After midnight, the world of wind and snow fell silent. The starry sky was quietly lit up, and a waning moon hung in the western sky. The snowy fields under the starlight glow with a halo-like light. The woods lay gloomily on the hills, standing still, like a sleeping beast lying there.

The three of them walked among the snowy mountains, as if they were walking in a dream. The snow creaked under the feet of the three people, and no one knew where it was going or where it was ahead, and it didn't matter anymore. The three of them just walked, and only when they walked, the three of them were steadfast in their hearts. Kawao walked in front, his coat wrapped around Shiro's bones, his eyes seemed to be open, and he looked blankly and blankly. Noo carried Shiro and his two guns, lowered his head, and stepped step by step in the footprints left by Kawayu. From time to time, Chino's gaze looked over Noo's shoulder to look at Kawayu, his gaze seemed to look through Kawao's body to Shiro who was holding him on his chest, and there were times when he wanted to throw up, but only retched a few times, and he stubbornly suffocated the contents of his stomach again. He wanted to live, he missed his home in Hiroshima, and he followed the two of them, not knowing where to go

The three of them didn't speak, they just walked. One mountain after another, they left behind. They didn't know how many more of these mountains lay ahead, or how long they would have to walk. The stomach was no longer hungry, and a hot and greasy mass burned in the stomach, and the heat spread through the stomach to the body. They gasped for breath, sweat dripping down the cheeks of the three men, dripping onto the snow. Kawa Xiong, who was walking in front, was still moving forward with his legs, and the snow under his feet was "creaking", and the three of them seemed to be venting something.

As Chino walked, he only felt the fire in his body burning, and he grabbed the snow around him and filled it into his mouth, and a cool feeling with earth surged into his body. Kawa Xiong, who was walking in front, suddenly squatted down and retched, and Nofu seemed to be hit by an infection, and he also squatted down and retched. Chino grabbed the snow and staggered to Kawao, who was stunned for a moment, grabbed the snow from his side and ate it in a big gulp. After a while, the three of them stopped retching, and after a while, the three of them stood up, and the eyes of the three people vomited tears. For a long time, the three of them stood on the hazy snow, staring at each other blankly.

Kawa Yu carefully put the thing in his arms on the snow, and the three pairs of eyes fixed on the mass of things. Shiro was left with only this pile of bones.

The three of them stood in the snowy mountains as if in a dream, and everything between heaven and earth seemed to stand still.

"Shiro saved us." Kawao said hoarsely.

"Shiro only has his mother." Nofu's voice was crying.

"I'm going to kill Yokoji." Chino gritted his teeth and said fiercely.

"Shiro......" Kawao knelt down and went to pick up the mass on the ground.

"I'll hold it for a while." Nofu walked over and stretched out his hands to pick up Shiro in Kawayu's arms.

Kawa Xiong was silent, turned around silently, and walked towards the snow again. Noo and Chino looked at Kawayu's back in a daze, and after a while, they also walked along.

The waning moon slanted to the west, and half of its body was obscured by the snowy ridge in the west. The world suddenly darkened a lot, and the snow-capped mountains in front of them were only a vague and distant outline in the eyes of the three people.

A few people finally got tired of walking and sat around the hill gasping.

"Where are we going?" Chino's voice was crying.

Kawa Xiong wanted to get angry, but when he picked up his head and saw Chino's confused and helpless eyes, he pressed the anger into his stomach. He took a cigarette out of his pocket, struck a match, trembled his hands for a long time before lighting it, and then put the match in his underwear pocket.

"We can't go back to the team if we say anything, and if we go back, we will die." Nofu looked at the bright spot at the corner of Kawao's mouth.

"I won't go back if I die." Chino's whole body trembled.

Chino thought of that squint-eyed Shaozo again. Shaozo asked Chino to go to his room every once in a while, and then let Chino lie on Shaoza's bed. Shaozo stripped naked, and then went to take off Chino's clothes. Squinted Shaozo looked at the naked Chino in front of him, hummed in his mouth, stretched out his hand like a chicken paw to caress Chino's body over and over again, touching it from head to toe, Chino trembled on the bed and trembled. At this time, Chino thought of the pale girl, he wanted to cry, but he didn't dare. Every time Chino walked out of Shaoza's room, he seemed to collapse. Chino felt that his body was dirty, and every time he came back, he wiped his body with water, and he couldn't wait to rub a layer of skin off his body. He shuddered every time he thought about it.

"If you die, you will die outside." Chino's gaze was firm.

"The Chinese hate us, we burned their house." Kawa Xiong's voice was like a dream.

Nofu hung his head, looking at the snow below him, thinking about something.

The three of them didn't say a word for a long time, and occasionally and desperately looked at the waning moon in the west. The three of them felt that there was no way out, and there were mountains in front and back, left and right, so what could they do when they got out of the Sichuan Mountains?

I don't know how long it took, when there was another ray of morning light in the east, and the three of them came to their senses from despair. "We can't wait to die here, we have to live and go back to Hiroshima alive."

"Let's go." Nofu straightened up.

"Go, move forward." Kawa turned around and carefully picked up Shiro.

This time, the two of them followed behind Kawao, and the sound of the snow was no longer lonely and monotonous.

When they crossed another snowy mountain, the three of them were surprised to find a few lines of footprints on the snow. Footprints stumble out of a winding snow trail and stretch out into the distance. The three of them exclaimed excitedly. With footprints, it proves that there are people here, and with people they can survive, and the three of them seem to see hope. The three men looked at the footprints and wept.

After the excitement passed, several people finally calmed down. There are people who are a hope, and at the same time a danger, who know that they are three Japanese deserters, and on the territory of China, they feel lonely for a while.

"Is it a guerrilla?" Noo looked at Kawao's face.

"The guerrillas will fight us." Chino cried again.

Kawao carried the "Shiro" in his arms to his back and took his gun from Nofu. He looked down again to carefully identify the footprints, and after a while, he found that the footprints were only the feet of two people, and his hanging heart was relaxed.

"Not guerrillas."

Nofu and Chino also went to look at the footprints, and when they saw them clearly, they breathed a sigh of relief together.

"Let's go!" Kawa Xiong carried a gun and walked in the front.

When the sun came out, they stood on a snowy ridge, and they saw two wisps of smoke rising slowly from behind the mountain.

"Chinese." Kawa let out a long breath.

The three of them looked at the smoke together, and the sun shone on the snow-capped mountains white, the world was quiet, and the sky was peaceful. They looked at the two wisps of smoke and felt as if they had returned to Hiroshima, standing in front of their house and looking at their mother, who was cooking. A warm emotion rose from my heart and surged all over my body. Three pairs of eyes looked at the smoke for a long time. Finally they walked towards the smoke.

As they climbed to the top of the hill, they finally saw the two houses made of wood at their feet. The house was in the hollow at their feet, and it was beautiful and quiet, and the trees around it were hung with white snow and frost, and they were silvery white in the sun. The three of them stared blankly at the two cabins, as if in a dream.

A black dog ran out of the hut and jumped a few times on the snow. The door of the hut creaked, and a young girl ran out of the house. The girl was dressed in a cotton robe with saffron and a long, thick braid thrown behind her. She barked at the dog, and the black dog heard it, and played affectionately with the girl in the snow.

"Chinese." Kawa Xiong let out a low sigh.

The three of them were lying on the snow, guns pressed under them.

Chino's mind flashed back to the girl with a pale face and a melancholy look. Where is the girl? Chino let out a short sigh.

In the small village, chickens and dogs were biting, and several farmhouses and houses were on fire. A crazy woman is running down the street in rags. A few soldiers in the back were giggling and chasing. The woman fell, and the soldiers came closer, and several bayonets were pressed against the woman's chest, and the woman trembled, but the soldiers laughed. One of the soldiers, with a "hiss", picked the woman's clothes to reveal the woman's white breasts, and the woman screamed and covered it with her hands. There was another "hiss", and the woman's pants were cut open by a bayonet, revealing two white legs. A few bright bayonets were still pressed against the woman's chest. The woman gave up her torn clothes and trousers, hid her face with her hands, and revealed her entire white body to a few soldiers. The soldiers howled and threw away their guns and threw themselves at the woman......

The blood clotted under the woman's body, and several flies flew around the woman's dissected abdomen......

At this time, the three of them were inexplicably shivering in the snow. The girl disappeared before their eyes and walked into the cabin. The smoke was still drifting, and for a moment the whole world was quiet.

"The Chinese hate us." Kawa shivered.

Chino was taking off his coat, leaving only the cotton clothes and brocade pants inside. Chino shoved his clothes into the snow hard. The two people looked at Chino, and when Chino saw that the two people were looking at him, he stopped and looked at the two of them without ribs. Kawao and Noo glanced at each other, took off their own clothes, and then followed Chino's example and stuffed their clothes into the snow shell. Kawao shoved the gun in his arms into the snow again. Then he looked at the two men and said, "We want to get out alive." When the two men heard that, they silently stuffed their guns into the snow.

In the end, the three of them looked at "Shiro" in the clothes on the snow together, and they were very careful with their eyes, lest they be frightened by something. After a while, Kawa Xiong said as if talking to himself; "Shiro, we can't stop you." Kawao knelt on the snow first, and Noo and Chino also knelt down. The three of them carefully piled up the snow on the ground and buried Shiro.

"The Chinese hate us." Chino cried.

"There's nothing we can do." The wild man slapped the freshly piled snow pack.

"If you want to kill, kill it, and we'll be with you if you kill it." Kawa Xiong was already in tears when he looked at the snow bag.

The three of them raised their heads for a long time, and when they looked at the two cabins again, there was a desire for life in their eyes.

The three of them finally stood up and walked towards the two wooden houses......

Smoke wafted silently from the wooden house.