Chapter 32 Toshiro Diary (30)

May nineteenth. With only a difference of three hours, we gave up the honor of being the first to reach Xuzhou to the 13th Division. The troops advanced several miles, and then returned in a panic.It is a road along the Longhai Line leading to the Pinghan Railway in the distance. Passed through the urban area of ​​Xuzhou at three o'clock in the morning. There is a tall steel-frame concrete bridge at the entrance. The last quarter moon is shining on the river, and the stars are also twinkling. Under the bright moonlight, the scenery in the field of vision is very beautiful and quiet. , Intoxicating scenery.

It is impossible to imagine that this place was a fierce battlefield not long ago. The natural scenes in front of us did not leave traces of war, but poetry, music, light and delightful nature, art and painting. We cannot but be surprised This movie-like change of stillness and movement, silence and roar. When we entered Xuzhou City, we realized how insignificant the power of man is compared to nature.War has failed to change the shape of nature, and that is why war is not felt anywhere in nature.On the contrary, it made us discover the desire for tranquility and yearning for peace buried in our hearts, and we couldn't help but feel that our hearts were filled with inexplicable happiness given by nature.But the spectacle of the street recalled vividly the scene of battle, the commotion, fury, shouting, howling, and actual life-and-death struggle.

There is hardly a single house in complete shape on the street. The roofs of some houses have been lifted off, some have collapsed, and some have lost their shape.The road is full of wood chips and broken bricks and tiles, and huge craters can be seen everywhere, wide open like a close-up, like a giant clenched fist and smashed to the ground.Yes, it is the giant of war that smashed the streets of Xuzhou, and there is no stone or tree that can show the peace and prosperity that once existed.Under the ruined eaves, the sentries of the Thirteenth Division stood guard in the moonlight, the bayonets on their rifles gleaming silver.

The moonlight shone coldly and bleakly on the ruins, echoing the shadows of the ruined walls, it was very desolate.In the quiet night, under the bright moonlight, the black shell craters, broken tiles and bricks, broken columns and walls, and exposed furniture are all in a mess. They are entangled with each other and crowded together, showing the tragic scene of the battle.Like living things, even objects return wild.Chaotic, destroyed and deserted streets, this is Xuzhou. We passed through Xuzhou and came dawn on the dusty road a few miles away from Xuzhou.Go forward even at dawn.Marching, that is war, chasing, chasing, walking day and night.Sky, blue sky, deep sky, cloudless sky.The sun that casts its mighty light from the sky to the earth, ah!The cruel sun can only think of you as a vicious and ruthless thing!Shining just to make things difficult for us, right?The cruel and vicious fireball is mercilessly throwing the ferocious light on the ground, everything on the ground is dried up, and what can never be dried is our sweaty body.

In the vast wheat fields and sorghum fields, the soft, fluffy, thick yellow earth powder road like snow disappeared in the distant mist.Our 16th Division and other divisions who don't know where they came from, infantry regiments, artillery, transport troops and tanks overlapped and overlapped, advancing on this road.Continuous combat troops appeared in the wheat fields, and disappeared in the hail and hail in the distance.The chariot kicked up dust and ran wildly, and the horse neighed in the dust. Six horses marched through the flying dust with field guns, and the bare-chested baggage soldiers followed behind the large army like Japanese pirates.Among them, the carts are drawn forward by horses, oxen and donkeys.On the cart, the soldiers sitting on top of each other like luggage were konjac soldiers from the Ninth Regiment of Kyoto.We walked in the peach orchard next to the road, and there were green peaches on the trees.The sloping fields in Taoyuan made us even more tired. We had to go up and down for a while, and had to jump over them again.We staggered like trackers, it was too hot, smoke came from our throats, and we didn't even sweat.Some people sat down casually, some complained, some simply lay down for a while, and then came up from behind.

Get up at three or four in the morning until ten or eleven in the evening.The worst enemy is the march, hunger and heavy rain.We are already rewild animals. Ever been so utterly overwhelmed by fatigue like today?My cheeks were deflated like deflated balls, and the soles of my feet were covered in dirt, sweat, and slipped in my shoes, and my feet swelled up like walking on needles due to athlete's foot and edema. It hurts, even the bones ache.Eyes covered with gum, dust, blurred. The sun has risen and set many times, but we are walking in billowing dust earlier than the morning sun and later than the setting sun.There seemed to be a layer of snow on the military caps, military uniforms, and backpacks, and they were covered with thick dust.It was as if a layer of dirt had been smeared on his face, and he couldn't recognize who was who at all.

Everyone is exhausted.I have to go to the toilet every thirty minutes. Diarrhea patients gradually increased. The food is difficult to swallow, as long as the water is not soaked, the rice cannot be swallowed, but if the water and the rice flow into the stomach together, the diarrhea will be more serious.My feet are getting more painful day by day, and my fatigue is getting worse day by day.Whether sitting, lying down or getting up, my body seemed to be falling apart.Is there such a painful thing? Is not this the greatest pain a man can endure? The backpack was sinking and the road was far away, and the pain intensified.Takiguchi's remains were placed on my backpack, and Takiguchi's remains wrapped in a triangle cloth went to fight with me.No matter how tired I am, I will not let anyone step over the remains; no matter how late I arrive at the campsite, I will not forget to place Takiguchi's altar and burn incense for him.I watch over piously and never carelessly.I carried my dear Takiguchi on my back.

In a place on the Longhai Line that is neither a station nor another stop, there is an abandoned train.Probably the enemy soldiers got there by car, abandoned the car and fled. During our miserable pursuit, we launched an attack on Shuoshan.The time of attack and battle is also the time for us to rest.why?We prefer dangerous battles to marches.That's because you have to stop marching when you are fighting. At the train station in Dangshan, the train that the enemy had not had time to drive away was still steaming. We filled the kettle with water from the water tank in the locomotive.We thought that the main force of the enemy had already fled, and there were no more enemies in Dangshan. Therefore, our vanguard entered the north gate, but just encountered the enemy army coming out of the north gate.Both the enemy and us panicked, and after retreating, a life-and-death battle started here.Our side quickly formed an encirclement like a copper wall and an iron wall, and the enemy desperately resisted like a dog jumping over the wall.Their fate was either to be annihilated or to surrender.

We were deep in the enemy line, so we retreated a little, rearranged our lines, and attacked again.Our third squadron is the reserve team, and we received the order for reinforcements very late in the afternoon.Many people on our side have died one after another, and the captain of the third brigade also died heroically.When our army set out from Changde in North China, the officers and soldiers wore the same clothes, making it difficult for the enemy soldiers to distinguish them. However, the brave captain of the third brigade finally died in battle.During the Battle of Nanjing, the battalion captain Gujing Shaozuo served as the acting captain of the regiment.

The enemy's bullets were pouring down like a storm, and the barrels of our infantry guns fired at the city as if they were about to split, and the enemy soldiers returned fire with mortars.The enemy has no way to escape, but to fight back endlessly. We ran quickly along the path in the field for reinforcements.There is a temple in the field, which is the headquarters of the brigade and a shelter for the wounded, but it is not safe there. Mortar shells exploded on the roof, tiles fell off and the roof broke.The notoriously timid military doctor captain was also injured, and then the only military doctor second lieutenant was also injured, and Cao Chang was the only health worker left, but the number of wounded continued to increase.We passed by the temple, and got into a small miscellaneous forest, and arrived at the forward position. There was a simple house in this miscellaneous forest, and there were also two or three wounded moaning inside.

The forward position we arrived at was the earthen city wall. Both the enemy and us were clinging to the city wall like geckos, staring at each other's omissions on both sides of the city wall. The squadron leader ordered me: "East Division digs trenches from here to there." I immediately pointed out their respective positions to the six soldiers. The city wall is made of mixed sand and upper bases, which is very soft and easy to dig. After digging, the squadron leader said: "Transfer the position, from there to there, follow me." He started to walk along the slope of the city wall. "What are you transferring..." I thought to myself as I followed behind the squadron leader.We started digging again, and halfway through the digging, the squadron leader said to me again: "Hey! Sorry to change the location again!Thanks for your hard work! "I'm speechless, just" he said, and we went to the next goal. "Beware of landmines." The squadron leader reminded us, we didn't know what to do, and moved our feet tremblingly.When I think that I may step on a landmine at any time, I feel helpless. Without taking any damage, we reached our new position and dug our trenches.I thought that before the sun went down, I must heat the kettle and use it instead of Tang Po for warmth, so I lit a fire with the fuel I carried under the trench.The diarrhea continued and the stomach was cold.Our cold bellies were due to the fact that we were very thirsty during the day's march and drank about a liter of water as soon as we arrived at the bivouac at night, so we felt very cold when we slept.If I don't drink a liter of water every night, the throat that smokes during the day will not be cured. The sound of the artillery soon seemed to disappear gradually, because our infantry had run out of shells.It is very sad for us to have no shells.The enemy's mortar shells, trembling with joy, exploded above our heads, and the groans of wounded soldiers continued to be heard from the foxholes, and we were desperate for air assistance.Even if it is two or three bombs, that alone can scare the enemy. Soon, dusk fell peacefully over the people who were waiting for death.I stared at the bluish-white flames that were gradually burning under the trench, and the solid oil was burning. What are the enemy soldiers on the inside of the wall doing?It was pitch black all around, and I held the hot water bottle close to my stomach, feeling my stomach warm up slightly, and my eyes nervously patrolled the darkness. Gunshots rang out now and again in the darkness, and then fell back into an eerie silence. Slightly to the right from my position is the corner of the sandy wall, where members of the other squads cling to the wall like geckos. There was a shot from that direction, and a comrade fell.He wanted to take advantage of the black hole beside him—the hole that the enemy soldiers had dug in the city wall, and when his body pressed against the hole, he fell down.Another comrade-in-arms replaced him and just stuck to the hole of the gun, and fell down in an instant.No one noticed that there were enemy soldiers on the other side of the gun holes.The enemy soldiers were on the inner side of the city wall, waiting for the Japanese soldiers to approach. As soon as the Japanese soldiers put their bodies on the gun holes, the enemy soldiers immediately pressed the muzzles of the guns against the Japanese soldiers' bodies, and the Japanese soldiers were killed.The Japanese soldier walked over and blocked the enemy's gun as if he was going to say "please shoot me".The enemy soldiers fired with the muzzle pressed against the body of the Japanese soldier. When firing, no light leaked out, so the comrades in arms did not know where the bullets came from. When the medics went to the scene to collect the second victim, the gunshots rang out again. At that time, the medics found a flash inside the hole of the gun and knew where the enemy soldiers were hiding.The health worker narrowly escaped death, notified the nearby comrades in arms, killed the enemy soldiers, and avenged the two sacrificed comrades in arms. The minute hand turned once, twice, and the night gradually deepened. There was no sound at all, the horrible night of death! Without our medics and medics, our army, unable to treat the wounded, struggled with what to do with the incoming wounded. Finally came the news that our troops decided to open a city gate to let the enemy escape.Needless to say, it must have been during the retreat of the enemy that one of our squadrons had ambushed and intercepted them. Due to the lack of sleep and overwork in the past few days, I fell asleep in a daze. Although I clearly realized that the enemy soldiers were on the inside of the city wall where I was lying on my stomach, the silence that remained unchanged for several hours made me unconscious. Unknowingly dozed off. The red and big sun is about to rise from the east, and the sky is starting to turn pale. Suddenly, several deafening bangs of explosions hit my heart and shook my body.I opened my eyes in surprise, and immediately clenched my gun and prepared to fight. At that moment, a black ghost flew past me like the wind. "Ah, Chinese soldiers." I immediately pointed my gun in the direction of the Chinese soldiers, but it was too late, and the Chinese soldiers disappeared into the wheat waves under the city wall.Scanning the tips of the ears of wheat, but not knowing which way to shoot, let the enemy flee in vain. The same thing happened everywhere.The enemy soldier was as bold as a mouse driven out of a desperate situation. He threw the grenade first and escaped when we were not paying attention. We climbed the walls.Oh, what's going on!There is a deep and wide moat in front of our eyes. On the other side of the moat, there is actually a majestic brick city wall standing high.I always thought that the city wall where we were was the only city wall. It turned out that the city wall of Dangshan had two layers.There is a bridge farther to the right. On the bridge, it is unclear whether it is the enemy army or a group of our army running around. Probably enemy soldiers?The heavy machine gunners who speculated in this way concentrated their firepower and fired violently.After tens of minutes of fighting, Dangshan was occupied, and most of the enemy had fled last night. The empty streets of Dangshan have been destroyed by artillery fire.At the place just entering the city gate, three cars with "Nissan" signs were abandoned there. They were Japanese trucks. What happened to the car driver and driver's assistant who were captured by the enemy? No matter where we occupy, we always look for food first.Food and cigarettes are our favorite things.However, it may be that the Chinese soldiers ate up all the food, and this time they got nothing.Two hours later, we left the town that had been ravaged beyond recognition. The sun still radiated light like a burning fireball.The vast expanse of land stretches all the way to the horizon, the front, back, left, and right are all land, flat, unshaded, green ocean-like land. The sky was blue and blue, without a single white cloud, the sun was shining like flames from the sky, and there was not even a trace of wind in the air. The level of fatigue and pain is beyond words.I didn't go to bed until twelve o'clock at night, and started marching like a tracker at three o'clock in the morning.We are hot, bitter, miserable, physically weary and weary, and overwork eats away at us. The throat that sucked in the dust for twenty-one hours every day was so hoarse that I couldn't make a sound, my eyes were blurred like an old man covered with eye feces, and I didn't know what everyone was thinking, so I walked silently. I imagined facing the cool sea breeze, drinking cold beer to my heart's content, drinking sweet and cool water, eating warmly in a bathrobe, etc., and walked while imagining.Daydreaming is so pleasant, it makes me forget fatigue and pain. If it is hot, I think about cool things; if it is cold, I think about warm things; if it is painful, I think about happy things. From one village to another, from one wood to another, we walked day and night on the vast plain.The wheat field is like a green ocean, boundless. The undershirt and trousers were blackened with sweat and dirt, and gave off a pungent ammonia-like stench.His whole body was covered with prickly heat, and his sweat-soaked underwear felt like needle pricks when he touched it. Dry and wet, wet and dry, leaving only the salt in the sweat.Gradually the underwear turned into rotting rags.The military uniform was also blackened with dust and sweat, and crumpled. How I wish I could actually drink a cold beer and lie down and sleep, just once!This is my biggest wish right now.How envious of the comrades-in-arms Ai Taiyang who retreated to the rear after being injured!Why do you always burn the earth with fire? O earth!Why don't you create a shade for us? the sky!Why don't you send us a cool breeze? I want to curse out loud! There was no shade even in the place to rest, and I was sweating all over under the direct sun. What to do?I don't know whether to laugh or cry.It doesn't matter to us anymore, even if the shells are flying this way, it doesn't hurt that a whole squad dies.It doesn't matter whether it is life or death, even if it is dead, there is nothing to miss.I began to think that it would be better to just grit my teeth and die, then there would be no pain at all. Our feet developed calluses, athlete's foot, and blisters from being overtired, making it difficult to walk.On the sweaty shoulders, an empty backpack is too heavy, and it feels that even a single page is very heavy.The straps of the backpack were stretched across our shoulders, and we bent lower and lower as if we were afraid of looking up at the sun.Some carried their guns backwards, some used their guns as crutches, and some walked away with their guns in their hands. There is no unnecessary item in the backpack, but I still throw some things out every day.Without any happiness or hope, my energy and physical strength were exhausted. In the heart-piercing pain, I began to think about it: "If I die..." If I die, please offer me a glass of beer in front of the altar , You don’t need to chant Buddha, it’s enough to sing "Sado Folk Ballad" for me.For my death, this is more appropriate.I don’t know how grateful I am to sing a song for me compared to monks chanting sutras and making brew for me; offering a glass of cold beer is more precious to me than pouring some water on me.Visit Hell Paradise while singing drunkenly.If you are drunk, you can take the sad face of Hades as a smiling face. Ah, how I wish I could get drunk and sleep and stretch my waist and legs.Are the legs that grow on me really mine?I felt as if someone else's legs were walking step by step in the backpack.It was as if my body was resting on someone else's lap. May 29th. Shangqiu (Guide) has not yet fallen, and the 30th Brigade is launching an attack on it. It is also heard that tomorrow they will use planes to distribute leaflets to Shangqiu to persuade them to surrender.For us, there is only constant pursuit and pursuit, constant marching and marching. It was hot, painful, and hard.Omori said: "I really want to die early." There are still fifty miles to Zhengzhou, but the last fifty miles makes people feel very far away. Did he die from exhaustion, or was he shot and sacrificed?It must be one of the two.Tanaka weakened day by day, leaving only skin and bones, walking like a skeleton. Sickness is stigmatized and stigmatized, and it can be overcome to a certain extent with mental stress and careful physical care. But on a long and dirty front, taking great care not to get sick so that you can fight the whole battle, how difficult it is not to be killed by enemy bullets, to hold on tenaciously and tenaciously, only to unfortunately die of disease , which will attract people's contemptuous gaze.In fact, not only those who were killed or wounded by enemy bombs fought bravely on the battlefield, but also many people who fought bravely but were not killed by enemy bombs.But even if they had fought more valiantly than those who died, and had fought longer and more violently, they must have been looked upon with contempt had they died of illness.And the state does not give them preferential treatment.But what is before us is only life and death, not a question of praise or praise, only life and death for the motherland wholeheartedly. But what a pain Those who were injured and went back to the rear smiled and said: "Goodbye, comrades, you have worked so hard..." They forgot to talk and laugh, and they forgot to hum songs. The dull and speechless team marched in the green in the ocean. "Even if there was a very beautiful woman now, I wouldn't be interested at all," said the supposedly energetic twenty-three-year-old Omori.For young people who should be brimming with youthful vigor, sexual desire is now as useless as the fins on mammals. The gorgeous sunset sinks west at the end of the green sea, and we found a majestic city wall.There is a large willow forest at one end of the city wall.The city wall is like a box placed in the vast sea of ​​wheat.The watchtower and the gate of the city are shining brightly in the setting sun, and two or three stars show their faces early, hanging on the gate and willows, and the birds are singing "Qingqing", flying in the sky, and you can see it everywhere. To the bare ground where the wheat has been mowed.A few village women in the dry fields looked at us from a distance with their backs to the setting sun and hoes in their hands, and there were goats and children beside them.What a serene and peaceful landscape it is! It's Miller's Evening Bell, a famous painting! I am afraid that this picture will soon be broken by the sound of the guns, and will be torn apart by the shells!And will be smeared with the stench and blood of corpses!The sun had completely gone down, and the stars were shining brightly. "The squadron should sneak into the enemy's back." The squadron leader said, stepping into the wheat field.fighting!We forget about fatigue and pain, and suddenly become tense. We crawled through the wheat fields and into the willow woods.There were a few scattered houses, and we unloaded our packs and immediately started digging foxholes. "The Ninth Regiment is attacking in front, the enemy will definitely flee to our side, we will kill them!" The squadron leader explained the situation to us. The night was getting darker, but nothing changed.Soon, it was dawn, but there was still nothing unusual.Could it be that the fish did not enter the net? The birds began their dawn chorus.We emerged from the trenches, breathing the fresh, cool morning air, filling our bellies with food and courage.While we were lighting our cigarettes, the silence of the morning was shattered by the sound of intense gunfire in the distance, as well as the sound of cannon. The attack begins. "Haha, it's done." We smoked cigarettes relaxedly as if we were watching others fight, no matter how fierce life-and-death struggles other troops were engaged in, as long as the fire didn't burn us, we were extremely leisurely. The sun was fully up, and the sound of the guns did not stop, but became more intense. "Saw the army!" came the cry. "What? Where is it?" The squadron leader asked Second Lieutenant Murashita who discovered the situation. "That forest! Walking towards us from the gap in the forest, we can't tell whether it's an enemy or a friend." Second Lieutenant Murashita said while holding the binoculars tightly to observe. "Is it an enemy?" "However, it's too majestic! It's four columns." "Wait for them to approach. All pay attention to concealment. Light machine guns, reload! Call heavy machine guns." The squadron leader's voice was very severe, and the soldiers were very nervous. It's not others who are fighting, the fire has burned on us!The heavy machine guns have been placed, and we are fully prepared for concentrated firepower, waiting for the enemy to approach.A very composed four-row file marched aggressively through the wheat field. "It's the enemy, it's the enemy! Do it well!" The squadron leader's voice was trembling with excitement. "Shoot?" "No, wait a little longer. Get closer, wait for them to come to you, and then shoot together. Listen! Wait for my order." The squadron leader couldn't restrain the excitement in his heart, and said loudly. The enemy didn't know there was an ambush, but was still making strides.We tittered inwardly like demons, waiting with knowing smiles on our faces.Anything feels good as long as it's the right thing to do, and ambushing enemies suddenly is a lot of fun!We lay down tightly on the ground, holding the gun firmly, and in a pleasant and tense atmosphere, we watched the enemy approaching gradually without knowing that the god of death had come. The enemy's troops gradually became larger in our line of sight, and the distance ranged from one thousand meters to eight hundred meters, five hundred meters, four hundred meters, three hundred meters, two hundred meters, and one hundred meters. "Hit!" The squadron leader ordered sharply.A stormy volley burst out instantly, and bullets shot at the enemy like mountains and seas. The enemy's team was suddenly in consternation, terror, confusion, and screaming. Seeing the enemy fell, the well-ordered column fell apart, lost command and leadership, and the enemy soldiers fled in all directions.Our bullets were still relentlessly chasing the fleeing enemy. Our army's machine guns fired uninterruptedly, and the machine gunners poured water on the scorching guns while firing continuously.The machine gun roared like a powder broom beast. The enemy made no resistance, but confusion, consternation, howling, din, screaming, scurrying up and down the battlefield like a madman.Man and machine alike shuddered at the intense and frenzied spectacle.Our transport plane - the bullet - sent the enemy into the sky. Ten minutes later, the turmoil on the ground calmed down.For the enemy, tragedy is over, life is over.The first team stepped forward and stabbed all the fallen enemy soldiers to death.At this moment, a wounded enemy officer twisted his wounded body, bravely raised his pistol and shot at our army, killing four of our soldiers, the bullets shot from the legs to the abdomen. The corpses of enemy soldiers were scattered all over the field, and the ground was stained red with blood. Killing someone is not a crime, it is loyalty to the motherland.With such a loyal heart, we started to advance again in order to continue to kill the enemy.We came to China to kill people, we don't need any rhetoric, just be a murderous devil.History is a history of murder. The scorching sun rises, and the cold sunset sets again. The sun rises and sets like this, day after day.Through the sorghum fields, through the wheat fields, through the woods and out of the village.The indoor temperature is forty degrees Celsius. During this march, I met Jun Cao Hengshan, a friend from my hometown, who was assigned to our squadron.He's full of energy and has a big round shovel in his backpack.During the few minutes of the roadside break, I talked to him, drank water from his water bottle, and broke up.A few days later, the troops entered Ningling City.There was not a single resident in the city, and they all fled with their wealth and other things. The scorching sun that scorched the earth has weakened its rays, and sprinkled the afterglow into Ningling Spring.The spring water is wide and shallow, crystal clear.In order to wash away the battle dust, I went down to the long-lost spring.Soak your filthy body in the warm spring water and feel so relieved as the dirt and dust fall off. At this moment, my desire for money, property, and all other worldly distractions are gone, and I don't feel a little anxious about life. This clear water makes me a pure person without selfish desires. A clear and holy happiness envelops my whole body, which is the joy and joy of life.The deep happiness of being alive came to my heart.To live under the threat of death is an exceptionally grateful happiness. There is a well next to the spring.The coolie was asked to fetch water from the well, but he dropped the captain's kettle into the deep well.I lowered the coolie down the well to look for it, but in the end I couldn't find it.Losing the kettle means losing our lives for us.When I asked the coolie to look for the kettle, Yokoyama Jun and the transportation soldier Dai Yagi Sushi came.Oyagi Sushi went back in a while, and I sat down by the spring with Yokoyama Jun and chatted. It is very cordial to meet friends in my hometown. After I met him in Handan in February, I didn't meet him again until two days ago.We are close friends who walked down the mountains of our hometown and embarked on a journey together, so naturally we talked endlessly. It's tuna fishing season in my hometown now, and if I'm here, it's probably time to mend the fishing nets. "If I can go back alive, I will build a boat," he said. "If you can live"?Yes, if we can live... We recall the scenery of our distant hometown with vague hopes, as illusory as autumn leaves blown by the wind. Thinking that we have only now but no tomorrow, I miss my hometown even more!Since the expedition, the water in the Takeno River in my hometown has been flowing for a year!The reefs off the coast of Japan have been washed away for another year!The Songtao of Inari Mountain has also been roaring for a year!Father, mother, hometown! Soon, the quiet dusk enveloped the mountain spring. I marched and fought day and night, and was so exhausted that my navel protruded from the skin. Because I was so sleepy, I said to Jun Jun, "I'm too tired, see you tomorrow." But Jun Jun said, "I haven't seen you for a long time, let's have a good chat!" and came to my dormitory. There were cucumbers in the field, and the comrades in arms came back with a backpack full of cucumbers.We ate cucumbers and chatted into the night unconsciously.We never thought that this short meeting would become the eternal farewell between me and him.Although we are all ready to die, we still feel the charm of life and have little hope for life. "Then, please take care! I don't know where we can meet next time!" We shook hands tightly and said goodbye, and I sent him outside the dark door. "Hey, goodbye! Take care! See you next time..." His figure disappeared into the darkness. As the pain increased, the soldiers started to complain one after another, thinking that this march had put in the best effort and that human endurance had reached its limit.Now that the compressed biscuits are gone, the grenades are used up, the grocery bags and backpacks are empty, it shouldn't feel heavy, but my tired shoulders can't bear even an empty bag. One afternoon on our march to Nancaoji, we passed a village where exhausted soldiers panted in ants-like ranks. Tian Zhong was getting worse day by day, as thin as dead wood.He leaned on crutches like an old man, walking listlessly, his sunken eyes gave off a faint light, his cheeks were as thin as a layer of paper, his hair was soaked in sweat, sticky, like a mess, and his beard was like grass. grow out of the dirt.Where is his ghost of the barren land with these tangled weeds--head, hat on one side.With a gun in his left hand and a stick in his right, he walked with his waist bent and his weak legs, looking pitiful and desperate.But after arriving at the campsite, he didn't want to hurry up to rest his body at all, but staggered like a wild dog to search around the village.When they see food, they stuff it into their mouths; when they see rare things, they stare eagerly.Poor Tanaka, walking feebly behind me. "There's a girl under the shade of the tree over there." A soldier said as he walked past us with quick steps.He left the army to see the girl, and now hurried after his squadron again. "Oh, really?" Tanaka muttered in a low voice, and he left the army and began to walk back. I was surprised by his abnormal lust. Tanaka, who was so tired that he looked like a living corpse, was not tired. I went back to see the girl.He usually likes women more than others, but he didn't expect his lust to be so strong. Now, no matter what kind of beauty, we are not interested, we just want to have a good rest.But Tanaka turned around and went back to see the girl.His lust should be scorned, his ideas are contemptible, and it is difficult for me to understand his lust.Soon, he will come back with an obscene smile on his face.How I want to spit on the back of that lustful slave. As we approached Nancaoji step by step, our steps became easier and our march became less laborious.The headquarters of the division was located in Weishi City, and the other teams dispersed to go to their respective locations. The battle has come to an end for the time being, and the recuperation that makes us the happiest and most yearned for is coming.In the villages we passed and the ones we arrived, a dozen or so villagers came to greet us and gave us homemade cigarettes in unfiltered paper rolls. Soon, our brigade arrived at Nancaoji. "It's time to rest! The long-lost rest! "Just thinking about it, it goes without saying that we are cheered up and unbelievably energized. While waiting to be assigned the dormitory in Nancaoji, a big black pig ran over, and the soldiers sitting on the side of the road all focused their attention on the pig.Now that I am going to settle down, I haven't eaten good food for a long time. "I can eat a pig tonight!" "Eat this delicious, oily pork!" All eyes were on the pig.Five or six soldiers stood up and chased after the pig.The pigs ran around quickly, and the officials watched the fleeing pigs tirelessly.The pig ran while screaming, and the soldiers chased after shouting.Another five or six people yelled "Look at me", and chased them confidently.But everyone was in vain, and the pig was not caught.When the pig ran towards us quickly, a soldier grabbed it nimbly, and it was the private first class who went to the field.With lightning speed, he pushed the pig to the ground and stabbed the pig's abdomen with a bayonet.His swift, lightning-like skills are amazing, and people can't help but think of a swordsman.Shimoda Goro is really brave. Pig Hem didn't even make a sound, but bled to death.Those who followed were full of admiration, and a knowing smile appeared on the face of the squadron leader, and the team members of Shimoda cheered. Our squadron is responsible for guarding the north gate of Nancaoji.The target of our division's attack is Zhengzhou. I don't know why the division stayed here for a short time.Since we couldn't get in touch with the rear, we started a life of three meters a day.The soldiers' food should have been fed all day, but now it's only half of it, and it's porridge from morning to night.But we requisitioned some wheat flour, cucumbers, chickens and eggs from nearby small villages to fill our stomachs.It was a joyful day to have nothing to do from morning to night, to pass the days by rest and gymnastics, and our overtired bodies recovered quickly day by day.Now, what we think about all day long is how to have a good meal, so the cooks on duty all show their talents and work hard. The requisition team went out humming, and then, with chickens in their hands and vegetables on their shoulders. Wheat noodles and other things came back talking loudly with a joyful smile on their black and dirty faces. At dusk, we sang military songs beside the city wall.The sun was slanting to the west and sprinkled its afterglow on us.In the setting sun, the ancient city wall is shining brightly, and the long shadow of the city wall is reflected on the green wheat fields.There is no sound of civilized machines, no cars, no trains... no gears.Everything is so old, it is a natural scene that is very far away from the times.The military flag is planted on the ground, high up in the sky and hunting.I never dreamed that I would come to such a place and sing.My song echoes in the air.what!Echoes, echoes in the vast and distant world on the edge of Northern China.