holy baby girls

(four)

December [-]th.It was just dawn, and the officers and soldiers guarding the city saw Generalissimo Chiang in military uniform the day before, giving impassioned lectures to everyone, encouraging everyone to swear to the death to defend Nanjing and Premier Sun’s mausoleum. At this time, a plane was slowly rising above the Ming Palace Airport , under the escort of a small squadron of planes, flew westward through the clouds. It was Chairman Jiang's special plane "Meiling".That morning Generalissimo Chiang left Nanking.

Fortunately, Tang Shengzhi and his troops are still defending.

The enemy planes began to bombard day and night, and we put our only hope on the weather. Those rainy days that we hate usually were life-saving weather at that time. Only in such weather, due to low visibility, the Japanese army could Bombing will stop.

The vanguard of the Japanese army that had come out of the outflank had already engaged our army outside the city of Nanjing, and we could hear the faint sound of guns and artillery within the city.The buildings inside and outside the city walls were burned down by our own army, which was the "scorched earth tactic" of the national army. They burned down the houses of the common people to slow down the pace of the Japanese army entering the city. Residential houses, as long as they were likely to obstruct their line of sight during the battle or facilitate the cover of the Japanese army, they were all razed to the ground by them. I often wondered whether such a sacrifice was not worth the candle?After all, it is innocent civilians who lost their homes and properties.

During this period, I went to Holy Child High School twice, once to deliver materials, and once I passed by there, and stopped by to see Miss Jones.She has been very busy, busy helping the influx of refugees, busy directing the school workers to clean up and distribute food, busy visiting embassies with members of the safety zone organizing committee, mediating...

The second time I passed by, all the classrooms in the teaching building were occupied by refugees. I was amazed at the speed at which the refugees poured in. There was a lot of chaos in the corridor. Miss Jones was about to go out to run errands. When she saw me, she asked me Can I go to the third floor to help Florence Wu sort the medicines? I immediately agreed and rushed to the third floor.

When I saw Florence Wu again, I felt that she looked a little haggard than before.

"Miss Wu, let me see if I can help you."

She raised her head from behind a box of medicines, looked at me, and immediately recognized me, "It's Miss Yu," she smiled slightly, "Please come in."

I walked in and saw bottles with foreign characters on display in the box, "Oh! You belong to the Red Cross Society!" I suddenly realized, no wonder I came to Nanjing at this time.

"I'm not, I just learned some knowledge about medical care when I was studying, and it just comes in handy right now." After sorting out a box of medicines, she raised her hand to tuck a lock of hair from her temples behind her ears, "Please Pick up all the bottles labeled blue into this crate."

I rolled up my sleeves and started working with her, "Then you... are the teacher of this school?"

"No." She shook her head.

"Huh? Right now, there are wars everywhere, and no one else can run in time. Why did you come to Nanjing?" I couldn't hold back my curiosity.

She was still doing her work with her eyes downcast, but there was a hint of tenderness in her eyes, "I'm coming to China to find my fiancé, Klaus, who will soon come from the north to the city outside Nanjing." Qixia Mountain, where their factory is."

"Oh..." I digested her words, as if I understood, but also as if I didn't, "You are not Chinese, are you?"

"I was born in Hamburg, Germany, and my parents immigrated to Germany at the beginning of the century, so I can be considered German-Chinese."

I thought this conversation was a bit like a reporter's question and answer, so I smiled and teased her to ease the atmosphere, "No wonder you can speak some Chinese, but you are not very fluent."

She also smiled, "My parents often communicate with each other in Chinese. I can understand it, but I can't speak it very well. But I believe that my Chinese will improve if I talk to you often."

"I will!" I thought for a while, and then I became curious about her fiancé, "Nake...oh, Klaus, when will I be there?"

"He and his companions came from Beijing and stayed in Xuzhou. Many railway lines were blown up. The exact date is not yet known." Her eyes were filled with sadness again.

I later learned that Florence's fiancé, the German engineer Klaus, worked for a German electric wire factory. The factory teamed up with Chinese private capitalists to open a new factory in China. All equipment was imported from Germany. The money for the equipment is borrowed by the Chinese manufacturer from the German parent factory.In the winter of [-], the equipment had just been assembled in the Qixia Mountain factory [-] kilometers outside Nanjing, and before it was officially put into production, Japanese planes arrived.

According to the agreement between the Sino-German subsidiary factory, [-]% of the equipment payment has not been paid, and it still belongs to the parent company's assets, so Hi-tech hired Claus, who was already a technical guide in the factory, to stay and protect the factory.His fiancée, Florence Wu, heard the news in Germany, and rushed over across the ocean despite her family's resistance.Klaus was in Peiping at the time, negotiating with the boss of the Chinese factory about matters concerning Nanjing, and when he heard the news that his fiancée was going to Nanjing, he wrote to the German embassy in Nanjing, requesting the embassy to protect her, and the embassy paid Florence to Miss Jones of the Holy Child, until her fiancé rushed back to Nanking.

"Then you must be worried." I sighed.

"Yes..." She seemed to be lost in thought, and the corners of her eyes and brows came alive again after a while, "We met in college and plan to get married in April next year."

"Ah! Congratulations!" I was looking forward to her, but the smile was still on my face, but I suddenly remembered my marriage contract with Mr. Huang. We are both the ones who want to hold weddings, but I don't love my fiancé at all. I only met once under the arrangement of my parents' matchmaker. Is it possible for him to love me?I do not believe.

"What about you? Do you work here?" Her question interrupted my thoughts.

"Oh, I originally came to Nanjing in August to attend a training session for a journalists' federation. Later, I saw that there was going to be a war, so I stayed."

"Are you a reporter?" She looked at me, her eyes flickering.

"Well, it's my mission to document this war."

"You are so great! I have read some stories about war correspondents during the four-year war in Europe. They were a group of people who often brushed shoulders with death. In the flames of war, they used their pens, lenses and conscience to restore The truth of the war, I respect you very much!"

We chatted like this, sorted the medicines, and carried the boxes to the corridor together. Not long after, I saw Miss Jones hurried back from the outside, and before she could catch her breath, she announced to everyone: "The Red Cross has approved our porridge factory! Starting tonight, the cafeteria in the northwest corner of the campus will be converted into a porridge factory for refugees. The Red Cross allocated some rice and vegetables to us. Several ladies here, Ms. Chen, Yuan Miss, Miss Wu, are you willing to work part-time as cooks?"

Everyone was very happy when they heard the news, and agreed without thinking about it. Even Florence, who has always been calm, had sparkles in his eyes.

I was suddenly tempted and wanted to join this interesting women's corps.

"Miss Jones, may I give you a hand?" I asked.

Miss Jones sighed, "To tell you the truth, we need manpower very much now. More and more women and children are defecting to us. Even men want to come in. The campus is in chaos. How many people can help us?" It’s a strength, but... you’ve been busy with taking pictures and visiting, by the way,” Miss Jones looked at me carefully at this point, “How is your residence?”

"The air-raid shelter next to the post office has just been repaired, and the nearby residents basically spend the night there, and so do I. I heard that there are about [-] air-raid shelters in Nanjing. If you need me, I will try my best to come here."

Miss Jones shook her head, "I'm not only worried about the Japanese air strike..."

"What else?"

what else?All eyes were on Miss Jones.

"War...War is the subversion and reorganization of the whole world for those who have experienced it. Professors, businessmen, workers, prostitutes, beggars, robbers, rich and poor...The original boundaries are blurred, and the law will be useless. Morality will become extremely fragile in the face of survival. At that time, I hope that the Holy Infant will still be an orderly pure land, and the outside world, I can't guarantee it. So, Miss Yu, for your safety, I think you'd better move in."

I couldn't refuse Miss Jones's kindness that day, although I didn't understand her words at the time.

That afternoon, I made the last phone call with my parents who were far away in Tianjin. On the phone, my mother said that she inquired about Nanjing every day and said that she was sick because of me, and asked me to go back quickly. Now I live in a church school in the United States, and the roof of the teaching building is covered with a huge American flag. I said that I live with Americans and Germans, and the people in the Japanese embassy take good care of us.I don't know if they feel relieved by saying this, but I hope they do.

(Fives)

December [-]th.Fire, fire everywhere.

In the evening, the blackened sky was pierced by a string of red, green and green flares. It is said that the traitors in the city were indicating bombing targets for the enemy planes.

From a distance, Zijin Mountain was full of fires. Yuhuatai, Zhonghua Gate, and Tongji Gate were so full of flames that the city of Nanjing was burned into daylight. I have never seen such chaos.

I wandered around the junction of the safe zone with my camera in my pocket. I heard some refugees who ran away say that the Japanese army had already entered the city, and some people said that they had not yet. The reason why I stayed here was to take a picture of the vanguard of the Japanese army entering the city. city ​​photos.

We have not encountered any Japanese troops yet, but the troops we evacuated have frequently passed through the safe zone. According to the rules, neither Chinese nor Japanese troops are allowed to enter the safe zone.There was a frightening scene in the streets and alleys. Some gangsters who were idle on weekdays, and even some retreating stragglers, took advantage of the chaos to break into the houses and robbed them. I took a few photos, and my hands couldn’t stop. The place where I lived was trembling slightly, and the words of Miss Jones a few days ago finally became clear in my mind: With the subversion and reorganization of all social classes, the law will become useless, and morality will become extremely fragile in the face of survival... Yes, at this time No matter what you did before, how much property you have in your family, the one who saves your life is the most important, the country is on the verge of survival, how can the state machine have time to take care of these things of looting and looting?

When the porridge factory was open, I hurried back to the Holy Infant Girl's Middle School to help everyone distribute food.Eighteen of us who worked at the school that night: from Miss Jones, her assistant, several teachers, me, Florence, to the laundryman, cleaner, etc., we all got a U.S. embassy-produced armbands to certify that we are employees of a US school agency.

After arranging the dinner for the refugees, Florence tidied up her crumpled armband, looking very tired.

I handed over a glass of water, "Are you okay?"

She sighed softly, "These people," she pointed to the crowd of refugees besieging the gate of the porridge factory, "there is no discipline at all, we work day and night, just to let every refugee eat a meal." A portion of food that can satisfy one's hunger, and after the meal was distributed, a group of people gathered around and said they didn't receive it at all, while some people secretly returned and received two or even three portions! This is really disorderly."

I understand the frustration in her heart. The food, clothing, housing and transportation of hundreds of people fall on the few of us. A sense of meaninglessness.

"Please line up! Line up! This is what I repeat to them every day, but with little success... Is 'civilization' that difficult?" Florence ended her complaint in disappointment.

I think she despises these people in her heart, from Feng Er'e that day to the refugees today, and I don't want my compatriots to be despised, even though I think they are so bad behind closed doors.

"Let's discuss it with Ms. Jones tonight to see if there is any way to improve it," I sighed, "There is an old saying in China that goes, 'Canglan knows etiquette'. Now these people have lost their homes in the war. Losing the wealth accumulated by a lifetime of hard work, not to mention the shortage of granaries, is facing the threat of death every minute, so 'etiquette' and 'shame' have been left behind, and the survival instinct has gained the upper hand."

Florence drank the water in his hand and didn't answer any more.Her eyes became quiet again, showing loneliness, which reminded me of her origin. These days, I have almost forgotten that she is just a German who could have stood by and watched her as one of us. up.

"Where's your fiancé? Any news?" I asked again.

She held the corner of her lips, "Not yet, I just hope he's safe."

(six)

On the second day, December [-]th, the Japanese army officially entered the city.

I heard that only a small part of our army fought fiercely to the end. On this day, there were still sporadic defenders resisting on the streets of the city, but the large group of troops withdrew, dying and surrendering.

There was a power outage in Nanjing City.Ms. Jones said that since the Japanese army occupied Nanjing, they should be able to get on the right track in the days to come, without having to hide in the air-raid shelter every day. In her mind at the time, it should be an army with a minimum of military discipline. Occupation means occupation. , everything will be done in accordance with international law.

She was a little naive on this issue, or in other words, the behavior of the Japanese army exceeded any normal person's estimation.The Japanese occupation of Nanjing was not the end of the disaster, but only the beginning.

That day, with my camera in my pocket, I hid behind an abandoned shop door on Po Tai Street to take photos of Japanese soldiers entering the city.Nine years later, in December [-], when the International Military Tribunal was investigating the Japanese aggression in Nanjing, a surviving teacher of the Saint Infant School identified Watanabe Jiro through one of my photos. Cao Chang, one of the Tani Shoufu divisions who first invaded Nanjing, is inextricably linked to the story that happened later in the Holy Infant Girl.

Watanabe Jiro was later sentenced to death by the International Military Tribunal for the Far East. His crimes included killing [-] to [-] Chinese civilians, raping [-] to [-] Chinese women, and robbing seventy dollars worth of money in Nanjing and its surrounding areas. property.Before his execution, Watanabe Jiro wrote a [-]-word memoir in prison.

Such a dehumanized demon was raised by his Buddhist grandmother.

In August [-], newlywed Jiro Watanabe bid farewell to his wife and landed at Wusong Wharf in China with a Japanese warship.At that time, he was only a senior soldier, and he had no enthusiasm for allegiance to the emperor and dying for the country, but he never killed a single person.

No one is born to kill, especially Jiro Watanabe, who was taught by his grandmother to cherish the lives of ants since he was a child, even though he was taught in the army to "kill a hundred Chinese, die for the country, and serve the emperor".

The first murder was in a battle in Shanghai. A Chinese soldier rushed to him. At the critical moment, Watanabe Jiro's bayonet pierced the soldier's chest, and hot blood poured on his face. It made him tremble, but he didn't know whether it was fear or excitement.

During the truce, like all Japanese troops, Watanabe's troops captured civilians from the occupied areas and Chinese prisoners of war for the soldiers to practice.Watanabe said that when he practiced beheading for the first time, the ordinary Chinese was so frightened that he lost control of his urine. At that time, for some reason, he looked at that person, and suddenly felt hatred in his heart. With a small half of the neck still attached, he screamed and slashed again, and finally the head rolled forward, and the rest of the body suddenly straightened, falling forward as if chasing his own head.

Finally, Watanabe Jiro felt that he could straighten his back and be a qualified first-class soldier. Only soldiers who can slaughter Chinese people without hesitation are qualified soldiers of His Majesty the Emperor.

At the end of November, the Battle of Songhu was over. Watanabe Jiro and other Japanese soldiers happily waited for the triumphant return, but Watanabe Jiro couldn't hide his excitement when he thought of Xiaobie's newlywed wife who had escaped from the ghost gate.

Unexpectedly, he received another order: continue to advance to the capital Nanjing, which is [-] kilometers away, and there is still a battle waiting to be completed.

The farther you are from the coastline of Shanghai, the farther you are from your family and wife, and the closer you are to death.Attacking Nanjing was not a proper and careful plan. Nanjing is the capital, and Chiang Kai-shek’s elite elite troops have been defending along the line from Shanghai to Nanjing. The Japanese army’s ammunition and food supplies are insufficient, and Japanese soldiers are hungry, cold and full of complaints. Not daring to make trouble against the superiors, they redoubled all their grievances on the Chinese.

The Nanjing Massacre did not start when the Japanese army invaded Nanjing on December [-]th. As early as when the Japanese soldiers advanced to Nanjing on a large scale, they were accompanied by the killing, rape, and robbery of unarmed civilians along the way...

That day I was hiding behind the shop door on Baota Street. Perhaps it was fate. My camera captured Jiro Watanabe, a group of militaristic lunatics who had just captured Nanjing City and were completely transforming into demons.

It was also on that day that Hisao Tani raised his saber at the Zhonghua Gate and announced to his subordinates with a grim face that he would be relieved of military discipline for three days.

This is like carrying a red-eyed trapped animal to the downtown area, opening the cage, and saying: let you go out for three days.

The author has something to say: Friends who like it, please put this article in your "Jinjiang Favorites". I think this should be a story worth collecting.

I tried to make many things in the article verifiable. I refer to the Jinling Women’s College of Arts and Sciences for the situation of the Holy Infant Girls’ School. In the article, I refer to the Jiangnan Cement Factory for the electric wire factory in Qixia Mountain. Psycho, why do they do so many bad things?Of course, I am not an "insider" who studies this issue, so I can only say that I do my best.