"Your sheep are amazing." Lieutenant Matsuda forced a forced smile on his face and gave Mu Dun'er a thumbs up.
Although he wanted to kill the ewe that had been watching him warily with one knife.
Being stared at by a sheep like an enemy was an unprecedented experience for this Japanese second lieutenant. But the feeling was really not that good. It was easy for him to think that he was on the same level as the beast.
It seems that all this reminds him that in this land, everything that belongs to China is his enemy.
"If one day you learn how to drive an iron bird, you will rob their sheep and burn down their houses!" Second Lieutenant Matsuda, who gradually regained his composure, spoke to his side from behind and didn't speak much Chinese.
The superior soldier who remained silent gestured quietly and asked casually with a sigh.
Unexpectedly, he got an unexpected answer.
"Uncle, are those who robbed things bandits?" Mu Dun'er was obviously a little confused about this question and asked hesitantly.
"That's right!" Lieutenant Matsuda was slightly startled.
"Uncle Shan Ying said that we are going to drive away the bandits who came to steal our things." Mu Dun'er carefully recalled the topic that only adults would discuss that he did not fully understand, and then said firmly: "But
I have never thought about becoming a bandit."
The two Japanese soldiers who had quietly dispersed and completely blocked all escape routes on the left and right sides of the little boy suddenly froze.
Especially Senior Private Chi Hao, who has been silent all this time. Although he doesn't speak Chinese very well, he can understand it.
As a soldier who comes from the lowest peasant family, he is very aware of the dangers of bandits. No matter how good the harvest is, it is not worth the presence of bandits. They will use guns and knives to make you impoverished again, no matter how hard you have worked.
On this point, he had the same idea as the simple and kind-hearted Chinese boy in front of him. However, he was not a farmer now, but had become a bandit in the eyes of the Chinese boy. It was he, and his compatriots, who occupied
Northeast China broke into North China and came to Shanxi to seize the land that originally belonged to the Chinese.
The propaganda of the empire is to make the lives of the people of the empire better, but to make the lives of the people of the empire better, should they become gangsters and steal things that originally belong to others? The superior soldier who has never considered this issue actually
In this flash of lightning, a little Chinese boy's answer aroused great doubts in my heart.
In his heart, there seemed to be a voice telling him that he did not want to be a bandit, at least not in the eyes of this simple Chinese boy who endured hunger and gave him the only two roasted sweet potatoes he had to eat.
Chi Haasi not only lowered his eyes, trying not to let himself look at Mu Dun'er's pure eyes, he even turned his gaze to his boss. Not to mention suddenly awakening, at least he had clearly revealed that he
He didn't want to hurt the little Chinese boy in front of him.
War can distort human nature, but sometimes it can also help people regain their lost humanity, especially after being treated with kindness and gentleness without any impurities.
Second Lieutenant Matsuda also stood blankly. The Chinese boy in front of him was the enemy. He knew very well that once their identities as Japanese were revealed, let alone two roasted sweet potatoes, the Chinese boy in front of him would definitely pick them up with his little hands.
Stones to defend the land that originally belonged to him. He could feel it.
But, is he wrong? He just hates the gangsters who come to steal his things.
The little Chinese boy's face, red and tanned by the sun, and the look of his little brother, who was leaning against him and gently tugging at the corner of his clothes when he was about to go on an expedition, were actually intertwined at that moment, making it difficult to distinguish them clearly.
In the early morning of late autumn, there was no bright sunshine, it was still very cold, and the frost on his body was not yet gone, but a few drops of cold sweat broke out on Lieutenant Matsuda's forehead. Should he kill or not kill this little boy who might expose their whereabouts?
?For a time, heaven and man are at war, making it difficult to make a decision.
"Uncle, are you not full yet? Why don't you follow me back to the village! I'll ask my mother to bake pancakes for you." Mu Dun'er obviously didn't know that he was in a critical moment of life and death, and he didn't say anything when he saw the two "Uncles from the National Army"
, I thought about it again and again, but it was very difficult to make a decision.
For him, pancakes are something he has not seen for a long time. The last few kilograms of white flour at home were left by Uncle Shan Ying as a reward for him. They are the last grains kept at home for urgent needs.
, if it is mixed with wild vegetables or something, it can still feed him and his mother for several days. But if it is donated, the family's last support will be gone.
But the little Mudun'er has understood since the village was machine-gunned by the Japs' Iron Birds a few days ago that if these uncles in military uniforms and carrying guns hadn't fought hard with the Japanese, not only would they have lost food, but they would have also probably
The whole village was killed by the little devils, so no matter whether Xiao Hei gave birth to a baby or not, and whether he had milk or not, the little sister would not be able to survive.
"Little brother, let's go!" Lieutenant Matsuda, who seemed to have lost all his strength, sat back on the ground again, waved his hand to the enthusiastic Mu Dun'er, and said in a dazed voice.
The superior soldier Chi Zaosi on the side breathed a sigh of relief and silently took a few steps back.
"Uncle, do you think I'm a liar?" Mu Dun'er was unhappy after being rejected. He thought that he had struggled for a long time and let others see that he was stingy. His face turned red with some annoyance and he said: "My family can't
There are five kilograms of fine white flour, which Uncle Shan Ying gave me as a reward when I killed five little devils last time."
This bragging is so awesome... Lieutenant Matsuda and the first-class soldier looked at each other, dumbfounded. When did the Imperial Army become so worthless that they were killed by this little kid in front of them who they could strangle to death with one hand?
Five. Then, they are here to be bandits? The imperial army that came to China is not here to grab the land, but to try their best to escape from China's rhythm!
"Okay, okay, let's go!" Lieutenant Matsuda waved his hand again, and took out a huge gold ring from his arms and threw it to Mu Dun'er, "I'll give this to you as sweet potato money."
The gold ring was given to Lieutenant Matsuda by a well-dressed Chinese businessman who was trying to please him when he was inspecting Chinese people out of the city in Peking. He will always remember the groveling look of that wealthy Chinese businessman who was supposed to be an upper-class person in China. It made him
At that moment, he felt that he was a god and could completely control the life and death of all the Chinese people there. He knew that those Chinese people hated them, but they were even more afraid of them.
Facing the muzzle of the gun, all of them lowered their heads and bent their waists. Even the superior Chinese people could only grovel like a dog in front of him, a small infantry squad leader. At that time, he
I don't think there's anything wrong when bandits take over their land.
Such a weak and despicable nation does not deserve to own this fertile land.
However, here, he saw another part of the Chinese people who were different from his impression. They were brave, fearless and powerful enough to defeat the invincible Imperial Army. He also saw the kindness of ordinary Chinese people, who were so kind that he
This Japanese who once regarded the Chinese as pigs and dogs could not bear to destroy this kindness.
Second Lieutenant Matsuda did not realize that his mentality had quietly changed. When a nation shows its strength, or when the enemy treats it as an opponent of the same level, the animal nature that was once unscrupulously indulged will be
Take it back and humanity will return.
Because he is also afraid that he and his tribe will be treated the same way.
It was not how kind-hearted the two Japanese were, but the strength of the Chinese in Jiuguan that brought the powerful army of the Japanese Empire down to the altar and allowed them to regain their rational thinking.
Being weak will never bring you mercy, but will bring you more unscrupulous bullying. Only being strong can instill awe in your opponents.
This is the law of survival in nature.
"Hmph! Who wants your dirty money?"
What surprised Second Lieutenant Matsuda and the first class soldier was that in their eyes, the gold that they could exchange for at least twenty grams of grain for a year in Japan was actually thrown back by the Chinese boy with great anger.
As he turned to leave, he also said with tears in his eyes: "You are not good people, give me back my sweet potatoes."
Standing dumbfounded, he watched the shining golden ring being thrown into the grass by the little boy. The soft and tough nerves of Second Lieutenant Matsuda were broken when Mu Dun'er hit him in the heart with a bit of cry.
Yes, in Jiuguan, he was ordered by his superiors to be the leader of the death squad every day. Every time he was almost dead, he still had to face the censure of his superiors and the looks of contempt from countless colleagues who looked at him as a coward. Second Lieutenant Matsuda's nerves were always tense.
. After escaping for a day and night in the mountains, facing the tragic fate of being shot and killed by the Chinese at all times, my tense nerves were already on the verge of collapse.
Now, I want to give money to a Chinese boy and want to end the mutual debt, but the Chinese boy rejects me aggrievedly.
Like the last straw that broke the camel's back, Lieutenant Matsuda's tense nerve finally broke. He stood up angrily and yelled: "Yes, we are not good people, we are Japanese, and we are bandits in your eyes."
, now, you are satisfied!"
"Ah?" Mudun'er was stunned, his round eyes widening.
"Baga! I am Second Lieutenant Matsuda Ishibumi, captain of the 1st Infantry Squadron, 1st Battalion, 2nd Infantry Squadron, 77th Infantry Regiment, 20th Infantry Division of the Empire of Japan." Second Lieutenant Matsuda, who was obviously more competitive with Mu Dun'er, reported in one breath.
After finishing his number, a ferocious look appeared on his face, "Get out of here! Take your sheep with you before this team leader changes his mind."
The broken-hearted Captain Matsuda was even looking forward to seeing this little Chinese boy who claimed to have killed five Imperial Army soldiers run away in fear. Perhaps in that way, he could regain some face and help himself.
The weakness in my heart.
Unfortunately, he was wrong.
After a brief moment of surprise.
"What a bastard, what a little devil." Mu Dun'er's round eyes showed resentment, and then he shouted: "Raise your hands!"
The runaway duo wanted to laugh.
However, as soon as the smile appeared on his cheeks, he froze.
The little boy, who was no more than one meter tall, took out a dark object from his tattered clothes, held it with both hands and pointed it at them.
Baga... The two runaways opened their eyes wide at the same time, which was much bigger than Mu Dun'er's eyes widened due to anger.