Chapter 26 chapter eight

The massacre was carried out in the middle of the night.Recalling it decades later, Ji Boshun still has lingering fears, always feeling that his body had died in that massacre, and only his soul survived. That night was thrilling and tense.Cannons and gunfire kept ringing, and Japanese planes roared over Qingpu City from time to time, dropping bombs one after another, like dropping bursting suns one after another.The courtyard of the prison was brightly lit by fire.In the flashing flames, the military police of the special law enforcement team with live ammunition and armbands rushed in. Among them were not only people in military police uniforms, but also some people in civilian clothes.

Ji Boshun vaguely remembered that he saw An Zhongliang among the people in plain clothes.An Zhongliang was standing in the courtyard with a small pistol in hand, discussing something with some men in military uniforms.Because he was far away and it was night, he couldn't see very clearly, but from the figure and shape, and from the outline of the face, Ji Boshun believed that it was probably An Zhongliang.At that time, An Zhongliang had already served as the governor and instructor of the Qingpu Anti-Japanese Guerrilla Army of the Kuomintang. When An Zhongliang was talking to those in military uniforms, the special law enforcement team in the courtyard had already started to move. Someone with a light machine gun fired violently at the death row on the right side of their cell.The prisoners who were in the same cell with Ji Boshun knew that the situation was not good, so they began to resist hopelessly: carrying the door with their shoulders, banging on the door with the bed board, dreaming of breaking a way out.Ji Boshun was also frightened and lost control of his bladder and bowels for a while. When the traitors knocked on the door, his legs were so weak that he couldn't stand up.But at this moment, the machine guns fired were aimed at the cell they were in, and a burst of locust-like bullets whizzed in sharply.The seven or eight prisoners gathered in front of the door were shot dead first, and those who survived and those who were injured hurriedly retreated to him.Another burst of bullets poured in, knocking them almost all to the ground.Ji Boshun was also shot and fell to the ground, losing consciousness...

When I woke up, the sun flag had already been planted in Qingpu City.Ji Boshun was covered in blood and was lying in the courtyard of the prison. A Japanese military doctor was cutting his bloody prison clothes with a knife. It was morning, and Ji Boshun saw the morning light reflected on the helmets of Japanese soldiers for the first time. After the Japanese military doctor bandaged his wound, he was still sent back to the cell where the smell of blood hadn't dissipated. About ten days later, a Japanese officer, accompanied by a short, stout Chinese, came to the prison and summoned Ji Boshun to the office of the warden, saying that he wanted to talk to Ji Boshun.As soon as Ji Boshun entered the door, before he sat down on the chair, he found that the Chinese who accompanied the chief had a very familiar face, as if he had seen it somewhere.

When Ji Boshun looked at the man in doubt, the man smiled very kindly, walked over quickly, grabbed his hand and said, "Oh, old Ji, you don't know me anymore?" Yes, he must have seen that person, a long, long time ago, but his mind was so confused that he couldn't remember it for a while. Ji Boshun shook his head numbly. The man couldn't help shouting: "Old Ji, I'm Zhang Xiaohan! When the Qingpu General League went on strike in 2014, I was also a member of the eight-member executive committee. After the strike failed, you went to Lushun, and I went to Shanghai. you forgot?"

Having said that, Ji Boshun remembered, yes, it is Zhang Xiaohan!This person came from Shanghai after the General League strike broke out to join the executive committee temporarily, and was recommended by Gao Ming and An Zhongliang.He also met him at that time and had meetings with him.This person was impassioned at every meeting, and later I heard that he was also imprisoned by the Kuomintang. How could he get together with the Japanese today? It's unbelievable! Ji Boshun really wanted to know how this person got here in the past ten years. Zhang Xiaohan didn't say anything, let go of Ji Boshun's hand, gradually restrained the smile on his fat face, said something to the Japanese chief in Japanese, and then said to Ji Boshun: "Old Ji, your situation, I and The Japanese military knows that even though you have been working for the Communist Party, even though you have received red education in the Soviet Union, the Japanese army still does not pursue it, and the Japanese army still wants to liberate you and give you freedom! You also know that it is not the Imperial Japanese Army that quickly entered Qingpu , even if you are not executed by them this time, you will be executed by them next time, neither the Kuomintang nor the Communist Party will allow people like you to exist!"

Ji Boshun looked at Zhang Xiaohan silently, didn't answer a word, he just wanted to understand what Zhang Xiaohan and his Japanese master wanted to do? Zhang Xiaohan went on to say: "They say you are a traitor, they say you Trotskyites are all traitors, of course, they also say that people like me are traitors, but I think not only you are not traitors, but we are not traitors either! The Emperor of Japan The army came to China to liberate us Chinese from the enslavement of European and American whites, and save us from our colonial status! As a conscientious Chinese, why must we stand on the side of European and American imperialism? From a standpoint, how about opposing Japan, which has the same yellow skin and black eyes as us? Old Ji, are you right?"

This is a complete traitor theory, and it is not worth refuting at all. To refute him is to flatter him. Ji Boshun suppressed his disgust and listened numbly. "...Akira Mitsui read your case files, and admired your talent, courage and extraordinary experience very much. The Colonel believes that you may cooperate with the imperial army and take up an important position in the temporary reform government of Qingpu City. Mitsui Colonel Akira thinks that you are a rare talent, and it is a pity that you have not had the opportunity to display your talent so far." Zhang Xiaohan said a few words in Japanese to Mitsui Akira, who nodded, walked up to him, and said to him in blunt Chinese: "Ji, yours is good, very good! Yours, cooperation? Cooperation! Imperial Army protect you!"

Akira Mitsui stretched out his big black-haired hand in a friendly manner. Ji Boshun didn't hold it. Mitsui Akira's eyes gradually became round, and Zhang Xiaohan's face changed: "Why, Lao Ji, you don't want to do it?" Ji Boshun stood up slowly, looked directly at Akira Mitsui and Zhang Xiaohan, and said indifferently: "Send me back to my room!" Zhang Xiaohan was stunned: "Hey, hey, old Ji, you... Are you crazy? Are you addicted to jail?" Ji Boshun was furious, and with all his strength, he slapped Zhang Xiaohan severely: "Shameless! Send me back! You, Zhang Xiaohan, are a traitor, and I, Ji, are not a traitor! Our real Trotskyist opposition Comrades are not traitors! We want to overthrow the Kuomintang reactionaries with one hand and Japanese imperialism with the other! Tell your Japanese masters, this is my answer, the answer of a revolutionary Marxist!"

The result of this kind of answer must be to continue to be imprisoned——to be imprisoned by the Japanese, and the charge has changed from a traitor to an anti-Manchurian anti-Japanese element, which is both absurd and true. However, in the first days, the Japanese military still placed certain hopes on Ji Boshun. Apart from Zhang Xiaohan, they also ordered several other acquaintances who had become traitors to do Ji Boshun's work.One of these acquaintances was his Trotskyist classmate Wu Guoping, who had traveled around for Ji Boshun's case a few years ago.I really don't know how the Japanese knew about their relationship, and how they got Wu Guoping over from Shanghai.Ji Boshun's answer to Wu Guoping was as usual a scolding meal.

Until 1940, when the Nanjing Wang Puppet Nationalist Government was established, Ji Boshun was officially sentenced to 15 years in prison by the Qingpu Court under the Wang Puppet regime. This is the third sentencing.If you add it together with the seven years in Shanghai for the first time and the twelve years in Qingpu for the second time, you get a total of thirty-four years in prison, and when Ji Boshun got the thirty-four years in prison, he was only thirty-four years old. seven years old.Thirty-seven years old is the most active time in one's life, but Ji Boshun entered the darkest period of life when his thoughts were the most active...

When recalling this period of time, Ji Boshun said in "People Who Are Faithful to Faith": "...the prisons of the Japanese are the most unbearable. They don't let you read books, don't let you read newspapers, and don't even let you touch any paper. They just separate you from the world, from any political and social aspects of human beings. The group is separated. This is not the case in the Kuomintang prisons. They allow you to read books and newspapers. Later, the Communist Party’s prisons also allow you to read the works of Marx, Engels and Lenin. This is really important for a revolutionary... ..." The dark period when the Japanese ruled the prison was very long, and Ji Boshun was fully mentally prepared at the beginning.He knew that thinking would be torn and distorted a little during this long and exhausting time.In the situation of being completely isolated from the outside world, his mind, his intelligence will gradually degenerate, and eventually he will become like a stupid pig.After understanding the terrible consequences, Ji Boshun is determined to resist with the power of faith and tenacious will.He forced himself to concentrate on recalling the past events in detail for a period of time, and stand on today's standpoint, re-judgment and analysis from multiple angles, so as to maintain the health of thinking. This is a very interesting thing: let the free soul happily separate from the imprisoned body, let the soul put on the wings of imagination, fly freely in the vast world, in the flowing years, and let the completed The life process becomes a rehearsal again and again, and the memory and imagination are turned into a solid start. Well, let's start it all over again! At the reckless and fiery age of twenty-two, he walked on Mary Road in 1925. He was not looking for that beautiful sun-like face, not saying goodbye to a bourgeois lady in vain, but In the name of class, he went to her to announce the rift between them. Oh, he met Zhao Heizi and Liu Chengzhu.Yes, it happened.He didn't evade, but walked towards them and talked to them: Although he was gone, An Zhongliang was still there, He Gongcheng was still there, the struggle would continue, and he withdrew just to welcome tomorrow's struggle.They understood him, invited him to dinner, held his hand and said goodbye to him solemnly, asking him to take care of himself.He was so moved that he hugged them and assured them that he would be back. In the Soviet Union, at Sun Yat-Sen University in Moscow, when that Hesky from the Comintern talked about the united front to them, instead of applauding, he booed.He confidently shouted to him from the audience: "Listen more to Comrade Trotsky's opinion. Only he can see the problems of the Chinese revolution most clearly." Oh, at that time, he should not just be Trotsky His sympathizers should be his firm believers. Yes, he was a firm believer in Trotsky.As he walked on the muddy field, Trotsky held up the forehead of a thinker, calling to him: "...go forward, don't stop, the real revolutionary Marxists are us! Mao Zedong-style Populism, and their teams with peasants as the main body, cannot accomplish the great task of the Chinese proletarian revolution! They violate the basic ideas of Marxism both in theory and in practice! Even if their revolution succeeds by chance, it cannot With the nature of the proletariat, the heavy responsibility of the Chinese proletarian revolution has historically fallen on your shoulders..." He listened to the voice piously and even with some trepidation, striding forward, walking, into the suffering land of China. He and his Chinese comrades did not engage in idle chatter, but went deep into the factories, into the barracks, and built a strong and influential Trotskyist opposition among the workers, among the soldiers, and among the peasants who sympathized with the revolution. faction organization. The dark and long time, when Ji Boshun swallowed the corn bread with acorn noodles and dreamed daydreams, gradually passed away little by little, and gradually turned into new daydreams in his future prison life. However, fortunately, Ji Boshun survived in the inhuman prison ruled by the Japanese with his daydreams and tenacious beliefs. In 1946, when the Qingpu military and police authorities of the Kuomintang took over the prison, they made a statistic: In just eight years from 1938 to 1945, among the more than 4,900 state prisoners who were not executed in Qingpu Prison, there were More than 3,000 people died while serving their sentences due to various inhuman tortures, and only 1,800 people survived. Ji Boshun was one of those survivors. Ji Boshun said in "People Who Are Faithful to Faith": "...I hardened my bones in the Japanese prison. My firm belief gave me strength. This is on the one hand; on the other hand, my body gradually adapted to the inhuman treatment and the Harsh environment. I learned to exercise with a moderate amount of exercise in a cramped cell. I learned to live regularly like a free man. I even learned to satisfy a middle-aged man's sexual hunger with restrained masturbation. All this They all laid a strong psychological foundation for me to continue my longer prison life..." When talking about masturbation in prison, Ji Boshun made no secret of it, and said frankly that the object of his imaginary venting was always Miss Qian Er, the 21-year-old Qian Fenfen in 1925.Ji Boshun knew clearly: from the class theory, he had to break with this bourgeois lady, but he couldn't masturbate without thinking of her.Ji Boshun thinks this is a contradiction, and it is also a deeply buried personality split that is usually not easy to detect.