Chapter 25 Twenty-three, a group of devils

Turning to the right along the winding mountain road between the steep rocky cliffs, a downward sloping village road appeared in front of you.The north side of the road is mountains, and the south side is terraced fields. It turns a big bend along the mountain and disappears after passing Fangzi Mountain in the southeast. The snow that fell 45 days ago made the mountain as clean as if it had been brushed with a brush. Nearby is the mountainous area about 10 kilometers southeast of Benxi Lake, and it is the main road leading to Xiuyan, the east side road triangle called the treasure house.The overlapping mountains form a natural city wall, which is a stable city that is difficult to attack and easy to defend, which is conducive to guerrilla warfare.

The Ito police team marching along this village road was exhausted from days of marching. They used shoulder poles to carry guns and ammunition, and lined up in two long lines, walking step by step. In early February 1936, the triangular area of ​​Dongbian Road set off a wave of joint anti-Japanese coalition forces. In order to prevent the large-scale coalition of the anti-Japanese coalition forces and defeat them one by one, the Ito police team of the Mukden Police Station of the Kanto Hall cooperated with the police teams at each station of the Anfeng Line. Planning a big sweep on the eve of the Spring Festival.

The sky has been cloudy since morning.At 3 o'clock in the afternoon, the sky was even more gloomy as if the sun had already set. Because I drank too much white wine the night before, I was so drunk that I am still top-heavy today.As the team was walking forward, I suddenly found a Chinese farmer on the side of the road, carrying 5-6 bundles, sitting there staring blankly at the ground. "That guy really looks like a spy!" Suspicion immediately arose in my heart.Upon closer inspection, it was a middle-aged farmer in his 40s, with a dark complexion and a strong physique.Due to long-term work, his hands are covered with calluses.

"This guy might be a farmer, right? But what if he's a spy? I did a great job in catching a spy!" I was eager to do a good job, and I doubted everything. That's what happened at 10 o'clock that morning.Along the mountain path, you can clearly see a small village with 7-8 families on the mountainside surrounded by a small pine forest.The platoon leader suddenly ordered "Search together!" At that time, every household there had Spring Festival couplets written on red paper, and people were happily waiting for a happy Spring Festival. Suddenly, the small village was intruded by Japanese devils like wolves and tigers.The doors of the common people were kicked into pieces; the windows were smashed; the furniture was destroyed; the Spring Festival couplets on the door frames were torn to pieces.

On this bitterly cold day in February, we stripped him naked, kicked and beat him and interrogated him: "Are you a secret agent?" "Say it!" I haven't done it either." In this way, we tortured him for a long time without getting any results. At this time, the captain of the Jiusong branch said impatiently: "Okay, then you can pick something for us! Follow us! If you want to escape, we will shoot you!" So we took the things we snatched from the village, Let him pick it up on a pole and march with us. Thinking of this, I looked at the farmer again, who happened to be the one in the morning.So, I immediately shouted loudly: "Bastard! You want to take advantage of the loopholes to escape, right? Don't you? Well! You run away and see, if you escape and catch it back, you will die!"

The road up the mountain became more and more winding.When we came to the middle of the mountain, the order of "big rest" came from the front.Everyone found a place to sit and rest on the side of the road, still holding guns in their hands, taking out cigarettes to smoke, and some fell asleep leaning against the tree trunk. The unit Chang Song seemed to have something to report to the platoon leader. He stood up and walked forward, but after walking a dozen steps, he suddenly changed his mind, turned around, and threw the cigarette butt in his mouth on the ground, as if he had dropped it. like a determination.I saw him look back, and then greeted the Chinese farmer who was picking things, "Hey! Come here!"

Unprepared, the farmer strode towards the team leader.I thought: "The team leader is going to torture again. This Chinese man may want to escape. Or, if he escapes, he will be shot immediately!" So I picked up the gun and ran over, and called a few soldiers to go there together. The squad leader sat around in a circle. The team leader nodded with his chin, signaling the farmer to stand in the middle of the encirclement.The farmer was very frightened and said: "I am a farmer. I picked things for you and came to such a far place. It's time to let me go home." "What? Want to go home? If you want to go home, tell the truth quickly! Are you a spy? Tell me! Say you are a spy!" The team leader twisted his fat body and barked like a bear.

Seeing that the farmer didn't respond, he narrowed his eyes and grinned grimly.He took a step forward, grabbed the farmer's left arm and twisted it behind him. While twisting hard, he screamed, "You bastard! Why don't you say it?" No matter how hard his wrist was, the farmer couldn't stand it anymore. , let out a painful moan of "Woo...".His body was almost lying on the ground, and he kept shouting: "I am a common man, I have never done anything, why do you torture me so much? Let me go home! Let me go home!" "This bastard! I really don't know what to do, I told you not to say anything!" The team leader raised his foot and kicked the farmer's shoulder trembling due to pain.The farmer was sweating profusely from the pain, and stared at the squad leader with eyes full of tears of extreme anger and hatred.

"Bastard! You still refuse to say it! I'll let you taste my strength!" After speaking, the team leader let go of his hand, suddenly pulled out a Japanese saber from his waist, waved it in front of the peasants, and said, "How about it? Dishonest? See this? Why don’t you say it soon?” Howling, he pressed the knife to the peasant's neck.It was a murderous scene indeed.In an instant, the farmer was angry!He gritted his teeth and cursed: "You devil! I'm just a common man! What's wrong with me? I will remember this deep hatred!" After speaking, he clenched his fists tightly, stared fiercely at Jiusong's face with wide eyes.His gaze was as sharp as a sharp sword, piercing the murderous demon king, that tragic image.I still have it in my mind.

Jiu Song was stunned by his aura, and moaned unknowingly, as if he had lost all his strength.After a long while, the blood returned to his face. He stood up straight again, raised his saber, and cut off the peasant's neck.The head fell off, and the blood spurted out 30-40 cm away, and Jiu Song was too tired to sit on the ground. I saw the head rolling on the ground, and it seemed that I could still hear the sound of the farmer gnashing his teeth, and I felt chills down my spine. Captain Hisamatsu's face was ashen, and he wiped off the cold sweat with his sleeve, and then put the bloody saber into the scabbard.

At this time, the human wall parted.The platoon leader Fujisawa Police Department came over.A pair of spectacles hung over his fat face, behind which were hidden a pair of slender, sinister eyes.He smiled at the team leader Hisamatsu, approached the corpse, and suddenly kicked the corpse lying on the ground over.He hurriedly unbuttoned the dead man's clothes, exposing the chest, then pulled out the saber, cut a large incision longitudinally from the chest to the abdomen, and cut several ribs horizontally in the chest, and then used his hands and the handle of the knife to cut a large incision. The meat was removed from the ribs. At this time, the pale yellow fat, muscle and bright red blood were mixed together, and the snow-white ribs were exposed underneath. Just as everyone was holding their breath to watch, the platoon leader inserted his left hand through the gap between his ribs. After a while, he pulled out his bloody hand. He stretched out his palm, and everyone saw that it was a purple-black ball.what is this?It's human guts! yes!His purpose is to take out the guts of people!A black cloud of suspicion in my mind lifted now.I understood that the arrest, enslavement, torture, etc. of this Chinese were firstly for the purpose of reporting to the superiors to ask for credit;This is exactly the cruel and inhuman act done to satisfy his ugly desire! Platoon Commander Fujisawa looked at the guts full of hatred and blood, smiled with satisfaction, wrapped it with his white handkerchief, tore off a piece of the dead man's lapel to wrap it on the outer layer, and carefully put it in his pocket Then he wiped the blood-stained Japanese sword clean and put it in the scabbard.Only then did he see that everyone was watching his actions.He yelled: "Don't just stand there! Come and help me!" I hurried over and together with him pushed the peasant's body into the hollow. After finishing the work, the platoon leader looked around at the movement and hurriedly shouted: "Get ready to go! Assemble!" After speaking, he left. Later, I asked many people about the matter of killing and taking courage, but no one said that they had never heard of it, or even thought about it.But I saw with my own eyes the fact that people's heads were beheaded and their guts removed.No!This is a tragic case of killing people for the sake of courage!Yes, this is an out-and-out devil with a blue face and fangs! Author bio: Born in a clerk family in Niigata Prefecture, Japan, he graduated from junior high school. In 1936, he served as the section chief and police officer of the Mukden (Shenyang) Police Department of the Kanto Department, and then worked in the Economic Security Section of the Mukden Provincial Police Department of Manchukuo. In 1957, he was 49 years old.