"The Prime Minister asked me to give you a message. This is for all the Fuso warriors." Sakamoto Ryoma sat on a collapsed wall with the help of the sailors.
"The Prime Minister said that people are destined to die in war. This is something that no one can avoid. Even massacre of a city is sometimes a means of war. But you must remember that war will kill people, but the purpose of war is not to pursue killing!"
"The essence of war is to pursue national interests. We need territorial expansion, we need fairer commercial treaties, and what we need is more resources and living space for our nation."
"This is the essence of war, and death and killing are just unavoidable by-products of fighting for national interests!"
"We are not afraid of death, but we cannot enjoy death. The Japanese bushido spirit is a bit too much of a mythical death, and it even rises to a ritual!"
"This is wrong. Look at you, you are actually enjoying the process of killing! How good is this? What you should enjoy is the process of grabbing national interests after victory. How can you take killing for fun?"
Sakamoto Ryoma rubbed his temples in pain, "The general ordered that all Fuso warriors withdraw from the battle and gather at the camp outside the city from now on. They are not allowed to participate in subsequent battles without orders."
"Sir!" All the Fuso warriors present were dumbfounded. They did not expect that the consequences of this massacre would be so serious, and they were immediately thrown into the cold palace.
"Stop talking and leave quickly! I will tell you what went wrong later."
A group of Fuso warriors stood up like walking zombies and looked around. All these were the results of a bloody night of fighting. Now they were expelled at dawn. They were unwilling but helpless.
While walking, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in front of him. It was Ma Hui and Ding Si who were escorting a group of prisoners to screen them on the street.
A group of Tsarist Russian soldiers and prisoners squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands, surrounded by a circle of volunteers holding bright bayonets to identify each one one by one.
Ding Si shouted, "You, you, you, you three, stand up and state your ranks and names!"
"Captain and Company Commander of the Third Battalion of the Far East Grenadiers, Moshenko!" The officer, whose face was covered with wounds and his beard was singed, saluted Ding Si in humiliation and replied.
Behind Ding Si, there was a translator who was checking the other party's military ID card, then comparing it with the armbands, collar flowers, epaulettes and other places where the identity was recorded, and finally nodded.
"Well, you passed, you can go to the Southern Security Zone to gather, sign there, and follow Andreev and the others to Ryukyu for sex. Even if you go far, I heard that it is paradise on earth. I, Uncle Ding, still I haven’t been there yet, so you go and enjoy the next one first!”
"Second Lieutenant Awasi, Platoon Commander, 2nd Battalion, 3rd Regiment, 1st Division"
"Okay, okay, why are you talking so much nonsense? Just know your name and rank. Shut up about the rest. Identity verification is correct."
"Next one?" Ding Si's eyes suddenly lit up, and Ma Hui behind him also stood up. "Sir, may I ask your name?"
The military uniforms worn by senior officers are all different. Just look at the embroidery and fabrics on them, including the white cotton shirt inside, which can already explain their identity.
"This is my officer ID. I am Alyosha, deputy commander of the 1st Division of the 6th Far East Army, with the rank of colonel." The officer indeed has the courage of an officer. Maybe he saw that these Chinese people have some respect for some majors and second lieutenants. So I felt more at ease, and my expression was very relaxed at the moment.
Ding Si and Ma Hui looked at each other and smiled. "It seems that you are a senior officer? Your identity needs to be better checked. Please rest in the wooden house next to me. Come and prepare some coffee, bread, and Seized sausages!”
As soon as they heard that there was bread and sausages to eat, the remaining low-level officers and soldiers in Hull became a little commotion. After a bloody night of fighting, they were so hungry that their chests were pressed against their backs. Coupled with the lack of food in the winter, the bread and sausages were not enough. This is the dream in the hearts of all soldiers.
"Be honest! Be honest! I'll stab the bayonet through your transparent hole! Do a group of soldiers still want to eat the sausages of the officers? There is black bread and sauerkraut stewed for you in the back. Please be honest."
Bayonets suppressed the officers and soldiers present, and the screening work was carried out in an intense and orderly manner. Which of the top soldiers were easy to identify, just by looking at their uniforms. The lower-level officers did not need to bother and sent them all directly to the southern seaside.
Deputy Commander Alyosha walked into the wooden house and felt a sense of warmth. When he looked up, he saw that two colleagues were already waiting here. Sausages were roasting on wooden sticks above the stove and were sizzling with oil. The strong aroma of coffee Filled the entire cabin.
At first glance, they were all acquaintances. The three colonels were division commanders respectively. The three of them often drank together on weekdays. Alyosha was heartbroken. It seemed that these Chinese people still respected senior officers. It seemed that they were all acquaintances. They are much stronger than ordinary barbarians.
Without being polite, Alyosha grabbed the sausages and bread from the stove and ate them hungrily. After a while, a Chinese soldier even brought the three of them a bottle of strong rum.
"It's better to be an officer! Even though we're prisoners, we still have wine to drink! We only had one alcoholic party in ten days of training as soldiers. Damn, I'm so hungry."
There is no Russian who is not addicted to alcohol. When they saw that it was Amami Oshima's famous specialty rum, the three people's eyes turned blue. They drank up all the coffee with their necks raised, and then began to drink the spirits among themselves. One person drank a drink first.
"There is wine to drink. It seems that these volunteers don't want to kill them all. There should be negotiations later! We still have hope of returning home, which is great!"
A bottle of strong wine was consumed in two sips. The three people who were full of wine and food were thinking about when they could return to the country. At this moment, the wooden door was suddenly knocked open, and Ding Si and Ma Hui led a group of wolves and tigers. Soldiers rushed in.
"Have you drunk the guillotine? Then let's hit the road!"
"What? God! This is the legendary guillotine wine of the Chinese! They are going to kill us." The three reacted really quickly. They jumped up, picked up the stool and swung it around to resist.
"You are violating the public laws of all nations! We are senior officers, we are nobles, and we still have immunity from war! This is no longer a battlefield, you can't kill me."
There was a clanging sound, and there was a lot of fighting in the wooden house. At this time, even three tigers could not withstand the siege of a group of wolves. Soon, three hemp ropes were tied around their necks, and the soldier carrying the pocket behind said with a sneer.
"I'm sorry! We volunteers like to play new tricks. Today we will kill officials, not soldiers! Do it."
The eyes of Maori Yiyuan and other Fuso warriors outside the wooden house were wide-eyed. They watched helplessly as the three senior school teachers were strangled to death. In the end, their eyeballs protruded exactly like the eyes of a dead fish.
