Chapter 41 chapter eight

Hang Jiacao, the daughter of the Hang family, seldom sleeps, her ears are wide open as if she has eyes.Her eyes, her skin, the tip of every nail, every nerve ending in her, could hear her son calling her—mother—mother—mother— It wasn't because of madness that people were fearless; it wasn't because of insanity that Jiacao, the daughter of the Hang family, rushed through the sea of ​​flames that would kill her in the front and kill her in the back. The mother just instinctively ran towards the direction where her son was—— But to go to the place where the son is, one has to go through a gate of fire.Then she traveled through the past safely—God bless her, a flame never licked her.

Beyond the Huomen is a tea garden.Jiacao stared blankly at this piece of green field under the rain in the early morning, and she smelled the scent of a kind family——the scent of love from another woman in her family.The shadow of the youthful and daring love of the couple who fell in love under the tea canopy never dissipated even on this desolate morning with bitter rain.Like those mysterious legends in ancient China, they miraculously divided their souls into two - one went forward without hesitation, and the other stayed and waited - lingering in the old autumn tea that no one picked and the same Among the camellias that no one cares about, we are waiting for the arrival of fate-the arrival of the moment when the strong bandits and their relatives fight each other.

And such a moment has finally arrived.As our loved ones cross the tea gardens, our enemies also begin to cross the tea gardens. On the one hand, with bare feet, kissing the slightly acidic ripe land with skin, hair and toenails, walking through the tea garden with the feelings of the people grateful for the gift of God; Trampling and passing over our tea plantations like beasts.Wherever their jackal-like deeds went, our incomparably beautiful tea canopy was deeply trampled into the mud.Her branches without a single thorn, her gentle leaves, her little flowers that never try to impress others, and her plentiful but unknown fruits at one end are all born to be offered to human beings without hesitation. ——Seocho, who loves people infinitely but never guards against them, is trampled on by people because of this.We don't know how she felt when she was buried in the ground under her feet-maybe, this is her way of revenge and waiting-is her way of life in the face of catastrophe-like catastrophe? !

After nightfall on December 23, 1937, while Lingyin Temple, the pure land of Buddhism, was surrounded by fire, Japanese invaders entered Hangzhou along the way, and beside Liuyu Highway in the suburbs, the Japanese army lit up two or three hundred lanterns, burning Jiangnan, China. Pieces of tea gardens scattered on the hills and plains and thatched cottages surrounded by vegetable fields and bamboo fences. At dawn the next day, the Japanese invaded the urban area of ​​Hangzhou in three ways despite the rain. Guchuandu Team on North Road enters from Wulin Gate and Qiantang Gate; The network well troops on the East Road entered from Qingtai Gate and Wangjiang Gate;

Sanlin troops on the West Road enter from Fengshan Gate; When the Japanese troops on the North Road went from Beijing-Hangzhou National Highway to Xiaohe and entered Wulin Gate, Dong Xilin, the first collaborator in Hangzhou and the interpreter of the Japanese Consulate in Hangzhou, brought traitors, big and small, along the side of the Huntang Bridge outside Wulin Gate, and greeted them with bows and bows.Wu You, the eldest son of the boss of Changsheng Tea Shop in Hangzhou, also held a small flag, stretched his short neck, and followed behind, knelt down from time to time and shouted: "Welcome to the imperial army!"

Sure enough, I saw Japanese soldiers carrying guns into the city.The bayonet was shining, and in the light rain, I don't know whether it was dripping with blood or rain.Those scumbags from Hangzhou began to complain: "After all, they are Japanese. If the Chinese are undefeated with this kind of posture, then there is a ghost. If you don't accept it, you can't accept it! You can't accept it!" "That's right." Wu You, the broken foot, is a very successful person. He never forgets to put money on his face, and he quickly answered: "Why is our A Qiao doing business in Shanghai, why is he American and British?" There are so many Westerners who don't recognize the French, the White Russians, and the Japanese orientals as masters? Look at these Japanese dwarves, each of them has a murderous look. How can the Chinese be the opponents of these dwarfs!"

As soon as the words came to this point, the number one traitor covered his mouth and said softly: "Do you still want to die? Those two words—are you calling them in broad daylight like this?" Dong Xilin was warning Wu You not to use the slang of Hangzhou people to refer to Japanese soldiers as Japanese dwarfs.Wu You acted as if he didn't hear it. He broke Dong Xilin's hand with one hand, and pointed forward with the other hand. He cheered up and shouted, "A Qiao! A Qiao! I'm Ah You!" , your elder brother. You see that you have already entered the city on horseback, and I am afraid that I will not be able to pick you up!"

Hang Jiaqiao was wearing a suit, but a pair of Japanese military boots on his feet, a black university coat, and a mustache on his upper lip.He stopped his horse; turned his head slightly, and spoke in Japanese to the Japanese officer on the other horse beside him. Different from Jiaqiao's slightly feminine and delicate face, the Japanese military officer had the face of a tiger and a leopard, with a big beard and sparkling eyes. Hope to send.When Jiaqiao spoke to him, Wu had an admiring look on his face. No matter how he looked at Jiaqiao, he couldn't tell that he was Chinese.He couldn't even remember Jiaqiao's Chinese appearance in the past.

After a few babbles in Japanese, Jia Qiao turned around and said to Wu You: "Brother You, tell Dad that Xiao Jue Dazuo and I will go to the city with the army first, and then come to find you." Wu You saw the little Jue Dazuo staring at him with scrutiny. Wu You felt as if he had been bitten by some poisonous insect, and immediately felt cold.In order to conceal the chill in his bones, Wu You deliberately said cheerfully: "You can go home quickly, the gate of Wushanyuan has been vacated for you." As soon as Hang Jiaqiao's horse was loosened, the horse started to move forward again. The black university was shaking heavily in the light rain, and a sentence was thrown from it, which was darker than the black university soaked in water: "When do I want to go to Wushanyuan?" Is the cave open? Go back and tell them, Hang Jiaqiao, if you want to live, live in Yangbatou!"

The Tenth Army Headquarters and Eighteenth Army Corps of the Imperial Japanese Army entered Hangzhou.The next day, the Japanese military authorities ordered a three-day holiday, and allowed soldiers to burn, kill, loot, and rape women.While one of the Japanese troops was still setting fire to the Nanxing Bridge and gates on the north bank of the Qiantang River, another Japanese army came all the way to the western suburbs. Burning the gates of the second temple added to their joy, and made their bloodlust stuffed from the bone marrow finally have another eruption of ecstasy.Some of these young people from island countries may have never killed a chicken before they set off.But at this moment, they are killing people like hemp, and killing Chinese people like hemp.On the land of China, they immediately realized a truth about killing—killing one person is exactly the same as killing ten thousand people.Murder can even be as painful as smoking opium, and it can be as enjoyable as playing a game.

Of course, as a mortal body, even if you kill someone, there will be times when you will be tired.When they set fire to the Second Temple Gate, it was already daylight. Instead of choosing the surrounding villages to burn and kill, they turned around and stepped into a deserted tea garden that no one paid attention to. In the light rain, the early winter tea canopies of Hangzhou Longjing were shining iron-green. Even in the face of such a cruel enemy, they did not have the kind of dead trees and rotten plants working together to draw their swords and advance.Their silence also has a certain undetermined appearance for a while. And among those young Japanese soldiers in uniform, perhaps just a few came from the tea country of that island country; perhaps some of them had been tea farmers not long ago.Otherwise, how can you understand their surprise and joy when they saw this tea garden?They drew down their sabers and laid them on the tea shed.How pleasing to the eye this piece of Chinese tea garden looks to those young executioners far away in a foreign land—it is really as lush and vibrant as the tea garden in their hometown!The sky was pale and it was raining lightly. It was a nostalgic sky.One of the young Japanese soldiers suddenly held a sword in his hand, faced the tea garden, and sang a song affectionately: Eight or eight nights after the beginning of spring, the mountains and plains sprout tender shoots; This tea song "Picking Tea Song" from Japan's native tea town permeates the melodious melancholy that is unique to Japanese folk songs.And when the young Japanese soldier, who had been away from the mainland for many days, sang a few words, the other soldiers immediately burst into tears—they immediately held swords in their hands like their companions, faced the tea garden, and shouted loudly. Sing: Isn't there tea picking over there?The red-sleeved double-straw straw hat is slanted. Today, under the clear sky and spring light, I came to pick tea in peace. Pick, pick, don't stop!Stopped Japan no tea. After singing the song, some of them took off a few wet old leaves, put them in their mouths, chewed them, and said happily: "Ah, how does the tea in China differ from that of my hometown, Kanzaki County, Saga County?" Is it the same as your tea?" The young soldier raised his face to the rainy winter sky in China with the same joy, and said, "The tea in your hometown probably came from China, right?" "Nonsense!" The other immediately yelled, "the best things in the world are all grown from the soil of our Yamato nation. Only the Chinese can steal from us Japanese!" With that said, he raised the saber that had just killed someone—now that there was no one to kill, they began to chop down the frosty tea canopy in the western suburbs of Hangzhou, China—they wanted to cut a path through the tea garden. Perhaps the Japanese soldier who turned his face to the sky, who was leaving for Japan from China while talking about tea, didn't think much of the arbitrariness of his companions.Maybe he has more knowledge than those soldiers who are hacking in the tea field.Perhaps he knew vaguely that the tea in Kanzaki County, Saga Prefecture was cultivated from the seeds brought back by the Japanese tea saint Eisai from Tiantai Mountain in China eight hundred years ago. However, due to the limitation of his vision; his blind arrogance of the islanders when they are isolated; his limited education from the countryside—about his understanding of the Chinese people, this is about the end. up. Therefore, it is impossible for him to know that here, Zhejiang in China, a corner in the southeast of China, and a certain section of beautiful curves in China's Gold Coast are the sacred places where their tea sage, Rongxi, made two pilgrimages. Eisai's first visit was in the fourth year of Emperor Xiaozong's Qiandao in the Song Dynasty of China, that is, in 1168 AD. It took five months to go ashore, pass through Siming Mountain and Tiantai Mountain, and return to China after visiting famous temples such as Guangli Temple on Yuwang Mountain and Wannian Temple on Tiantai Mountain. Rongxi's second entry was already nineteen years later, in the fourteenth year of Song Xiaozong's Chunxi—1187 AD.At that year, he was already forty-seven years old. As a monk, it could not be said that he was not experienced enough.Why does he still have such a deep attachment to Middle Earth?Is it just Buddhist Zen?In that year, Rongxi entered Wannian Temple in Tiantai Mountain via Lin'an, the capital city of the Song Dynasty at that time—that is, today, the city of Hangzhou, which the Imperial Japanese Army entered with sabers—to pay homage to Xu'an, an eminent Chinese monk, also known as Huaihuai Temple. My Zen master is my teacher. However, when the eminent monk Rongxi clasped his hands together, chanted Amitabha Buddha, and prostrated himself in front of the Arhat Hall in Tiantai Mountain, even though he had advanced mana, he would not have foreseen such an iron-blooded way that his nation would enter China 800 years later.Therefore, when he returned to China four years later in 1191, he also brought in the most gentle vegetation in the world because of the blindness of tea and Zen—the kind that was born in the hinterland of China and grew in the vast land of China, including Tiantai Mountain. The drink of peace that grows - the seeds of tea, and spread it in the Shengfu Temple of Anguo Mountain in Hakata and Lingxian Temple in Jizhen Mountain, Japan. Today, among these Japanese soldiers who murdered and set fire, there are not just young tea farmers from Anguo Mountain and Jizhen Mountain?Some of them may have personally read "Drinking Tea and Preserving Health" written by Rongxi to promote this beverage made from Chinese tea leaves; some of them even were people in the tea ceremony before putting on their military uniforms!In the tricks and styles that have been practiced countless times, there is the painstaking effort of Eisai 800 years ago-it was he who spread the tea ceremony of monks preaching and preaching in major temples in the Song Dynasty in China, thus enriching Japanese drinking. The development of tea art. The hands of the young Japanese who once held the teacup piously—in the dexterous and solemn movements of those hands, there are faint traces of the movements of the ancient Chinese monks—it is precisely these hands that are in China today, in Rongrong. Monk Xi held his breath and walked quietly through the Tiantang Tea Garden, raising his gun and saber. At that time, in a tea garden near Maojiabu not far from Lingyin Temple in the western suburbs of China, our survivor Hang Jiacao, who had just escaped from the fire at Lingyin Temple, was a survivor of Hangzhou Wangyou Tea House. I don't know anything about this tea garden.She has such a dazed expression, supercilious.At the same time, she could smell the smell left by the people of her family here - the smell under the tea canopy.She squatted gently on the ground, groping for the tea plants one by one.She smiled in her imagination, she thought her son was hiding in which tea canopy.She even thought her son had turned into a tea plant.Therefore, while gently moving the branches of the tea canopy, she said softly: "Come out, come out, come out..." In Cha Peng's heart, there was a bird that hid because it was afraid of those humans who killed and set fire. After Jia Cao's gentle call, it mistakenly thought that it was a false alarm.Therefore, this Chinese bird, out of embarrassment and covering up its own timidity, threw itself out of the tea canopy, giggled a few times at Chao Jiacao, and turned its head to look at the early winter's smile. Rainy pale sky. "Tea canopy is the most ideal night bed, but as a bird, after all, it is best to fly freely in the sky!" Thinking so, it spread its wings, and first walked around the palm trees. After flying a few laps, it headed towards the West Lake and went straight into the sky. At this time, the young Japanese soldier who was robbed of a few words by his companions because of Chinese tea and Japanese tea was feeling a little bored.For those who have just been burned and killed, it takes a process for the remaining murderous desire to subside.So the bird in flight provided him with a target.Without thinking about it, he raised his gun to the sky, and it was just that one shot that "swelled". The bird was obviously taken aback, but it had flown away in what was an extremely narrow escape. The gunshots startled Jia Cao, who was squatting in the field looking for her relatives.She stood up in a jerk, staring blankly at the place where the gunshots sounded. The disappointing Japanese soldier was frustrated because of his inaccurate marksmanship, when he suddenly saw half of his body emerging from the tea canopy in the distance.Looking again, it turned out to be a young woman.He put down the gun, laughed maliciously, and walked towards Jiacao while laughing.As he walked, he began to wonder.He didn't understand why this Chinese woman, seeing them, not only didn't hide, but also smiled at them.Looking at her disheveled hair, she is still so confident, she is still eating and drinking something in her mouth - come out!come out! The Japanese soldier didn't know what "coming out" meant, but seeing how the Chinese women were not afraid of him made him quite angry.When he got angry, he habitually raised his gun.Because the action of raising the gun to aim was too subconscious, so up to this moment, he hadn't thought about whether he wanted her dead or alive for the person facing the gun.However, the Chinese woman hadn’t felt the muzzle of the Imperial Japanese Army’s guns until now, she was still standing, and she was still laughing—suddenly she stopped laughing, and she looked angry and cried: "Come out! Come out! I'll go with you!" The Japanese soldier finally got impatient with the behavior of the Chinese woman.He just fired a single shot - it doesn't matter whether she lives or dies.The woman screamed sharply, and then poured tea into the tea canopy from a distance. The Japanese soldier and the surrounding companions all laughed at this time.The sound she made when she was shot was the most familiar scream that came out of all the Chinese civilians when they shot at them on Chinese soil in the past few months. After proving this point, the Japanese soldier got rid of the little grudge that happened with his companion just now.Now, this tea garden can no longer arouse their interest.Since some Chinese people have fallen in this tea garden, this is a land that has been mopped up and trampled on.Therefore, this small detachment, drinking, laughing, dancing, singing, trampling on the Longjing tea canopy, headed east towards Jiuli Song, and went all the way to Yuquan. Blood was flowing down from the left shoulder of the daughter of the Hang family, Hang Jiacao.The piercing pain made her suddenly awake, and then suddenly confused.At first, she was startled by the blood like a normal person when a major attack occurs, and then, the severe pain began to make her fall to the ground and roll over uncontrollably.The blood of this weak woman in the south of the Yangtze River was stained here and there on the tea canopy, on those iron-green old leaves, and even on those white and fragrant camellias. Hang Jiacao, a woman who grew up by the West Lake, her life was originally as peaceful and serene as a camellia, as peaceful and elegant as a camellia.Such a wonderful person like an orchid in an empty valley, but her fate destined her to fight with iron and blood, so that she gave birth to her son and said goodbye to her husband——moaning and tossing in pain in the tea garden.Her voice quickly changed from screaming to moaning.After a few bouts of fainting, she sat up.She suddenly and clearly thought that her son, her white child, Wangyou, was taken away by the group of gunmen just now.Thinking of this, she became furious, and she struggled to stand up, and her blood immediately dripped down her arm.Walking so crookedly and staggeringly, the tea tents squatting on both sides were heartbroken and wept for this tea's daughter, only hated that they didn't have a hand to help her.Those blood-stained tea canopies supported her with their branches and leaves, and became a temporary support for this helpless and suffering woman. After walking this way for a while, Jiacao thought that she suddenly understood something, and she couldn't let the blood flow like this anymore, otherwise my child would be afraid if he saw it.Thinking of this, she actually felt a little refreshed, so she stopped and took out a towel from her trousers pocket with her uninjured hand. Eyes that have been dazed and unable to open are looking for young leaves on the tea canopy.What season is this?Almost all the tea leaves are dull green in fruit, and none of them can be used as a bandage to bind the wound of a tea maker.Jia Cao thought for a while, then simply picked off the small camellia flowers with her mouth, chewed them up, and spit them on the towel.Jiacao took it for granted that this could be used as medicine.Perhaps when doing this, she remembered the past when she used tea to wash the wound of her sweetheart Lin Sheng.So she kept feeding herself: "I'll go with you, I'll go with you!" Thinking of this, she hurriedly bandaged her wound while looking ahead—there , I can still see the traces of those who took me away.Hurry up, hurry up, catch up with them quickly, and ask them to return my son Wangyou.If I don't catch up, it will be too late. If I don't catch up, my child will be taken away forever by them. Like my Lin Sheng, he will never be seen again. Now, the group of Japanese soldiers has also noticed that the half-dead stumbling Chinese woman is following behind them in the distance.It seems that this woman is indeed crazy.They walked forward in half-backwards, turning their heads from time to time and shooting the woman casually.The bullet fell on the tea canopy, knocking the old tea branches into the air, flipping in mid-air with a clatter, and then falling down again.The woman seemed to be completely ignorant of the dangers around her, she was always in a state of deafness, making herself a target in broad daylight. Turned up the small mountain to Yuquan.The group of Japanese soldiers looked back, and the woman was gone, presumably dead.The Japanese laughed and chattered for a while. Does that mean that there are still Chinese people who can't be beaten to death?This opened their eyes!Having said that, they found a place to sit down, leaning against a few big magnolia trees in early winter, and smoked cigarettes beautifully. After chatting about it for a while, they became a little sleepy. After all, they burned and killed for days and nights. Killing people is also a tiring job.They pulled down their hats, and fell asleep slightly under the drizzle of the magnolia tree and the sound of Li Xia's rain on the big leaves of the magnolia tree.They want to reunite with their relatives far away on the Japanese archipelago during this short march. It was the same young Japanese soldier with a little more brains than others. For some reason, he was just a little unsteady.In that brief dream, at first he dreamed of nothing except a piece of fire; later he dreamed that the tea plantation he passed just now was surrounded by fire, all of which was fire, and this patch of green stood out especially in the fire. green, unburnt green.Then, he saw the crazy Chinese woman just now, standing in front of him covered in blood.He yelled at her, but she ignored him, he took a step forward, the woman took a step back, he took a step back, the woman took a step forward.He was furious, and shot in bursts, the bullets bloomed on her body, and the blood flowed out like a spring, even her eyes, her nostrils, and her ears were bleeding out. However, even though the woman had become a blood-human, she still stood calmly and did not fall down.This look of wanting to die made him furious, and he finally yelled: "Bageyalu, what do you want?" Then he actually heard the voice of the woman, with a stream of blood on every word that came out of her mouth, she said, "I want to go with you!" The young Japanese soldier from the tea country woke up in extreme tension. When he opened his eyes, he opened his mouth wide in fright, and his slender eyes squinted in fright—he saw that The woman—she was bloody, even more bloody than what she had seen in a dream, she stood in front of him, her eyes were calm and crazy.The soldier asked softly, "What are you going to do?" Then, he heard the Chinese woman open her mouth slightly, and blood flowed from the corner of her mouth immediately. She said a Chinese word and repeated it. again and again.This time, the soldier suddenly understood her Chinese, and she said, "I want to go with you!" For a moment, the young soldier really felt like he was haunted by a demon.The young man was frightened. This was the first time he showed mercy after he landed in mainland China and after he killed many Chinese.But this instant sweaty palms were immediately interrupted by the awakening of his companions.With his sensitive heart, he suddenly found that his comrades were looking at him with a look that he had never seen before—how could he not be irritated?Because of this Chinese madwoman, this bloody Chinese madwoman, his cowardice may be discovered by his companions-what a humiliation!The young Japanese soldier changed from a half-human, half-beast into a full-bodied beast in human skin in an instant. With a loud roar, he jumped up, drew out his saber, and pointed it at the woman's back with a flash. cut off.The woman screamed again and fell down again. This time, the Japanese soldiers were no longer comforted by the Chinese woman's screams, and almost all of them were angry—it was too much, they thought, the Chinese who should die with one bullet, shot countless bullets Bullets Don't Die - Too Much... In order to show their sympathy for their young companion and to get him out of the scene as soon as possible, the group of Japanese soldiers crossed Qingzhiwu and came to Yuquan Yule Country. The elders of Yuquan Temple have long since dispersed and fled, and there is no one here.Those Japanese soldiers sat in front of the wooden railing one by one, stretched half of their bodies out, chattering about the big fish.In their view, how can such a huge fish grow in China?Why, their Dahe nation has never had a place where they can see such a beautiful big fish?The young soldier shouted loudly: "We deserve to die in China even for these big fish." His words were immediately applauded. Many five-color big carps could not help but rejoice when they found the arrival of the Japanese soldiers.They have not seen people for many days.You must know that since they are born as ornamental fish, they cannot live without peaceful coexistence with people.If fish could talk, they would tell people about the spiritual satisfaction they feel when they are appreciated, and the material satisfaction at the same time-they will always be fed up by tourists.They have long been accustomed to this special treatment from humans—they have been cared for by Hangzhou people from generation to generation for more than a thousand years. Therefore, when the Japanese soldiers also took out dry buns from their pockets to feed them, they were very happy on the one hand, and on the other hand, they didn't feel flattered.They are all big fish who have seen their eyes opened, so they seem to be very measured at this moment.While opening their mouths in a hurry, they calmly passed these people they had never met over and over again. But listen to what those heartless islanders say.If those kind big beautiful fish could know what they said while feeding them, how could they interact with them so kindly like they are now.Speaking of which, they are also spoiled by the people of the country. Every generation of them lives from beginning to end, how could they know that one day they would die so miserably. In short, while these Japanese were feeding the fish with great interest, they were equally interested in discussing how to kill and eat them.During the war, everything was kept simple, hooks and nets were all vetoed.Some of them still wanted to stab them with bayonets, but it seemed impossible.Although the fish in Hangzhou are big, they are fish from the south of the Yangtze River after all. They are dexterous and intelligent.In the end, it was unanimously decided to bomb with a grenade.The young man broke away from the shadow of the bloody Chinese woman just now, and he shouted loudly: "I come, I come, I come!" and then enthusiastically greeted his companions to the safety Then, holding his breath, he followed to the fish pond, gritting his teeth, as if the fish in that pond were all Chinese. But seeing him pull out the fuse all of a sudden, and then let go of his hand, there was only a muffled loud noise in the water—pity those fish who have always been "spending their bodies and drinking flowers", those "like to go deep into the blue waves" "Walking around", the fish was so startled that it turned several feet above the water surface, and after a while.The blood on the water turned up, and many big fish turned up their belly.The rest of the fish had never encountered such a catastrophe before, they panicked for a while and didn't make any claim, they were in a mess, like ants on a hot pot, they flew madly around the edge of the pool. The panic of the fish stimulated the Japanese soldiers. They shouted happily and threw grenades into the water one by one.The water waves bounced back with the sound of the explosion, and some not too big fish flew up into the sky like flying shuttles, and bounced back to those who killed them.Concentrating on the water, at this moment, it is like a boiling pot of blood, spraying on the pool one by one.Yu Le Country, Yu Le Country, where is there any joy at this time?In an instant, this place became a hell country for fish. Those killers just bombarded, bombed, and bombed Yuquan's five-colored big carp until there was not even a single one left. Only then were they satisfied and fished up one by one.The young man was still in a hurry and thought it was too slow, so he plunged into the fish carcasses in the water and threw them up one by one.The fish was heavier than he imagined. When he climbed ashore, he staggered, spitting blood that choked into his mouth, so excited and tired that he couldn't even speak. A group of soldiers like them used their guns as stretchers to carry the fish out of Yuquan.The big fish was so big that its mouth hung on the butt of the gun, and its tail dragged and swept the ground.Only the young one was carrying the gun alone, and the biggest fish was hanging on the bayonet. The fish was almost as tall as him. This time they stopped singing the nostalgic tea-picking song, they sang the military song, and walked out boldly—— Across the sea, corpses floating on the surface, Across the mountains, corpses litter the fields, Die for the emperor, and regard death as home. Their extremely special trophies were immediately highly favored by the soldiers of the same army who continued along the way.A reporter accompanying the army raised his camera without losing the opportunity, took this historical scene, and sent it back to China on the same day, and published it in major Japanese newspapers. The events other than this photo happened shortly after the military reporter left. First, the Japanese soldiers carrying the fish suddenly hinted at the young soldier who was carrying a big fish with his eyes, and then the soldier felt that he was being pulled by something.He turned around, this time he was really stunned - that bloody woman appeared in front of him again.She had already been battered by them, and there was no place on her body that did not bleed, but now she probably formed blood holes because of the exhaustion.She seemed to have become a vengeful female ghost after going through that kind of hell.Yes, the Chinese woman seen by the Japanese soldier is indeed a ghostly messenger of hell.Her lips opened and closed, and no one could hear the sound she made.She stood staggeringly behind the soldier, every strand of her hair was dripping blood, every drop of blood was calling——Wang'er, Wang'er—— The soldier took a step back in shock, and stammered, "You, you, you..." Then, he heard her say: "I, with, you, one, way, go!" The soldier looked around at his companions, he felt that he was cornered, he had a feeling that he was going crazy.Then he took a few steps back and rushed up with the bayonet in his hand. He didn't even have time to take off the big fish hanging from the bayonet, so he let out a heart-piercing howl and stabbed the sharp knife into the ghostly fish. woman's chest. The woman fell without saying a word, but she fell with the big fish in her arms.Now, the big fish was with her, pierced by the bayonet.The young Japanese soldier couldn’t believe his eyes when he pulled out his bayonet——when the woman hugged the fish tightly, there was a gratified smile on her face...