Chapter 151: Blessing

(...I don't remember how many times I had survived. Maybe it was the disaster that made me choose to persevere in the days that followed, and I could survive any miserable situation; those who survived the war years were the strongest... Excerpted from "Grandpa's Memories of the War of Resistance")

Both body and mind were destroyed, and all thoughts were gone. Cao Xiaomin was tortured by the discomfort of nothingness in his body. The pain and excessive use of morphine all burst out at this moment. For a moment, his tears and snot were poured out. Xie Zhonghe, the "Northeastern Man" who was following him, could not help himself, and tears flowed out unconsciously. Everyone seemed to have seen brothers with no resistance staggering by the river, and behind them were Japanese soldiers who were like wolves and tigers chasing them. One, one after another... The brothers fell down helplessly!

Is this kind of prisoner rescue meaningful? As soon as it exits the tiger's mouth, it is blocked by the Yangtze River. But no one can do anything about it.

"Maybe...hahaha!" The "Northeastern Guy" suddenly burst into laughter: "At least we can die in battle with our brothers, so many of our brothers can meet again! Our 67th Army's tens of thousands of brothers, from the northeast to the northwest, and then fought to Jiangnan. How many brothers went there without even leaving a thought... OK! We can see so many brothers before we die, okay!" As we smiled, the laughter turned into crying, like a wolf crying!

Cao Xiaomin knelt on the ground, looking at the gray sky helplessly. Are you so dark? In the sky, only snowflakes like rotten cotton wool floated like wandering souls, without any intention of paying attention to him. He couldn't help but lower his head, almost fell down, and his forehead touched the ground with a "bang". The sting made him look up suddenly, but he saw a line of words in front of him: The tomb of Gu Gong's praise of virtue... Cao Xiaomin suddenly pointed at the tombstone as if he was crazy and cried and laughed. It turned out that he was kneeling on a grave covered with shallow snow!

"Sir..." All the three people following him were frightened: the sir has been involved in the ghosts and gods!?

"Coffin! Coffin!..." Cao Xiaomin pointed at the grave with a look of crying or laughing: "Brothers are saved, the coffin..."

Everyone suddenly realized: Cao Xiaomin wanted to dig a grave to get the coffin!

"You said... you said to dig a grave?" Xie Zhong asked tremblingly. The coffins in the tombs were different from those in the temple, and they were all pretending to be dead!

"Those... those are all ancestors, our Chinese ancestors, this grave digging..." Xie Zhong shook his head and almost cried. It was one thing that rolled in the pile of dead people, that was a battle; but now he was asked to dig so many graves, flashing graves, and let other people's ancestors abandon their bodies in the wilderness! "No, sir, this is not possible, the sky is angry and resentful..." Xie Zhong could not accept it, his gray face was covered with tears, and the corners of his mouth were twitching...

Not only Xie Zhong opposed it, but also the "Northeastern Guy" and "Lao Chai Pi" who followed behind it, that is, they all opposed it from south to north, from west to east! Worshiping ancestors and awe of ghosts and gods was the tradition of most people in this era and even later generations. Now everyone needs to dig up the graves in one breath and throw away so many remains of ancestors. How can everyone stand it? Then they have to go to the eighteen levels of hell! But if they don’t do this, how can they get enough ships from!

Dig, or not!?

Cao Xiaomin suddenly knelt down on his knees and looked up at the sky: "The emperor is above, my ancestors of China have made it clear that today a Japanese invaders invaded our country and destroyed my homeland, so that our unworthy descendants have no place to stand, and we have to fight to the death. Today, I beg you to borrow the life of all our ancestors to protect our Chinese bloodline. In fact, it is a last resort. If our ancestors have spirits, we should bless our unworthy descendants to be safe. If our ancestors are used to it, please punish Cao Xiaomin all of them, which has nothing to do with other brothers..." Cao Xiaomin was originally a "online person" in time and space, and never took it seriously with ghosts and gods. This kneeling was just for the sake of concern for others of all sizes.

However, just as he knelt down and prayed silently, he seemed to feel a huge heat flow down the initiation, his whole body was soft and paralyzed, and he was already covered in tears: the Chinese nation has been bullied to this point, and his descendants had to dig the graves of his ancestors to take the coffin to save his life! Hearing that he told the heavens, asking him to add all his sins to him, the brothers behind him all burst into tears and knelt down one after another!

Why did I kneel down inexplicably in front of this grave? Why did I kowtow to this grave by a ghost? Cao Xiaomin felt awe of ghosts and gods at this moment. He seemed to feel that this was the inspiration given to him by the ancestors of the Chinese nation who could not bear to see them have no way out, and gave him more than two thousand brothers a way to live!

The nation has fallen to this point, but the ancestors have no knowledge in the spring, but their hearts are like swords! This is the ancestors protecting us! Cao Xiaomin suddenly felt a vitality gushing out from the earth, covering him from the sky, wrapping him up!

"Amitabha, good! Good!..." A Buddha's name sounded from behind, and an old monk appeared behind him at some point: "How can you reach the Western Paradise without abandoning this stinky skin? The donor is saving all living beings..." The person who came was the host of the small temple, with the Dharma name Huizhi. He said lightly: "Everything has a destiny method. The donor knelt on the ground and begged for the heavens, but the heaven asked you to kowtow to the earth, and then he realized the method of breaking the ground and opening the coffin at the opportunity. Who said it was not destiny? This is the mercy of the ancestors..." After speaking, he closed his eyes and just proclaimed the Buddha's name. He was originally a person outside the world, but when the country was in trouble, he chose to enter the world and became an urgent spy like Wang Hansheng.

...I don't remember how many times I was in a desperate situation. Maybe it was the fate of the disaster that made me choose to persevere in the days that I later chose to survive. No matter what kind of tragic situations I could survive. Those who survived the war years were the strongest people... Cao Xiaomin suddenly remembered the passage written by his grandfather. He didn't know how much weaker he was than his grandfather, and how much harder he had to go through; now he only knew that the brothers were really saved this time!

With this passage from the master, although Xie Zhong and others were a little taboo, they were much calmer. Yes, why did the superior inexplicably think of using an underground coffin? Is it really the guidance of the ancestors?

Hundreds of Chinese people were waving their hoes under bayonets, doing things that would make them feel uneasy for the rest of their lives. They were digging graves! In the dark sky, the snow was floating, and corpses or dead bones were taken out of the coffin and put them back into the pit, and coffins of varying thickness were liberated. The trembling people did not notice that all the hands holding the bayonets were trembling; they only felt a little more at ease when Master Huizhi cut off a piece of robbery from his body and covered the bones of the dead; but at this moment, their hearts were desperately cursing the devils who were digging the graves...

A large pile of corpses were put on a cart and the prisoners in Nanjing began to set off; due to hunger and cold and the wounds, many prisoners of war no longer needed to be massacred and fell into the cell. The living people will be buried with them soon, but before that, they will also have to parade with them, because the Japanese want to let all Chinese people see the consequences of resistance. The team will walk on the streets where they are watching for a long time before finally leaving the city to the cabinet where they are ready to bury them.

Wang Hansheng and his wife stood aside and watched the slowly moving team, their hearts as if they were filled with lead. Especially the young lady Vivi, she always felt that all the dead officers and soldiers placed on the cart were persuaded to surrender by her, and each one was! But when facing everything, they could only take out a handkerchief and cover their noses, which seemed to hate the smell of the captives.

The prisoners of war were either wearing palms or collarbones by wire, and a dozen people were in a string. As long as one of them moved a little bigger, it would cause severe pain to a bunch of people. However, they looked like they were numb. Sometimes a person fell down and caused the wire to drag down a bunch of people. Their hands and chests were bleeding, but those who were tortured by pain could no longer cry except for the expressions on their faces - their hearts were dead!

Why did he come out to surrender? The "machete" felt extremely regretful. He knew that the Japanese would not spare him, but he still came out. Even if he turned into a mummy or a rotten corpse on the ruins, it would be better than this! If the battalion commander saw him like this, he would definitely die of sadness. He had told him the Japanese tricks, but he still couldn't stand it. He surrendered and even died without dignity...

"If I don't go out, maybe my brothers won't go out..." "Xiaobei" lowered his head. He didn't dare to look at anyone around him. He felt that all brothers were killed by him - maybe they would have died, but at least they would die in battle like soldiers; it was himself who made everyone a group of cowards and a group of beasts to be slaughtered!

This time I really want to die, no need to pretend... "Little Buck Tooth"'s heart was blank, except for the old Bengya instructor's face that could not be erased, swaying in his mind. The instructor must be very disappointed. He was the first hero to blow up the Japanese tank, but at this moment he became the most shameful prisoner of war...

It's just now noon? Why is the sky so gray? Is it really that the sky doesn't want to see us? Or is it that the ancestors have monsters?... A group of prisoners slowly moved their unlimited steps, lowered their unlimited heads, and slowly moved forward in front of the common people who were forced to stand out on both sides of the street to watch. From time to time, one or two people fell down and then brought down a group of people; they left a long blood mark after passing the street.

There is no wail, no tears, no fear, only numbness, like a walking corpse. Although they have not been killed, at this moment, these officers and soldiers who have fought to the death have actually died in battle...
Chapter completed!