Chapter 105 Military Camp

(...If we lose a war, we will lose confidence and even put down our guns; but when an opportunity arises and we need to pick up the guns again, no matter how much struggle we have in our hearts, we will eventually choose the guns; maybe this is the mission given to us by that era, we can only accept... Excerpted from "Grandpa's Memories of the War of Resistance")

Who is that? Is that my battalion commander? The "machete" was carrying his body on his back. He didn't dare to look back. He was afraid to really confirm that the officer who walked in with blood and trembling was his battalion commander. But he couldn't help but secretly peek at the officer who came in...

He was originally just a weak little boy. He cut eight knives but failed to cut off the head of the traitor he hated... But the battalion commander took him in, the battalion commander taught him to shoot, the battalion commander always took him by his side in every battle until the battalion commander went on a life-and-death mission... The battalion commander was his elder brother, the closest relative after he lost all his relatives; the battalion commander never abandoned him, but today he abandoned the battalion commander, his closest relative... His shoulders were quietly shaking, and the "machete" hid in the crowd and sobbed quietly...

"Brothers, I just want to tell you what I saw with my own eyes when I retreated from Suzhou..." Cao Xiaomin spoke to all the refugees with a loud horn. He originally wanted to use a more inciting speech method, but he couldn't do it. After the battle in the narrow alley, the bayonet wound on his left chest caused him to lose a lot of blood. Every slight movement would bring him a burst of heart-wrenching pain, and even his words hurt. Now every word he says is suffering from severe pain and exhaustion dizziness. He wants to say something loudly, but he can't do it. He is already on the verge of collapse.

"At every checkpoint on the road, I saw the Japanese checking the strong men wearing ordinary people's clothes; they looked at their hands to see if there were calluses for pulling the trigger..." In the refugee group, many veterans who threw away their rifles unconsciously looked at the calluses from the trigger on their hands, and many new recruits unconsciously looked at the red marks from the trigger on their hands...

It's really the battalion commander! The "machete" heart was trembling violently... He was a "machete". He vowed to kill a hundred Japanese with his own hands to avenge his family members who died in the war. The nickname of "machete" was given to him by the battalion commander. The battalion commander told him that he was a machete. He was not the weak boy who kept slashing people's necks at eight knives. He was a soldier called "machete"...

"... The Japanese asked the strong men to take off their clothes, look at their shoulders, and see if there were any traces of the buttstock rubbing..." Among the refugees, many scattered soldiers wearing civilian uniforms unconsciously pressed the chest of their support gun handle with their hands, unbuttoned the two buttons and glanced at them secretly with their eyes...

Cao Xiaomin's consciousness has begun to blur. The wind and frost along the way, the bloody battle along the way, the heavy heart, the pain in his body! The cold sweat on his forehead is getting more and more, and he can no longer hold it. It merges into a stream and washes out the blood stains of his face, and the blood on his face is covered with ferocious white marks. Can he convince the brothers in the camp to fight? Can he still hold on? Where have those prepared words been thrown away?... Cao Xiaomin has forgotten all the speeches he prepared. In a daze, he seemed to have returned to the way from Suzhou to Nanjing...

"... The Japanese saw people with butt marks on their chest shoulders, and when they saw people with trigger marks on their fingers, they dragged them out of the crowd and executed them in front of others on the road... Many farmers who worked with rakes with chests or mechanical operators with calluses on their fingers were dragged out of the crowd and killed..." The refugee group was not only frightened by soldiers, but also many farmers and workers... More and more people looked at each other's expressions, and their faces were full of misery...

The fierce Japanese man's face appeared in his mind again, including the moment when blood burst out on his ugly face. At that moment, the "machete" killed the first Japanese man in his life... The battalion commander personally went to perform a very important mission, which was very dangerous and could not take him with him; the machete wanted to prove to the battalion commander that he was an excellent soldier. He killed nine Japanese men in the guerrilla warfare of Wangting's position, and five Japanese men died in the three days of the Nanjing defense battle! He was a warrior, he should be a warrior...

His mind became blanker and blank. Cao Xiaomin didn't know what he said or what he wanted to say. He felt that the scenery in front of him and the thoughts in his mind were eroded by a very white thing. He felt that he was about to lose his way, but he only knew that he could not fall now, and he had to find more people to pick up guns to resist...

"... I saw these scenes and understood one thing. Beasts cannot do such cruel things, only the Japanese can do. They cannot beg for the Japanese. They cannot beg for mercy with the attitude of wagging their tails and begging for mercy. They cannot hope that their parents and relatives will be put into mills and grind into meat sauce. They do not want their sister, their daughter to be cut off from their children's palace. They do not want their wife to be skinned. They can only fight, even if they die in battle..." Everyone could hear this sound that was already struggling on the brink of life and death. Everyone could hear that the owner of the sound was seriously injured. Everyone could hear that the thing that was spreading was true!

I have become a deserter. Will the battalion commander still want me? I have thrown the gun that the battalion commander has always told us to treat life. Will he forgive me?... The battalion commander was seriously injured. The battalion commander kept fighting. The battalion commander was only one person fighting. Can I still huddle among the refugees?

...The moment when the gun was thrown down was relaxed, and the moment was behind the Japanese. The Japanese bullets were all hitting those stubborn brothers, and the people who had thrown the gun were scattered and fled were not shot. It was at that moment, the "machete" threw away the gun, and the "machete" turned around and fled in the alley; but now, his battalion commander was summoning him, and his closest person was summoning him and let him pick up the gun again!

"The Japanese want to massacre the city. The Japanese may let go of some old, weak, women and children in the refugee camps in the concession, but the Japanese will definitely search the brothers and kill them all..." The "machete" has stood up and turned around. His face has been washed away by tears; more than one "machete" has stood up and turned around, and there are thousands of "machete" and thousands of "machete"!

Someone stood up! Someone wanted to continue fighting with him! He must not fall down! The blank in Cao Xiaomin's mind suddenly faded: "If the Japanese want to massacre the city, we must guard it! I, Cao Xiaomin, are not here to point out a way for everyone, I am here to lead everyone to die, and take everyone to die more like a soldier, die with dignity, and die in battle..." Cao Xiaomin shouted the last sentence excitedly as if he was looking back. He was already shaking...

With a "boom", the camp exploded. Not only soldiers, but also many civilians stood up!

He is Cao Xiaomin!? The one with blood all over and dragged half dead is Cao Xiaomin, the national hero Cao Xiaomin! The people who were in the most intense psychological struggle suddenly seemed to be stimulated by something, and everyone was excited: the Japanese want to massacre the city, but the Japanese don’t give everyone a way to survive; the Japanese want to harm all the Chinese, and they can escape today, what about tomorrow!?

I have to stand up, I have to fight to the death, because I am a soldier, I used to be, now, I have always been! The "machete" has become a "machete" again, the "machete" that killed fourteen Japanese devils! "There are all the people behind me, and the Chinese Democratic Party soldiers have no way out!" A young voice sounded... The soldiers, even soldiers who have only been soldiers for a day, stood up; more than just soldiers, the Chinese who are honest in the refugee camp, and all the Chinese who are unwilling to be killed, stood up!

"Run out and fight with the Japanese!" Millions of angry voices shouted in unison... Refugee camp, no, military camp! The last largest military camp in Nanjing City made the strongest roar!

...If we lose a battle, we will lose confidence and even put down our guns; but when an opportunity arises and we need to pick up the guns again, no matter how much struggle we have in our hearts, we will eventually choose the guns; maybe this is the mission given to us by that era, we can only accept it... Grandpa seemed to read his memoirs in his ears. Cao Xiaomin's face, which was covered in blood but not a trace of blood, showed a very faint smile, and he finally recalled the sense of mission of the soldiers!

"A few days ago, guns and bullets were often picked up on the street. That was bad and bad for public security..." The German man who brought Cao Xiaomin in said, "Mr. Rabe asked us to pick up all the weapons and prepare to find an opportunity to return them to the Chinese Democratic Party army... Can Captain Cao receive these weapons?"

Guns were fired one by one, and people rushed out in groups. Those who came out of the refugee camp were no longer the Chinese who threw down the guns cowardly. They were a group of Chinese who were desperate and a group of Chinese who were desperate!
Chapter completed!