There is more than one place for wolf smoke.On the hillsides surrounded on three sides, smoke rose one after another.As the skyline turned from yellow to red, and then into purple, the pillars of wolf smoke turned black, and the flames at the bottom lit up, getting brighter and brighter.At last the sky was completely dark, and the flames came out" " roar. The village is full of women's hurried clogs.They hunched over and ran fast, yelling as they ran, "The Chinese are coming!" Since that thing called the atomic bomb leveled Hiroshima and Nagasaki, the Chinese often came to shoot or throw a few bomb.Women quickly get used to running hunched over.The last time Manchuria recruited soldiers, all the young men under the age of forty-five also left, and most of the remaining villagers in front of them were women.The women called their children home, and the teenagers of fifteen or sixteen had already taken their positions at the shooting port of the village wall.The wall protecting the village is half a meter thick, with two rows of shooting ports on the upper and lower sides, surrounding the village for a week.Six Japanese villages have protective walls, which were built when they first came to Japan. At that time, they all thought that the head of the headquarters was unnecessary. These days are different. People in Dailang Village shouted "Chinese are coming", just like Not long ago, Chinese people all over China shouted "the Japanese are coming" as horribly.

Three days ago, villagers from six Japanese villages assembled and set off for the small railway station in the northernmost part of Manchuria.That station was called Yantun, at the northernmost tip of Manchuria, where they got off when they came to Manchuria from Japan.They plan to take the last train bound for Busan, South Korea in Yantun, and then they will take the boat back to Japan and go back along the route they traveled westward to Manchuria many years ago.There are more than 3,000 people in the six villages, and many of them brought their livestock with them to ride or drag their luggage for the elderly with weak legs and impatient children.We waited at Yantun station overnight, but what we got was a telegram from our headquarters telling the villagers to return to the village immediately, because a large number of Soviet tanks had already passed the Sino-Soviet border and might collide with them head-on.Dr. Suzuki of Dailang Village jumped on the train and told the villagers not to listen to the headquarters. Forward and backward are both gambling, and the real Japanese should choose to move forward.The train moved on empty, an empty window, with Dr. Suzuki's unwilling face sticking out, still shouting: "Jump on it! You idiot!"

The wolf smoke filled the air and pressed low over the village, condensing a strong and spicy smell into the suddenly cold air after autumn.The flames gradually multiplied into countless torches, spreading all over the mountains and plains, as if people from all over China were coming, their roars were far more terrifying than gunshots: "..." A teenager lying on the firing port fired first, and all the teenagers fired at the torch.They closed their eyes and gritted their teeth, shooting at the densely packed fire points.Those hot ideas were actually miles away.There are more and more torches, and a group of torches can be multiplied in an instant.But the torches were not close, and the roar was always far away, like thunder rolling in the sky.

The villagers were summoned by the village chief to the open space in front of the village shrine, and it seemed that they had to evacuate if they did not evacuate. It was almost dawn, and the small train in the distance made a "woo" sound, and maybe dozens of wagons of Soviet soldiers were brought in.The village head's urgent notice said that no luggage, only children.No one listened, how could it be possible to evacuate "Manchukuo" without luggage.Their village chief shouldn't be someone who neglects such important details. There must be board and lodging arrangements along the way for such a large-scale evacuation.On the faces of the women, there is a kind of serenity that has finally come to an end.When they came from their motherland Japan many years ago, the banner was "Wildland Reclamation and Pioneering Group". At that time, no one knew that their government had seized the vast fields from the Chinese.Now the great reckoning of the Chinese people has begun.A villager from Sakito Village died in the market a few days ago, and it was an ugly death.

The 51-year-old village head stood in front of more than a dozen senior officials, silently waiting for the clogs to stop.He said not to inquire about each other, and not to whisper.People complied.And he said, stand closer, closer.The crowd moved in an orderly manner, and soon formed a square formation.Babies fell asleep in the arms or backs of their mothers, and older children dozed against the adults.The village chief's voice was low, with the dryness of smoking a night of cigarettes.He said the decision was the result of their joint vote—him and all the living senators: it must be over before dawn.The village head is not good at words, and when he can't think of words to say, he bows to people repeatedly.He struggled to express his meaning: the Japanese are the subjects of the sun, and the shame and humiliation of defeat is far more painful than death.He also said that Soviet soldiers killed three or four Japanese men in a nearby Japanese village last night, and robbed a grain of food and a livestock.Look at the wolf smoke on these mountains again!There is no way out!The Chinese will rush down all the time!In the words of the Chinese, their current situation is "ambush from ten sides" and "besieged from all sides".

At this time, a sixteen-year-old girl standing in the back dodged behind a beech tree, and then she shrank and ran quickly to the village.The girl suddenly found that her earrings were not on her ears.The earrings are gold, which she secretly took from her mother's jewelry box, just for beauty and curiosity.Sakito Village is the girl's mother's natal home, and the girl's home is in Dainami Village on the other side of the railway.Ten days ago, when the world was in turmoil, her mother asked her to come to Sakito to take care of her grandfather who suffered from stroke.One night, my grandfather, who had difficulty walking, disappeared.The grandfather's body was discovered by the dogs in the village. Most of his body was in the river, and his feet were stuck in the crevices of the stones on the river beach.Grandma didn't cry much, she was very blessed to be able to understand her husband through such a death.

After finding the earrings, the girl ran barefoot to the village shrine, clogs in her hands. The girl missed the sharp turn of the situation.After her figure disappeared in the dark morning, the village chief said on behalf of the elders that they had made a choice for the five hundred and thirteen villagers.The village chief said that he had chosen the most dignified and least painful route to evacuate "Manchukuo" for everyone.For women, it is the only way to defend chastity. People are starting to feel weird.The drowsy children also smelled the misfortune of fate, and all looked up at their elders.The two women couldn't help holding each other's hands.A woman standing outside dragged the five or six-year-old boy to the side, looked at it, and then slipped a little more. With only one step, he was about to slip into the poplar forest that was only planted in spring.What on earth are the village chief and elders going to do to them...

The elders stood solemnly behind the village chief.The village chief announced their decision.He said that if you are a Japanese, you should die with dignity together with the Japanese.The Council of Elders managed to get enough bullets. Everyone went into momentary shock in astonishment.After a long while, a dull person said, did they commit suicide together?Why? !Some women cried: I have to wait for my husband to come back from the front line.The village chief's voice suddenly changed, becoming vicious and vicious. The village head said: Do you want to betray the whole village? At this time, the darkness has been diluted, and the sky is getting lighter every second.

The girl who came back with the gold earring was standing about ten paces away, and she just heard the word "suicide". The village chief said he was a good Japanese, so he died a good one.He decides to start with a senator and give everyone a good death.The old man was very accurate with marksmanship, and he failed to die in the two world wars. This time, he will die for the country as he wished.Right in front of this shrine where the burials of their ancestors are placed, everyone falls with dignity, dead in their own company. The women started to mess up, making excuses incoherently, unwilling to accept "good death".The women thanked the village chief and asked him not to lead them to their deaths.The children didn't fully understand, but only understood that "a good death" is not a good thing, so they all opened their mouths wide, raised their voices, and cried loudly.

Gunshots rang out.Just one shot.The village chief was seen lying on the ground.Everything is pre-arranged, and the village head takes the lead in doing good Japanese.The village head's wife began to cry, and she also cried to her mother before marrying the village head.Now she was crying and lying next to her bleeding husband, just like crying and lying on the marriage bed on a wedding night.Every day of her life she never thought about twisting her husband's wishes.The women all burst into tears, and the village head's wife set an example for them, where else would they want to escape.After the second shot, the village head and his wife went back in pairs.

The seventy-year-old veteran put down his submachine gun and looked at the village chief and his wife who were lying together.Their children all died on the battlefield, and now the old couple rushed to have a happy reunion.Then there are those elders.They stood in a row, their backs no longer hunched over, and an eighty-year-old man was drooling, but still dignified.The old people are very orderly and come one by one, just like the food shortage after the defeat, queuing up to get the rice balls.A few minutes later, the younger generations of the old people gathered around the old people to form an eternal family portrait. For some reason, people gradually became peaceful, and every family gathered around the elderly.The children are still ignorant, but feel a strange security.The sense of security silenced the neighing babies, their thumbs stuck in their mouths, their heads slowly turning from side to side. At this time, a voice shouted: "Dohe! Dohe!" A sixteen-year-old girl named Dahe was watching all this with a pair of crazy eyes.She saw her grandmother standing there alone.Everyone's only fear at this time is that no one's own flesh and blood will fall against you warmly, and then go cold together.The girl Duohe absolutely doesn't want this kind of family dependence at this moment.Families huddled together, and bullets couldn't open them.The gunman no longer looked like a human being, with blood all over his face and hands.His marksmanship was very useful. Occasionally, some people who rebelled against the collective ran out of the square, and his bullets easily caught up with them.Gradually he gained experience, and it was easier to get people down anyway.His bullets are well prepared, enough for him to distribute death to everyone in double. The girl named Duohe saw the gunman stop, and she heard a strange sound very close, and she couldn't tell the sound was from her upper and lower teeth.The gunman looked around for a while, then drew a samurai sword from his waist.Just now his shooting performance was not satisfactory, and he needed to rework with a knife.With all the rework done, he looked at the knife, ran his thumb along the blade again, and set it aside.The knife was softened by the hot blood.He sat down, untied his shoelace, and tied one end of it to the trigger of his submachine gun and the other end to a rock.He took off his blood-soaked shoes that weighed ten pounds, and his socks were also blood-red.His two bloodstained feet clamped on the stone attached to the trigger, and he stood upright. "Tat-tat-tat..." After many days, the girl named Duohe's mind was full of "dap bang bang" gunshots. After listening to Duohe's upside-down narration, the five village chiefs sat down one after another on the horizon of the harvested autumn crops, at the same height as the rising sun. After sitting for ten minutes, the head of Dailang Village stood up.The four village chiefs also stood up, and none of them patted the dirt on their buttocks.They had to go into the village to see if there was anything they could do to help.Help with closing your eyes, tugging at your clothes, and maybe a couple of others who need help with twitching, moaning, and suffering. Looking through the branches and leaves of the tree, five hundred and thirteen men, women, children, and children seemed to be camping in the wild, and fell asleep all together.The ground was soaked with blood and turned black.The blood flowed profusely, splattering the trunks and leaves.In one family, the guns did not disperse, and the blood flowed in one stream. It flowed from the shallow groove between the two stones to a slightly lower place, but it was too thick, and a huge bright red blood sphere condensed on the edge of the stone. It is solid but not solid, like jelly. Dahe followed behind her village chief, the smell of blood swelled in her nose and throat, and she was about to suffocate.She wanted to find her grandmother, but quickly gave up: most of them were shot in the back, so they all fell face down, and she didn't have the strength or courage to turn over and identify them one by one. Originally, the village chiefs came to Sakito Village to discuss the route to evacuate "Manchukuo", but now they understand the final statement of Sakito Village.Among the nearby Japanese villages, the Sakito village was the leader, because they were the first to migrate from Japan to colonize Manchuria.At this time, the village chief of Lang Village suddenly covered Duohe's eyes.In front of him was the body of the shooter.The head of Dailang Village is very familiar with this old sharpshooter who participated in two world wars.The old sharpshooter was leaning against the tree trunk, the gun still in his arms, the rock on the trigger had come off his shoelace.The bullet was shot through the chin, and at this time his hollowed-out skull was facing the sky like a sacrificial vessel. The head of Dailang Village took off his coat and put it on the remaining half of the old sharpshooter's head.It seems that there is nothing for the five village chiefs to step in to help.Then light a fire. The village head of Dailang Village spoke.He said that it should be like this: the gunman in each village must be responsible to the end, and ensure that he shoots himself after lighting the fire.The village chiefs replied that this was the only way to go, and they could only rely on the selflessness of the shooter.It is indeed a pity that the gunman will eventually leave his body to the Chinese or the Soviets. None of them noticed that the girl named Dahe was quietly walking away.As soon as she was out of their sight, she ran wildly, with a huge tuft of hair behind her.She is not a girl who is good at running, and she can't get rid of the shyness in her crotch even if she runs so crazily.Duohe had to run more than ten miles, risking crossing the railway infested by the Soviets, and ran back to the village to tell his mother what kind of home the village chief wanted to make for everyone.She had to race against the village chief with her bad legs, and to be ahead of him, and tell her about the clotted blood cell of the whole family and the half of the old sharpshooter's cranial cavity facing the sky. Memories, wisdom, secret thoughts splashed red and white on the trunk.She has to tell her neighbors this, so that they have more choices before "good death". Just as she saw the railway bridge, there was another gunshot from the direction of Sakito Village.Dahe's footsteps fluttered, and then he ran faster.Going down the slope is the railway bridge, and you can already see a few trains parked on the railway.A Soviet soldier squatted at the door of a wagon, seemingly brushing his teeth.Dahe's face was scratched by the branches, and at this moment he was stung by sweat.She couldn't cross the river on the bridge, so she had to walk down the hillside and find a shallow place to wade across.And the hillsides downstream were full of hazelnut trees, dense and wild, and she didn't have the time or energy to fight with them one by one. What if she wasn't watery enough to cross the river? Dahe didn't realize that he was sobbing.There is such utter hopelessness in the world. She turned around suddenly and ran in the other direction.In a village not far from here, there are three Chinese who often work for her family.My mother called one of them, a Chinese man in his thirties, "Fudan".They got on well with their mother, and occasionally smiled at each other.Duohe can ask Fudan to take her home, and the Soviet soldiers will treat her as a Chinese.Dahe and his mother came to this village once, and they followed Fudan to see an herbal doctor.But she couldn't speak a word of Chinese, so how could she convince Fudan to cover her crossing the railway bridge guarded by the Soviets? Duohe regretted it before he entered the village.A group of Chinese children were playing games at Tunzikou. When they saw her, they stopped in a hurry and stared at her with stern faces.In the past, they would be stern when they saw her, but they never looked at her.One child said something in a low voice, but she couldn't understand the rest, but she understood the word "Little Japan".Before she could decide whether to run or not, a seven or eight-year-old boy had already thrown a stone at her.Then stones, clods, and livestock dung swept across, and it was too late for her to run, and her retreat and approach were cut off.She could only shrink into a small ball and sit on the ground, howling loudly.Little men are just as helpless with crying girls as are big men.They gathered around, looked at her for a while, and then came up with a hand and gently picked up a lock of her Japanese hair. After looking at it, there was nothing special, and then put it down again.Another hand came up and pulled her back neckline down, and looked at her Japanese spine, which was no different from the Chinese spine.After a while, the boys were annoyed by her crying, and all ran away with a yell. When Fudan saw Duohe, he didn't need to listen to anything she said, but he knew what he should do: he should send her home immediately, and he must not let the neighbors see a little Japanese woman appearing in his home.Fudan put a piece of his own rotten gown on her, and then wiped a handful of mud on her face, just like how girls in the village used to deal with Japanese soldiers.Fudan was too poor to afford an animal, so he pushed her on a cart and crossed the railway bridge. When Fudan sent Dahe home, Dahe fell asleep.Her mother asked Fudan to put Duohe on the floor inside the door, bowed softly, and said thank you more than ten times in a soft voice.Mother can speak a total of thirty or forty Chinese characters, and at this time she used them beyond her budget.After Fudan left, his mother lightly took off the gold earrings on Duohe's ears, but Duohe didn't wake up. When Dahe woke up, he jumped up from the ground. It was too late, and the village chief had probably returned.The noon sun illuminated the fields very white, and Tahe stepped on them with bare feet and felt the ground drift backwards.Mother trotted back with the bucket in her hands, half hunched up, not to give the assailant any convenience.Dahe stamped his feet, blaming his mother for not waking her up, it was already late at night. The news that Dahe brought back became widely known immediately.Soon, the people in Dailang Village sent a few boys to send the news to several other villages of the Japanese pioneering group.There are not many men in Dailang Village, not even elderly men, and the village head has always been the head of all the women.Once the village head comes back and takes charge of the house for them like the head of Sakito Village, it will be too late.The news was too sudden, and it would take them an hour at the fastest to pack up.You don't need to bring anything else, you have to take all the food, and there are self-defense rifles distributed by each village, five for each village.In any case, they must escape before the village chief returns.They admit that the people of Sakido Village are good, but they don't want the Japanese who are led by the village chief to do the same. As the sun went down, villagers from the five "Great Japan Manchurian Pioneering Group" gathered on the playground of the elementary school in Dailang Village.Everyone is asking questions, and everyone is answering to others.No one person is qualified to lead such a large group.They only heard that there was a Japanese shelter in a city more than 500 kilometers away from them, from where they could catch a boat back to Japan.There were three or four thousand people in this group, mainly women and children, and they got on the road with the compass of a middle school student.The cattle are almost gone, and the rest are either too old or too young.These old and young animals became the mounts of the old people. All the women embarked on an expedition of more than 500 kilometers with broken clogs.A woman named Awen was eight months pregnant and ran from the front to the back and then to the front, pestering everyone to ask about her husband Kirishitaro and her son.Everyone was too tired to speak and just shook their heads.Dahe carried a bag of rice balls on his back, and staggered behind his mother.The mother carried her four-year-old sister on her back and held her eight-year-old brother by her arms.Duohe was staggeringly proud of his success today, and in the end he still won a race against the village chief.She didn't even suspect that it took a long time for the village chiefs to deal with the funeral affairs of the villagers of Sakito Village.She had forgotten all about the burst of gunfire she had heard near the railway that morning.The shots came from a group of Chinese guerrillas.This is a civilian armed force of uncertain nature, capable of doing both good and bad things. Resistance to Japan, suppression of bandits, and anti-communism all depend on who gets in their way and who they can gain the upper hand on.They were planning to go to Sakido Village to find something: find revenge for wrongdoing, seek revenge for revenge, seek advantage for advantage, but they met five Japanese village chiefs who had evacuated to the entrance of the village, and they shot and fulfilled them ahead of time. The advantage of people missing the village chiefs is the third hour after departure.It was dusk, and the procession of 3,000 people left the main road and walked onto a dirt road as wide as a cart. The procession became long and loose.The mothers kept begging the procession to stop so they could comfort the children who couldn't walk.There are always women who say to their children who are on the side of the road: The village chief is here, hurry up!They thought that if the village headman was present, maybe he could make the children stand up from the ground with their bloody feet.At this moment, gunshots rang out from the sorghum fields on both sides of the road.The first to fall were two old men riding on cattle, and then several women running back down the road were also shot.The children cried loudly with their bellies outstretched, and an old man understood it and yelled, "Get down, don't move!"People got down on their knees, and the screaming old man had been shot.Before the guns they brought had time to depress the bullets, the battle was over. When the team regrouped, it was discovered that more than 30 traveling companions were missing.No one had any digging tools. The family members of the deceased cut off a lock of hair from the corpse, put the corpse in a ditch by the roadside, covered it with decent clothes, and continued on their way. Attacks happen every day.People are so used to the dead that they don't bother to cry, they just untie the food from the dead person's back silently.People are also accustomed to respecting the wishes of the wounded and executing them in the fastest and most economical way.There are also those who are unwilling to be executed, and Awen is one of them.When Dahe saw her, she was pillowed on a lump of soil, and the bed was covered with his own blood.The baby that emerged from her womb also lay in the blood, having lived its minutes-long life.She waved her bloodstained palms and shouted "Come on" to everyone who passed her. She thought she was smiling, but in fact she kept showing her teeth.She would say to everyone who approached her: "Don't kill me, I will catch up with you in a while! I haven't found my son and husband yet!" The rice balls and the dagger were left to her. The old people saved the young people rice balls, bullets, and trouble. Several people agreed that they would plunge into the water when crossing the river, and they would die without a sound. People explored their experience and found that the hit rate of bullets at night was relatively poor, so they changed to travel at night and camp during the day.On the night of the fifth day, when people got up, they found that several families camped near the camp had been hacked to death with knives.People said guiltily that they were too tired to hear anything.Some people say, so what if you hear it? Dahe's mother taught the women to identify wild vegetables and fruits.The distance has been doubled, and we have run out of food.She told the women that the Chinese could turn every weed and leaf into food.She learned this skill from Chinese long-term workers.Fortunately, it is autumn, and I can find a forest of wild nuts to harvest enough dry food for two days.All the mothers cut off the hair of their teenage daughters and put them in dark boy clothes.Although the road became more difficult day by day and the team was reduced every day, they still walked 390 kilometers behind them. One early morning, they came to a birch forest and were preparing to camp, but gunshots rang out deep in the birch forest.Now that they have experience, they immediately dodge behind the tree and lie down, and the children are all covered under the mother's body in an instant.The opponent's gunmen were very generous, and they fired bullets one after another.Anyway, the armistice is over, so there is no need to save ammunition, and if you can't hit, the gunners cheer in Russian when the fight is lively.Several teenagers who had just learned how to shoot guns began to fight back.They have had the sweetness of shooting: once they encountered an attack, they returned a few shots, and the attacker gave up.But this time their counterattack was precisely a mistake. They stabbed the hornet's nest, and the inertia of the Soviet soldiers who were not very serious in fighting came up again. The people left the dead and retreated, dragging the wounded.The terrain was fairly favorable, and behind them was a gentle downhill slope.After withdrawing for a hundred meters, Russian shouts suddenly appeared from the other end, and a circle of encirclement had been closed.Now it's moving and being bulleted.The teenagers fought back indiscriminately, and after only firing a few shots, they clearly showed their positions to each other.Soon, the teenagers fell down one by one. The firepower is getting more and more fierce, and if the Soviets are aroused, they have to be let out for a while. A grenade exploded next to Dahe's mother, and the smoke dispersed, and Dahe had lost his mother, brother and sister.Dahe's father died in the Philippines a year ago.Fortunately, the current dangerous situation does not allow Dohe to think about her new identity as an orphan.She was crying for the whole family while following everyone to break through. After breaking out of the siege, the number of people in each village was added up, and only half remained.From the start to the present, this downsizing accounted for two-thirds.More than a hundred people were injured, and all the hemostatic powder was used up at once. The next evening, people woke up to find that all the wounded had committed suicide.They conspired together at night, determined not to drag everyone down, and then quietly supported each other, walked fifty meters away, and committed suicide in various ways. Another day passed, and the team was almost crawling on the mountain road.They changed their routes again and again, choosing more remote roads, all of which went through deeper mountains.The children who hadn't had water for two days in a row couldn't be coaxed. The babies on the mother's back were either lethargic or howling -- no longer howling, but howling like a dying wild cat. Not a single grain of rice was left.The mothers who have not had enough water and rice still stuff their dry and wrinkled breasts to their children, to babies who are nursing, and to children who are half-grown. Even those children who have lost their mothers, they have to use their own pair breasts to take care of.The team has long been invisible and stretched for three miles. Children are found missing and adults are found dead.The only sentence that can make the children start walking is: "It will be there soon, and you can go to sleep when you arrive." Their expectations are not high now, as long as they can rest their feet, it will be good. They have long believed that "there will be water when we arrive." Drink and eat." Such a procession, shaped like a withered ghost, was walking in Northeast China in September 1945.The autumn leaves all over the mountains and plains are burning red. Autumn in the Northeast is very short. When they camped in the morning, there was hoarfrost all over the fields.They rely on wild fruits and vegetables and their belief in reaching their destination to nourish their internal organs and body and mind.By the fifteenth day, the number had dropped to thirteen hundred. One morning they encountered a Chinese militia.They walked too close to a market town unknowingly, alarming the more than 300 regiments stationed in the town.The regiments used all good guns and cannons made in Japan. They blocked and fought first, and then chased them.They ran into the pine forest on the ridge, and the gunshots behind them gradually died down.The women broke through with their children on their backs and in their arms.Dahe carried a three-year-old girl on his back. He was having a high fever, and he sprayed a small ball of fire on the back of her neck with one breath.The girl's mother, Qian Huizi, held a boy under one year old in her arms.Regardless of the bullets, she would still bite them, and she sat down on the ground with white foam hanging from the corner of her mouth.Another woman came back to pull her. She hooked her feet to a tree and resisted desperately.The child in her arms was crying shrilly, and her eyes were wide open like holes left by an out-of-body soul.At this moment, she leaned down towards the crying child in her arms, and the people beside her only saw her two blade-like shoulder blades stand up strangely for a while.When she straightened up, the child fell silent.The women around were also silent, shrinking back as if they were afraid of her, watching her put down the dying child, and slowly dragged herself up by leaning on the tree trunk with both hands. After the woman named Chieko killed her youngest son, who was less than one year old, she threw herself at the youngest daughter on Tahe's back.Dahe cried: kill her tomorrow and let her live another day.After all, Duohe was young and strong, and the female butcher who killed her own flesh and blood couldn't catch up with her.Her eldest son ran up behind her and beat her head and face with a stick.She hid at first and put her hands on her head, but she let go of her hands slowly and let the teenage boy beat her into a bloody person. This is how infanticide begins.From this moment on, the women in the procession began to strangle sick and too young babies.When we set out, we found out that some family had lost a child, so no one asked about it.Mothers have their pros and cons, and they have to keep the children they can keep.The women's faces were glazed, and there was a silent hysteria in their eyes.Dahe never let Chieko get close, and tied the sick girl to his chest with a belt when sleeping.The next morning, the girl who escaped from her mother recovered from her illness.Dahe fed a wild chestnut into her mouth and told the girl that there was still a day's journey and they were about to reach their destination.The girl asked Dahe, what happened to her face?She told the girl that this was not her original face, it was painted with black mud from the river.Why?Because she hides behind the black and smelly mask, her real face is invisible to others.The girl told Tahe that her name was Sato Kumi and her hometown was in Fanta County, Ueno Province, Japan.This is the brief life experience that mothers urge their children to memorize on the road. Once they encounter an accident, the children can follow this clue to trace their blood relationship. That was the only conversation the two girls had before the final catastrophe came. They started camp in the middle of the night.Kumi's mother did not wake up.They cut off a lock of Chieko's hair, tied it around Kumi, and set off. As the night fades away, another day rolls in.It was a typical sunny day after autumn, and people thought it was extra good because the terminus was approaching.The waist-deep wormwood is snow-white after frost, stretching as far as the eye can see.People are so tired that they fall asleep before they lie up straight.They fell into a deathly deep sleep, and hundreds of galloping horses did not wake them up. Even the gunshot didn't wake up Dahe immediately.When she woke up, what lay around her were no longer familiar neighbors in the village, but strange corpses.