"Fujimatsu, go and move this box of shells" "Okay Uncle" Fujimatsu is a relatively young Japanese soldier, who has only turned eighteen years old and joined the army, because many young people in the village have enlisted in the army, and the families who have joined the army can also receive an objective amount of money. \ After all, their family is poor, and two meals a day are about to become a problem.
So he resolutely joined the army, not only to be loyal to the emperor, but also to make his mother's life better.
He didn't have much training, and now the front-line troops are a little tight, so he rushed to the front after eight months of training, and this is his second sortie.
The first time was to engage the guerrillas all the time, and the battle was settled in less than an hour, and the poor guerrillas had nothing of value.
Of course, even if there is something of value, it will not be his turn, after all, he is just carrying shells in the back and doing some chores.
This is still because of those good uncles in the same village who fought for him, after all, he was a veteran, until the battlefield was dangerous, and he was so young, so he let him stay in the rear.
It's not easy to eat meat, but it's nice to get some soup once in a while, and it's easier to survive at least in the back, isn't it?
He also didn't want his mother to cry as she hugged her urn.
Carrying the shells to a gun emplacement, Fujimatsu wiped the beads of sweat from his face, and the successive carriages were all high physical work.
I don't know how the battle is going in front of me, but I heard that this time the enemy is a regiment, about a thousand people.
There are already quite a few, but this still can't stop the soldiers of the Empire Fujimatsu secretly clenched his fists, full of confidence in the Japanese army on the battlefield ahead.
This faith had been cultivated over a long period of time, after all, the news he had seen in the newspapers was nothing more than good news full of victory.
If you hit China today, you can hit it tomorrow, and you may surrender the day after tomorrow It was in this atmosphere that everyone in Japan believed that the war would soon end and that they would be victorious.
After Fujimatsu came here, although the uncle told him that all the words in the newspaper could not be taken seriously, it was true that they had the advantage.
That's why he was so confident.
"I don't know if I'll ever have a chance to go to the front line," Fujimatsu said to himself, full of anticipation.
In anticipation, he also sent this box of shells to a gun position, ready to return to continue carrying the shells.
"Fujimatsu-kun, you're not married yet," a Japanese soldier suddenly straightened up and asked with a smile.
"Not yet, I'm only nineteen years old in three months."
Fujimatsu smiled shyly and replied.
"Wow, it's so small, have you ever tasted a woman" A Japanese soldier with a cannon came up, hooked his neck, and asked him affectionately.
"No," Fujimatsu replied a little embarrassed, grabbing the short hair on his head.
"Hahaha, it turns out that you are still a boy chicken, go, after this fight, I will take you to the comfort station, the women there are very powerful, especially the women in China, play casually."
"Well, it's not good, if my mother found out" "Oh, what's wrong, everyone is from the same village, they all understand, they all understand."
"Yes, yes, Fujimatsu-kun, since you have come to the army, the comfort station is a must-visit place."
"Let's go, Fujimatsu-kun's first treat by me" "Why don't you invite everyone?"
"Roll" A group of Japanese soldiers were laughing and joking with each other.
There is no task for the time being, they are also relaxed, and no one cares if they relax, anyway, everyone is from the same village, I didn't see Cao Chang sitting on an empty ammunition box and smoking, completely ignoring their fighting.
"Zang Pujun, I heard that you are going to get married after the war this time" Not far away, two older Japanese soldiers sat on the hoe of the artillery, smoking and talking.
"yes, Nanako, she's waiting for me to go back at home."
Zang Pujun spat out a cigarette, looked at the sky, and said with a little sadness.
"I don't know when this war will end, alas" "I've been here for two years, and I've said it's going to be soon, but I still haven't seen the momentum to end the war, I'm afraid it will take a long time, and I don't know if Nanako is still waiting for me after I go back."
"Don't worry, she likes you so much, she will definitely wait for you."
"I wish she had found someone to marry sooner."
Zang Pu's tone was full of helplessness, "By the way, what about you, I remember when I left, your child was about to be born, how about it" "Well, it's a boy, it's healthy."
"Yes, congratulations, but unfortunately I wasn't at home at the time, so I couldn't see it."
"It's okay, I'll see it when I go back, I haven't seen him for more than half a year, and I haven't been able to write back, I don't know what happened to them" "It's going to be fine, they're all in the country."
Zangpu patted him on the shoulder and comforted.
"Well, you're right."
The Japanese soldiers, who were temporarily idle, were talking to each other, speaking very familiar dialects, and almost all of them were from the same place.
Generally speaking, a team of fellow villagers speaks mostly in dialects, and the impersonator cannot speak the dialect unless he is familiar with the dialect of every part of Japan.
The Japanese soldier, who was talking about his children, suddenly took out a black and white photo from his jacket pocket, which showed a family of three.
He and his daughter-in-law, and the child who was held in his daughter-in-law's arms.
Gently stroking the photo, he hoped for an early end to the war.
"Whoa" Suddenly, the photo in his hand had more eyes, and the hand he held the photo burst directly, and his chest was bleeding outward, and his eyes were still stunned with meaning.
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He just died.
Maybe it's nostalgia for killing, I don't know if it's destined to be like this.
Ye Qingshu just picked a random person to aim, and when he saw his kind of photo, he still looked nostalgic, and he couldn't help but feel sick.
In that case, why are you still here to be an aggressor?
So, don't hit who you hit Zangpu, who was sitting beside him, looked at his fellow countrymen and comrades-in-arms with a stunned face, and just now he was talking eloquently, talking about his wife and wife, but in the blink of an eye, he died in front of him.
Such a turn made him a little unbearable, so he hurriedly picked it up, and while dragging it behind the cover, he shouted loudly, "Enemy attack, enemy attack" "Hey, Josuke-kun, don't die, you still said you want to go back to see your son, hey, hey" Zangpu kept shouting, swaying with all his might, but it still didn't help, Josuke was still dead, in his arms, staring, with a hint of infatuation on his face
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