While construction was in full swing in the northwest, a bloody incident that shocked the world also occurred in the occupied areas of the northeast.
It was also the first inhumane massacre by fascist militarism in the Republic of China.
The incident happened on the night of September 15th, which was the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival.
More than 1,200 people from the Fengtian Anti-Japanese People's Self-Defense Forces led by Liang Jufu passed through Pingdingshan Village to attack Fushun.
They burned the Japanese warehouses, factories, police stations, offices, etc. in Pingdingshan, and then moved toward Donggang, Laohutai, and Yangzhou.
Baipu, Dongxiang and Guchengzi marched, and on the way they attacked the Japanese charcoal mining station in Yangbaibao.
They executed Watanabe Kanichi, the director of the charcoal mining station, and killed seven or eight Japanese including Zensaku Hirashima, the leader of the Self-Defense Regiment.
The charcoal mining house was set on fire.
The Japanese army in Fushun had nothing to do with the anti-Japanese armed forces and angered the innocent civilians.
Since the anti-Japanese armed forces passed through Pingdingshan Village on the outskirts of Fushun and no one reported the residents here, the Japanese Fushun garrison determined that the residents here were "complicit in bandits." , so they decided to retaliate with massacre.
"Oh."
Mo Desheng, who was seven or eight years old, took off the pants of Hu Dun next door with a tiger's head, revealing his white buttocks and the peeing gadget in front.
Mo Desheng shouted as if he had won a battle.
He ran forward with his face flushed with excitement, his feet crunching on the fallen leaves on the shabby ground.
"Don't run away, you bastard Sheng."
Hu Dun lifted up his trousers and chased Mo Desheng, who was escaping, in a fit of embarrassment and anger amid the laughter of children.
"Caught, caught" The two children were chasing each other, and when Hu Dun and Mo Desheng were fighting, they saw a group of cars at the top of the hill heading towards the village.
They were loaded with a car full of Japanese soldiers, each wearing a helmet and carrying a With a shining bayonet.
A chilling air hit his face.
"The devils are coming, the devils are coming."
The children who were playing were suddenly startled, and they dispersed like birds and beasts and ran home.
"It's not good, it's not good, the Japanese soldiers are coming to the village."
A group of seven or eight-year-old children ran home to inform their adults.
"Stop yelling, close the door.
You are not allowed to go out today."
The middle-aged woman pulled Mo Desheng into the house and asked his mother to keep an eye on him.
Other villagers in Pingdingshan Village had the same reaction as Mo Desheng's family and closed their doors.
However, this did not stop the invaders' anger.
After noon, a large group of Japanese troops entered Pingdingshan Village.
Bang, bang, bang.
The Japanese army kicked the door arrogantly and called the villagers out of their houses while guarding them.
In the meantime, Mo Desheng's father said that this was his home and he didn't want to go out.
He was immediately beaten severely by several Japanese soldiers.
He received a rifle butt on his head, his eyebrow bone, and his forehead were swollen.
The woman and several children were driven out of the house crying.
When I walked out, I saw many other acquaintances next door being beaten.
"Come on, the guerrillas have attacked the imperial army.
They will kill everyone.
Come out and the imperial army will protect you."
The leading Japanese soldier spoke in a half-baked Northeastern accent and drove the people to the grassland south of the village.
When Mod Desheng's family came to the grassland, there were already 1,600 or 7,000 people nearby who had been rushed here.
In addition, there were Japanese troops driving the crying villagers here in a steady stream.
"No, the Japanese devils are burning down the house."
Someone in the crowd suddenly screamed.
Countless people looked back.
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I saw fireworks rising into the sky in the north.
"His father, our house was burned down."
Mo Desheng's mother held her youngest daughter in one hand and held her husband next to her with the other hand as she cried.
Beating people and burning houses again, the Japanese army's brutal behavior made everyone present feel bad.
There was a lot of crying at the scene, and it didn’t take long.
All the people from several villages near the town were driven to this open space.
The large group of Japanese soldiers drove the villagers toward the center.
On the north side is a stretched barbed wire fence, and on the east side there are six unclear objects, covered with red cloth, and the remaining two sides are full of Japanese soldiers holding bayonets.
"These Chinese people secretly communicated with the guerrillas, which directly caused the empire to suffer heavy losses.
They all deserve to die."
Sei Kawakami had a ferocious look on his face, and slowly drew out his saber and pressed it down slowly.
The Japanese soldier smiled ferociously and lifted up the red cloth, revealing machine guns inside.
"No, the devils are going to kill us all."
Everyone reacted immediately, and some villagers shouted in horror.
The heavy machine gun placed beside them roared, and cold bullets came out of the chamber, shooting at these unarmed villagers.
Screams and helpless cries filled the air.
But the machine guns have been fired.
In this situation, no one can pull them out of the cold devil's cave.
"We can't let the Japanese beat us to death in vain.
Everyone is rushing this way, as many as we can get out."
At this time, someone shouted loudly, taking the lead in rushing south.
Mod Desheng watched blankly as the people in front of him kept falling to the ground, and the thin cotton-padded clothes and trousers he was wearing were still smoking after being shot.
He was twitching in pain and soon became silent.
His parents had fallen, and Mo Desheng was completely covered in blood.
He didn't know who in the crowd grabbed him, and they fled to the southeast together.
The man who pulled him later fell to the gunfire of the Japanese army.
People were being killed continuously, and finally someone broke through the Japanese army's obstruction and fled in all directions.
Angrily, Seiichi Kawakami led his troops in pursuit.
At this time, Japan had not withdrawn from the League of Nations.
Once word of such a massacre spread, he, a garrison squadron leader, would not be able to withstand it.
Villagers who escaped were constantly being killed by the Japanese troops who overtook them.
Mo Desheng was small, so he got into the sorghum and hid in a small pit to avoid the pursuing Japanese army.
But he still couldn't let go of his parents, and there were several other children just like him.
After the Japanese pursuers ran away, Mo Desheng ran back to the scene of the massacre.
The ground was full of corpses.
Occasionally, a few people who were not dead fell to the ground and groaned, with blood on their faces and bodies.
"Mom, sister, sister, father, grandpa" Mo Desheng found his relatives one by one among the dead, as did several other children.
Mo Desheng turned over his mother who was lying on the ground.
She was covered in blood and had no breath.
Mo Desheng's throat was dry and hoarse, and his whole body was numb.
He even forgot to cry.
He was just panicked, helpless and lonely to the extreme, as if the whole world above his head was about to collapse.
"No, the Japs are back again, run!"
At this time, someone shouted again.
At this moment, Mo Desheng only had one thought in his mind: To survive.
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Looking at his relatives who had disappeared silently with great nostalgia, Mo Desheng returned to the sorghum field again.
Most of the other children also ran away again.
Only Hudun was left holding his mother, who was still alive after being shot, crying.
"Hudun, ghost, the ghost is coming back soon, please leave quickly."
The woman pushed Hudun weakly.
"No, I want to be with my mother."
As Hudun cried, the Japanese soldiers were approaching.
The leading Japanese soldier had already charged forward with a grin, trampled Hudun to the ground, picked up his bayonet and stabbed him.
"Hu Dun" the woman screamed heartbreakingly, watching with her own eyes the dangling bayonet piercing Hu Dun's weak body, and the fear, helplessness, and attachment to his mother on Hu Dun's face.
The woman frantically crawled on the ground toward Hudun, whose eyes had lost their luster.
The Japanese soldier pulled out the bloody bayonet and stabbed the woman again.
The woman reached out and grabbed the sharp bayonet with her palm.
The Japanese army tried several times, but they couldn't move.
There was another dull sound of a sharp knife entering the body.
The tip of the bayonet emerged from the woman's chest, and the woman's vitality quickly faded.
But his blood-red eyes were still wide open, glaring angrily at the Japanese soldier Ichiro Watanabe in front of him.
Ichiro Watanabe avoided the cold gaze and drew the bayonet a few more times.
When he finally pulled it back, the woman's fingers all fell to the ground: