Compared with what happened to his companions, Tatsujiro Uezaki believes that he should definitely be considered a lucky one.

As a young soldier, he participated in the Battle of Moss Bay, but unfortunately was captured by the cadres, and later the two countries signed a peace treaty and was released to return to China, but because of the relationship between the prisoners, he was not tolerated, not only lost the status of a soldier, but also could not find a job, fortunately Saigo Takamori later wrote to the emperor to defend them for these defeated soldiers, and he had the opportunity to re-enlist.

But after enlisting in the army, he was sent to guard Kumamoto, and he actually met with their benefactor Saigo Takamori sword soldiers, who had been defeated in the army.

Kumamoto Castle fell, but he escaped by chance, crossed the sea with everyone and retreated to Yamaguchi Prefecture, where he was once again defeated.

Perhaps thinking that the morale of these defeated soldiers had fallen to the point of no return, they were first transferred to guard Shimoseki, and then they went to Hokkaido by boat.

Because of the fall of Osaka and the tight war on the front line, they sent General Kuroda Kiyotaka to Tokyo with the development of Hokkaido this time, but they did not expect that such a terrible thing happened to the outskirts of Tokyo.

In this case, he only heard that General Kuroda Kiyotaka, the head of the Sako Agency, Matsumoto Juro, and a number of former Hokkaido military and political officials were killed, but it is still unclear how many people died.

Tatsujiro Uezaki closed his eyes, his mind was clear at first, and he remembered how he had survived, and a feeling of excitement and overwhelm suddenly welled up in his chest. He swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva. Happiness, fear, and pride all churn in my heart.

At nine o'clock, the doctor came to check the ward, and Tatsujiro Uezaki lay facing the sky without moving. The doctor glanced at him and changed his medicine without saying a word. I went to check on others again. Tatsujiro Uezaki's mood was relieved on the one hand. On the one hand, he was angry. I thought to myself, "How will they care if you live or die?" As long as you can still go to war. He closed his eyes. Think about his mind.

He thought about what it would be like to be back in his hometown. With a counterinsurgency combat medal on his chest, he walked on the street near his hometown, and when he met acquaintances, he had to talk a few words.

"How's it going, it's hard, isn't it?" People always ask that.

He should have replied, "Nothing, nothing, nothing great." ”

"You can't fool me, it's going to be very hard."

He still shook his head. "Get by! I was kind of relaxed and lucky. ”

Tatsujiro Uezaki thought it secretly funny in his stomach. The folks will surely go around talking; "That Tatsujiro Uezaki is such a good boy, I can't help but admire him! Think about how much hardship he has endured, but look at him, he is not proud at all! ”

The more Tatsujiro Uezaki thought about it, the more reasonable he felt: Yes, go home first. When he returned to his hometown, he had to be invited to anyone's banquet and ball, and he had to be in the limelight. The girl's family loves soldiers, and he can't easily bow down. When he goes back, he wants to find an easy life. Carry a tiring job on your back, and lose most of your life. That's a fool. Work hard and work hard, what kind of good name can you do?

Lying motionless for so long. He gradually became a little uneasy, and his brain couldn't help but think about the woman. The sun was hot again in the tent, and the steaming heat was sweating, and it was fun to be in the middle of it. He took the trouble to savor the scene of attacking the girl named Junko. Thinking of how soft her curves were from her waist to the top, and how full her skin was, he suddenly felt like he had been electrocuted. He thought to himself: She's a good girl. I will marry her. He remembered the smell of perfume on her body, and remembered her rows of shiny eyelashes. Her eyelashes must have been rubbed with Vaseline, but there wasn't necessarily anything wrong with a girl who had a lot of ideas.

He was dazed, and he was intoxicated with the illusion of male and female love, but gradually he felt that something was wrong.

When he woke up the next day, he felt groggy and his head aching and his limbs numb. The doctor walked past without even looking at him, and Tatsujiro Uezaki turned over on the bed irritably. He thought about it and felt that everything was hateful. Dare to love everything in this fancy world, everything is a lie, and if you don't have status, you will always only be bullied. Everyone will be against you. He remembered that when he was injured, some of his comrades came to look at the injury and actually smiled. These guys have never had anyone else in their hearts, and they wish we were all dead. He vaguely seemed to feel the pain and panic of the bullet again. He was really scared in his heart. Go back and taste that again? I don't do it! I'd rather be shot than killed! His lips moved. Morning can't keep night, today can't keep tomorrow, where is this the life of people. He thought sullenly for another afternoon. For two days he had gone from happy to bored and resentful, and now he was gradually becoming a little more distracted.

The pain in my thigh, which was almost good, suddenly rose again. He couldn't sleep, he couldn't lie down, he tossed and turned, fired a few shots from far away, and he trembled again when he heard the sound of the cannons. There was a feeling of emptiness in my stomach, probably hungry. One of the newly wounded men began to hum, which turned into a constant cough. Tatsujiro Uezaki thought to himself: This person doesn't listen to the sound well, I'm afraid I won't be able to live. Looking at this situation, it is already eight or nine and ten. He was so frightened that he couldn't even breathe, as if the air was polluted. There seemed to be strange shadows in the darkness, all circling around him. He was terrified: what a night to be afraid of! His heart was beating wildly. Oh my God, oh my God, let me out! As long as you can get out! He felt noisy and very sad, and he was nauseous once or twice, and I couldn't sleep, I must not sleep. Suspicion began to torment him. So Tatsujiro Uezaki was immersed in endless fantasies, which caused him to be full of frustration, and a cold sweat oozed from his back and legs. He thought of his family and felt that it was also a matter of his heart. Now my family will not receive my letter for two months. If the family doesn't receive his letter, they may even treat him as dead. The thought of his mother's anxiety about this made his heart tingle. In the past, as long as he was a little sick, she would make a fuss and be terrible. In his hometown, mothers are like this. He pressed down on his mother's heart, and thought of Junko again. He remembered the bright brilliance in Junko's eyes, and felt a little comforted in his sadness. He misses her so much now.

Another wounded man screamed wildly, and Tatsujiro Uezaki shuddered when he heard it, and Huo Di sat up. He jumped out of bed and spun around on the dirt floor. Stepping on the ground barefoot, I felt cold and wet. He was really shaking this time.

"Alas! Damn, this kind of ghost ward! "Someone complained.

Tatsujiro Uezaki went back to the bed and lay down, and the wounded man with the chest wound was coughing again, but it seemed to be a distant voice to Tatsujiro Uezaki. He was not nervous now, he was thinking about Junko, and he fell asleep when he thought about it. When I opened my eyes in the morning, I found that one of the wounded had died. The blanket had already covered the dead man's head, but a pair of toes stood straight up, and as soon as Tatsujiro Uezaki's eyes touched the tip, it was like pouring a spoonful of ice water on his spine, cold from head to toe. He glanced at the corpse and quickly avoided it. There was a great silence all around. Tatsujiro Uezaki thought to himself: It always seems a little strange when people die. He really wanted to see the face under the blanket: I don't know what it looked like. If there was no one in the tent, he would have walked over and uncovered the blanket to see. He thought, "This must be the one who was wounded in the chest." He was scared again. A comrade-in-arms died on the bed next to him, how could someone stay here? There was a hint of terror in his heart, and his chest was a little nauseous. He felt a terrible pain in his head, a pinprick in his stomach, and an indescribable pain in his limbs.

Two guards came in, put the dead man on a stretcher, and carried him out. The wounded were silent, but Tatsujiro Uezaki was still staring blankly at the empty bed.

Breakfast arrived, and he couldn't eat at all. He sat there thinking about his thoughts, and he felt that he would not be able to stay in this hospital for a day. Now as long as he can leave this hellish place, he is willing to say anything.

The doctor came, and Tatsujiro Uezaki watched as he unbandaged his leg. The wound had healed completely, and a new line of reddish flesh had formed in the middle; The doctor applied some red antiseptic solution and did not apply the bandage again.

"Doctor, when can I be discharged?"

The doctor remained silent and looked at him, "What's your name?" The doctor asked him.

"Tatsujiro Uezaki," he added, and reported his military number. "Can I be discharged today, doctor?"

"That's it."

Hearing the doctor's answer, Tatsujiro Uezaki felt very relieved, but a little lost.

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In the face of the powerful temptation, I was unmoved, on the day of 11.11, I saw that the long-cherished local tyrant gold was 6% off, and I didn't make a move; The watch is 5% off, and I can't help it; Limited sneakers are 4% off, I still haven't bought them; Even the down jacket with a 3-fold cap, I couldn't hold back. I have to be sane at all times, and I can't spend on the spur of the moment, which is called "really no money" in psychology.

Jack Ma's help to me is that now when I mention Double 11, people will ask me what good things I buy, instead of asking why I am still a bachelor.

O: I'm going to run down the gangway, and their live TV must have said I'm going to walk down the gangway slowly, make a bet? No one made a bet with the president. Ao Yi trotted off the plane, and the people in the cabin heard CCTV live broadcast reciting according to the written script: US President Ao XX slowly walked down the gangway. Everyone was happy, and Ao looked back at his special plane and was happy. (To be continued......)