(...I have seen many military and civilians in the war zone kill Japanese soldiers with unimaginable cruel means, and I never stop this. If you have experienced the process of your relatives being slaughtered by the Japanese army, I think you will do that, and it will not be too much to do it. Will this make people distort? What I want to say is that "promoting human nature in the war is just a pretending gesture of a group of boring literati who spit out afterwards." The essence of war is to destroy human nature... Excerpted from "My Memories of the War of Resistance - Cao Xiaomin")

The Chinese fighter jets in the sky were chasing Japanese bombers. It has been a while since the infantrymen on the ground were constantly on the front line, and they were breathing heavily, but their faces showed an excited look.*1*1*.

Watching the crisscrossing teams of people crisscrossing the muddy land, this solemn scene is the favorite scene in the eyes of the generals. Jiang Guangnai and Su Zuxin appeared side by side on a citrus orchard slope burned into scorched earth. The nose was still filled with the fragrance of burned citrus trees, blending with the fresh air after the rain. This smell made people feel refreshed.

But when I was in the scene, no one felt relaxed and happy: in order to free up the road for the advancing troops, the bodies were collected and piled in the paddy fields on both sides of the road; when I saw it from a distance, I could see corpses with hairs slurry and gray faces on the road. The bodies were divided on both sides of the road, one was uniformly dressed, and that was the corpses of the Japanese; the other was divided into two piles, one was a soldier, and the other was a common person in various costumes.

There are not many people who classify corpses, and they are already very tired; sometimes they even deal with corpses in sloppy, such as putting them randomly... As the road extends, many Chinese people's corpses are no longer separated from the military and civilians - they are all killed in battle for this country, and no one claims them, so why should they be distinguished?

Su Zuxin stood on the hill and refused to walk. His troops had already set off. Except for a few logistics personnel, the children in his hometown who were to be left here forever.

Looking at Jiang Guangnai with a sad face, Su Zuxin suddenly said: "It's great that your people can die here; my soldiers don't know where they are going to die..." He wanted to return to Anhui in a trance, return to the Luting battlefield, and return to the large area of ​​burning corpses. The crying sounds of various battalions commanders toast the deceased. A heart-wrenching sound...

Jiang Guangnai smiled bitterly: "Let's keep up... put on military uniforms. **(...) can't worry about where you die... This outfit can also be called a shroud..." The two highest officials walked down the mountain silently to the side of the road that was trampled to pieces and was trampled by countless feet. The breath of death was sour, and it escaped from the corners of the dead's mouth, floating in the air, making people feel unreasonable dizziness.

Which part of the army was? Why did it stop? Jiang Guangnai suddenly saw about a company of officers and soldiers standing on the side of a small charred citrus slope in the distance...

In the farmer's family in Guangdong, most people will be buried in the "Taigong Mountain" behind the village after their death, but many places have not yet been restored, and I don't know when they can be photovoltaic. People can't be buried in the "Taigong Mountain" of other people's families after they die. People will not accept it! So, those who have left their hometown and are determined to fight back to their hometown can only be buried on the roadside after they die.

Because many owners of fertile fields and citrus orchards also died in the war. Some farms became ownerless things; these farms would be occupied by local wealthy families or auctioned and split up... But the edges of these farms were requisitioned as charity houses. (It is specially used to park the morgues of people who died in foreign lands, and there are usually special people to take care of them. If someone is looking for relatives, the place where relatives' corpses can be recovered.) More than 100 charity houses were built in the entire war zone in one day and one night!

"These brothers and their clan members were killed by the Japanese... They were buried here, buried early and were born early, so don't let them go all the time in the charity village..." A short and fat man said: "A few of us brothers escaped from Shantou. If we hadn't been rescued by them halfway, we would have gone home..."

The group of people who were buried were Jiedong. They were originally seeking life in Shantou, but the war ignited them and were trapped. They escaped with the help of a group of local people. On the way to escape, they went home with local refugees and wanted to pick up their families, but when they walked to their homes in the northwest suburbs of Shantou, they had been massacred by the Japanese. There was no complete house, no living person, all women were killed after being insulted, and all the dead were killed differently...

During the large-scale counterattack, the military propaganda team called on the people who could fight to take advantage of their familiarity with the terrain and adapt to the climate to help them fight back and fight home. So a group of strong men from Shantou signed up for the battlefield without hesitation. They were commandos of armed people because they were the people who were the ones who were most eager to fight back and the ones who were most eager to kill the Japanese to avenge their families; they died on the charge, and none of them survived.

Now, a group of Jiedong brothers they once helped donate their citrus orchards as their burial place so that they don’t have to become food for wild dogs after death…

"We have seen with our own eyes that the homes of these brothers were burned to white land and all their families were killed... Today, we want to comfort them in the sky, so that our life-saving benefactors can rest in peace!" The short and fat man suddenly roared like a thunderbolt: "Bring it up!"

Thirty Japanese soldiers with collarbones were stumbled and crawled up by the rope. When they saw the new graves, the captured Japanese soldiers knew what was going to happen, and they began to struggle... "Ah! Ah!" All kinds of screams suddenly echoed through the wilderness, and the shrill screams of death made the army that was about to pass stop. Because of the struggle, the rough straw ropes penetrated between the collarbones brought unbearable extreme pain. The Japanese soldiers dragged each other down and fell to the ground and continued screaming...

"Crack!" The first Japanese man was cut off his head with a big knife... "Ka!" The second Japanese man was smashed with the sky spirit cover... "Bao!" A sharpened bamboo pole stabbed in from his stomach and nailed the third Japanese to the mud, and then the bamboo pole was cut off. Someone used a hammer as a hammer to continue nailing the bamboo pole into the ground. The Japanese man, who was not dead, had no sound and could not make any noise. His spine was broken. His spine was lost. His consciousness suddenly flowed out of his stinky filth...

They were freed after death. The Japanese who had not been killed were all scared to death. They wanted to struggle, but the ropes worn between the collarbone made them struggle in vain again and again. The scene of the memorial service was even more terrifying than the legendary hell!

The troops passing by were shocked, and they were shocked by the cruelty of these civilians... But what made these originally honest farmers become such cruel demons!? What did they see? What did they experience!?

The brothers, elders, wives and children they met were all humiliated and suffered and were massacred in different ways. Now they just used the tits to kill the odes by the Japanese! They were not cruel, at least they thought so... (When the older generation in Chaoshan area talked about the anti-Japanese war, many people mentioned their father and grandfather's generation how they killed the Japanese. Because the Japanese kept killing a large group of people with different killing methods in the countryside of Chaoshan area, leaving behind terrifying corpses, the people in this area would also use the same method to treat their enemies; the father of a friend of the author once carefully described to the author how his father and uncle had witnessed digging the hearts of Japanese prisoners to pay tribute to the elders...)

The stunned officers and soldiers were not surprised until Jiang Guangnai and Su Zuxin arrived and suddenly realized that they began to hurry to chase the team. The horror scene in Senluo Palace was completely presented to the two commanders.

Jiang Guangnai was about to go forward to stop him, but was pulled by Su Zuxin. Su Zuxin shook her head at Jiang Guangnai and said softly: "In Anhui, my soldiers once took the Japanese to feed the dogs alive. I know, but I didn't punish anyone... I know what they have experienced. They once hid in secret while running away to watch the Japanese feed their brothers to feed the dogs! Believe me, our people are all kind, and they must have their reasons for doing this..."

The two commanders disappeared quietly behind the funeral, and a group of people in anger and sadness did not realize that two generals had been behind them...

At the beginning of this day, there were many memorials on the roadside, citrus orchards and wilderness every day. The original team of prisoners gradually disappeared. A prisoner who could be used for memorial was sold to the price of five cattle! (This is also a real thing. One thing I know is that a local gentry returned to his hometown with the army counterattack and learned that the old man and the grandmother who stayed at home were staying at home.

The first wife

He was killed by the Japanese army, and later bought several captured Japanese soldiers at the price of five bulls and put a pan in front of the ancestral grave to pay tribute to him...)

Peace? Is it possible? Cao Xiaomin put down various reports on the battlefield in eastern Guangdong, and felt a little heavy: the people in the entire region turned into wild beasts, and how many Japanese beasts they had to withstand to inspire them!? In China, how many cities and villages have experienced such beast tramplings?! Peace... Maybe the people in the rear can still accept it, but will the hatred aroused by the war be suppressed so simply? The national war is destined to be a war that must completely defeat one side... He rubbed his eyes and looked back at He Yan who had already fallen asleep. The corners of his lover's mouth were still smiling. He had had a lot of fun in Li Fulin's manor these days... I really long for peace, but I know it is impossible, before one side fell down! Cao Xiaomin stretched and continued to turn his body directly to the table, which was a "peace period" preparation plan he was thinking about... (To be continued...)


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