The Sino-Japanese War, the Opium War. Two war articles
Written by Xue Yezhong on September 10, 2006
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Siege of Berlin
Daudet
On one side we Dr. Wei walked back along the Elysée Pastoral Avenue, exploring the history of the siege of Paris while looking at the walls riddled with shells and the sidewalks ragged with machine gun fire. When we were approaching Star Square, the doctor stopped, pointed to one of the magnificent high-rise buildings surrounding the Arc de Triomphe, and said to me:
"You see the closed door on that balcony?" Four windows? At the beginning of August, that terrible August full of storms and disasters, I was called to treat a patient who had suffered a sudden stroke. He was Colonel Joupe, a soldier of the Napoleonic Empire. He is a stubborn old man in terms of patriotism. As soon as the war started, he moved to the Elysée and lived in a room with a balcony. Guess why? It turned out to be to watch the triumphal return ceremony of our troops... This poor guy Old man! He was leaving the dinner table when the news of the tragic defeat of Wissembourg reached his home. When he read Napoleon's name under the battle report announcing the defeat, he fell to the ground as if he was struck by lightning.
"When I got there, the old soldier was lying upright on the carpet in the room, his face red and his expression dull, as if he had just been hit in the head. If he stood up, he would be very tall; now lying down, he still looks very tall. He has regular and beautiful features, beautiful teeth, and curly white hair. He looks only sixty years old when he is eighty years old... His granddaughter knelt beside him, with tears streaming down her face. She looks a lot like him, and looking at them together, it can be said that they are like two ancient Greek coins cast from the same mold, except that one is very old, stained with dirt, and has worn edges, while the other is dazzling and clean. Bright, completely retaining the color and smoothness of new casting.
"I was deeply moved by the pain of this girl. She was a soldier two generations later, her father served on the staff of Marshal MacMahon. The image of this burly old man lying in front of her, There was always another, equally terrible thought of her father. I tried my best to comfort her, but I didn't have much hope that what we were dealing with was a serious case of hemiplegia. This disease was contracted at the age of eighty, and it was completely incurable. As it turned out, the patient was unconscious and motionless for three whole days... Within these few days, Lei She came again. You must still remember how the news came. Until that evening, we thought we had won a great victory, annihilated 20,000 Prussian troops, and captured the Prussian Crown Prince... I don't know. Due to some miracle, some electric current, the sound of national joy spread to our poor deaf and mute patient, and penetrated into his paralytic hallucinations. In short, that night, when I approached him. When I was beside the bed, I saw that he was no longer the same patient. His eyes were brighter and his tongue was no longer stiff. He actually smiled at me and stammered twice:
"'We fought... and won...!'
"'Yes, Colonel, we won a great victory!'
"I gave Marshal Mike Mahon a brilliant victory When I told him the details, I found that his eyebrows broadened and the expression on his face became brighter.
"As soon as I walked out of the room, the young girl was standing by the door waiting for me. She was pale and sobbing.
"'He is no longer in danger of life. !’ I held her hands and comforted her.
"The poor girl almost didn't have the courage to answer me. It turned out that the true situation of the Battle of Reshefen had just been announced. Marshal MacMahon escaped and the entire army was annihilated... She and I exchanged frightened Look. She was worried about her father, and I was worried about my grandfather's condition.
There is no doubt that he can no longer bear this new blow... So, what to do? ...You can only make him happy and keep him alive with this fantasy of resurrecting him...But then you have to lie to him...
"'Okay, I'll lie to him. !’ the brave girl volunteered and said to me, wiping away her tears and pretending to be beaming, she walked into her grandfather’s room.
“This is a very difficult task for her. The first few days were easy to deal with. This good old man's mind is not very sound, and he is like a child who is being coaxed. However, as his health gradually recovered, his thinking became increasingly clear. This requires explaining to him clearly how the armies of both sides operate, and preparing daily battle reports for him. This pretty little girl looked so pitiable. She lay on the map of Germany day and night, inserting some small flags here and there, trying to fabricate a glorious battle; one moment it was Marshal Bazin marching towards Berlin, At one moment, General Froissart invaded Bavaria, and at another moment, Marshal MacMahon advanced into the Baltic Sea coast. In order to make the fabrication come alive, she always asked for my advice, and I helped her as much as possible; however, in this fictional offensive, the person who helped us the most was the old grandfather himself. You know, he had fought in Germany so many times during the Napoleonic Empire! He knew in advance any military actions of the other side: 'Now, they are going to advance here... You see, they are going to act like this... 'As a result, his predictions were all realized without exception, which of course inevitably made him a little proud.
"Unfortunately, even though we conquered many cities and fought many victorious battles, we could never keep up with his appetite. This old man was simply greedy... Every day when I arrived at his house, You will definitely hear about a new military victory:
"'Doctor, we have captured Mayans again!" The young girl said to me with a wry smile on her face. As I opened the door, I heard a cheerful voice in the room shouting to me:
"'Very good, very good... We will enter Berlin in eight days!'
"Actually, the Prussian army is only eight days away from Paris... At first we discussed moving him to the provinces; but as soon as he went out, the real situation in France would make everything clear to him. I think he was too weak physically and mentally from the severe stroke caused by the stroke to allow him to understand what was really going on. So we decided to let him stay in Paris.
"On the first day of the siege of Paris, I went to his house. I remember that I was very excited that day and felt terrified. At that time, all the gates of Paris were closed, the enemy was approaching, and the national borders were closed. Shrunk to the suburbs, everyone was panicking. When I entered, this good old man was sitting on his bed and said to me happily:
"'Hey! The siege has finally begun!'
"I looked at him in astonishment:
"'What, Colonel, you know? ...'
"His granddaughter quickly turned to me and said:
"'Yes! Doctor... this is good news, the siege of Berlin has begun!'
"She was doing needlework while saying this, and her movements were so calm and calm... How could the old man be suspicious? He couldn't hear the sound of massacre cannons. The world was turned upside down and the disaster was profound. The unfortunate city of Paris was invisible to him. All he could see from his bed was a glimpse of the Arc de Triomphe, and around him in his room were a host of dilapidated relics from the Napoleonic Empire, effectively maintaining His fantasies.
Portraits of Napoleon's marshals, woodcuts depicting battles, pictures of the Roman king as a baby; and a tall long table inlaid with carved copper ornaments, on which were displayed the relics of the empire, such as coats of arms and small bronze statues. The rocks on the island of St. Helena are under a glass dome, and there are some small portraits of the same lady with curly hair and lively eyebrows. She is wearing a dancing dress and a yellow robe. Big sleeves and tight cuffs - all of it, the long case, the Roman kings, the marshals, the lady in yellow, the tall, high-girded lady in yellow with the dignity so beloved in 1806 Madame... created an atmosphere of victory and conquest, more powerful than the lies we told him, the good colonel, who so naively believed that French troops were laying siege to Berlin.
"From this day on, our military operations have been greatly simplified. It is only a matter of time to capture Berlin. After some time, as long as the old man gets impatient with waiting, we will read a letter from him He read his son's letter. Of course, the letter was a forgery, because Paris had been besieged, and, as early as after the defeat of Sedan, Marshal MacMahon's staff had been captured and escorted to a certain place in Germany. Off to the fortress. You can imagine how painful it was for the poor girl not to hear anything from her father, only to know that he had been captured, deprived of everything, and perhaps still sick, while she had to pretend to be like him. She wrote cheerful letters one after another; of course the letters were short. A soldier who was marching victoriously in a conquered country could only write such short letters. Sometimes, she couldn't hold on anymore, and it took several weeks. There was no letter. The old man was anxious and couldn't sleep. So soon another letter came from Germany. She came to his bed and read it to him while holding back her tears and pretending to be happy. The old man listened solemnly, smiling understandingly at one moment, nodding his head in approval at another, and criticizing at other times. He also explained to us the unclear parts of the letter, but what made him particularly noble was the words he gave to his son. In the reply, he said: 'You must never forget that you are French...Be kind to those poor people and do not make them feel that our occupation is intolerable...' The letter went on and on. There are a lot of admirable words about protecting private property, respecting women, etc. In short, it is an authentic military honor manual specially prepared for conquerors. Sometimes, he also. The letter contained some general views on politics and the conditions for peace. On this issue, I should say, his conditions were not harsh: 'As long as war reparations and nothing else... cede their provinces. What's the use? Can we turn Germany into France?...'
"When he dictated these words, his tone was very firm, and you could feel that his words were full of innocent emotions. He This kind of noble patriotism cannot but sound deeply moving.
"During this period, the siege was getting tighter and tighter. Alas, it was not the siege of Berlin! ... It was the severe cold season, with constant artillery bombardment, plague, and famine. But, fortunately, we With careful care and meticulous care, the old man's resting life was not disturbed for a moment. Until the most difficult time, I was able to get him white bread and fresh meat. Of course, it is hard to imagine that only he could eat these foods. There is nothing more touching than the scene of the old grandfather dining, enjoying selfishly but being kept in the dark: he is sitting on the bed, his face glowing, smiling, with a napkin around his chest; because of insufficient food The pale little granddaughter sat next to him, holding his hand, helping him drink soup and help him eat the good food that no one else could eat. After the meal, the old man was full of energy. It was warm in the room, but it was cold outside. The north wind blew, and snowflakes were flying in front of the window. The old soldier recalled the battles he had participated in in the north, and then told us for the hundredth time about the unlucky retreat from Russia. At that time, they only had ice. Biscuits and horsemeat are available
"'Can you feel that? Little guy, we could only eat horse meat at that time!'
"I believe his granddaughter understands it deeply. In the past two months, she has eaten nothing else except horse meat... …But as the days passed and the old man regained his health, it became more and more difficult for us to take care of him. In the past, his dullness and paralysis kept us in the dark, but now things are starting to change.
Two or three times the terrible volley in front of the Gate Maillot made him jump and prick up his ears like a hound; we had to invent that Marshal Bazin had won another decisive victory at the gates of Berlin, just now. It was the Invalides who fired cannons in celebration. Another day, we pushed his bed to the window. I think that day was the Thursday when the bloody battle of Busenwa took place, and he clearly saw the National Guards gathering on the avenue.
"'What kind of army is this?' he asked. Then we heard him complain softly:
"'The clothes are too untidy, the clothes are too untidy!'
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"He said nothing else; but we immediately understood that we had to be extra careful in the future. Unfortunately, we were not careful enough.
"One evening I went to his house When I arrived, the girl greeted me in a panic:
"'They will enter the city tomorrow!' she said to me.
"Whether the door of my grandfather's room was open at that time? Anyway, now that I think about it, after we talked about it, the old man’s look was indeed a bit special that night. Maybe he heard our conversation. It's just that we are talking about the Prussian army; and this well-intentioned man was thinking about the French army, thinking it was his long-awaited triumphal ceremony-Marshal MacMahon, surrounded by flowers and playing drums, marched along the Boulevard Walking over, his son walked beside the marshal; he himself stood on the balcony, neatly dressed in military uniform, just like he did in Luzhen, saluting the national flag covered with bullet marks and the eagle flag blackened by gunpowder smoke... …
"Poor old man Joupe! He must have thought that we were going to prevent him from watching the triumphal procession of our army in order to prevent him from being overly excited, so he didn't talk about it to anyone; but first The next morning, just as the Prussian army was cautiously advancing along the road from Porte Maillot to the Tuileries Palace, the upstairs window slowly opened, and the colonel appeared on the balcony, with a military helmet on his head and a waistband. Carrying a saber and wearing the glorious and ancient uniform of Milhaud's old cavalry, I still don't understand what kind of will and what kind of sudden vitality enabled him to stand up and be so fully dressed. Indeed, he was standing there, just behind the railing. He was surprised that the road was so empty and silent. The shutters of every house were closed tightly. Paris was desolate, like a quarantine station for infectious diseases in the port. Everywhere They were all hung with flags, but the flags were so weird, all white with red crosses on them, and no one came out to welcome our team.
"For a moment, he thought he had made a mistake. ...
"But no! Over there, just behind the Arc de Triomphe, there was an inaudible noise, and under the rising sun, a dark team drove over... Slowly, the spires on the military helmets shone, the small bronze drums of Jena also beat, and under the Arc de Triomphe, Schubert's victory march sounded, accompanied by the cumbersome steps of the procession and the clash of sabers. The rhythm of the music! ...
"And then, in the desolate silence of the square, a cry was heard, a terrible cry: 'Get the weapons... Get the weapons... Prussians. ’ At this time, the first four cavalrymen of the outpost could see a tall old man waving his arms on the high balcony, staggering, and finally fell straight down. This time, Colonel Rufo was really dead. "
Translated by Liu Mingjiu
Work Appreciation
"The Siege of Berlin" is another short story by Daudet. The novel is based on the Franco-Prussian War in 1870. The background tells the patriotic story of Colonel Joupt, an ordinary French soldier during the Prussian army's siege of Paris, creating a tragic image of a French soldier with a strong spirit of patriotism. The novel was novel in concept, but the original title was "The Siege of Paris." It is called "The Siege of Berlin". The plot is cleverly arranged. Through the story of an ill old soldier, it contrasts the painful reality of Paris being besieged and captured by Prussia with the protagonist's imagination of the victory of the French army in conquering Berlin, which deeply expresses the intensity of the character. The patriotism also gives the novel a touching and tragic tone. The style is euphemistic and delicate, the language is simple and simple, and the length is short and concise. These are also the artistic characteristics of this novel. From the perspective of artistic ingenuity and profound thought, the novel can be called a novel. It is a patriotic masterpiece among the short stories in the world.
The Story of Slapping the Mouth
Li Ganglin
The Anti-Japanese War is definitely related to the Slapping of the Mouth. Otherwise, how could it have started? ?
Today’s world has changed. Anyway, war is one concept, peace is another concept; anyway, having the best of both worlds is one concept, and losing both sides is another concept; anyway, everyone wants to live a good life; anyway, who wants to live a good life? To live a good life, no one can live without the other; anyway, the story of China and Japan in the future is a story of great wisdom, that is for sure; anyway, there will be new stories of China and Japan in the future, not old stories. That's for sure.
The Anti-Japanese War has something to do with mouth slapping, that’s for sure.
Why did China and Japan fight more than sixty years ago?
When I look back today, I must start with "The Story of Slapping the Mouth".
Disclaimer in advance: Every story I tell is true and definitely not a self-written novel.
The Japanese have a very distinct national characteristic: they like to slap their mouths.
Japanese movies usually have this plot. When something happens and they feel unhappy, they slap each other in the mouth.
Chinese people generally do not slap the face or the butt.
An old Chinese saying goes: Hit someone without slapping someone in the face. Chinese people love and want face.
Chinese people pay attention to the word "forbearance" when encountering problems: tolerance is the big one; small intolerance will mess up the big plans, etc.
The attitude towards faces can be regarded as a relatively obvious difference in national character between the Yamato nation and the Chinese nation.
In 1931, the Japanese carried out the "September 18th Incident" and drove away the Northeastern Army at that time. As a result, the Japanese occupied all of our Northeastern region. At that time, Japan also gave the Northeast region a new name, "Manchukuo", and designated an emperor for "Manchukuo" named Puyi. However, in "Manchukuo", Puyi was the grandson and the Japanese were the fathers. Therefore, the Northeast at that time became the world of the Japanese. The Japanese are in the sky, and the Chinese are suppressed underground.
So, there is a story about slapping the mouth.
1. The first mouthful
Chinese Chang Longji was born in 1921 in Taibi Village, Tongtai Township, Longtan Temple, Xifeng County, Liaoning Province. His mother died when he was 3 years old, and his father had been suffering from illness all year round and had no time to take care of himself.
Chang Longji has been living with his widowed grandmother since he was 3 years old. His grandmother has no land, and they live by begging.
On the country road more than 60 miles from Taibi Village to Xifeng County, in the villages along the way, you can see a thin and shriveled little boy begging along the street in spring, summer, autumn and winter, or following his grandmother. Or alone, coming in the wind and going in the rain. On the path he traveled all year round, he could hear the same childish cry every day: "Grandpa, grandma, please do okay." He could only beg for food every day, for his grandmother and his seriously ill father. And for his own belly.
This is Chang Longji in his childhood.
One morning in 1935, before it was time to beg for food, Chang Longji was carrying a dung basket and a dung shovel on his back, picking up dung everywhere. When he reached the gate of the Japanese elementary school on the edge of the county town, he stopped. This was the first time he saw Japanese people from a distance. He curiously stood at the gate and watched the Japanese elementary school students "exercise". The dung basket accidentally slipped down and half of the dung basket was scattered beside the school gate. Chang Longji hurriedly leaned over to pick up the dung. He felt sorry for his dung.
At this time, a Japanese man came out. As soon as he saw him and the excrement on the ground, he grabbed him by the collar and slapped his mouth, lifting him up like a chicken. , opened his bow left and right, and slapped Chang Longji so hard that stars popped out of his eyes, and he was completely blinded.
The Japanese had beaten him enough, grabbed his hair, pressed his head on the dung pile, and forced him to eat all the dung on the ground.
Chang Longji’s face was stuck in the dung pile, his face was red from holding in, and he couldn’t breathe. Only then did he realize that his face was pressed tightly into the dung pile.
He couldn't bear it anymore, so he instinctively rolled around like a rabbit, knocking the Japanese man aside. He grabbed a manure shovel and chopped at the head, killing the Japanese man.
He was very scared and regretful afterwards. He was indeed driven into panic at that time and hit the Japanese by mistake. He did not mean to do so.
That day, Chang Longji ran away. He knew he was in serious trouble. That night, he did not go home. He boarded a train bound for Siping and went to live with his distant cousin.
This was the first time Chang Longji had seen a Japanese in his life, and it was also the first time he had been slapped in the mouth. In fact, he didn't even see what the Japanese looked like. In the past, his father only spanked him with shoe soles and never slapped his mouth.
For several days, his face was swollen like a steamed bun, red and burning with pain. Unforgettable.
He remembered that Japanese people like to slap their mouths.
Chang Longji was afraid. He was afraid of the Japanese and he was afraid of being slapped in the mouth. In the past, he only knew that hunger was the most terrifying thing. After being slapped for the first time, he felt that there was something more terrifying than hunger in the world: Japanese slaps in the mouth.
He didn’t understand why the Japanese slapped his mouth, and he didn’t dare to ask. He kept his mouth closed all day long, with only his eyes open.
That year, he was 14 years old.
Chang Longji ran to his distant cousin's house in Siping and lived in fear for several years. He avoided the Japanese and never got slapped again. In 1941, he was still caught. Instead of going to jail, he was asked to serve as a soldier.
This time, Chang Longji met the Japanese again.
2. "Nakuru"
In 1941, Chang Longji was 20 years old, the age when he was drafted into the army.
After the July 7th Incident in 1937, Japan sent troops to the pass to annex China. Japan did not have enough local soldiers, so it implemented a conscription system in "Manchukuo" and recruited strong men from village to house.
Chang Longji’s name was on the household registration, but the person could not be found. The head of the mobilization unit of the Xifeng County Office refused, so the village chief was given 7 days to send the person to the county. Otherwise, he would be taken The village chief punished him for the crime of "resisting the Greater East Asia Golden Circle". The village chief tried every possible means to find out the address of Chang Longji's cousin's home, and quickly led the police to Siping. Chang Longji was blocked in the room by the village chief and the police before he even got up. He was tied up by Wu Huada and sent directly to the Xifeng County Office. He became a soldier.
In May 1941, Chang Longji was incorporated into the second platoon and fourth squad of the mortar company of the second regiment of the Jing'an Army of Manchukuo. The unit was stationed in Shangjieji, Fujin City, Heilongjiang Province today.
Recruits must undergo six months of recruit training before joining the army. Recruit training is in accordance with Japanese military regulations. The instructors are all Japanese. All training instructions are in Japanese. All training subjects are in accordance with Japanese military regulations. Chang Longji was a farmer who had been begging since he was a child, and later farmed and carried out heavy work. He couldn't tell the difference between "turn left" and "turn right"; he couldn't remember "stand at attention" and "take a rest", and he couldn't remember the passwords. It was in Japanese, and he didn't even understand it. He was completely confused. For this reason, Chang Longji got slapped in the face a lot.
The veterans were all Chinese, and they sympathized with this skinny little recruit. Seeing that he was not understanding, they gave him an "individual trainer" sooner or later to teach him basic movements and essentials.
Chang Longji is very hard-working. He understands everything in front of the veterans and can do it well. All actions comply with the requirements of the doctrine. But as soon as he saw the Japanese instructor, his mind suddenly buzzed and he forgot all about it. Before the Japanese instructor even opened his mouth to give the command, he was so frightened that he covered his head and turned around. He himself admitted that after the first time he was hit by a Japanese, his brain was filled with water.
Every time he failed the assessment, Chang Longji was slapped in the mouth in front of the team. After the team was disbanded, the Japanese added a new subject to him: "Nakuru".
One day, the recruits were assessed on "technical subjects" and "subjects". In the morning, they took the "technical" test and in the afternoon, they took the "subject" test. Chang Longji failed in individual movements, oral examinations, and written examinations, and he was so angry that he failed. The Japanese instructor screamed.
After the disbandment, Chang Longji did not leave. He had long been mentally prepared to be slapped. Before the Japanese instructor could speak, he took the initiative to stand at attention in front of the Japanese instructor and stretched out his arms. Waiting for a slap in the face.
As a result, the Japanese instructor did not slap him in the mouth. The Japanese instructor waved his hand, and three Japanese soldiers with murderous faces came. They pulled Chang Longji to the playground. The three stood in a triangle, surrounding Chang Longji in the middle. The Japanese instructor howled: "Nakuru!" The three Japanese soldiers were like crazy beasts. Each of them raised their fists, opened their bows left and right, and beat, threw, and kicked the three Japanese soldiers. He was panting and sitting on the ground. He continued to beat Chang Longji until he was silent and the "Nakulu" ended.
When several comrades in the same class carried Chang Longji, who was beaten half to death, to the dormitory and placed him on the kang, Chang Longji opened his eyes with his fingers on his eyelids. He saw clearly that he was surrounded by his comrades.
When his comrades bruised him, he didn’t shed a single tear; when his comrades gave him water, he didn’t open his mouth; when his comrades talked to him, he didn’t say a word.
Everyone said, don’t keep the words in your heart, and advised him to cry out in the room, speak out, curse out, and feel better.
His comrades kindly advised him to be more open-minded, and advised him not to dwell on the Japanese slapping him in the mouth, but to just do the right thing and everything would be fine.
Chang Longji remained silent.
The signal for dinner rang. His comrades secretly brought him some food, but he refused to eat it.
The lights-out signal sounded and everyone fell asleep. He held his eyelids with his fingers and stayed awake all night.
The next night, the "Night Sleeper" (night shift watchman) found that Chang Longji was missing when he checked the shop, and his comrades hurriedly searched around the barracks courtyard.
Chang Longji hung himself. His comrades quickly put him down and gave him artificial respiration. His first words after coming back to life were: "Why don't you let me die!" After saying this, he cried bitterly.
The Japanese found out about Chang Longji's hanging, and slapped him in the mouth again, another "Nakuru".
Chang Longji remembered: Hanging himself to seek death is like "nakoulu" and slaps his mouth.
3. "Xiehe mouth"
Chang Longji's company commander was from the old Northeast Army. He is kind-hearted, righteous, and has good military qualities, but he is addicted to alcohol.
The company commander sympathized with this "stubborn" guy who was the stupidest in the group, got slapped the most, and never spoke a word. He often arranged for him to do some odd jobs and hide from the Japanese to avoid being slapped by the Japanese. His mouth.
Chang Longji is an honest man and knows how to repay kindness. He used his pitiful allowance to buy drinks for the company commander and take care of daily affairs for the company commander, and the company commander did not avoid him.
Once, Chang Longji bought a bottle of "small roast" and a pack of pig head meat for the company commander. The company commander was so happy that he drank too much and began to speak in plain language: "Fujin is an important military location and is called the second national border. Further north is Heilongjiang, and across the river is the Soviet Union."
" The little Japs and Lao Maozi have nothing to do with each other. Not far to the east is Wuding Mountain, which is the big fortress of the Japanese Army. It is called the Wuding Mountain Military Fortress. This useless thing can't learn anything and will only get slapped in the face. I'll beg the bastard Japanese commander to let me feed my horse."
Chang Longji looked at Lian. Long drink, just pour him wine.
On the second day, there will be an on-site exercise assessment, which is the last subject of recruit training. Once this subject is completed, the six-month recruit training will be over.
The exercise subject that day was "Platoon Search". The recruit company was pulled to the vicinity of Wuding Mountain. Each platoon dispersed into squads and searched the hillside from different directions at the same time.
The exercise was over, and everyone in the company came back, except Chang Longji. When the whole company gathered, everyone saw two Japanese soldiers dragging Chang Longji out of the woods from a distance.
When the whole company returned to the barracks, the Japanese instructor announced: No meals will be served until the troops are disbanded.
The Japanese instructor pointed at the company commander’s nose and ordered: The entire company should form two rows and stand at arm’s length facing each other.
As soon as the company commander assembled the team, the Japanese instructor slapped him and pushed the company commander into the queue. Then, the Japanese soldiers stood at both ends of the team and watched, and the Japanese instructor commanded: "Xiehe Mouth, start!" Then, more than a hundred people in the entire company began to slap each other in the mouth.
There was a "crackling" sound immediately on the playground, like a salvo of machine guns from the entire company, deafening. The Chinese people have never heard this kind of voice; the Chinese people have never felt this kind of "Xiehe mouth".
The beating lasted until the whole company sat on the ground and gasped for air, and then the "Xie He Mouzi" ended.
Finally, the Japanese instructor ordered the company commander to take three soldiers to pull Chang Longji out of the queue and add a "Nakuru" to him alone.
That night, everyone in the company had bruises and swollen noses and faces, everyone was sighing, and everyone had bleeding from the corners of their mouths. No one could eat dinner, and no one could eat anything.
The comrades carried Chang Longji to the kang, and he rolled to the ground desperately. He lay on the ground and raised his swollen head in front of his comrades. His face was full of blood, tears, and redness and swelling. For a moment, he tremblingly raised his arms and knocked his head to the ground. Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! ... The comrades in arms were all frightened when they heard the sound of "dong, dong".
No matter how much his comrades tried to persuade or pull him, he just couldn’t get up and kept kowtowing.
The company commander scolded: "You are an unworthy thing, dragging the entire company to slap Xiehe Mouth. You don't even think about where Wuding Mountain is. You want to run? You can run." Are you going out?"
Chang Longji remembered: If he wanted to run away, he would drag Quan Lian and slap him in the face.
4. Chang Longji can also slap his mouth
The company commander was really anxious and scolded: "You can forget about being slapped in the mouth alone. This is great. Now the whole company slaps Xiehe Who can bear to be slapped on the face of Xiehe every day? Are all these 100 people going to have fun?"
The company commander knew in his heart: Little Japan is like this. That is the nature, Chang Longji is the virtue. Now that he is the father, if he is dissatisfied, he will definitely still slap his mouth, he will definitely still "Nakuru", he will definitely still slap "Xiehe Mouth" in Quanlian. Who can make him stronger?
The company commander had only one mistake: arrange for Chang Longji to raise horses and hide from the Japanese. Otherwise, if Chang Longji is finished, the whole company will be finished too.
So, he racked his brains, begged everywhere, and tried every means. Finally, after the recruit training, Chang Longji became the company commander's Ma Bian.
Chang Longji bought wine and meat for the company commander. The company commander was happy and stopped scolding him. He scolded the Japanese: "It's so damn rare. Just slap your mouth and slap your mouth. Why not?" Slap Xie He in the fucking mouth. Isn’t that tearing our faces? Why the hell would little Japan do such a damaging thing?” the company commander wondered.
The company commander had a big white horse, which turned out to be dirty and thin. Chang Longji was willing to work hard. Within two months after he took over, the big white horse became as white as snow, with shiny hair. It ran with wind on its hooves without bumping or jumping. In addition, all the leather harnesses were used. The copper saddle accessories were polished to a bright shine, and even the horse dung bag was washed as white as new. The big white horse suddenly became the most eye-catching horse in the whole group