The skin of wild rabbits is thicker, connected to the hair, and covered with a thin layer of mucous membrane and fat connected to the muscles.
Ichiro Zuogan held the knife in his right hand, pointed the tip of the knife at the opening of the rabbit's throat fur, and pinched the edge of the opening with his left hand and pulled it outwards. The white mucosa was stretched straight, and a small pulling point was tight.
The tip of the lancet gently slashes the mucosa. They are almost collapsed, as if they don’t need to be touched by the blade. You can easily tear the mucosa and muscles by passing the white cold light on the tip of the blade. .
It was like taking off a fur suit, the rabbit struggled and convulsed, unable to prevent a rabbit skin from peeling off it. Finally, a red meat ball was thrown on the ground by the left bank: "When I was studying anatomy in Germany, I had practiced a lot of rabbits like this."
He slowly put away his knives and put away the bright willow leaves. My eyes followed them until they were put into the bag on the left bank.
The students looked at the red meatball, I'm afraid that everyone would never have thought that the rabbit's skin could be peeled off so quickly. Zhao Tiezhu was the first to react. He swallowed, and together with a few others, he picked up some branches and made a fire. This was a feast without oil and salt. The students ate dry food all day long, almost devouring this roasted rabbit carcass. A certain part of.
Everyone grasped the rabbit meat with their hands, and the rabbit bones mixed with saliva and meat residue into and out of the mouth. This group of people's barbecue skills are really not good. Halfway through eating, they will find that the rabbit meat is mixed with blood. Those bloodshots stick to the lips, and are eventually swallowed into the abdomen along with fat, muscles, and bone residue.
Zuogan Ichiro didn't eat, he looked at everyone with a smile. This rabbit carcass was peeled off by his own hands, every piece of flesh and blood was touched by his fingertips, and every inch of texture was scratched by the tip of a lancet. He is like a proud cook, watching everyone have a good time, he will be very happy too.
Afterwards, every time when he could rest for a period of time along the way, Zhao Tiezhu would take the students to catch wild animals in the woods, pheasant roe deer, and the female students would pick some wild vegetables back.
The highlight is of course Ichiro Zuogan’s skinning. That was the moment I looked forward to most. I like to see his hands look like spotless, holding the same spotless lancet, jumping among those muscles and fats, blood stains in the meantime, even No violation.
Everyone avoids it at this time, but I don’t know why, but I like to watch such scenes, so I will give him a shot. When bleeding the pheasant, I will hold its feet upside down, straighten it and pinch it tightly to prevent it from shaking. Sao An Ichiro made meat and pinched the neck of the pheasant, plucked the hair from its throat, and looked for the best place for the knife.
He was always so accurate and fast, and the pheasant was drained of blood as fast as he could hardly struggle.
"You are fine." He said: "When I was young, I was also interested in anatomy. Later I went to Germany to study medicine. You are fine."
We started to get acquainted. Zuoan Ichiro’s hometown is Nara. He hasn't been back for many years. He is not married, saying that he might die in the barracks in his life.
"You are hopeful people." He patted my shoulder: "Education, only education can change a person, a nation, and a country. You are receiving the best education in East Asia, just like I received back then. "
After half a month, we finally reached our destination.
That is a school, built in the primeval forest. The Japanese army rested outside the school for a while, and then continued to march deep into the dense forest. It turned out that they still had tasks to perform.
The school is very large, and the principal is a middle-aged Japanese who is unsmiling. On the first day of enrollment, the principal announced to us the first school regulation, which seems to be the most important one, that is, you cannot take a step outside the school without permission.
He pointed to the wooden observation deck on the top of the mountain: "There will be the best snipers in the Empire's army to ensure that the school rules are enforced. If anyone dares to step out of the school gate, the Empire will not be stingy with a bullet to end. The life of a Chinese man."
"Just like we did on the southern Chinese battlefield." A small man next to him added, he is our teacher Koogawayama. Xiaoo is very flattering to the principal, but he is extremely harsh to the students.
But no matter what, in this mysterious school deep in the Greater Khingan Mountains, hundreds of students came one after another, including Chinese students and Japanese students. Most of the Japanese students came earlier. They dressed and ate much better than us. They didn't usually go to class with us. Later I learned that they were all children of Japanese soldiers in the forest.
The Japanese soldiers did not know what to do in the depths of the woods. Here we need to insert a sentence about the topography of the Greater Khingan Mountains. Unlike the mountains in other regions, the mountains and rivers in the Greater Khingan Mountains are quite flat, with small ups and downs. Standing on a slightly higher place, you can see far, and you can see the horizon. open.
The school built by the Japanese is located on a relatively high ground. Standing in the school, we can see the forest and sea extending to the end of the earth and the slowly undulating mountains and rivers.
You can also see outside the school, far away from the school, where Japanese soldiers are cutting logs. I don't know why they chose such a place to cut the wood, and cut it cleanly until it was exposed to the ground, the specific details were not clear, and it was hidden in the forest.
They seem to be looking for something in the woods.
No one knows what they are doing, and Ichiro Zuogan, who is also a Japanese, doesn't know, he doesn't care about that.
I started to follow him to learn some knowledge about anatomy. He said that if I want to be a surgeon in the future, he can be my teacher, but he can only teach me some very basic things. More profound knowledge needs to go to Japan or Germany in the future. Study abroad.
The school curriculum is almost slack. Every noon, the one-day course ends, but everyone knows that things are definitely not that simple. Everyone is waiting for the change to happen, because the Japanese have worked so hard to bring us into the mountains. It is certainly not just for us to have four classes a day.
But I was not too anxious about these things. I left Ichiro Sakai every afternoon to learn how to use that beautiful set of lancets with him.
Eventually the change happened. It was one morning, in the fourth class, two soldiers walked into the classroom. The beaming Koogawayama stopped lectures, and a soldier said in Japanese: "We need five students."
Then he thought for a while, and said, "No, six students."
The soldier behind him shook his head, the two casually exchanged a few words, and finally made a final decision: "Then come eight students first." (End of this chapter)