Chapter 48: The Atrocities of the Devils

After Wan Shijiong sent Dai Zhiqi back to rest, he arranged for the regiments of the 103rd Division to be rebuilt, Huangpi was originally the station of the 103rd Division, so everyone is familiar with it, Lao Shen because Wang Shuhuai did not want to return to the division headquarters, and Dai Zhiqi did not emphasize, followed the only remaining 20 brothers of the 613 Regiment back to the barracks of the 613 Regiment, Wang Yi was frightened and followed Zhang Ziwen.

The whole barracks is in the shape of a character, which is also the place where 103 was specially selected as a garrison by adapting it into a three-regiment system.

The 615th regiment is on the front, 618 on the left, 613 on the right, and in the middle of the barracks of the three regiments is a playground, which was used in the morning exercises.

"Brother Wen, you see there is a light in the barracks."

Passing through the barracks of the 615th Regiment, Zhang Ziwen saw that there were lights in the barracks, and it was also the barracks of the third battalion.

"Let's go~"

On the past road, Zhang Ziwen wondered if it was Zhang Qing or others.

"Vigorously, the company commander is back."

Lao Wang was pouring foot washing water at the door, and when he saw Zhang Ziwen, he didn't recognize it.

Hula rushed out of the room, Zhang Ziwen took a closer look, and Wu Zijian and other unknown brothers were also there.

Seeing the people who were still alive all of a sudden, Zhang Ziwen couldn't hold back his tears, and all of a sudden came out.

The brothers in the barracks greeted the more than 20 brothers who survived and entered the barracks, which was originally the barracks of the Ninth Company Company, and it was a large shop that could accommodate more than 200 people, and there were more than 30 such houses in the entire station, which was the station of the army of the original warlord Wu Peifu.

The first thing Zhang Ziwen did was to ask them how they came back, Wu Zijian told Zhang Ziwen that they followed the gendarmerie to take the train directly to Bengbu and then changed trains and went straight to Wuhan, it only took more than two days, Zhang Ziwen had to sigh that they were happy, and they were also embarrassed after talking to Wu Zijian and others about the way back.

"Let's eat~"

The old pole came in with vegetables and put them on the table, and brought in three pots of vegetables in succession, all of which were full of pots, this is not a small pot used at home but a large wooden basin, usually there is only one pot of vegetables in a class, and Zhang Ziwen made four pots of more than 20 people, and all of them were meat.

Zhang Ziwen looked at the people around him, Dali, Zhang Qing, Cai Wen, Lao Gongzi, Zhang Li, Xiaobao, Ma Qi, Lao Wang and Wu Zijian, and finished the meal with tears.

If you have not experienced the parting of life and death on the battlefield, you will not find that it is so good to be alive, and it is so good to live for brothers.

After Zhang Ziwen and the others finished eating, there was no residue left in the basin, and the brothers had been hungry for more than ten days, and now some of them were desperately trying to get it into their stomachs.

Everyone talked about it late at night, and they only turned off the lights under the temptation of the god of sleep, and Wang Yi waited until the lights went out before going back for fear that Zhang Ziwen would run away.

Early the next morning, I heard someone get up at dawn, but Zhang Ziwen, who had been running for more than ten days, didn't want to get up at all until Xiaobao asked Zhang Ziwen to get up.

A brand new military uniform and four months' military salary are the reasons why Xiaobao asked Zhang Ziwen to get up.

Zhang Ziwen got up and ran directly to the officer's bathhouse, the brothers did not have a bathhouse, only the officers had it.

After taking a shower and changing into a new military uniform, I feel a lot more comfortable, and the fatigue of these days is swept away, just touching my beard seems to have grown a little, and so is my hair.

Zhang Ziwen counted the military salary, and the military salary was 200 yuan, which was a lieutenant general's salary for one month, which had not been paid in the previous three months, plus four months in December, and fifty yuan per month This is the military salary of the captain of the Central Army.

After breakfast, no one came over to inform Zhang Ziwen what he was going to do, he was going to take Xiaobao to shave his hair and buy something to eat.

Xiaobao also proudly showed Zhang Ziwen his 100 yuan military salary, and the division headquarters paid the second lieutenant's salary to Lao Gongzi, Ma Qi, Zhang Zhang and Zhang Qing, and the barracks became lively for a while.

When Zhang Ziwen took Xiaobao out, the guards looked at Zhang Ziwen twice, but when he saw the rank of lieutenant on Zhang Ziwen's collar, he didn't speak, and found a master to cut his hair, but he didn't shave off his beard, saying that he was more mature since he looked at it, and Zhang Ziwen didn't care. Seeing that it was still early, Zhang Ziwen took Xiaobao to Hankou, and finally escaped death, plus the military salary had just been paid, Zhang Ziwen planned to buy something for the brothers. Zhang Ziwen used to either train or attend lectures every day, and he hadn't walked through Hankou yet.

Walking into Hankou, at about two o'clock in the afternoon, when Hankou was busy, the streets were full of traffic, and the pedestrians were like flowing water, which could not be seen in Guizhou, where there were only 8 million people in total, and there were more in a few Hankou areas than in Guizhou Province.

Zhang Ziwen took Xiaobao to wander around the street, and saw a foreigner walking in front of him drop a small notebook when he was taking something, the foreigner didn't know at all, and he was about to leave after buying something from the vendor owner, Zhang Ziwen planned to stop him, but he didn't expect him to hear it at all.

Zhang Ziwen stepped forward to catch up with a small book, but there were too many people to catch up, so he could only see if there was any news in this book. Flipping through the book, he found that it was written in both Chinese and English, Zhang Ziwen only knew a little bit about English, the first side said the "77 Incident" and then a series of things such as the Battle of Songhu, when he turned to December 13, he paid special attention to after all, it was about his own affairs, and he could not understand the whole English at all, and saw that the words Nanjing, refugees and so on were marked on the side.

The more Zhang Ziwen didn't understand, the more curious he became, pulling the vendor to ask where he knew English, where did the boss know what English was not English, he recognized the foreign devil's banknotes, he asked Zhang Ziwen to go directly to Wuchang University, which was full of college students, and foreign devil teachers, there must be someone who knows.

Zhang Ziwen took Xiaobao and called two rickshaws to go to Wuchang University, Wuchang University is in Luojia Mountain on the south bank of the Yangtze River, and the rickshaw pulled Zhang Ziwen and the two ran for half an hour before they reached the river, and crossed the river by ferry, which took more than an hour to reach Wuchang University.

Today is the twenty-ninth day of November in the lunar calendar, and it is almost time for the holiday, plus winter, there are not many students on campus, Zhang Ziwen has asked seven or eight people, and everyone understands.

"Sir, do you understand English?"

Zhang Ziwen saw a female student with a red armband coming over, and he didn't want to ask anymore, but he somehow went up to ask again.

"Hello, Mr. Lieutenant, may I ask what is the problem?"

The girl covered her mouth and snickered, Zhang Ziwen, who usually didn't talk to girls much when he was at school, smiled at this girl, and he was like a big enemy.

"I ...... I have something that needs to be translated. ”

Zhang Ziwen really wanted to slap himself, but he didn't have a soft hand when he killed devils, and he stuttered in the face of a little girl.

"Then can you please show me, if it's simple, I can translate it for you, if it's difficult, I don't know if I can help you, I'm just a freshman and I don't know English very well."

Zhang Ziwen didn't know anything else, but he felt that the soft voice spoken by this little girl was better than what the singer said.

Zhang Ziwen took out a small book of foreign devils and gave it to her, she looked at it carefully for a while and told Zhang Ziwen that the owner of this book was called Tillman Dedin, and it was the diary of a reporter from the New York Times.

Zhang Ziwen looked at the little girl's understanding very well, so he turned to the page marked Nanjing and asked her to take a look.

"This page, I'll take a look......"

The more you look at her, the more ugly her face becomes, from shock to fear to anger.

"What's wrong with the little girl? What exactly is written? ”

Zhang Ziwen hurriedly asked, seeing the change in the face of the girl in front of him, Zhang Ziwen must have happened to something bad.

"You see this is the date......"

I was in Nanjing when it fell on December 13, 1937. At that time, Nanjing fell without fierce fighting. After the Japanese army entered the city, they slaughtered soldiers and people everywhere, and the streets were full of corpses. There were also many wounded soldiers lined up in the streets, escorted by the Japanese soldiers to the place of massacre. On the day I left Nanjing, I was waiting for a ship on the Yangtze River, and I saw that the Japanese soldiers forced two or three hundred captured soldiers and civilians, about 50 of them, to kill each other in batches, while the Japanese soldiers stood aside and smoked and laughed wildly.

"little devil, I, Zhang Ziwen, will always be the enemy of you and other beasts......"

Zhang Ziwen's voice spread far away at the foot of Luojia Mountain.

"I hate, why did you withdraw from Nanjing? Why, why ......"

Zhang Ziwen knelt on the ground, he thought that Nanjing was slaughtered by devils entirely because he did not give the people of Nanjing enough time to retreat, and the biggest reason was self-blame.

Before he finished scolding the devil, Zhang Ziwen, who was full of grief and anger, fell directly to the ground with black eyes.

In the "National Salvation Times", it was written that in the first four days of the occupation of Nanjing, the Japanese killed tens of thousands of people. In refugee areas, the Japanese shot and killed young people indiscriminately in large numbers, under the pretext that they were soldiers. The streets of the city are filled with the corpses of the peaceful residents of Nanjing who were killed...... Nanjing became a city of terror, with dead bodies piled up on all the streets. Among those killed, there were many old people, women, and children. A huge number of victims were killed with bayonets. During the night, Japanese soldiers opened fire as soon as they saw someone.

All the staff of the Central Hospital and the patients who were on the beds were shot dead by the Japanese. Corpses were piled up on the streets of Nanjing, even more than four feet high!

While the Japanese army frantically slaughtered Chinese soldiers and civilians, it also inflicted heavy acts on Chinese women, and countless incidents of rape and ** women occurred. The report writes indignantly:

Especially the obscene and barbaric are this group of beasts, who go deep into the dwellings and forcibly commit adultery with young women and women everywhere.

The Japanese army also robbed the property and belongings of the Chinese residents with great greed and brutality.

Now the Japanese devils have been slaughtering the city in Nanjing for 18 days, and Nanjing has become hell.