coobybook Chapter 255: The old hero, the old gentleman, used his life to poke the sky, and used his life to me
Chapter 255: The old hero, the old gentleman, used his life to poke the sky, and used his life to me
"Yamamoto Hen!!!"
"Yamamoto Hen!!!"
"Yamamoto Hen!!!"
Compared to their previous hatred for her lack of fighting spirit, the people of Panjia Village and the villagers who came from the neighboring village were filled with flames of hatred when their eyes fell on Yamamoto Hen.
The Yanzhao War of Resistance lasted for 14 years.
Shimen was completely occupied for 9 years.
The small-foot basin caused countless tragedies in Shimen.
Anxia, Tofu Village, Plum Blossoms...
These are just the ones that are recorded. The number of villages massacred and families exterminated as a result of the Three Alls Policy is countless.
Pan Village and the surrounding villages became the focus of the Bound Foot Basin's crackdown because of their fierce resistance. Many men were killed, women were thrown into wells, and some were even heroines who died with knives and forks under the bayonets of the Bound Foot Basin's guns.
In this area, people not only hate small foot basins.
What I hate even more is that little bastard named Yamamoto.
During the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, the cruel methods used by the Small Foot Basin Regiment led by Taijun Yamamoto were no less brutal than those of the two beasts in the Nanjing Massacre.
What makes people hate it the most is that the little foot basins, led by Yamamoto Taijun, escaped punishment in the end.
This not only became Gao Zheng's pain, but also a hatred that Pancun's generation could not let go of.
Now that Yamamoto Hen has appeared, how can the people of Pan Village and the surrounding villages not be filled with hatred?
"I come!"
Granny Liu stepped forward, holding a rolling pin.
"I come!"
Granny Liu's two brothers and mother came forward with kitchen knives.
"I come!"
Uncle Zhang took the dung fork from his son.
"I come!"
"I come!"
"I come……"
The roars filled with hatred finally gathered into waves of sound and rushed towards Yamamoto the hen.
At this moment, whether it is the people of Pan Village or the people of the surrounding villages.
At this moment, there is no distinction between men and women, old and young.
They all came forward angrily...
Ula uh uh uh uh…
At this moment, the sound of urgent sirens rang out on the street.
The crowd that was originally walking slowly forward suddenly turned around, staring at the oncoming vehicles with fierce eyes like a stab of a knife.
The old men in khaki military uniforms stepped forward in unison.
Some wore medals on their chests, some held samurai swords, and some held martyr certificates...
It’s just like more than half a century ago, when we bravely charged forward in the face of the artillery fire from the small-foot basin.
“1937年10月5日，岸下365人被杀，村中55户被杀绝。许多妇女为了逃避凌辱而选择自杀……”
“1937年10月12日，豆腐庄302名村民被杀害，其中130余人被刺死并扔进村西的枯井中，另有10人被绑在大树上活活烧死。”
"From October 12 to 15, 1937, the Japanese army surrounded Meihua Town and carried out a massacre for four days and three nights, killing 1547 people. The entire village was annihilated, leaving no one alive."
"From November to December 1937, a total of 437 people were killed in Pan Village. Women were thrown into wells and children were hanged..."
"November 17, 1937, Li Village..."
"December 1937, Gaozhuang..."
The township leaders who had just gotten off the bus felt their scalps go numb when they heard these numbers.
Especially some of the locals, their hair stood on end.
No one knew better than them the hatred for people with bound feet in this area.
No one knows better than them what it means when these old guys say these words.
however,
What frightened them most was
Or was there a sudden roar from behind the crowd?
"Ancestors, behold..."
"Father, Mother, please forgive my unfilial behavior..."
The shrill roar was like thunder on a winter night, sending chills down their spines.
"stop!"
"calm!"
"Stop them..."
The township leaders felt their scalps tingle and shouted anxiously.
Can……
Responding to them,
He is a veteran who moves forward step by step.
They are a pair of eyes filled with hatred.
Moreover, there were extremely shrill roars and painful wails...
"It's over... it's over..."
As the color faded from the cheeks of the township leaders, the crowd blocking their way slowly moved to the sides from the end of the team, and a road about four or five meters wide appeared in front of the township leaders.
But none of them could take a step forward.
The three people tied up in the prison van looked like they had lost all traces of human form.
In particular, the Yamamoto hen who was tied to the prison car in the middle had her limbs chopped off.
Four elderly men in their octogenarians, hunched over and covered in blood, were holding kitchen knives, each dragging an arm or thigh, and staggering but determinedly walking towards them.
Every time the four elderly men took a step forward, they couldn't help but take a step back.
"You... you..."
"You guys...are in big trouble..."
It was not until the car behind them blocked their retreat that they could no longer hold back and uttered these words with trembling hearts.
But these four elderly men in their octogenarians acted as if they heard nothing. They walked up to them step by step, and with a "bang", they threw their scarred arms and legs at their feet.
"Pan Anbang, a veteran of the Third Squadron of the Anti-Japanese Volunteer Army, is willing to plead guilty and accept punishment."
"Zhang Zhu, a veteran of the 7th Squadron of the Anti-Japanese Guerrilla Column, is willing to plead guilty and accept punishment."
"Pan, the widow of Li Jianying, a martyr of the Gaozheng Advance Team, is willing to plead guilty and accept punishment."
"Ma Fuhai, a veteran of the Second Detachment of the Anti-Japanese Guerrillas, is willing to plead guilty and accept punishment..."
Accompanied by four hoarse and resolute voices, everyone's body couldn't help but tremble.
At this moment, not to mention the township leaders, even the relevant leaders who had just rushed to make the decision were frozen in place. They opened their mouths, wanting to say something, but could not utter a word.
Don’t they hate the small foot basin?
The vast majority of people hate (dog head to save life).
even,
They hate it even more, but they have to consider the national conditions, endure humiliation, and even bear the blame (this is true, and there are quite a few of them. If you don’t believe it, check it out yourself).
But at this moment, they didn't know what to do.
In other words, they know clearly what to do, and even more clearly how to minimize the impact, but their conscience prevents them from doing so.
Compared to them.
The people from Pan Village and other villages standing behind didn't care about that.
They knew that someone had helped them vent the anger that had been held in their hearts for generations.
But at the same time, they felt a sigh of relief in their hearts.
At an age when they should be protecting the older generation from wind and rain, they are once again left standing in front of them by the hunched older generation.
I'm afraid no one with a conscience can stand this.
But even if they couldn't bear it anymore, they had to endure it.
Wow...
At this moment, an old and tattered flag with indelible bloodstains suddenly stood up, fluttering in the cold wind.
Everyone heard the sound and looked around.
Pan Yinian, who was supposed to be protected at the back, held the flagpole tightly and walked to Pan Anbang's side with firm steps. Amidst the astonished and horrified eyes, he handed the old flag of the Anti-Japanese Volunteer Army to Pan Anbang.
"Grandpa, take it. Our Pan family is worthy of heaven, earth, and our ancestors..."
Wow...
Another old military flag was raised, shining brightly in the cold winter sun.
Zhang Xing held high the old flag of the Anti-Japanese Guerrilla Column, marched to Zhang Zhu's side, turned around and handed it to Zhang Zhu, who had snow-white hair.
"Grandpa, take this. I've always remembered what you said: Our Zhang family values righteousness. From ancient times to the present, there has never been a coward. I, Zhang Xing, have never joined the army or fought in a battle, but I also have the toughness of our Zhang family!"
Wow...
The old battle flag of Gaozheng's advancing team fluttered in the wind.
"Grandmother, you have avenged your great-grandfather and grandfather. If China and Jiaoben go to war, I will trample Tokyo and exterminate their entire clan!"
Wow...
The old battle flag of the Anti-Japanese War guerrillas flutters in the wind.
"Grandpa, our Ma family has produced Er Gouzi, but our Ma family has produced even more heroes. Look ahead, the men of the Ma family are even more courageous..."
Wow...
Four old battle flags fluttered in the cold wind.
The broken hole, facing the cold wind, brought with it billowing smoke.
At this moment, the four octogenarians standing in front of everyone seemed to have returned to that era of smoke and gunpowder, holding high the battle flag and leading the heroes of the older generation, crossing time and space...
dong dong dong...
The war drums are roaring.
The charge is roaring.
Everyone's eyes swept coldly over the silent leaders, then slowly turned and looked towards the entrance of the Pan Family Ancestral Hall.
I see,
The nine war drums that were originally used to welcome the returning wanderers now stir up clouds and winds.
As for the sons of the Pan family, they were all dressed in white...
Pan Mingshan, covered in white, stood on the high platform, "The sons of the Pan family, pay homage to our ancestors and respect the martyrs..."
"Kneel, thank our ancestors for their protection and upbringing;"
"Kneel, the martyrs have protected our bloodline forever;"
"Kneel, all the compatriots who died on this land;"
"Kneel, elder Pan Anbang, protect the village, the clan, and the backbone of our Pan family..."
wow...
Pan clan,
Whether it was the direct descendants of Pan Village or the Wang family of Pan in Jinling, they all knelt on the ground.
One kneel, ancestors;
Second kneel, for the martyrs who died in battle;
Kneel three times for our compatriots who died;
Four kneeling, the executioner elder...
"Zhang family members, pay tribute to our ancestors and kneel before the martyrs..."
Before the Pan family members stood up, Old Man Zhang stood on the west side of the Pan family ancestral hall and roared at the top of his voice.
"Kneel, thank our ancestors for their protection and upbringing;"
"Kneel, the martyrs have protected our bloodline forever;"
"Kneel, all the compatriots who died on this land;"
"Kneel, elder Zhang Zhu, protect the village, the clan, and the backbone of our Zhang family..."
wow...
The crowd fell to their knees again.
However, Zhang's first kneeling was towards the direction of the ancestral tomb, and the second, third and fourth kneelings were the same as Zhang's.
Then,
Granny Liu, "Liu's son..."
Old Man Ma, "Ma's son..."
The man from the Li family, "The son of the Li family..."
wow...
wow...
wow...
The dense crowd knelt down one by one.
In just a few minutes, a large group of people knelt in the square of about ten acres in front of the Pan Family Ancestral Hall, and there were very few people standing.
Even Su Ying and others who came to participate in the Pan family's ancestral worship ceremony as classmates knelt behind Pan Yinian.
Not only that, the crowd who had learned the news too late and rushed over also found their own team one by one and knelt down. Even a few civil servants slowly turned around, found their own team, and knelt on the ground.
Looking at the crowd kneeling on the ground in silence, the leaders who came in a hurry and the police who were forced to respond, all of them had their clothes soaked with cold sweat.
"It's a big deal."
"It's a complete mess."
"This time, the sky is about to burst..."
Many leaders were at a loss and in a panic.
However, they didn't know that this was just the beginning...
"rise……"
Accompanied by the loud shouts of Pan Mingshan and his four companions, the dark crowd slowly stood up.
Then, four younger elders, approaching their octogenarian years, took out ropes and tied up the arms and legs on the ground. Each of them dragged an arm or leg and bowed to Pan Anbang and the others, "Elders, please go first..."
The villagers of Pan Village and the surrounding villages said, "Elders, please go first..."
"Let's go..."
Following Pan Anbang's loud and hoarse voice, the four elderly men slowly raised their feet and walked towards the west entrance of the village.
Four younger people followed closely behind, dragging Yamamoto Hen's arms and legs.
Next came the Pan family, dressed in mourning.
Then, there are the Zhang, Liu, Ma, and Li families...
The huge team, as if their leaders were invisible, marched towards the village entrance.
Those leaders were panicked and confused, like ants on the hot pan, and their usual stability was no longer possible.
As a last resort, a capable leader who had a close personal relationship with Pan Mingshan hurriedly chased Pan Mingshan and said, "Old Pan, what are you doing? If you have something to say, can't you just talk it out? This is going to be a big trouble..."
"No trouble."
Pan Mingshan looked at the four old battle flags fluttering in the wind in front of him and shook his head. "We've been holding this anger for too long, and remembering this grudge for too long, so long that we've almost gotten used to it, and almost forgotten it."
"I'm just an ordinary person. I can't think about anything too far-reaching, nor can I take care of the overall situation. I can only guard my own little piece of land, look at the children and younger generations around me, and tell them that there are some things that cannot be forgotten and some things that cannot be refrained from doing."
“Rather than living a life of depression, relying on future generations, and dying with regrets, it is better to get things done while you are still alive.”
A capable leader said, "But..."
Pan Mingshan: "We take responsibility for what we have done. We Pan Village people will never shirk our responsibilities, let alone implicate others. Okay, old friend, it's my turn."
Speaking of which,
Pan Mingshan took two quick steps, took the rope from the old man Pan's hand, and dragged Yamamoto Hen's arm forward.
It is like a legacy passed down from generation to generation, never forgetting the national humiliation or the family feud.
"I……"
The capable leader was so anxious that blisters appeared at the corners of his mouth.
Didn't he understand what Pan Mingshan meant?
Didn't he understand that the four octogenarians had long been determined to die, and wanted to use their lives to poke a hole in the sky and then repair it?
Can……
How does this work?
When he wanted to turn around and discuss countermeasures with his boss, he suddenly discovered that the team following the Pan family had all changed into mourning clothes at some point.
What meets the eye is a sea of white, a dazzling white.
It was just like the era his grandfather had told him about when he was a child, when there was no one living within a hundred miles and all he saw were people in mourning clothes.
This is hatred that comes from deep in our bones!
How could I forget?
"Drink this bowl of wine, kill the enemy and serve your country without looking back; drink this bowl of wine, keep going forward to avenge your blood feud; drink this bowl of wine, the King of Hell will make way for the little ghosts; drink this bowl of wine, and your wife and children at home will not worry. You fed me and raised me until I grew up, just so that my wife and children would have hope for the future..."
Before they knew it, the team arrived at the west entrance of the village.
A desolate Yanbei tune reached everyone's ears.
At the intersection of the village, which is only across the road from Pan Village, a group of men, young and old, holding dark brown pottery bowls in both hands, approached Pan Anbang and his four companions, raised them high above their heads, and said, "Respect the old hero!!!"
"it is good!"
Pan Anbang and the other three took the pottery bowl and drank it all in one gulp.
Snap...
The pottery bowls shattered, and Pan Anbang and his four companions raised the old battle flag high, turned south, and their old, hoarse, and high-spirited singing soared into the sky...
We are all sharpshooters.
Every bullet kills an enemy.
We are all flying soldiers.
Even if the mountains are high and the waters are deep,
In the dense woods,
There were campsites for the comrades everywhere.
On that high hill,
We have countless good brothers,
No food, no clothes,
Since the enemy has come forward,
No guns, no cannons,
The enemy created for us,
We grew up here.
Every inch of land is
It's our own.
Whoever wants to seize it,
We will fight him till the end.
Even though the Japanese bandits are fierce,
Our brothers fought bravely.
Even if the enemy's guns are fierce,
We can't find our shadows or people.
Let the enemy rush in.
Our position is built on the enemy's flank and rear.
The longer the enemy's front is,
The more our team expands,
Regardless of whether you are rich or poor,
Four hundred million compatriots are armed,
Regardless of party or faction,
Everyone come to resist,
The more we fight, the stronger we become.
The Japanese bandits are heading for their own destruction.
Watch the final victory day,
There is a glimmer of hope for world peace...