The Japanese looked at everyone's faces like a falcon. We didn't know what to do. No one dared to look up at them.
Finally, they selected eight students, one of whom was a girl. She cried on the spot. Koo Chuanshan yelled. He said that she was contributing to the cause of the East Asian nation and should not cry.
A soldier laughed, "You are not a good teacher, you can't stop him." He twisted his wrist and slapped the female student's face. Her cry stopped abruptly, and his left face was visible with naked eyes. The ground swelled up.
So Xiaoo Chuanshan also laughed and said: "Yuan Erjun, you will be a good teacher. After the war, do you want to go to South China to be a teacher?"
The Japanese soldier named Yuanji gave the girl a push: "I think the Chinese people in southern China will like me as a teacher."
Eight students were taken away and out of the school gate. The snipers in the watchtower did not take the lives of the eight Chinese people because they were contributing to the East Asian nation. "Is it true?" Oogawa pointed to Their backs, "When you are trash, there will be bullets aimed at your head at any time. When you become warriors like those eight people, the snipers will only watch you leave with respect."
The eight warriors never returned.
The Japanese soldiers did not come to select students anymore. Their actions in the woods became greater. They moved their troops into the mountains on a large scale, and more and more supplies were transported in. They cleared a huge area and installed various equipment. On the bare hills.
They built white office buildings, gray military camps, and training grounds over there. They set up camps and took root over there, just like what the Japanese did in Northeast China. The difference is that everyone doesn't know what they are going to do here. This is a worthless place, but they have built such a large-scale base and a school.
In September, it snowed in Daxinganling. Now whether it is a Chinese or a Japanese, it must be dormant.
Because the winter here is minus forty degrees.
Whenever we had time, we would be taken outside by two soldiers and Xiaowei Chuanshan to chop firewood. This is our way to survive this winter safely, but after a while, the Japanese even sent coal.
Very inferior coal, almost without any treatment, as if it was dug out from a mine and delivered directly. We dare not burn it like this. The thick smoke and pungent smell are unbearable, so most students still Choose to continue burning wood to survive the cold winter.
The classes in the morning were also stopped. The entire Daxinganling Mountains were shrouded in wind and snow. We were all nestled in dormitories. This is a building with very thin walls, which can hardly withstand the cold wind. Later, the students thought of a way, digging the mud wall, layer by layer, until the thick layer is thick, Xiaoo Chuanshan did not care about us, probably did not want us to freeze to death like this.
I still went to Zuoan Ichiro against the wind and snow. He is a medical staff and lives in a much better place than a student. He also has processed coal, which is very warm. But more importantly, I can learn a lot of medical knowledge from him and can pick up the lancet.
One day, when I went back from Zuoan Ichiro’s room, I met a Japanese student who was building a snowman on the road. He was not very old, he should be only thirteen or fourteen years old, but the snowman he built was tall and big. "What are you looking at?" he asked me in Japanese.
At this time, I was able to talk stiffly with people in Japanese, so I answered him in Japanese: "I'm looking at this snowman."
"This is a big snowman." He said: "What is your name?"
"My name is Xiang Shui." I said.
"This is a very nice name. Chinese kids have very nice names." He lowered his head and concentrated on tidying the snowman's chest.
I noticed that he was talking about Chinese, "What is your name?" I asked.
"My name is Mae Kishijiro."
So I met Mae Kishiro.
The winter in Daxinganling is extremely long. Qianjiang often arranges to hang out with me. He likes to listen to Chinese history. So I told him about the history of Han and Tang Dynasty which Mr. Cuntou private school told me. Mr. Private school only told me about Han. The Tang and Ming dynasties, so I can only tell Qian Jiang about the Han, Tang and Ming dynasties.
Qianjiang was a child of a Japanese Dazuo, and that Japanese Dazuo was in the Longshan Barracks. Qianjiang told me that the huge army camp was called Longshan Barracks, and the two mountains that were cut down were called Longshan.
"Do you want to go there and see?" he asked me.
I shook my head, "There is nothing pretty over there."
He said: "I want to find my father over there, can you accompany me? I haven't seen him for a long time."
"I will be beaten to death."
Mae Jiang shook his head: "You speak Japanese very well. I can borrow a set of Japanese student clothes for you to wear."
The clothes of Japanese students are different from ours. Japanese students can enter and leave the school freely with this suit.
So I agreed. There is nothing to look forward to. My dad said that I am fate, and people who are fate can't think too much.
That night, I went to Qianjiang’s room. Japanese students lived in another building. Everyone had a room. Although it was not big, it was very warm. Qianjiang found a set of clothes for me to put on. It's small, but it's okay. He found a small flashlight, found another one for me, and put on his shoulder bag with water and food in it, and even a blanket.
He seemed to be going on a wild trip.
The two went out, the headlights on the observation deck were patrolling, and there were soldiers on duty at the school gate, so we would definitely not be allowed to go out. Qianjiang led me to the back of the building, removed a stone slab, and exposed a sewer, "climb out," he said.
We turned off the flashlights, Qianjiang didn't dare to climb in front, so I first bent down and went in. The sewer was very dry, and it seemed that it had been abandoned for a long time.
The two walked in the dark for a while, and soon got out of the snowdrift not far from the school.
Qian Jiang concentrated his attention on the snow and said, "Xiang Shui, let's go."
I looked at the dark and deep forest. We need to cross a vast forest before we can reach the Longshan Barracks.
I was a little scared for the first time.
"Let's go." Qianjiang urged.
Daxinganling in the dark night was terribly cold, almost waist-deep in snow. We dared not open our mouths to speak, for fear of losing too much heat.
After walking a long distance, looking back at the headlight on the observation deck, there was only a small spot. We were trembling with the cold, Qianjiang said with a cry: "Xiang Shui, I'm so cold."
"Me too." I said.
"Let's go back." He regretted it. He was a pampered Japanese kid who had never experienced such suffering.
We walked a few steps back, and he regretted it again: "Let's go to the Longshan Military Camp. It will feel warmer when you see my father."
I nodded and looked up at the snow-covered forest shrouded in darkness. Why is the sky above my head showing a purple layer? (End of this chapter)