On December 13, 1937, the Japanese army invading China began a massacre of more than 40 days in Nanjing, killing more than 300,000 compatriots. Every victim is a wound to the country and a pain to the nation.
"Show the past, and let the future generations." #Today's National Day of Public Sacrifice #, in the name of the country to pay tribute to compatriots!
Don't forget history, defend peace, and strengthen our generations!
On the wall of the list of victims of the Nanjing Massacre Memorial Hall, 10,665 names are engraved.
84 years ago today, the Japanese invading China occupied Nanjing, and in the next 40 days or so, about 300,000 captured soldiers and civilians were wantonly killed by the Japanese army, more than 20,000 women were raped and killed, and one-third of the city of Nanjing was burned.
Fewer than 100 survivors of the Nanjing Massacre are registered.
Witnesses of history are withering away.
But the truth should not be silenced.
Since the incident, there is such a group of people who persistently guard historical memory and launch a relay to expose the truth and uphold justice.
These efforts, which were not abandoned in the darkness, left ironclad evidence for the Nanjing Massacre.
Chang Zhiqiang: I have an obligation to pass on this history
Chang Zhiqiang, 93, is a survivor of the Nanjing Massacre.
In 1937, 9-year-old Chang Zhiqiang witnessed his father, sister and brother being brutally killed by the Japanese army, and his mother, who was stabbed in the chest, died after struggling to feed his 2-year-old brother the last milk.
Today, Chang Zhiqiang continues to educate future generations to remember that period of history. He said, I have an obligation to pass on this history!
Chen Deshou: When Grandma brought sugar water over, my aunt had already lost her breath
In 1937 I was 6 years old. On the morning of December 13, the Japanese entered the city and set fire to the houses on the streets.
My father and the neighbors went out to fight the fire, and the Japanese soldiers saw them and took them together, and my father never came back.
At ninety o'clock in the morning, a Japanese soldier arrived, carrying a suitcase in his hand, and went door to door to check the deserters.
Grandpa took out the cigarette candy and gave it to him. He didn't want that at all, he wanted a "flower girl."
At that time, my mother was pregnant, and my aunt Chen Baozhu held her two-year-old little cousin in one hand and her 4-year-old little cousin in the other.
When the Japanese soldiers saw my aunt, they dragged her away, and my aunt went around with the Japanese soldiers.
The Japanese soldier was impatient, so he pulled out his bayonet and stabbed my aunt deeply in the thigh, and my aunt squatted down in pain.
The Japanese soldier stabbed her 5 more times, a total of 6 knives, and after poking, he turned around and walked out.
My aunt was in so much pain that she said to my grandmother, "Mom, you bring me a bowl of sugar water to eat, and I die of pain." ”
By the time my grandmother brought sugar water over, my aunt had lost her breath. Two important relatives were gone, and the family was in chaos.
Li Gaoshan: Twice escaped from the guns of the Japanese army
I joined the army at 11 and in 1937 I was 12. On the morning of December 13 of that year, the Japanese surrounded our troops.
At that time, there was no food and ammunition, and the commander on duty told us to surrender our weapons, and we all surrendered.
The first massacre was at about 10 o'clock in the evening. The Japanese found a mansion and escorted us captured soldiers into it, pushing them inside the door desperately, with everyone chest to chest and back.
After that, the Japanese mounted their machine guns on the windowsill and began to strafe at the head, and people fell backwards in rows.
I was small, the person in front was taller than me, basically only to the back of the person, and when I was blocked by the person in front, I was not injured.
I and the others who didn't die slowly crawled out of the corpses and slid down the second floor clutching the wall to escape.
On the fifth day after the escape, the 6 people we escaped together were found by two Japanese soldiers.
They took us to the previous mansion and made us line up to start shooting. I stood last, and when the Japanese soldiers started hitting the first man, I turned around and ran back.
They didn't catch up with me, I ran to a house, hid under the bed of a family, and didn't die.
Xia Shuqin: On that day, I lost 7 relatives
In 1937, when I was 8 years old, my family consisted of 9 people living in the house of a homeowner surnamed Ha at No. 5 Xinlukou, Seongnam.
On December 13, about 30 Japanese soldiers smashed the door, and the homeowner surnamed Ha who had just opened the door was shot dead.
My father knelt before the Japanese soldiers and begged them not to kill the others, and they were also shot to death by the Japanese soldiers.
Her mother, who was hiding under the table with her 1-year-old sister in her arms, was dragged out from under the table by Japanese soldiers.
The Japanese soldiers snatched the little sister from her mother and threw her to death on the ground.
My mother and two teenage sisters were raped and killed by Japanese soldiers.
Grandpa and Grandma tried to protect us, but were also shot and killed by Japanese soldiers.
At the time, my 4-year-old sister and I were hiding under blankets on the bed. The Japanese soldiers stabbed their bayonets at the blanket, and I was stabbed three times and passed out.
I don't know how long later, I was awakened by the crying of my 4-year-old sister and saw the bodies of my relatives all around.
Fortunately, there are still some fried rice and pots at home, and when we are thirsty, we scoop cold water in the water tank to drink.
We lived with the bodies of our loved ones for 14 days until we were later found by an old man whose knife edge in my back was suppurative.
Yu Changxiang: Thirty or forty people live together in the cave
On December 13, 1937, I was 10 years old.
When the Japanese came, they saw people, and those who were far away were shot with guns, and those who were near were stabbed with bayonets.
I was frightened, and later, I lived with thirty or forty people in the cave in the back of my house in the grain store of Wang Quansheng.
That cave led to the Qinhuai River, like a bridge hole, and there was a layer of slabs underneath, and inside were the old, weak, sick and disabled and women.
There was a small hole under the door, and a board was used to block the opening of the hole, and it was covered with straw and sheets, and there was an old lady who watched there, like a janitor.
We all slept on the floor by people, one by one. It was a drainage ditch, and there was food and drink in it, and life was not good.
The rice problem is not big, our top is the grain line, and the groundwater is flowing.
We dug a pit next to the fork in the road and used filtered water to cook porridge.
After that porridge is cooked, what the smell of urine, it is what it smells, the smell is quite large.
We have never suffered this kind of sin before, and we have lived like this for some days.
Li Xiuying: I was stabbed more than 30 times
On December 13, 1937, as soon as the Japanese army entered the city, it began to kill, burn, commit adultery, and plunder.
My husband had fled to the countryside of Jiangbei to take refuge, and because I was seven months pregnant and had limited mobility, I stayed in the city with my father and hid in the basement of a primary school in WutaiShan.
At noon on this day, three Japanese soldiers came from the basement. They drove the men away and took the women to another room, ready to rape.
I took advantage of the moment when the Japanese soldier came up to unbutton my clothes, drew his sword, and fought with the Japanese soldier.
The Japanese soldiers were shocked and competed with me for the handle of the sword, but I could not grab the sword, so I bit the Japanese soldier with my teeth and held it.
The Japanese soldiers were bitten and screamed, and two other Japanese soldiers heard the shouts and ran to help.
They poked me with bayonets, and I was stabbed with many knives in the face and legs.
Until a Japanese soldier stabbed me in the stomach with a bayonet, I lost consciousness.
After the Japanese soldiers left, my father thought I was dead, very sad, and prepared to carry me out for burial.
When he and his neighbors carried me out the door, the cold wind blew and I woke up and snorted.
When my father heard this, he hurriedly carried me back and tried to send me to the Drum Tower Hospital for rescue.
The next day, I miscarried, and after being examined by American doctors, I was stabbed more than 30 times, and my lips, nose, and eyelids were punctured. After 7 months of medical treatment, I finally recovered my health.
Every victim of the Nanjing Massacre is a wound to the country and a pain to the nation.
Every survivor of the Nanjing Massacre is a witness to this history!
This year, 11 survivors have passed away, #They didn't wait for an apology from the invaders.#
At present, only 61 survivors of the Nanjing Massacre remain on the register.
Witnesses are withering away, but history cannot forget! Forwarding transmission, do not forget history, my generation of self-improvement!