作响的松涛，以及朋友熟人的身影，都一下子展现在我眼前。来打仗，这是第九个月了。母亲一个人留在家乡。母亲现在怎么样呢？ 这时，门"吱呀"一声开了，步哨来传令换岗，我脑中宛如倒线般不断展现的故乡情景一下子中断了，不知不党中又昏然睡去。 第二大早晨，远处麦田对面的山上烟烟生辉的朝阳还未完全升起，我们便起了床，煮好饭，做出发准备。 在前线，朝阳对我们来说总是更加意味着喜悦、生和感谢。 朝阳和夕阳带给我们的感触是黑白分明的欢乐和忧郁。 朝阳的光芒钻石般洒落在辽阔麦田的穗梢儿上，晨雾渐渐消散，从山脚到山顶，再到天空，一个澄净灿烂的早晨苏醒了。我们打开两扇平安无事的门，在瀑瀑的小溪边洗了脸。 清凉的流水润湿了沾满污垢的脸，好像洗去了所有的噩梦。 心情轻松愉快。off we go. 辎重兵们就在山的那一边。部队并没前进多远。照这样子，很快就能跟中队会合，于是大家抓紧赶路。又翻过一道岭，一片一望无际的麦田跃入我们的眼帘，麦田里还四处点缀着些树林。 树林里有村庄，翻下山，左边村里有烟雾升腾，想来可能是在进行火葬，我们便向那个村奔去。 三分队果然就在这个村里，在给西谷火葬。三分队的人说，西谷的火葬差不多就要结束，很快就能捡遗骨了。村里已为英灵竖了七八根粗糙的墓标，前面供着压缩饼干。 要火葬的尸体还有三四具。战友们拆掉村里的房子，运来木材，设了三四处火葬常很快，我接过西谷的遗骨，包在手纸里装进了挎包。 任务结束了。一到了出发回中队的当儿，大家不约而同他说，再稍微休息一会儿，等体力恢复后再走吧。现在马上回到中队的话，紧跟着就是战斗，剧烈的劳苦在那里等着我们。 我也赞成这个建议。但轻机枪分队队长荒山伍长是个死板的人，硬坚持说："不，现在立即出发吧！" 我们极不情愿地背上背包走了起来，有的人还在发荒山牢骚。当我们离开村子三四百米远时，后面忽然传来巨大的爆炸声。回头一看，原来是敌人的炮弹，敌人的炮弹接连不断地集中飞落下来。 我们从心底庆幸：哎呀呀，捡了条命！要不是荒山那么说，我们这会儿还正在那个村里午睡呢，那现在就不是什么火葬，而是弹葬，早已粉身碎骨了。每个人的心中都涌溢出对荒山的感激之情。敌人是瞄准火葬的烟进行集中炮击的。集中炮击持续了几分钟。我们在麦田里匆忙赶路，一个劲他说："我们真走运啊！" 下午与中队会合了。中队正埋伏在一个村头的麦田里。 我们回归中队时已是下午五点，麦田的尽头已燃起晚霞。中队长看到我们，高兴得不得了。 见到大队长，大队长也格外高兴。不知道为何所有人都这么为我们高兴。 过了一会儿，联队长把荒山军曹（军曹是中士，伍长是下士，有可能荒山因功被提升了一级。）叫去询问了情况。据说部队方面都以为我们已被残敌消灭了。 三中队成了大队的预备队。仗就在几百米前方打着，我们却在摇摇欲坠的房子里聊得热火朝天。 不知谁从哪儿听来的，传开了关于战线的消息。这种消息往往多是谣传，但也不尽然，也有一点从其出处来的有限的根据。只是在传播途中，吹成了大话，还搞得煞有介事的样子，消息的根据一般来源于值班军官或总部的士兵。 总部和值班的那些士兵个个都一样，总是做好了准备，指望得到点特殊的情报，所以一有机会听到点军官们的闲谈，便将其认作不得了的最新消息，一个接一个地往下传，等传到我们这里时，已经有枝有叶，有血有肉，像模像样了。而且其枝叶大都是由士兵们期望的梦想添缀上的。因此，"哦，是么？ 如果消息这么合情合理……"虽将信将疑，却还是被我们所期望的梦想所迷惑。凯旋的故事等尤其如此。前线的士兵们一次次被凯旋的故事激动得心潮澎湃后，又一次次被事实的真相重重地摔倒在地。 传言四起，说是台儿庄攻击战中，第十师团被李宗仁麾下的官兵当作残兵败将对待。 说是第十师团接连不断出现死伤人员，已是一副伤痕累累的情形了。 "十师团的做法是零星使用少量兵力，恰如穷人家的吝啬用法。"熊野在团团围坐的对面开口道。 "是啊！说到底这不是大部队的做法，而跟小部队一样。 所以我想反复出击多少次，也都要被歼灭，自然要被当作残兵败将了。不知板垣征四郎阁下作何感想？"野口一边敲着征用的支那烟斗，一边像师部参谋似的附和道。 毕业于东北大学的泷口铿锵有力地插嘴道："不过嘛，听俘虏说，对大野部队的强大、可怕等说法他们早就听说了。"他加重了语气，很知情似的说道："从枣庄开始的行动他们也都清楚。而且，据说这家伙的日记上写着十师团的OO（原文就是打了两个圈。）部队不足为惧。反正十师团在山西省好像也给打得很惨吧！敌人甚至连劝降传单都散了。俘虏说他们有相当于两个师团的兵力在这一带打，说是一个师团大约有五门迫击炮和五门野战炮。" "可你知道的，十师团的师团长不是说他们不要支援，顽固拒绝我们的支援吗？" "理当如此啊！" 就在这时，"咣！"敲破钟似的声音在紧旁震彻我们的耳底。我们赶紧卧倒在地，脑子里"嗡"的一声，吓得魂飞魄散。 迫击炮弹就落在离我们两间的前方。炮弹穿通屋顶，在隔壁房间里爆炸了。尘烟弥漫了整个房间，硝烟味刺鼻，爆炸之后，我们才慌忙逃窜。敌人的炮击从前天开始进入白热化。 这里离敌阵只有一千米左右，可能炮兵阵地就在其后方某处，弹药补充得很充分吧，敌方炮兵毫不吝惜地持续对我们进行炮击。 友军的野战炮在麦田里拉开阵势迎战。 作为炮兵之眼的观测班，位于平坦麦田里一块孤零零的隆起如瘤的台地上。台地上有个庙。 这里可能是从前埋葬贵人的地方。台地上的观察所多次遭到敌军炮火的猛烈轰击。他们那里正是很好的射击目标。 台地上的庙这会儿也因炮击而毁坏了大部分，砖头瓦块遍地散落。 双方炮兵间的交战一直持续着。 某日下午，石桥中尉指挥的五中队奉命占领某村，他们进行了果敢的突击。 石桥中队长带领一小队在平坦的麦田里前进，大树掩映的村庄里，敌人正屏息凝神地严阵以待。石桥中队忽而