Chapter 79: Burying alive

(... The Japanese buried the Chinese alive, and they didn't like to bury them all. They would bury them in their chests, and then people would die; half of the dead people were exposed outside the soil, with brown corpse spots and pale faces and staring with blood and resentment on their eyes, which was scary; I have been there after the mass pit in Nanjing opened, and I can no longer see the terror of collective burying them alive... Excerpted from "Grandpa's Memories of the War of Resistance")

Cao Xiaomin and his friends finally discovered an opportunity to approach the power plant warehouse in broad daylight to observe the enemy situation: one of the few Japanese soldiers escorted many Suzhou people to the power plant!

The Japanese soldiers who escorted the people could see that they did not come from the same army. Everyone was not familiar with each other, but there were many people. Cao Xiaomin and others scrambled to become the escort army of one of the teams.

His face became bluer and beads of sweat kept flowing down his head. Cao Xiaomin himself didn't know whether it was because he had not yet subsided his fever and was still ill or whether he was worried about whether these people who were escorted in the past would be massacred. The sweat quickly wet his whole body. He forced his willpower to exert a wave of discomfort and exhausted, and they moved to the outside of the warehouse.

The warehouse is not big, and the warehouses that rely on the inside are places where poison gas is stored. On the outside of these warehouses is a large bamboo shed, which is very large and can protect against rain. This large bamboo shed was built by the Germans, with the purpose of being able to better store coal; those homeless refugees once squeezed under these bamboo sheds and once avoided the massacre of the Japanese.

But all this was destroyed by Cao Xiaomin. The riots in Suzhou attracted revenge massacres by the Japanese, and the ones who were killed the most were the homeless refugees.

Many powerful refugees have fled to the west bank of Taihu Lake. Most of the remaining people here are those who are unable to escape further, 80% are the elderly, weak and women and children. Among the six thousand people, healthy women and elderly people with the ability to work, and the weak have been picked to repair the railway, but there are still nearly two thousand people who have not got the chance to survive.

Two thousand people have been digging holes in front of the bamboo shed since the morning, digging the pits that bury themselves!

Because coal transport vehicles and teams passed by this ground, the entire ground was black. Now, there are two thousand people alive on this black ground! Two thousand refugees were buried in the chest by gray and black soil, and they were lined up there like they were making tombstones for themselves with their upper body!

The citizens of Suzhou were taken here, and the Japanese asked them to "visit" them, so that these ordinary people would become obedient coolies. The timid people could only support each other, and after watching this scene step by step, they would appear in every dream in their lives!

You can't turn your head and not look at it, you will be smashed by the Japanese's butt stock; you can't cry out, you will be beaten; you can't fall down and faint, because you will be thrown directly into the remaining pit of soil and buried alive in public!...

All the people passing by were crying silently. Although they were soon scared and didn't even dare to cry, the dried tears stained with coal ash had already hung on everyone's face. They supported each other, not letting a person fall down, not letting a person be thrown into the pit by the Japanese, regardless of whether they knew each other or not...

...The Japanese buried the Chinese people alive. If they don't like to bury them all, they will bury them in their chests, and then people will die; half of the dead people's body is exposed outside the soil, with brown corpse spots and pale faces and staring with blood and resentment on their pale faces, which is very scary; I have been there after the mass pit in Nanjing has opened, and I can no longer see one ten thousand of the horror of collective burying them alive... The horror scene that Grandpa once described about the Japanese buried the Chinese people alive appeared in front of Cao Xiaomin!

Every face was covered with coal ash, black, but the dead only made a biological instinctive struggle at the last moment of their lives. The congested red eyes filled with extreme fear opened like a living, staring at Cao Xiaomin! Those eyes seemed to be sending out the most vicious curse to him: it was you! It was you, the incompetent bastard, you don’t take the lives of the common people seriously! It was you who killed us...!

Carrying the 38th rifle engraved with regular characters, Cao Xiaomin felt that he would fall down at any time, and he had no one to support him... I couldn't fall down! A voice in his heart was shouting, fighting against another consciousness that made him fall down.

At this moment, Cao Xiaomin suddenly understood a question he had been puzzled: Why do so many ordinary people and even soldiers dig so obediently even when they knew that the pit they dug would be their own burial place - the most heartbroken thing is to die!

When a person suddenly feels that life is worse than living in pain than living in pain, when the people around him are also exuding the breath of death, people will choose to give up and give up their lives!

The country is no longer a country, and the family is also destroyed. Your relatives may have been slaughtered, and they are tragic and slaughtered by pigs and dogs. This tragic world can no longer see hope and the future, or you will be recurring in constant pain and torture. So is death also a relief? I dug a pit myself, at least I still have a place to bury my bones, so I don’t have to become a snack for wild dogs after death... In this way, in a daze, in extreme pain and despair, many people dug pits for themselves, jumped obediently, closed their eyes and let the soil spill down; even those who used soil to bury them are their compatriots, and the next group of Chinese people who jumped out of the pit automatically!

The great sorrow is so great that ghosts cry! How can you understand what kind of despair and mourn that has not seen all this with your own eyes, and the blood-red eyes that have died with closed eyes but are congested and opened again after death?

After repeated pain and tortures in the mind and body again and again, Cao Xiaomin originally thought that he had become an iron warrior, but at this moment, he almost collapsed again... All the Chinese Democratic Party soldiers who had walked by had reached the verge of collapse, and their bottomless self-blame almost trapped everyone in!

"Look, those Japanese in the shed are still drinking, there are only a dozen people, and they probably will be very relaxed tonight..." The one who spoke softly was the "drunk", the cold and ruthless "drunk"!

Fortunately, there is such a cold, ruthless, cruel and ruthless guy! His soft voice sounded like a murmur, awakening every Chinese Democratic Party soldier!

They are here to carry out missions, they are here to blow up poison; they are soldiers, not ordinary people who are intimidated by the Japanese!

...The north wind is roaring in winter, and it is biting cold; although the moon has not even come out in the sky, the Japanese plaster flag is still occasionally pale in the north wind. Just as the north wind is desperately biting the Japanese flag, nine living ghosts who come out of the Hall of Hell are lurking towards the warehouse!

The nine people acted scatteredly and each had their own tasks; when they were lurking forward, they could not see a companion by their side, and they could only respond to their companions in their hearts!

Cao Xiaomin was responsible for approaching from the front, and he was crawling forward through the cemetery where two thousand Chinese people were buried alive!

The blood-red eyes staring at him during the day were still wide open. Sometimes, they just crawled forward and faced with a terrifying corpse, eyes to eyes! If they hadn't experienced too many terrible scenes, if they hadn't seen all this during the day, any normal person would have been scared and screamed!

Cao Xiaomin didn't shout. Although he couldn't stop his scalp and sweating profusely, his limbs were still flexible, unlike when he first went to the battlefield. He was walking and swimming between the corpses...

He used to fight among many smelly corpses, but he was not afraid. Those were his brothers, brothers who went to the battlefield together; if they were killed by the Japanese, they would bless themselves to kill more Japanese. But what about the people around him now? Cao Xiaomin didn't know if there were such large-scale live burials in Suzhou in history, but he felt that there was no in his heart, because he was born and raised in Shanghai, but he had never heard of such a saying in such a close place - these people were killed by him in a sense!

There seemed to be always a few pairs of arms that were about to break out of the ground and grab his neck!

Cao Xiaomin kept using various other ideas and fantasies to dispel the illusions that kept coming, but the creepy feeling accompanied him all the way; the north wind not only blew the mud and sand into his mouth, nose and eyes, but also blew the dead people's hair and clothes, making those dead people look like living zombies in horror movies...

The sound of footsteps from afar dispelled all illusions. He was approaching the target, the Japanese soldier who walked to the coal pile from time to time to look into the distance. At this time, the corpse beside him became his best cover. In the eyes of the Japanese soldier, he was just a corpse...

He stretched his left hand to cover the Japanese's mouth from behind, and the military spear in his right hand stabbed into the right artery on the Japanese neck!... Covered his mouth tightly and twisted the military spear!... Cao Xiaomin and the Japanese soldiers' bodies slid on the pile of coal together. He did not fully perform the "calling" technique when he completed the first whistle-touching assassination. His military spear was turned back and the force was too strong; the military spear through the Japanese neck deeply cut open his left arm!
Chapter completed!