special love in special times

In 1945, the Eighth Route Army stationed in Shandong, together with the local people, fought against the enemy and pushed back the Japanese and puppet troops step by step under the command of their superiors. In the place of residence, the independent brigade held a cadre meeting to discuss the important matters of post-war security. Everyone sat on the ground with their wounds and disgrace. The face was also expressionless, and the hygienist immediately took over the hemostatic bandage, as if he was used to this scene.

"Brigade Commander, here is the list of all the materials seized." Dong Ying, Chief of Staff of the Independent Brigade, handed the book to Tang Xianjie. Tang Xianjie took it with his uninjured left hand and flipped through a few pages. Finally, he stopped on one page and said: " 54 prisoners?"

Dong Ying nodded and said: "Yes, originally there were more than 200 people, but after being locked up, there are only so many left."

"Hmph." Tang Xianjie sneered, "Let's go and have a look."

A group of people walked to a side room on the west side of the compound in a mighty manner. The soldier guarding the door saw that the brigade commander had come and respectfully saluted and shouted: "Hello, brigade commander!"

"Open the door!"

After the soldier opened the door, the smell of blood and all kinds of sweat and musty smell came out of his nostrils. Tang Xianjie, who had been on the battlefield for a long time, walked in casually. His cold eyes swept away. Those Japanese captured soldiers lowered their heads and trembled. The white and clean man was not afraid of him like the others, and his expression was natural and even a little disdainful.

"Take him out." Tang Xianjie pointed at the man and said

Xiaobing immediately dragged the man to Tang Xianjie, his bloodless lips were tightly closed, and he didn't look at Tang Xianjie. Tang Xianjie put his hand around his chin angrily, trying to let him look at him.

"Can speak Chinese?"

"...Yes." Unable to break free, I had to compromise

"What is your name?"

"... Mori Ranmaru."

There was a soft cry among the captives, and a small body crawled out of the crowd and hugged Mori Ranmaru's calf, crying in Japanese: "Doctor Mori, don't die, Doctor Mori."

Mori Ranmaru replied in Japanese: "It's okay, a man can't cry."

"What are you talking about?" Tang Xianjie naturally couldn't understand, looked at the little boy under ten years old at his feet and sneered, "Even sending unweaned children to the battlefield, you little Japan is really inhuman."

Mori Ranmaru didn't say a word, he couldn't refute, the crimes committed by his own country on other countries could never be eradicated forever.

"Then tell them something for me." Tang Xianjie let go of his hand and turned Sen Lanwan to face him, pressing his big palm on his shoulder. The bloody smell wafting from his shoulder made Sen Lan Maru felt oppressed, and he couldn't help feeling a little scared.

"I will give you the travel expenses to go home, but you have to earn it through your labor. When you earn enough travel expenses from me, you can leave." Tang Xianjie said

Mori Ranmaru was stunned when he heard this, didn't he want to kill us?

Seeing that Mori Ranmaru did not respond, he pushed him and urged him to translate in Japanese. Mori Ranmaru came back to his senses and translated the original words in Japanese to the captive soldiers. Japanese whispered: "Impossible, he will kill us."

Mori Lanmaru couldn't believe it either, Tang Xianjie asked, "What did he say?"

"He said it was impossible, you would kill us."

Tang Xianjie clicked his tongue and pointed at the captive soldiers and cursed: "Do you have any brains? I want to kill you and leave you here to waste food. If it weren't for the order from above, you think I don't want to kill you, I can't wait to use your bones to stew Soup feed the dog, I X, stay a word or not, I swear by the flag of our Eighth Route Army if you stay, I will give you the travel expenses as long as you agree in peace, don’t blame me if you don’t stay or dare to burn, kill and loot Screw your heads off and kick them like balls!"

"Brigade Commander, calm down!" Dong Ying hurriedly grabbed Tang Xianjie who was about to run away, "Well, please tell me that our Eighth Route Army treats prisoners preferentially, and will not kill people at will."

After Mori Ranmaru recounted, the crowd began to sob, "I want to go home...I want to go home..." The captured soldiers began to cry loudly one after another. The scene seemed a little uncontrollable and incomprehensible Tang Xianjie pulled Sen Lanwan to his side and asked, "What are they crying about?"

"...I want to go home." Mori Ranmaru looked at these crying Chinese people and couldn't help feeling panting in his heart. Japan's war against China not only caused the destruction of other countries' families, but the people of their own country only hoped to be reunited with their families in peace. How many people have set foot on foreign lands and can never go back. They don't even know where their bodies are. The old people at home are waiting hard, when will this war stop.

In the main hall of the compound, Mori Ranmaru felt ashamed to be scrutinized by the generals of other countries, so he bit the bullet and said, "What do you want?"

"Yo, my temper is quite tough." A man standing beside Tang Xianjie said with a smile

"You heard what I said just now, keep it or not." Tang Xianjie drank the steaming concoction handed over by the hygienist in one gulp

Sen Lanwan looked at Tang Xianjie's indifferent face without fear of being scalded, and those people treated him respectfully and deeply felt that he was like a tiger. eat.

"Speak!" Tang Xianjie, who couldn't wait for an answer, was a little impatient. This Japanese looked thin and weak like a woman, and he didn't know what he could do.

"I was a doctor before enlisting in the army." Mori Ranmaru said

"Exactly, my Ministry of Health is short of manpower." Lian Yi from the Ministry of Health said happily

"Okay, he's yours." Tang Xianjie seemed to be assigning something. When he got up and was about to leave, Mori Lanwan called him, "Can that kid follow me?"

"Your son?"

"No, his name is Zhou Yu, he is Chinese."

"Okay." Tang Xianjie looked at him for a while and nodded.

Mori Lanmaru solemnly bowed 90 degrees to Tang Xianjie, he was paying off the debt.

That child was Zhou Yu, who was snatched back by Mori Ranmaru from those crazy Japanese soldiers. In one war, the troops he followed swept up a village. He looked at the Chinese corpses all over the ground, and suddenly felt that he The hands that were originally used to save people turned into murderous hands, stained with sin. He inspected them one by one, but no one survived. In a farmhouse, he saw a dying peasant woman who was raped by soldiers. Her body was covered in blood and her eyes were full. There was a hint of pleading in despair, he wanted to save her, but she refused to let her, holding his hand tightly, blood kept gushing from her mouth, and begged weakly: "My child...I... .”

Before she finished speaking, she lost her breath. Mori Ranmaru searched for her child everywhere, and finally saved him the moment the soldier threw him into the well.

In order to deceive others, he taught Zhou Yu Japanese, telling him that if he wanted to survive this tiger's mouth, he had to speak that way, and only by living could he have hope.

"You can speak Chinese now." Mori Ranmaru touched the poor child's head and said

"Can you?" Zhou Yu asked in a low voice in Japanese in fear

"Don't be afraid, the people here will not hurt you, they are your companions and your family." Mori Ranmaru said softly holding the child in his arms

The child in his arms clutched Mori Ranmaru's neckline and couldn't help crying loudly.

The author has something to say:

I, I, I'm back... so scared... flustered...

I try to be more and faster, but I always feel that there are people standing outside the door who are about to knock on the door at any time...

QAQ~!!