Chapter 9 chapter eight

The sergeant's name was Li Quanyou, and the soldier's name was Wang Pusheng. My aunt Meng Shujuan and her classmates knew this the next day.The young soldier was only one month old, and he was pulled into the barracks directly from the sweet potato field in front of his house and put on his military uniform.On the day he put on the military uniform, he got a long gun and a bullet belt, and was dragged to the threshing ground, where he learned a few assassination moves and practiced a few shooting postures, and then he was dragged to Nanjing.He didn't even catch a shot, because the officer said that the bullets were too expensive, so they should be saved on the battlefield.But he only got a few shots on the battlefield, and then he was defeated. When the entire army surrendered, he didn't quite understand that his military career was over, and his fifteen-year-old life was almost over. .

Sergeant Li Quanyou's left leg was badly injured, he was stabbed four times, and the tendon behind his knee was broken, so this leg seemed to be the first part of his body to die, being dragged by him weakly and in the way.How he and Wang Pusheng were shot to death, and how they escaped, was only found out by Major Dai's repeated questioning. At the beginning, when Major Dai asked him, he said: "What about it? Damn, I'm not that wimpy." Pass!" Or say: "I don't remember anything!" It was not until the third day, after drinking some wine, that he told the major what had happened. Soldiers and women have become confidants in times of need.

The story was told to Fabio by Major Day, and Fabio passed it on to Father Engelmann.When my aunt Shujuan and other female students heard about it, they had already chopped off the head and tail, and it was fragmented.When Shujuan grew up, she met Fabio and Adonado who had resigned from the priesthood, and heard the story of Li Quanyou and Wang Pusheng from Fabio again. At that time, Fabio told the story through his memory and experience. Where the imagination edits, where the stories don't connect, is filled in by the macroscopic knowledge he's acquired about that war over the years.Moreover, before Fabi told this story to the adult Shujuan, she had already told it to countless people, and the story was constantly improved and logicalized in the telling, so Shujuan heard the story told by the elderly Fabi in the 1980s , it is more plump, even literary.

The story goes like this, Li Quanyou and Wang Pusheng's troops lost contact with the headquarters on the second day after they swore that "everyone is in the city, knock down the last person".That is to say, their chiefs don't know where to fight next, how to fight, and they can't know the direction of the enemy's attack.The officers didn't know that they had already been betrayed by a bigger officer. The slightly more advanced and better radio equipment at the front line had already been loaded onto vehicles and ships and transported to the rear.An air force of 300 planes was President Chiang's only air combat force, which also made him an enemy position for government reconnaissance, so the artillery lost its direction of fire.The infantry was transferred from different places. They lost the radio to communicate with each other. No one knew who to cooperate with or who to reinforce. Some troops were only one step away from preventing the enemy from breaking through the city, but the casualties were too heavy and the ammunition was exhausted. And the friendly forces near them missed the opportunity for reinforcements because they didn't understand the situation.

Among the units that were supposed to reinforce the friendly army but did not move, there was a 30-year-old veteran named Li Quanyou. When the Japanese soldiers broke through the friendly army's position and strode past them into the city, they realized that they had died in a game of chess. chess pieces. Fortunately, as the sky darkened, they staggered past the enemy in a daze.During the night, they were betrayed by their superiors.Officers above captain all ran away after dark.In the early morning, a Japanese helicopter came, and a traitor yelled through the loudspeaker: "Chinese soldiers, the Imperial Japanese Army treats prisoners preferentially! As long as you lay down your weapons, what is waiting for you is rice, hot tea, and canned food from the Imperial Army." Fish!..." By now, the Chinese soldiers hadn't smelled rice for three or four days.The plane circled the hill, and under the cypress trees on the hillside, there were Chinese soldiers with their heads up.After a while, the plane turned back, and the traitor in the loudspeaker turned into a Japanese woman, drinking a Chinese song with a Japanese tongue.When the plane turned back again, the sky was covered with white paper, yellow paper, and pink paper.The Chinese soldiers picked up those papers, and a few people who could read said: "This is a leaflet spread by the Japanese, asking us to surrender!" Some who were more literate said, "It's said on it, I promise not to kill or fight." , guaranteeing food and housing, and saying that as long as they resist, they will be wiped out. All the Chinese troops in Nanjing have surrendered, and they are all receiving preferential treatment!" There is also a leaflet that is not so polite, saying that the waiting of the Japanese imperial army is not infinite Yes, if you don't surrender by five o'clock tomorrow morning, it will be too late.

During the night, Chinese soldiers discussed all possibilities.Li Quanyou was the squad leader of their company, and he proposed to the platoon leader that they could break up into pieces and escape in the dark, and try their luck if they could escape.The platoon leader said: "I am afraid that the Japanese have thought of what you have thought of." Another sergeant squad leader said: "We are holding these leaflets. If the Japanese don't count, we can ask him to comment. These leaflets are in black and white. Credentials! The name of their commander is still printed here, how dare he deny it?!"

Surrender and surrender regulations are printed on some leaflets: first, collect weapons in piles; second, soldiers form teams in squads, platoons, and companies, with the leader holding a white flag—white sheets or white shirts; third. , Every soldier and officer must raise his hands above his head and come out of his hiding place. The Japanese army advocates order, and those who disturb order will be severely punished. Li Quan didn't even have a mouthful of dry food, but he still had half a bag of cigarettes.He filled pot after pot of smoke, trying to make up his mind whether to surrender with the main force, or to cat down quietly, or to sneak out in the dark. If he had something to eat, he would not follow and surrender.All the brothers took out their cigarettes and gave way to each other. The damp and cold breath was exhaled by the dense pine and oak trees, and poured into the flesh and blood of thousands of hungry men at night. Only smoking could give them a little comfort.

They didn't know that at this moment, Japanese soldiers ten times smaller than them were looking at the sparks on the densely packed cigarette butts at the foot of the hillside, feeling a little afraid: this is a powerful military group after all, in case the false surrender by leaflets fails, is difficult to deal with. Li Quanyou finally gave up his plan of escaping and lurking.The outcome of the surrender is known, at least the Japanese leaflets give them a vague glimpse of the next step, but the outcome of the escape and lurking is unknown.And Li Quanyou, like all his comrades-in-arms, always believes in collective decisions when bad luck is uncertain. A collective is the sum of the courage of thousands of people. Much easier to bear.

At five o'clock in the morning, the first white flag of the Chinese soldiers was raised.It was a white sheet held up by a bugler.The bed sheet was forgotten by a regiment leader after he escaped.The bed sheet was cut into four pieces and sent to the four regiments respectively. The fog had just risen, and when the Chinese prisoners of war arrived in front of the Japanese soldiers, they realized that there was such a disparity between the outnumbered and outnumbered.If they broke through last night, they should be able to get out, because they don't have radio equipment, so they can't know the overall situation of the Chinese army, and they were taken advantage of by the enemy.

In this army, there was one with the longest life, who lived until he was in his 80s and into the mid-1990s.This veteran learned from the concentrated historical materials all over the world how shameless and deceitful the Japanese army was when they attacked Nanjing in 1937, how they planned a deception early on to drive apart the Chinese army, and at the same time surrendered unit by unit.They have not had a shred of sincerity in implementing the Geneva International Treaty on Prisoners of War from the very beginning.The eighty-year-old veteran looked at a group of Japanese tour groups wearing the same sun hats, and his heart ached from a scolding.

That's another story.Now I have to go back to Li Quanyou's story. From another small road, came a team of lightly wounded, among them was a teenager with his head tied in a triangular scarf.Li Quanyou's company was ordered to stop at a fork in the road and wait for the wounded soldiers to pass by first. It seemed that the surrendered Japanese soldiers thought very carefully and let the wounded enter their safe environment of "food and shelter" first.At this time, Li Quanyou and the soldier Wang Pusheng were still strangers. Under the leadership of the four white flags, the Chinese prisoners of war walked on the road in silence.Ten meters away, there will be a Japanese soldier holding a long gun to escort, and sometimes a Chinese translator will appear and tell the prisoners: "Follow up! Hurry up!" When encountering such traitors, there will always be a prisoner in the team. Two men asked them, "Where are the Japanese going to send us?" "I don't know." The traitor would answer like this, his face was as blank as the escorted Japanese soldiers. "Is there food and water ahead?" A prisoner of war would ask. "Is that still possible?" said the traitor. "The Japanese really don't fight or kill?" "Don't kill! Hurry up and move forward!" There are really some desperate Chinese prisoners of war with those leaflets in their arms. When they see the traitors, they will take out the leaflets and show them to the traitors. These prisoners of war who have exchanged a few words with the traitors will soon become broadcast stations in the team: "Really not to kill?" "He said not to kill..." "Really give food?" "He said yes." As they passed it on, the words changed more and more according to their wishes: "There will be food before the end! Walk a little longer and we will be there! The Japanese never kill prisoners of war!..." After walking for a while, they still had no clue about where to eat and where to live. The prisoners of war suspended their hearts and asked each other again: "Who did you hear just now that there is food?" "Listen to you!" "I said Is it? I mean, I’m afraid I’m about to give out food..." "Then find a translator and ask!" At around ten o'clock in the morning, the fog began to lift, and they came to the outside of a blown-out factory building.The Japanese officer and the interpreter exchanged a few words, and the interpreter shouted to the Chinese prisoners of war with a metal microphone: "Chinese officers and soldiers, please rest here for a while and wait for the order from above." A Chinese soldier was very courageous and asked loudly, "Is the meal here?" The Japanese officer's eyes were pointed at him like iron, and the hearts of all the Chinese prisoners of war were cold. How could this look like giving food and shelter? They saw that the city they had passed through two days ago was now devoid of life, empty and haunted. The interpreter learned the meaning of the Japanese officer and shouted to the Chinese prisoners of war again: "The place where the meal is served is by the river. After the meal is served, you will be transported to the island in the middle of the river by ship, where you will open up wasteland and farm. The Japanese military rations, It will be provided by you in the future..." All Chinese prisoners of war were settled by this confession.Anyway, it's a credible confession, and they see their next step further, even though they are too hungry to stand up, and they are in a better mood.The translator went on to say: "During this rest period, everyone needs to be patient for a while, cooperate with the Japanese officers and soldiers, and let them tie their hands..." The tin horn was still rapping, and the Chinese soldiers had already expressed their doubts loudly: "Why tie our hands tightly?!" "They have guns, we are unarmed, and they want to tie us up?!" "Don't do it!" There was a commotion. A Japanese officer let out a roar, and all the bayonets went into preparation for the assassination together. The Chinese soldiers became quiet, and the formation shrunk a little. The iron trumpet began to convey the meaning of the Japanese officer: "The binding is because we are afraid that everyone will not observe discipline and lose control. It is very dangerous to board the boat and cross the river. It is very dangerous to mess up on the boat. The imperial army is considering your safety." The traitor yelled loudly, but it still didn't dispel the doubts of the Chinese prisoners of war. A Chinese prisoner of war yelled at the interpreter: "Tie our hands, how can we eat when we go to the river?" The translation can't answer.The Chinese prisoners of war were all reminded by this sentence, that's right, didn't the Japanese talk about eating by the river?Why do you say that the binding is for the order of boarding?How do you serve the bowl and take the buns when you are all tied up?There are only so many Japanese soldiers, is there enough manpower to feed us?Just believe them, which sentence should we believe? The Japanese officer approached the interpreter and asked the Chinese prisoners what was the matter?The interpreter smiled and pointed out the inconsistent plans of the Japanese officers. The Japanese officer thought for a while, then murmured to the interpreter, the interpreter turned around, raised the loudspeaker and said: "Chinese soldiers, the Lieutenant Commander thinks that you are reasonable, but he is not thoughtful. In this way, everyone will camp here first, and wait for the food supply to be contacted." Department, let everyone know." Wang Quanyou and his comrades were escorted into the open space of the factory by the Japanese soldiers. More than 5,000 prisoners of war filled the inside and outside of the factory building to the brim.Excessive exhaustion and hunger still made the prisoners of war sit upright and fell asleep.They woke up one after another when it was dark, and none of them had the strength to stand up from the ground. Li Quanyou's position was on the periphery, one step away from him, was a long bayonet, he looked up along the bayonet, and saw a blank face with no content - a Japanese soldier of eighteen or nineteen years old, Li Quanyou asked: "Water? Is there any water?" The Japanese soldiers looked at him like a mule or a piece of furniture. Li Quanyou made a gesture to drink water, thinking that the eyes looking at a wooden bench would not be more numb than the eyes of the Japanese soldier. "Drink water!..." Another Chinese prisoner of war asked Li Quan together, gesticulating and chanting, reading the two Chinese characters slowly and carefully, it seems that the slow Chinese characters can be used as Japanese characters I understand. The Japanese soldiers remained silent and motionless. Several Chinese prisoners of war joined in, gesticulating and chanting to the Japanese soldiers: "Water! Water! Water!..." Li Quanyou said: "What kind of bastard are you pretending to be? You clearly understand! No food, no water!" "Water!...water!..." More Chinese POW requests. The Japanese officer roared again, and the bolt was pulled. The Chinese prisoners of war murmured in low voices: "I knew I shouldn't have entered this dilapidated factory. I can't even fight with them!" "If you want to fight hard, you should fight hard in the morning, when your stomach is not so flat!" "I knew I would have fought last night, we have so many people, so many guns!" "If you know that the Japanese only have this kind of people, you don't pay attention to what it says in their leaflets! You have to fight!" "Okay, I didn't fight back then, and now I regret having a dick!" Li Quanyou concluded. The translator appeared in front of the Chinese prisoners of war again at this moment: "Chinese officers and soldiers, because of the failure of the logistics supply, we can only let everyone endure for a while, cross to Jiangxin Island and have dinner..." "Surely there is something to eat?" "Mr. Zhongzuo assures everyone! I have already agreed with the cooks on Jiangxin Island, and prepared steamed buns for five thousand people!" "Steamed buns for 5,000 people!" The Chinese prisoners of war were all talking.Any concrete numbers add credibility to the information at this point. "I don't know how many buns a person can give?" "Can you manage to be full?" "How long does the boat take to get to the island?" The translator added: "So, the boat is already waiting by the river, now please cooperate and line up and come out..." The Chinese soldiers stood up with almost the last of their physical strength. It took three or four seconds for each of them to spin around and their eyes dimmed before they gradually stood still.Most had a layer of sweat on their backs and foreheads.When they walked out of the collapsed factory gate, the interpreter said in a relaxed tone: "Please cooperate and hand over your hands to the Japanese army to bind them. In order to order the boarding, I can only ask you to be wronged for a while!..." Looking at the bayonets at dusk, they seem to be denser than in the daytime.Beams of dozens of flashlights shone on the faces of Chinese prisoners of war.The traitor continued: "It's just for the sake of safety and no trouble. Please don't get me wrong!" Li Quanyou felt that the austerity of the Japanese was a bit inconsistent with the friendliness of the traitors.He didn't even have the physical strength to ponder and analyze.The hunger, thirst, terror, and anxiety of this day really turned him into a walking wooden bench. It was another hour of marching. When Jiang Tao was heard, a moon appeared in the sky. The team changed from double file to single file, and gradually reached the riverside. When the last group of prisoners of war reached the riverside, the moon was already shining brightly in the sky. One by one, the Chinese prisoners of war were standing on the river beach with their hands tied behind their backs. Soon someone asked, "Where is the boat? Why is there no boat?" The translators didn't know where they went, so they could only ask and answer: I'm afraid they will come here soon. This is not a pier, and boats cannot berthed. I'm afraid the boat will be parked at a nearby pier. The river wind carried more than 5,000 Chinese prisoners of war with fine water droplets like dust. "Then what are we doing here?" someone asked. "Wait for the boat?" Someone replied. "Didn't the ship be waiting for us?" "Who said this?" "That traitor translator said it." "What he said is useless! There is no pier here, how can the boat stop? Of course, it must be parked at the nearby pier, and we will come here when we get on the boat." "Then why don't we just go to the pier and get on the boat?" This sentence made everyone who commented dumbfounded.The person who asked this question was Li Quanyou's platoon leader. He was thirty-one years old, and he knew some writing and brains.Li Quanyou saw the fear in the eyes of the platoon leader. As soon as the platoon leader arrived on the river beach, he looked at the terrain.This is a concave-shaped beach. The side facing the Yangtze River is a concave gap, surrounded by highlands on three sides.The road from the high ground to the beach is very steep and narrow, which is why the Japanese soldiers made the double columns of Chinese prisoners of war into single columns.Who would dock a ship with a lot of passengers here?impossible. The platoon leader asked Li Quanyou to look at the top of the high ground on three sides.There were densely packed Japanese soldiers, the moonlight shining on their weapons, and a heavy machine gun was erected at intervals. "What's the matter? What are you waiting for?" No one has answered such questions. Some prisoners of war could not stand up, and sat down. Hunger and thirst made them tame a lot, and they were resigned to their fate. After waiting for the moon from one side of the sky to the other, the boat still didn't come.The feet that used to be sore from the cold and frozen to the ground seemed to be gone now.The wrist tied with the rope also went from pain to numb to non-existent. "Damn, I should have known that they shouldn't be tied!" "That's right, if your hands are not tied, you can still fight!" "There's the name of their commander on the flyer!" "When will I wait? If I don't freeze to death, I will starve to death!" Li Quanyou kept turning his head and looked at the Japanese soldiers on the high ground on three sides. They seemed to be waiting too, and the machine guns were all in a waiting posture.Judging from the positions of the moon and stars, it was the third watch. After the fourth watch, most of the Chinese prisoners of war were waiting to be stupid, and some were about to go crazy.The wounded were lying leaning on each other, and some of them were covered with a cotton coat or quilt. At this moment, they were all moaning: the cold in the middle of the night hurt even good flesh, let alone cracked flesh.Only one young wounded soldier was fast asleep, and that was Wang Pusheng. At this moment, the place where Wang Pusheng was napping was seven or eight people away from Li Quanyou.The wounded get a special treatment: they are not tied up. Li Quanyou turned his head again and saw that the sky behind the Japanese soldiers on the high ground on three sides was getting brighter, and the densely packed steel helmets were turning blue.As soon as he turned his face away, he heard a slight sound, so light that he couldn't be sure if it was an illusion.That sound should be the crisp gesture of the officer holding the command knife—the sound of the blade cutting the airflow in two.Li Quanyou is a clever and cunning soldier, who can fight and kill, and also escape and hide.Especially the last two skills, so that he will be a soldier when he reaches his thirties, and he still needs to be full. Just when he heard this subtle sound, his mind flashed, he was going to fall first.That is to say, in his heart that he doesn't trust anyone, especially the veterans of the enemy, he secretly feels that he and more than 5,000 brothers are falling into the trap of the Japanese.He has never been able to figure out what the Japanese intentions are for setting the trap, but he understands that the trap has been completely closed.Those who set off the trap would not have good intentions, so when he heard the slight sound, he quickly looked around his feet.He was three or four feet away from the river, and he had no hope of escaping there. There was a slightly concave ground on the right side of his feet. At this moment, all the Chinese prisoners of war heard the sound of metal rubbing.Someone said, "What are they going to do?" He was answered by a dozen machine guns firing simultaneously. And Li Quanyou had already pointed at the recess he was optimistic about and fell down. The body of a comrade fell on top of him, twitching, the head drooping on his back, and he was instantly soaked in a shower of hot blood and brains.The other body rolled to one side, then to the other side, and rolled into the recess along the slope. Finally, Li Quanyou felt that his lower abdomen was heavily pressed.The power of the dying life is really great. The body holding him is arched upwards, and the waist is propped into an arc. The pain makes the body repeat this difficult and acrobatic movement, but every time it is repeated, the arc shrinks and flattens. The ripples of life gradually calmed down like this.Li Quanyou understands that human viscera can also call out, and the sound made by the arching human body from the depths of the viscera is really tragic and ugly. The gunshots rang for a long time, and the body covering Li Quanyou was shot dead needlessly and then shot again. Every time he was hit by a bullet, the gradually cooling body had to live again, and there was a big vibration, which was directly conveyed. After entering Li Quanyou's body, it diffused into his consciousness and soul, so he was shot again and again. When the surroundings became quiet, the blood and other life fluids of his comrades on Li Quanyou's body had solidified to freezing point, and the Japanese soldiers came down from the high ground.At first they tried to make their way among the dead bodies everywhere, but they found it very difficult. Some leather boots simply stepped on the corpses. They complained about something, maybe the boots were ruined by blood and mud.As they walked, they poked at the corpses of Chinese soldiers with bayonets and toes. Yesterday they believed that they were going to eat steamed buns and canned fish!The kind-hearted and bullying Chinese peasant boy was lured into the trap just like that.The Japanese soldiers yawned and chatted, and stabbed the corpses that looked a little alive. Li Quanyou just listened to them talking and stabbing them all the way. One of Li Quanyou's legs felt the cold wind from the river, and he hoped that the Japanese soldiers would ignore it and mistake it for a dead leg.A few minutes later, his exposed leg was being targeted by a Japanese soldier, who plopped the bayonet into the thick muscle of his thigh.The muscles tightened instinctively, making it difficult to pull the bayonet out.Li Quan gritted his teeth protruding from his lip, and disguised the leg as part of an unconscious corpse.The slightest movement would undo all previous efforts and lead to a second shot.The second knife came down and stuck a little below the first knife.Li Quanyou could hear the sound of the sharp steel knife piercing into the flesh until it reached the bone.His whole body is the sound box of the killing sound, which amplifies the sound several times and transmits it to his brain.Therefore, the sound of friction between the steel and the flesh made the brain "buzz", and all the perception, memory and thinking were instantly erased, turning into white light.When the fourth knife was pierced, Li Quanyou felt that something was broken behind his knee, and the two broken ends quickly bounced back to his thigh and calf. It was a thick tendon. Diffuse to the whole body. The complete silence brought Li Quanyou back to life. He didn't know how long he had been in a coma, but he knew that he was alive, his hunger and thirst were gone, and a rebirth-like heat came from his whole body. He waited for the opportunity, and waited until it was dark again before he slowly rolled over under the corpse.This turning over is absolutely impossible in ordinary times, no matter how difficult the military training is, no soldier can complete it. His hands are tied behind his back, and one leg is useless, so he can only rely on the other leg for all turning movements. It took about an hour for him to turn from lying on his side to lying on his side. It is convenient to lie on his side, and he can crawl on one shoulder and one leg. He moved carefully and kept his movements as small as possible. Now he is not sure that the Japanese soldiers have withdrawn. When he got to the execution ground, the sky was getting darker and darker, and the more cautious he walked, the more severe the pain caused. He kept stopping, wiping the sweat that fell into his eyes.When night came, he walked five or six meters away. The five or six meters of forced march made him drenched in sweat. Two days of thirst did not prevent him from sweating.He wanted to climb to the riverside, no matter what, he had to drink enough water before making any further plans. This time he stopped because he heard a slight sound, and he was sweating profusely and immediately turned cold. Could it be that the Japanese soldiers really left behind the guards of the dead bodies?He didn't dare to breathe, he covered his open mouth with his shoulder, and after listening for a while, the voice spoke in Chinese: "...here...the wounded soldier...Wang Pusheng..." Li Quanyou searched, but no one seemed to be alive around him. He held his breath and remained motionless. The voice came out again: "...help..." He could recognize the voice of a male doll, and there were quite a few male dolls caught by the impromptu arrests.The male doll took his insect's cry as a cry, thinking that it should be heard within a few miles. Li Quanyou found Wang Pusheng, who was also covered by a corpse. He was stabbed in the stomach. If it weren't for a corpse's calf resting on his stomach, he would have been cut open.Li Quanyou saw the corners of Wang Pusheng's mouth twitching into the bandage wrapped around his face. Knowing that Xiaobing was in pain, he wanted to cry, so he said, "Don't cry! I won't take you away if you cry! You have to think about it, we What a fate, what a fortune, to survive!" The soldier shut his mouth.Li Quanyou asked Xiao Bing to find a way to untie his hands tied behind his back.Xiaobing started to work with his weak hands.After more than an hour of unraveling, the two gave up several times, and finally untied. It is much more convenient for Li Quanyou to move with four missing limbs now.He climbed to the river first, and the corpses of his companions built a dam on the river, and he had to push some corpses into the water.Then he drank bloody river water, soaked a cotton military cap, crawled back to Wang Pusheng, and squeezed the water from the cap into the soldier's mouth.Xiao Bing simply hugged the wet hat like a baby who got a breast, and sucked heavily. After they both drank enough water, Li Quanyou and Wang Pusheng lay side by side with a cigarette stick in their mouths.Li Quanyou had his own cigarette stick on his body all the time, and he found a cigarette stick on the body of Wang Pusheng nearby. "Boy, now that we've made a drink and smoked a bag of cigarettes, our spirits will be revived, and we'll make a way to escape." The first bag of cigarettes Wang Pusheng smoked in fifteen years was in a pile of dead bodies, which he never expected.He imitated Li Quanyou, sucking and exhaling, hoping that what Li Quanyou said was true, and he could really rely on it to boost his spirit. "If you don't have water to drink, you will die in three days, but if you have water to drink, you will live for a long time." Li Quanyou said. A bag of cigarettes is most of his life on this beach of the dead. After smoking, Li Quanyou felt that Wang Pusheng would not be able to let him go, no matter how burdensome he was. Impossible, Li Quanyou had already taken a good look at the route when he was smoking. The river beach surrounded by highlands on three sides has the possibility of climbing up only one side.The reason for this terrain is that it is easy to dispose of the corpses, just push them all into the river. Li Quanyou found a first-aid kit in the corpse of a company commander, tore it open, and pulled out the first-aid bandage and cotton wool inside.There was also a small tube of ointment in the first aid kit. Li Quanyou guessed that it was nothing more than a disinfectant and anti-inflammatory ointment, so he spread it on the cotton wool and blocked it against the kiln on Wang Pusheng's stomach.Wang Pusheng groaned. "Look at the sky, why is the plane flying?" Li Quanyou said. Wang Pusheng stared at the night sky with tearful eyes, and Li Quanyou clubbed in the small piece of intestine that was exposed outside the skin. This time Wang Pusheng passed out without crying out. Li Quanyou thought, fortunately, after two or three days of starvation, his intestines were clean and transparent, and the risk of infection was less.He waited beside Wang Pusheng, waiting for the soldier to wake up and take him away.If the soldier can't wake up, he will run away alone. The little soldier Wang Pusheng's breath is very weak and will stop constantly.Several times, Li Quanyou's fingertips could no longer feel a trace of heat coming out of Xiaobing's mouth, but when he touched it carefully, he found that Xiaobing's heart was still beating. Li Quanyou knew that the longer he waited, the less likely he would be to escape. The enemy would eventually come to deal with these thousands of corpses, maybe they would come at dawn.And this young soldier just won't wake up.He found himself clenching his fists tightly, not because of the severe pain of his leg injury, but because of the anxiety of waiting. Perhaps Li Quan had wavered and wanted to leave the soldier Wang Pusheng and escape alone.But when he told Dai Tao about this experience, he didn't admit it. He said that he could never be so wicked. With Wang Pusheng's help, he untied the bondage. Watch until dawn. At dawn, Wang Pusheng woke up, a pair of bright black eyes opened on his gray face like a corpse.He looked at Li Quanyou who was lying next to him. The two of them were covered with a cotton coat that was hardened by plasma.Li Quanyou said: "Boy, we have to go." Wazi said a word, but it was so soft that Li Quan didn't hear it clearly. "What?" Wazi repeats.Li Quanyou understood, Wazi said that he couldn't leave, he would rather die here than suffer that painful crime again. "You let me wait for you all night?" Li Quanyou said. Wang Pusheng begged him to wait a little longer, and when his stomach pain stopped, he must go with him. Li Quanyou looked at the increasingly white sky, and put Wang Pusheng's arm on his shoulder. He was quite well-trained, and he could walk on one leg and dragged someone on his shoulder.It is an advantage that a soldier weighs less than a load of wheat. The fog rising from the river can be used as a smoke bomb, which is another advantage.Great benefit. After climbing eight feet, I heard footsteps in the fog.Taking advantage of the cover of the fog, Li Quanyou immediately squeezed between the two corpses.The heart beats at the base of the tongue, and it can jump out with just one mouthful. The sound of footsteps resounded on the three sides of the high ground.It wasn't the footsteps made by the feet in military boots, but Li Quanyou heard someone talking next: "... there are thousands of people?..." It was Chinese! "I still can't see clearly, the fog is too thick. Gou Ri shot so many Chinese soldiers!" "You bastard Japanese devil!" Judging from their accents, these men spoke the local dialect of Nanjing.And they are all in their 40s or 50s, Li Quanyou analyzed. "Then there are only a few of us, how many days will it take to dispose of the corpse?" "You bastard Japanese devil!..." Cursing and complaining, they walked to the bottom of the high ground. "Throw them all into the river, why don't you fill up the river?" "Hurry up, or the dog days may come!" The men started to move like ants gnawing bones. Li Quanyou thought that it might be more beneficial to be exposed now than later, because the Japanese would show up at any time, even if these Chinese wanted to save him, they would not be able to save him under the eyes of the Japanese. So he shouted: "Which big brother, help!" All the discussions fell silent in an instant, so quiet that the sound of Jiang Tao hitting the corpse seemed noisy. "Help!……" The second shout attracted a person, who stepped forward cautiously, struggling to move forward through the irregular gaps left by the corpse's shoulders, head, legs, and arms. "Here!" Li Quan used his voice to guide him in the thick fog. One person took the lead and the others became daring, and walked towards Li Quanyou and Wang Pusheng through the path cut out of the corpse mountain and sea of ​​corpses. "Keep quiet!" The person carrying Li Quanyou said, "Find a place to hide you first, and then think of a way when it gets dark." From the river beach to the top of the high ground, Li Quanyou learned that these people wearing all black vests were laborers temporarily recruited by the Japanese army, and they specially dealt with Chinese prisoners of war who were secretly shot. Most of these burial team members were also shot to death after the coolies were over, but in the early morning of December 15, 1937, the burial team members did not know that the same tragic death was waiting ahead.Some of those who were not shot were because they took refuge in the Japanese and became the lowest rank of traitors, some were purely lucky, and there were a few smart ones who felt that it was not a good thing to earn salary and rations (earning well) by doing this in the later stage , suddenly disappeared.Anyway, it was the few survivors of the burial team who told their experiences to my aunt's kind--the kind who were determined to kill the Japanese soldiers from December 1937 to the spring of 1938. The person who investigated the Nanjing massacre incident to the end. The morning after the soldiers entered the church, Gu disappeared.