"Listen up, everyone, we are too short on time, no time to waste... Each person has a bamboo pole, you go and collect rags, any rags will do, preferably plain ones..."
"If there are no rags, find a rag, tie it to a bamboo pole and hand it to me...I will write for you!"
"Remember, remember! This flag with Amitabha written on it is called the recognition flag. It identifies you among millions of people. With this recognition flag, they will not kill you and you can come and go freely!"
"Hurry up and make a recognition flag. With the recognition flag, you will not die..."
"We have limited time. You must use the fastest time to identify these corpses on the battlefield... What are the military uniforms of the Xishan Camp, what are the military uniforms of the Yulin New Army, and what are the military uniforms of the Kaizi Horse Cavalry..."
"Remember, this is a military rank. You must remember clearly who you are as an officer. Whenever you find an officer, you must report it to us first and deal with it..."
There are only twelve members of the Sword Drawing Team in total, and it is very difficult to train more than a thousand children to become qualified bone collectors.
Children are children, they have no order, no vision, and more importantly, they are timid!
When they saw the corpses with their intestines pierced and rotten, and many of them even just piles of minced meat and remains, they were so frightened that they cried loudly, and one child crying can often lead a group of children to cry.
Now all the members of the Ba Dao team have become kindergarten childcare workers, and they are scratching their heads anxiously!
Shimazu Dairo was not polite at all. He went up and slapped a fifteen or sixteen-year-old child so loudly that half of his face was swollen, and the child suddenly stopped crying.
When the other children saw that he was being beaten, he was so frightened that he did not dare to say anything!
Shimazu Dalang yelled, "What is this place? It's not your kangtou. From today on, you won't have the love of your parents..."
"Cowards don't deserve to live. If anyone is afraid of crying anymore, go back and give this chance of living to others!"
The relatives who were imprisoned by the rebels in the distance kowtowed to this side with tears in their eyes. The old man and his mother shouted, "Well done! Well done! Master Jun, well done..."
"Kids, remember, you can only survive on your own for the rest of your life... The military master beats you for your own good!"
"Don't be afraid. In this ghost world, you will die faster if you are afraid... If you want to live, don't be afraid of the dark. If you are beaten, you have to stand up straight, wuwuwu..."
In troubled times, human life is not as good as that of a dog, or even a dog, just a piece of grass!
What kind of pampering, what kind of coquettishness, what kind of petty temper... it's all nonsense, it's all nonsense in the face of survival, you must mature, you must survive!
“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..Children…There are no young or old on the road to hell. The Lord of Hell will not pity you just because you are a child!"
"Be obedient... When you go to work, you treat yourself like an animal. Be obedient..."
The cries of his parents made people's hearts ache. Shimazu Dairou wanted to be a villain with a sinister face, but his eyes were moist. Life is so difficult. If you don't beat them, they won't have long memories and will not be mature!
"Child, let's work... Remember, when you see the bones of imperial soldiers, you must first learn to distinguish the serial number of his military uniform, what unit he belongs to, and what organization he belongs to..."
"You can't read, but at least you know colors and shapes... The bones of the same army are concentrated in the same area. After sorting them, the first thing to do is to find his identity tag..."
"It's just a tin plate, usually hung around the neck, with the soldier's name and place of origin on it. Once you find this thing, keep it in the open..."
"After finding the ID tag, we still need to look for the relics on him... Is there a suicide note? Is there a notebook or something? Pens, knives, photos, various charms for prayers, and all kinds of personal belongings must be found and concentrated. Put it together with the ID tag..."
"You guys, follow Yamada-san immediately. There are a lot of big bamboos at Zhuozhou Station. You are responsible for pulling them over with your car..."
"In a hurry, we couldn't find too many porcelain altars to put the ashes in. We sawed off the moso bamboo and used it as a container. We put the identity tags and personal belongings in a bamboo tube, and put the burned ashes together..."
"We can only do this, let's go back to the capital and make a decision..."
"The fires for refining the corpses are lined up along the railway line. There will be special trains to transport coal and firewood to us... Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up and work step by step..."
After all, Shimazu Dairo and the others have undergone rigorous military training by the Chinese. Cleaning the battlefield is a specialized technique and cannot be messed up at all!
Because they had been trained, there was order. More than a thousand children were quickly organized. They were still afraid, but what they were more afraid of was losing this chance to live!
No one cares about the dead anymore, even the headless corpses. These children have to restrain themselves. They search their pockets one by one for identification tags and relics. When they find them, they gather them together!
Carts transporting corpses passed through the battlefield, and each corpse was transported out separately according to different types of soldiers and numbers!
Gradually, these children became familiar with each other from being unfamiliar to each other, forming corpse fields along the train track!
But just when things started to get better, Na Duobao and the others came looking for trouble. "Hey, hey, hey... Fusang Japs, how can there be a thousand people here? It's almost two thousand!"
"Who asked you to add more people? Give me a thousand dollars back immediately...otherwise you won't be able to use any of them!"
Shimazu Dairo knew about these Eight Banners bastards, but he didn't expect them to reach this level. He suppressed the disgust in his heart and still wanted to deal with them!
"General! You have also seen that what you gave us are just a group of children who are not good enough to work... The prince said a thousand adults!"
"Fart! I didn't hear it, I just heard a thousand people... I don't care whether you are an adult or a child. If you feel that there are not enough people, you can go away from the Chinese people and stop fucking coming here." "
"Did I invite you here?"
Shimazu Dairo's hands were trembling with anger but he still couldn't get angry. He nodded to the brother behind him, and soon a bribe was collected!
"General, I know that you are the prince's confidant, and this matter is all in your hands... It's convenient for you, and others won't say anything..."
"When I came to fight, I really didn't have a good gift... I came in a hurry and brought twenty notes. Please keep them!"
Twenty golden gold bars were brought out by Shimazu Dalang before leaving, and when Naduobao and the others were searching them just now, these things had already fallen into their eyes.
If gold gets into his eyes, he can't pull it out. He has to snatch all the treasures away from him!
"Haha... smart, I like smart people! Wouldn't this have happened if I had brought them here earlier? Okay, you can go ahead and restrain yourself. Hurry up, you only have seven days..."
Twenty gold bars, all the treasures were swept away, one was eaten cleanly, and the man wiped his mouth and left!
