The squad leader asked the rest of the squad to stay at the door. He held a submachine gun and went upstairs to search with another soldier holding a light machine gun.
As soon as I entered the room, I smelled a strange odor. There were flies flying everywhere. The squad leader frowned and looked at each other. Based on previous experiences, this was probably another "haunted house".
Several rooms on the first floor were in a mess, with broken glass all over the floor, but almost nothing was left. Even the furniture was gone. There was only one room with a large bed. There were no beddings and pillows, leaving only the bare large bed board.
Probably the locals couldn't lift it and threw it here.
When we went up to the second floor, the smell became even more pungent. Flies were all over the walls. As soon as people came up, they would fly around in a "buzzing" manner. Tropical big-headed flies would stumble into people's faces one after another, unable to catch up.
Now the squad leader and the soldier knew for sure: the owner of this house had died and his whole family had been killed. But they still had to confirm it and mark the door so that the follow-up troops could collect the bodies and add those that were not counted to the number of Chinese deaths.
among the total number of persons.
There were several rooms upstairs. The squad leader grabbed a submachine gun and searched each one, but there were no bodies. The door of the last room was closed tightly. The two of them looked at each other and knew that this was the room.
The squad leader kicked the door open, and there was a loud buzzing sound inside, deafening. Countless flies spurted out, hitting their faces and their hands, which hurt like flying sand and rocks. After a while, the flies were no longer so ferocious.
The two of them dared to open their eyes and take a breath, but there was a strong putrid odor that almost choked them to death. When they opened their eyes and took a look, their stomachs immediately turned upside down and they almost vomited out.
There were several piles of purple-black stuff, crawling with white maggots, yellow-green sap flowing all over the floor, which was highly putrid, and densely packed with flies, so dense that it almost blocked the view. These "things"
There are six piles in total, two large and three small, vaguely resembling human shapes, with several long bamboo poles stuck on each pile.
The two soldiers supported each other and stumbled downstairs, breathing in fresh air with their mouths wide open. Then, they both held on to the wall and vomited.
Several other soldiers in this class saw that their faces were as white as paper and they were vomiting so much that they vaguely guessed what was going on. Several soldiers immediately rushed upstairs to see what was going on. After a while, they all came down with pale faces.
One person immediately vomited.
After the soldiers of this class entered the city, they had already seen three "haunted houses", but none of them were so miserable, and none had so many corpses. With six corpses, it seemed that this Chinese family had been completely wiped out.
The squad leader took out the chalk and wrote a big word "Dian" on the wall at the door of the house, and then wrote the word "正一" next to it. This showed that all the family members had died, and the word "正" meant that the body was dead.
Quantity. One "positive" and one "one" means there are six corpses.
The entire squad of soldiers' eyes were red with anger, and their chests were heaving with anger. Two young boys in their mid-teens wiped away their tears and began to cry.
Everyone was holding the guns in their hands and the bayonets on their waists, their noses and lips were trembling, and their faces were full of hatred. They looked viciously at the local houses around them. It seemed that as long as the squad leader nodded, they could destroy the surrounding locals.
Everyone was wiped out.
"keep going……"
The monitor touched the sweat on his head, took a long breath, waved his hand and ordered.
"Monitor!"
"What are you doing! Just leaving like that?"
"Squad leader, let's capture the surrounding natives and kill them!"
The squad leader also stared with red eyes and gritted his teeth, but still squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth:
"Keep...keep...forward...forward! What did you order us on the ship? We are a combat force. After entering the city, we will concentrate on fighting. We are not allowed to kill people indiscriminately! There are special troops to take care of revenge! ...Keep moving forward!"
All the brothers gritted their teeth, and a big man had nowhere to vent his anger, so he pushed the soldier who was wiping his tears and shouted:
"Fuck you, cry your mother's shit! Let's go! Keep moving!"
A group of infantry advanced a few dozen meters and turned a corner. The houses were even more dilapidated. At the door of a small dilapidated brick house, the word "Chinese" was written crookedly on the wooden door.
"Hey, there's a Chinese family here!"
A few soldiers came over, looked at the house, and muttered:
"How many of us Chinese in Nanyang are doing so miserably?"
"It's hard to say. There are probably a lot of people who have lost money doing business!"
"Okay," the squad leader waved his hand and pointed to the door, "At least there is a sign on the door. After all, the house is not a haunted house... I just happened to feel so uncomfortable after vomiting, so I went in to ask for a bowl of tea."
I called the door several times, but no one answered. Several soldiers looked at each other with an ominous premonition. The word "Chinese" was clearly written on the door, which meant that when the leaflets were dropped this morning, there were still people in this house.
.Is it possible that he was...in such a short period of time?
The squad leader said something, and a soldier kicked open the door and got in.
The house was extremely dark, with a strong aroma of wine. A beam of sunlight shone through the hole in the roof. Through this beam of sunlight, we could see that in the room with bare walls, there were several broken wooden and bamboo utensils on the floor.
Throwing an axe, as well as dark pots and pans, there are several wooden boxes stacked in the corner, with Chinese characters printed on them: Daming - The Best Kweichow Moutai. There is a long knife on the box, and ten have been thrown on the ground.
Come and drink only the empty Moutai bottles. The exquisite ceramic bottles look like very valuable famous wines.
There was a broken wooden bed inside, with several dark-skinned people crowded on it. Their bare feet were crossed on the bed, hugging each other, and staring at the Ming soldiers who came in.
The soldier squinted his eyes for a long time to identify, and finally confirmed that he was right. This family is a local aborigine.
He suddenly felt his blood surge up to the top of his head. He took a breath and shouted loudly:
"Monitor! Monitor! This is an Aboriginal family!"
Hearing him shouting, one of the black men jumped to the ground and rushed towards the pile of boxes in the corner. The soldier immediately raised his gun and shouted:
"do not move!"
When the swarthy man saw the gun pointed at him, he slowly lowered his arm and stared at the muzzle of the gun. Several soldiers rushed in, several rifles aimed at him.
The squad leader came in, looked at the family with a sullen face, then looked at the large boxes of top-quality Moutai in the corner, and slowly picked up a local long knife from the top box. The man just now rushed over,
I want to take this knife.
It's not a good knife. The blade has been curled in several places, the tip is also missing a piece, and there are dried blood stains on the blade. It can be seen that it has been used very hard.
Behind the indigenous man, there was a woman on the bed, holding her child tightly. There were also two local children on the bed, also with dark skin, staring at the Ming soldiers at the door.
The squad leader put down the knife and said calmly:
"Okay, take them all out."
When several soldiers heard this, they became more energetic. The suppressed anger had a place to vent. They rushed forward and shouted "Go! Go!". Without any explanation, they dragged the whole family out of the house.
He was dragged out under the sun. The man screamed and resisted desperately, and several soldiers took turns hitting him with rifle butts. Finally, he was beaten to a bloody head and was dragged out limply.
When the indigenous woman saw that her man was beaten and covered in blood, she immediately screamed and rushed over, hugging her and crying non-stop. The three children were also there, crying loudly. The squad leader gave a look, and two soldiers went up to arrest them.
They separated, and one person pulled the woman's hair and asked her to stand upright.
Several soldiers saw that the man was sitting on the ground against the wall with his dark arms bare, but the woman was wearing a white silk nightgown with exquisite embroidery on it. Although it was already very dirty, and
It was torn in several places, and there were dried blood stains on the lower part, but it could be seen that this nightgown was very noble. Several soldiers were staring at this nightgown, staring at the torn parts, staring at it.
Looking at the large blood stain on the hem, imagining the tragic fate of its original owner, the anger in his chest started to tremble again.
The indigenous woman's bare black feet were on the dirt floor, and she wore this exquisite nightgown on her thick hands and feet. She looked at these Ming soldiers in horror, thinking that they were staring at her to hit her.
Notice that she suddenly had the expression of a chaste martyr, covering her chest with her hands, shaking her head in horror, and stepping back step by step.
"Holy shit!"
The squad leader was so disgusted that he spat directly into her face. The woman immediately screamed, wiped her face with her hands, wiped it on her nightgown, and squatted on the ground, mouthing
He was crying and howling in the local language quickly, his voice was loud and extremely unpleasant.
"This family is not Chinese, but they wrote the word 'Chinese' on the door," the squad leader said coldly. "According to the orders of the Ming Dynasty's army, this can be regarded as espionage, and the family will be executed. Come on, take this man away.
!”
The soldiers obeyed the order loudly, went up and grabbed the native man, pointed the tip of their spear at him, and motioned him to move forward. The woman looked like she was going to take her man away, so she rushed forward wailing, and several soldiers had already suppressed their emotions.
Angry, he hit the woman with a gun and beat her until she lay on the ground. Several children rushed towards her, howling.
The young soldier who was wiping his tears just now was bending over with joy and shouted at the woman:
"You will never see your man again! Your child will never have a father again! Haha, did you see it? You have also tasted this feeling, right? Aboriginals! Beasts! You too have today! Cry! Cry! You
Why didn't you cry when men killed, burned, and raped people?"
The woman didn't understand, she just howled, spoke the local dialect quickly, sat on the ground and beat her chest.
The man resisted desperately, but a squad of soldiers gathered around and beat him until he was completely unable to resist. His mouth and nose were bleeding, and his eyes were so swollen that he could hardly open them. Then two soldiers
Dragging him along the ground, he asked happily:
"Squad leader, where should we kill him?"
"Take two more steps forward, and don't do it in front of other people's wives and children."
Several soldiers "cut, cut" for a while. They all despised the squad leader's "humanity", but they still dragged the native forward.
"Okay," after turning a corner, the squad leader saw that it was ready and said, "Let's go over here!"
As soon as the two soldiers let go, the native man collapsed on the ground like a dead dog. Then one soldier grabbed his short curly black hair and asked him to raise his neck. The other soldier pulled out a bayonet and looked at everyone:
"Then what...who is coming?"
Because we were still searching the city and there had to be a fight before we could fire, we could only use bayonets. But a moment ago, the soldiers in one squad were gnashing their teeth with hatred and wishing to eat the locals alive, but now they were all looking at each other, and no one would take the bayonet.
bayonet.
After all, these people are still soldiers who have just entered the battlefield, and no one has seen blood. Even the squad leader has hated it, but when he actually kills people, and kills them with a knife, no one can pass this threshold.
The squad leader couldn't bear it anymore and gritted his teeth:
"Look at you bunch of pustules! You don't even dare to avenge your compatriots! How can you go into battle and kill the enemy? I'll do it, you guys will watch!"
He grabbed the bayonet and was about to cut the native man's neck. The others coaxed and stood aside, fearing that they would be covered in blood.
At this time, someone in the distance shouted sharply:
"Hey - what are you doing? Which part?"
Everyone in this class turned around and saw, dozens of meters away, three soldiers wearing big-brimmed hats, white gloves and armbands running towards us. - Those were the military police.
The military policeman ran closer and looked up and down. One of them asked sharply:
"Don't you know the order? No killing is allowed in the city! Name! Number!"
Several people hurriedly talked about what was going on, and a soldier led the gendarme back to the aboriginal house and pointed to the word "Chinese" on the door to show it to the gendarme.
"Okay, I understand," the military policeman nodded and said, "We will take this person away and deal with him."
…
The three gendarmes dragged the indigenous man back to a place near the alley. There was a courtyard there. It turned out to be a Chinese residence, but the whole family was burned to death in the courtyard, making it a murderous house.
.
There are many gendarmes around, as well as several officers of the People's Guard. From time to time, gendarmes drag locals here from various places.
The three gendarmes threw the native man to the door, and an officer asked:
"What happened to him? Is he also guilty of espionage?"
"yes!"
"Okay, put it here, and you can continue patrolling!"
"yes!"
The three gendarmes turned around and left, continuing to patrol the occupied area. The gendarme officer at the door waved his hand, and two gendarmes came over, tied the native with wires behind his back, covered his eyes with rags, and then dragged him in.
courtyard.
The courtyard is very large. There are more than twenty indigenous men kneeling in the center of the courtyard. They have been beaten to death and their heads are bleeding. They are dying. Their hands are tightly tied behind their backs with iron wires and their eyes are blindfolded. There are no military police in the courtyard. There are about ten
The low-level officers were holding pistols, and they were all People's Guardsmen with gold sword collar badges on a black background.
Directly opposite the more than 20 kneeling natives, there is a spiritual table covered with white cloth, with a pair of incense candles and two plates of fruit. On the wall above the table hangs a large white cloth with writing written on it.
There is a big word "Dian". There are five large and small photos below. They are not the large-scale photos of the deceased, but what the soldiers found from the debris on the ground when they searched this "haunted house". At that time, everyone
Everything of some value was taken away. There were only books and textbooks scattered on the ground. No one wanted them. Several photos of the family were found in an envelope in the pile of books.
The newly arrived natives were also forced to kneel together. A lieutenant of the People's Guard counted twenty-eight, and then nodded. An officer next to him stepped forward and announced to them in Malay:
"Listen up, you despicable, despicable, lazy, cruel, and greedy natives. You ignored the orders of our Ming army and had ulterior motives. You wrote the word 'Chinese' on the door of your house without authorization, deliberately pretending to be a Chinese family. Your actions have tainted
The noble word 'Chinese' insults our hard-working and kind-hearted nation. Now I declare that you will be executed for espionage."
When the twenty-eight indigenous men heard this, most of them swayed slightly, and several of them collapsed directly to the ground. There were still about a dozen indigenous men who didn't react at all. They turned their heads and looked confused. They were probably too ignorant.
, even if they speak their language, they cannot understand what complex words like "espionage" and "death penalty" mean.
The Lieutenant of the People's Guard shouted:
"Xu Xiangde!"
"arrive!"
A Second Lieutenant of the People's Guard stepped forward. He was the platoon leader of the 1st Platoon of the 2nd Company of the 3rd Battalion of the 1st Motorized Rifle Regiment of the People's Guard Mobile Corps, Xu Xiangde. He was the platoon leader who rescued the girl in the rubble during the street fighting in Nanjing.
"Execution!"
"yes!"
Xu Xiangde took a pistol and pulled the bolt. The sound of metal collision was very prominent in this silent yard.
He walked up behind the first native with a calm expression, raised his arm, aimed at the back of his head, and pulled the trigger. With a "pop" sound, the native fell forward suddenly and fell to the ground, and a large piece of his forehead was opened.
There was a large pool of blood.
Then he aimed at the second native and shot him in the back of the head, and the second man fell down again.
Then came the third, fourth, fifth...
Seven were killed in one blow, and there was no bullet in the gun. He calmly pulled out the magazine, handed it to the officer next to him, then took a full magazine and loaded it, and continued to kill them one after another.
It was not until all four magazines were fired that all the natives in the yard were executed. The ground was already covered in blood.
More than twenty indigenous corpses were slumped on the ground, their foreheads still touching the ground, forming an apologetic posture, facing the altar table and the photo of a Chinese family of five on it.
Xu Xiangde handed the pistol back to the officer next to him, stared at the blood flowing into a stream on the ground, took out a cigarette and lit it. A tricycle came in from another door, and two indigenous people were forced by the People's Guard officer with a gun, and they were frightened.
I was shivering and carrying the body to the tricycle with runny noses and tears.
"Okay, Xiang De," the Lieutenant of the People's Guard patted him on the shoulder with a smile, "It will take a while to gather another twenty-eight people, so take this time to rest for a while! ... You are really good at it, you can't even blink.
With a wink..."
Another officer also came over and smiled:
"Hey, after taking Batavia tonight, there will definitely be a celebration banquet, and Mr. Xiang will definitely come. We can be with Mr. Xiang again."
When Xu Xiangde heard the words "Master Xiang", he smiled slightly, with a look of anticipation in his eyes showing that he would make great achievements.